This was a maintenance appointment, trying to keep me from the pretzel shape, or trying to imitate the Leaning Tower. You know the one.
Then a 40 minute drive north to pick up blue jeans. It was a lovely September morning.
The Adirondacks always amaze me. I love living here.
When I got to the studio, imagine my surprise when I made the turn into the driveway.
Someone has this breakfast thing down to a science.
Up on the porch, waiting patiently for the food, and the water.
And as soon as it is down, he goes for it.
My friend Alice commented that this cat eats like he is starving, every day.
But today, he only ate for a few minutes, then disappeared. I thought it was odd. I had a little tuna 'just laying around', so I took that out on the porch,
"Buddy.......got something special for you."
A few minutes later, I looked out to see if he had come back, and well.......
SHE had come back.
And not alone.
Seems Buddy is in need of a more feminine name, and seems like she has figured out that this might be a good place for her babies to grow up.
Sorry, Bill, the line has moved again.
And since I can't remember who it was that borrowed my Havaheart trap, and they haven't brought it back, I had to call my neighbor and plead to borrow hers.
Now I have to catch Momma, get her fixed, so she doesn't continue in her risky lifestyle. And I need to catch the babies, so they don't get killed in the road.
Please, if anyone lives near enough to me, help me find these guys a home. They deserve to have one. I will do what I can for them. I will get them to the vet, and neuter them, and do my part to stop what seems to be a never ending flow of kitties on the run.
It was a busy, busy day.
One good job done, was traveling another 12 miles over the country side, to pick up a huge box of loopers that I let someone take. When I realized that they were just holding on to them, and not cleaning, or looping them, and certainly not bringing them back, I called. Then called again.
So today, Alice and I went and fetched them home.
I must say that a drive through Washington County, N.Y., is never a waste of time.
Now my car is packed full, and the roof is stacked with wooden racks, ready to set up at the Washington County Fairgrounds, for the Southern Adirondack Fiber Festival this weekend.
Next week, I need a break. Some quiet. Some serenity.
Tomorrow: The Pumpkin Man!!!!
And I am serious.