A touch of fall is in the air, just a little bit. So, that is extremely encouraging. The Boys are on the back porch playing, then fighting, then resting. They would eat but they done cleaned their plates.
Seemed like the crack of dawn, but it was only 8:00 am when we headed out to take the truck for inspection and maintenance. There was a little baby kitten other than the calico we were surprised by on Saturday. Another little survivor from Tappy's litter but our moods quickly changed when we came down to the main road and saw a white and black cat that had been hit by a car. I could not give into those thoughts and feelings in that brief moment. It was either Beanie, BJ or a cat from the feral colony across the way. Hoping for cat across the way. Dropped off the truck, ate breakfast at Another Broken Egg and then went to get new glasses. Lensecrafters had a deal we couldn't refuse, especially when needing multiple pairs for the both of us. Being so close to Barnes and Noble, one must make the stop and it was a fruitful experience, at least for me. Prescription pick up and a few more containers of BOGO butter rounded out the trip.
I called out The Feral Fam for treats when we got home and it was BJ that had been on the road. Named her BJ because she was almost the spitting image of Beanie. Thus the name, Beanie Junior. A sibling of Mr Mo and for a feral pretty darn sweet. As a wee one, Roy fed her in the special kitten area with a few others. He protected those kittens from the pillaging of food by older cats. She liked to do the meet and greet in the mornings by rubbing around my legs and wanting a few head pats. She and Beanie were usually the first to arrive for morning and afternoon treats. The Feral Fam has been sticking close and it baffles me why BJ would go down to the road, except for the fact that KH, chased her or she was enticed by something that seems to be in residence internally for most cats, especially ferals. Fluff Mo and Beanie moped around a bit into the evening. Especially Fluff Mo, she was his running buddy. Just about thirty minutes ago our neighbor told us another of The Feral Fam had been hit. I looked from a distance and I think it might be Tappy. It is a sad bunch out on the driveway so I served them some funeral food just now.
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We awoke to much cooler and very welcomed temps this morning. The Boys spent a lot of time snuggling then fighting then snuggling at first on me and then Roy. I gave treats early this morning to The Feral Fam to take a headcount. Didn't see Fluff Mo but he is a late riser. Hopefully all is well with him. When we figured out the kitty on the road yesterday was Tappy, we began looking for her two kittens that survived from her litter. I looked but couldn't find them but later in the afternoon Roy was able to locate them. Tappy had hidden them well, under a pallet that gave protection and insured that they would only come out when she called for them. Tuesday afternoon Tappy was calling for those two and Mr Mo perked up and ran to the door. He remembered and recognized her call. Once we located the two, Roy took them to an organization that finds foster homes for these little ones. We didn't even take a picture of them but sometimes it is just too sad to remember to do so. We haven't seen Buster and Baxter for a while. Mama Cat took them up on the gravel road. She has been spending a lot of time up there so that is a good sign.
Roy's tomatoes are still in full swing and we also bought a 1/2 bushel of John Henry peaches on Monday. Getting ready to slice them up for freezing and then enjoying them in the winter months where the fruit of choice is limited to apples. While cutting back sunflowers and such we discovered the blackberry bushes are doing much better than we thought. We got them on the trellises and fence. We certainly enjoyed them this summer.
For the first time in a whole lot of years, I watched part of the match at the US Open. Serena Williams certainly seemed to be on and very happy to learn of her winning the match while checking the news this morning. I always liked Venus and Serena Williams and their hard hitting style of playing tennis. I just might watch their doubles match today. Last week's lesson reminded me of so many tennis stories, so guess I was primed to watch.
The other interesting thing I saw this week was an episode of Dark Comedy and this particular episode featured the life and comedy of Roseanne. With such a limited attention span these days, I only watched about twenty minutes of it. So interesting in how she moved up the comedy ladder with her, once again used term now twice, hitting views of life. She talked about the things that a whole lot of people could identify with. But then, the direction of the program took the viewer to that same talent that got her there was the same talent that destroyed her career many years later. I like watching the reruns of the first two and a half seasons but after that the show mainly seemed like a rift of inside jokes that had to deal with her life. Just a notice and not on any level of comedy professionally, one has to watch how they joke while getting older. Things you can say in your forties doesn't always look good when you hit the middle sixties and beyond. It just seems bitter or old or something so out of tune and designated to oh, that's what old people say.
I just spotted Fluff Mo so the headcount is in. The Feral Fam members that I have any relationship with are all accounted for. Whew!
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