Having put the flea-killer stuff on all the cats (except Ashira... I figure it's too traumatic to catch her to do that, and hopefully if the other cats are protected, and she never goes outside, she'll be OK) yesterday, I took Neg outside today. He's really very good about it. It only took a couple of times being outside for him to learn the rules - no getting too close to the fence, and no going under the house, deck, or shed. So, I spent some time outside with him. Murke came out for a while, too, but, being more dense (in more ways than one!) I had to take him back inside shortly thereafter for going underneath the deck. Loki came outside, and promptly meowed at the door to get back in. :)
I've known for a while that there was a gray cat that frequents the backyard. I've caught a couple of glimpses of him, hiding in the bushes near where Rocky (the owner/landlord's cat) is buried, and running away from near the picnic table once when I took Neg out, but I've never really gotten a good look at him. Today, however, he came in the fence while I had Neg out, and walked cautiously towards Neg, which brought him within 10-20 feet of me. They never actually touched, and there was much hissing and growling, mostly from Neg, but he stood his ground, for the most part, backing away slowly. So, I got to see him pretty well. He's definitely male, and he's not a solid gray, like Murke is - almost a brindle along his sides, without being a tortoiseshell. He has a perpetually cranky look on his face, and he's pretty thin. I feel kinda guilty about this, 'cause I've meant to put food out for him since I found out he was out there. There's also another cat that I saw near him the first time, that appears to be tiger-striped, like Neg. Anyway, I tried to talk gently to the cat, and let him know that, as far as I was concerned, he was welcome, and tried to project friendliness in his general direction. I did put food out for him, finally, and saw him eating it about 10 minutes ago, so I'm happy about that.
I'll need to come up with something to call him, of course. Naming gray cats is very difficult for me, 'cause I refuse to name them something obvious like Smoky or Shadow. Took me a very long time to come up with a name for Murke (so-named for the definition n : an atmosphere in which visibility is reduced because of a cloud of some substance [syn: fog, fogginess, murkiness] v : make dark, dim, or gloomy). Anyway, I'll think of something.
simplysakka not only washed the dishes as promised this morning, but cleaned the whole fucking kitchen. It looks awesome. Thanks, babe. :) She also made coffee before she left, with instructions to leave it on for her, so she could have a cup when she gets home. If we drink it all, I can always make more. ;)
nightmarezangel was here with her yesterday, and made yummy dinner. Something I can't remember the name of, but was kinda like bruscetta (sp?). I felt her out a bit more, as requested, and didn't get the same vibes as before, so I know
simplysakka will be very happy about that. :)
liljuice is in seventh heaven with his guest-now-girlfriend Diheshia (Eshia). She seems very nice, if a little shy. Although most people are shy around our house - we tend to be a bit ...overwhelming. All in all, though, she's handling us pretty well - he warned her ahead of time, of course. ;) They come out every once in a while, but for the most part, they've been holed up in his bedroom with what I'm sure is my ever-decreasing box of condoms. Perhaps you'd better add that to your shopping list,
kapua23... ;)
Today is intended to be a day where I make lots of posts, including the one I've been putting off for weeks, so be prepared...
I've known for a while that there was a gray cat that frequents the backyard. I've caught a couple of glimpses of him, hiding in the bushes near where Rocky (the owner/landlord's cat) is buried, and running away from near the picnic table once when I took Neg out, but I've never really gotten a good look at him. Today, however, he came in the fence while I had Neg out, and walked cautiously towards Neg, which brought him within 10-20 feet of me. They never actually touched, and there was much hissing and growling, mostly from Neg, but he stood his ground, for the most part, backing away slowly. So, I got to see him pretty well. He's definitely male, and he's not a solid gray, like Murke is - almost a brindle along his sides, without being a tortoiseshell. He has a perpetually cranky look on his face, and he's pretty thin. I feel kinda guilty about this, 'cause I've meant to put food out for him since I found out he was out there. There's also another cat that I saw near him the first time, that appears to be tiger-striped, like Neg. Anyway, I tried to talk gently to the cat, and let him know that, as far as I was concerned, he was welcome, and tried to project friendliness in his general direction. I did put food out for him, finally, and saw him eating it about 10 minutes ago, so I'm happy about that.
I'll need to come up with something to call him, of course. Naming gray cats is very difficult for me, 'cause I refuse to name them something obvious like Smoky or Shadow. Took me a very long time to come up with a name for Murke (so-named for the definition n : an atmosphere in which visibility is reduced because of a cloud of some substance [syn: fog, fogginess, murkiness] v : make dark, dim, or gloomy). Anyway, I'll think of something.
Today is intended to be a day where I make lots of posts, including the one I've been putting off for weeks, so be prepared...
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Date: 2003-09-29 05:14 am (UTC)How was that coffee, by the way? When I made that same kind of coffee for the Clearwater gang, I made it too strong the first batch, so I purposely didn't use very much for your pot. I noticed that it was pretty much all drunk up, so I assume you liked it, but I was just wondering to get an idea about how much to use next time...
Thanks for giving my little girl a second once-over. She really is a sweetheart and I adore her quite a lot. She is head over heels for me, and one can't seem to have enough of those in one's life, eh? *wink* And she is certainly one HELL of a cook, yeah?
And one more thing... She and I didn't get a chance to eat up our chocolate-dipped strawberries, so you guys are welcome to them... They are on a plate on the bottom shelf of the fridge.