Apparently, Chad and I aren't quite happy unless we are up to our gills in projects. This is one reason I find it challenging to post on a regular basis, especially now that Chad is working full-time at the Seven Bays Marina.
Everywhere we go, every step we take includes an entourage of dogs and cats at our heels.
Mr. Moneys got neutered last week. He's a much more calm and dedicated doggie now...though I still feel a little guilty, I must admit I enjoy his constant companionship and lack of competitiveness and aggression. He seems happier, we'll run with that.
Snickers (pictured immediately above) is the consummate hunter. He came in the other day and gave me that "Lassie...what is it?!" vibe. He brought me outside so I could celebrate his most recent kill with him...a giant mole or gopher or something. Earlier in the day I noticed he was rooted to one spot and thought he might be sick...? something seemed a little off. Turns out he was doggedly pursuing his prey. After giving him lots of puppy high fives and butt pats I brought him inside, waited a few minutes went back out and buried the mole/gopher/thing in the garden.
Chester and Riley are happy in their respective baskets. Now that Chester has his own basket, he's not quite comfortable unless he's in it. Riley's basket simply will not do. So now we have to juggle cats to make everyone happy. Strangely, the cats are not roaming around the grounds much unless we happen to be outside with them. So far, our fears about them getting lost or consumed by the wildlife around the hall have turned out to be a non-issue. Thankfully. Pix to follow.
Yesterday, I was looking out the window while on the phone with a business associate of mine and a huge Bald Eagle launched itself from the field directly across the street from us. It gave me chills...so beautiful and epic. I hope he stays away from our livestock.
The most recent addition to our pack are two kittens that were living in the crawl space underneath our hall. Chad rescued first one, and then the other a couple days later. We don't know where the mom went. The tabby is a healthy and vibrant young kitty. Buddy LOVES the kitties, guarding over them while relentlessly kissing them. The little black one, "Bowie" is teardrop of a kitten. She's tailless, her legs are gimpy and she's cute as a button. We'd like to keep her. Only problem is that her rear-end is not developed normally, and it appears she may have trouble going number 2. We talked to the vet and she may be viable...though unlikely. Most of these kittens don't make it. Please pray for Bowie. We are feeding and tending to her as if she'll be okay.
Now we are nursing two little babies every day on top of everything else. How do these things happen?! Are we in tune with our lives and dreams, or simply nuts for taking so much on? Or something else? Regardless, it's hard to beat having two well-fed, content kittens falling in a huddled sleep on your chest.
We are working hard. We have lots of plates spinning. The random eagle-flying, kittens-cuddling, or excited-dog moments make make all the trouble worth it. We like knowing our animal friends are happy.
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