With all the chaos of getting back home and unloading the truck only to stop that process to enjoy life in general, the regular and routine have called me back to reality. Thankfully, there is not too many pressing schedule busters in the next few weeks. I made a small dent in getting stuff put away on Sunday and now my attention is drawn back to the chores at hand.
There hasn't been an update on the ferals of late, so let me jump in and tell what they've been up to...being cats, yes, that is what they have been up to with a few jumps and lumps in-between. The group is accepting Mama Cat's remaining kitten, somewhat. It eats with everyone and shelters a bit but then things turn serious and they chase it back to the top of the gravel road. Sometimes when all the kiddos are eating together and seeing three black and white kitties reminds me that several months ago those loose dogs killed it as they rampaged in the backyard. They have grown and are in that very fun stage of playfulness. At night, if they are out in the back, the red laser light becomes the object of attention as they chase it about, around and up the hill. Even Punky still joins in the play and that is unusual because the older they get, the less attention they pay to the light they can never quite catch.
Strawyer is in and out. He wanders all over but comes back for brunch or an early supper most days. Mr McBeavy is still hanging out, playing with and watching over his half siblings. I was getting a little worried about Punky. She was not around yesterday or last night. The past couple of weeks, she has mostly stayed in one of the houses outside or on top of them. She is also a bit lethargic. This morning, she was the first to run into the garage and it sure was good to see her. I think she is also trying dodge male attention by staying in the little warm house. No room for two adult sized cats. Punky even came on the back porch for a second when I was giving them some treats.
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Continuing with the ferals, they got a late start this morning. Cold temps will keep you cuddled together. I noticed that the kittens had moved to the front porch with all the sun but the adults were no where to be found. Mr McBeavy hangs near the gravel road these days. I was getting ready to go upstairs when the loudest howl came to my attention. Heard it again, but nothing to see. An investigation outside in my jammies seemed to be the reasonable thing to do. Punky greeted me by running into the garage, the Mr made his way down...two of the black and white cats came near and then Strawyer appeared. His fur bloody on one side and his paws and legs covered in red clay mud. He didn't look hurt but it is surprising that he looked that way. He is so docile and not a fighter. Something must have riled him though. It is just a big hormone mess out there in the backyard and Punky is hiding out in one of the aptly named cat houses from her two suitors. She comes into the garage every chance she gets and I try to help her hang out in there but she isn't quite sure of the timing and probably me doing what she wants. Punky and Strawyer are in bad moods and have taken swipes at the Mr and the kittens. Mr McBeavy comes into the garage trying to scale anything that puts him up high yet he rolled around in the cat liter like it was a luxury. Strange but I still like him a lot.
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The wind is making sure we know its presence and with a little bit of rain we are getting a preview for tonight's weather. Talk amongst those who know or who are in the business is that we might just take a glancing blow but along the Blue Ridge Escarpment, they might get the brunt of everything. The howling wind has driven the ferals into their outdoor houses and under our house but the surprising, yet not surprising even of the morning is, Punky is now currently residing in the garage. I took out the food this morning and like always, the three came into the garage. Once the food is outside, they usually retreat to the great outdoors. Except this morning Punky came back in and headed to the corner where Riley once headed toward last year. I put out food and there is a liter box out there. I have checked on her several times and she hasn't stirred or given any indication she would like back outside. So, I hope she is enjoying the break and we will see what develops.
It is raining and the sun is shining so guess it is like what my mom used to say, the devil is beating his wife. I ran most of the errands yesterday and can enjoy staying home on this fine Saturday. Have the Sunday School lesson written out and studied but I plan to go over it again and fine tune. It feels good to be back in the swing of things after the holidays. Loved the break from studying and lesson prep but I was anxious to get back to it last Sunday. This week I have been in a normal routine or pattern so I feel much more prepared than last Sunday.
One last feral update, the lone black and white kitty from Mama Cat's liter, the others have been slowly accepting of it this week. At first it was for food and shelter, but like all of the other reindeer used to laugh and call him names, never let poor Rudolph join in any reindeer games...all that to say, the kittens wouldn't play with him or her. Mr McBeavy would play a little but he is a teenager now and has his own life to conduct...yet he still watches over them better than Punky, who has taken to swiping at any and all cats who get near her. Today, they have all been playing together so this makes me happy for that lone kitty. So whether it be boy or girl, the name is Ranger for this little one.
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