My cat Mollie got caught in a mechanical recliner lift this week. Fortunately I was able to stop it immediately and reverse. She lost a large chunk of fur but was ok. Nothing broken. I, however, was not good. That feeling of getting the life sucked out of you doesn’t change no matter how big or small the tragedy. I felt a tremendous sense of fear and loss. As I’ve gotten older my threshold for seeing a loved one hurt has lowered. Add some fur and it’s even lower.
The beloved husband’s daughter and her spouse are visiting this week. Even though they haven’t lived in the same state for well over 25 years, they see each other in suspended time as they were then. It’s nice.
Morgan is my crazy cat. Despite temps in the mid-90s and humidity at 80% plus, she prefers lounging in the screened porch rather than the air-conditioned house (which the other two cats prefer). The outside stimulation keeps her active. All those chipmunks and birds to talk to. I admire that. I enjoy my porch but I had to go inside to cool down more than once.
We had some people in for dinner last night. Much as I wanted to keep it simple, it never is. We reminisced about a dip that a neighbor made and before you know it I was volunteering to make it. We were also in the mood for ribs which are never easy. It’s more fun to cook for a crowd than just the two of us. If only I could keep it simple.
My tomatoes are finally coming in. I am sharing (unwillingly of course) with the chipmunks who prefer to take a bite and then move on to something else. My neighbor put a “sacrificial” tomato plant out in the open and then planted a few next to his house. His “decoy” is working so far. They are enjoying the one that is out. Or maybe they haven’t discovered the others yet.