Being Neighborly

Tonight I followed the female handler (f.h.) next door. Old habits are hard to end.

I used to frequent next door a lot when they had felines, and really good food. I figured out their cat door system, and would hit the house about 7:45am and leave about 5pm. There was food, there was the sun spot on the dining room table, and they have a sofa to die for.

One day they caught me.

I was chewed out by a 4 year old.

The horror of it.

But today, f.h. was on a mission because the neighbors were away for the weekend at a local music festival. She was there to feed the “grow-a-frog.” Apparently these neighbors are unaware of our ponds and the croaking coming from them. You want frogs, we got frogs! More than I can handle!

The tadpole looked too still. The f.h. tapped on the glass, and he jerked around to indicate he did not need to be flushed.

Interesting pet. Not the most cuddly. And certainly doesn’t purr. Wonder who thought of that idea and what were the startup costs…

Feeding pets is a neighborly thing. So really, they were being neighborly by allowing me to eat over there, and then rest for 8 hours on their furniture.

Another neighborly thing is apparently searching for lost lunches. Here is one of the recordings that interrupted my midday nap (which was not neighborly): 

F.h wasn't around that day. I did make an attempt to find it....after all, it was salmon! I was not successful. Pity...

Multitasking...

The previous post mentioned a casita chiquita. I could tell it was bothering the female handler (f.h.). She kept going around the house saying..."why don't you just emphasize it some more, like 'casita chiquitita,' because we're talking two spaces!" The welcome to my house/would you like to lie down space, and the cook/clean out space.

F.h. did check with Maria, who found this charming rental, to confirm...that it was two spaces with the kitchen and bathroom sharing one. Indeed it is. Multitasking like the best of them:

(Credit goes to Ted for staying up all night Wednesday going through all the Seinfeld episodes to find the perfect pic)

And did I mention earlier that there's no source of heat? Mind you, we're going into winter and I need a wood stove. I've been used to a wood stove all my life, I don't need to condition my body now for dealing with chilly evenings.

Spaces

So the house is apparently a done deal, about to be SOLD. Ricky is stressed and his Maine Coon yowls are echoing off the bare walls.

The airline tickets are bought.

And the rental car is secured upon arrival at some airport called MVD.

But where are we going after this 10hr flight? (I’m still thinking about the “travel app” and getting my large purring girth there faster)

In two weeks, we’ll be in this Uru place, and no place to go.

A lady by the name of "Maria" is looking hard for a rental place. “Who’s Maria and where did you meet her?” is the question my female handler (f.h.) gets quite often. “It’s hard to explain” is about all the f.h. can muster out. That’s pretty lame. That’s what you say to a 2 year old!

So Maria found a place today. She called it a “casita chiquita.” I think it’s bad when the emphasis is on small. Maria couldn’t quite answer the question: how many bedrooms?

From the 12 pictures sent as attachments, it seems that there are two “spaces”. One space is the entrance that is divided by a wooden panel. One side of the wooden screen is a picnic table, and the other is a single bed.

The other space is a bathroom/kitchen combo. No….really!

Well that’s a space saver if I ever did see one! Seriously, a double duty room. No wooden screen, no nothing. Wide open space.

The male handler (m.h.) focused on the attributes of stone walls, light seeping in from the floor to ceiling window directly behind the toilet, and the unique wash basin that had no visible pipe coming out from below the counter.

The adventure begins…

Modeling Quilts

The handlers were going nuts last weekend. I mean out of the ordinary “nuts”. Prices appeared on everything except me. Ricky and Keika weren’t for sale either. I guess that’s a good thing. We figured out it was “yard sale” time, but prices were truly on everything. I think the male handler even had a price on his back as well…

Ricky and I selected to sleep one last time on an array of quilts.

As it turned out, the female handler had a change of heart during the Saturday sale. She refused to let the quilts go for near to nothing, and the price that she put on them was sufficiently high to stop the antique dealers from buying them up.

Displaying the quilts also prompted neighbors to stop and admire them and think about their own quilts tucked away in the closet, rarely seen. Hopefully they went home, dug them out, and are now enjoying them. 

Is there an app for that?

Four bookcases left today and there’s a nice big open space next to the buffet dish where the washer/dryer used to be. I’ve been assured that my new cage titled “Live Animals” will not be given away, but one never knows…

I heard talk over the weekend about “apps”. “App this” and “app that.” The nice buyer (only because she scratched my head) of my Adirondack chair said she had a Craig’s list app that notified her of a new posting for a file cabinet. Once in the house to see the file cabinet …and me…she fell in love with my chair. Yeah, you and me both, chica…

I have yet to identify my so-called handlers. They’re decent people. They keep the buffet dish full. This evening the female handler said to the male handler (who has been trying for 32 hours to post listings on ebay)…”wouldn’t it be nice if there was an app that could transport the cats instantaneously to Uruguay?”

Uru what?

Live Animals

The latest scoop:

1. The US government keeps on ticking. That’s good. I was a little worried last night at the 11^th hour.
2. Glenn Beck is leaving Fox. Who’s Glenn and who’s Fox?
3. And these boxes with the words “Live Animals” have started appearing around the house. I’ve been scoping them out. I’ve taken to this one. Keika, my mom, has taken to one that is in the closet, so much so that I rarely see her. Ricky does not seem to want to have anything to do with them.

Money Money Money

Some complaining going on today...

$140 Health Certificate

$36 USDA validation

$175 Kennel fee on AA

$351 ….x three cats = $1052.00

What does this mean? I think it means that Cats Rule.

But specifically, what does this mean?!? Not sure. I'll nap on it a bit.

Commotion

I lost my sheepskin chair today. The good news is that I wasn't sleeping in it, when it disappeared. 

Things have moved. I’ll let you know when I find them again.

Something’s up. I’ll let you know when I figure it out.