Saturday, October 1, 2011
It's a wet weekend in Maine after a nice week of Indian summer. We're in domesticated mode.
Nothing like a cat in the lap for that.
Charlie-cat likes to cat around in the bushes on his forays and so he picks up stickers and burrs.
Then he decides he needs a little hair-do, so he jumps up on the couch and settles in my lap until I comb out all his burrs. Even when I'm done, he stays until get a dead-leg from cat-constricted circulation.
Shenzhi-cat brought in a dead vole, the killer.
Haggis, for his part, has a sore eye, and many have pannus or CSK. He went to the vet Friday. He's on cortisone drops.
The sheep are wet and soggy, but don't seem to mind.
Aimee and I have the weekend off completely for once, which is nice. I've been doing door-sealing, weatherstripping, and ductwork-insulating jobs, ready for a hard winter.
Aimee wants me to make her leek-and-barley soup later, another sign of dropping temperatures.