(perpetual calendar, cats)
Edward went to the vet yesterday for a skin issue we had been treating with skin meds left over from a previous case. The areas are tender and he reacts in an unusual way: he starts grooming his front paw with such aggression i worry he will hurt himself. Or he goes rigid and whips his head around to groom-bight anything he can contact with. Once this included my kneecap, which doesn't seem like i thing that would be easy to bite. We are waiting to hear if its some sort of fungal thing -- as a diabetic cat, skin issues are apparently more possible. But he's had a large swath of fur shaved off. Luigi had his belly shaved for the sonogram. They both remind me of how Greybeard, years ago, was shaved to treat a cat bite (if i recall correctly), and the fur never really grew back before he died (which was a year or so later). I hope these elder orange boyos have their coats return to dignified fullness.
Mornings are dark on the deck now. I can barely see -- civil twilight begins at 6:38 AM and i'm out before that -- and there was a dark blob on the door. If it was a big wood roach or water bug or similar i didn't want slipping into the house as i did. I tapped with our snake grabber pole near it and it lept towards me: a green tree frog. I hope my startlement shriek wasn't too widely heard.
Bu the time i should be wrapping up the sun has risen above a horizon i can't see for the trees even in the winter. The dogwood has lost some leaves but still has red green leaves and now bright red berries. It arches towards the deck, a remnant of a time when it was in a thicket and the stretch was to the light. A Carolina wren flew to it a while ago and sat there fussing. Was Marlowe, sitting all tucked up on the rail in sleepy loaf cat pose, the target of it's fuss? No hummingbirds this morning, but the scent of overripe figs is in the very wet air. I think the hummers have fed on the ripe figs after the wasps open the ripe fruit. Oh! Maybe that's a wren in the fig tree now. Just like for the green tree fogs i've found in the fig tree (more shrieks of startlement as hand brushes against unexpected creature), i suspect the wasps and fruitflies can be a feast for critters with different appetites than mine.
post-tags: perpetual calendar, cats
Mornings are dark on the deck now. I can barely see -- civil twilight begins at 6:38 AM and i'm out before that -- and there was a dark blob on the door. If it was a big wood roach or water bug or similar i didn't want slipping into the house as i did. I tapped with our snake grabber pole near it and it lept towards me: a green tree frog. I hope my startlement shriek wasn't too widely heard.
Bu the time i should be wrapping up the sun has risen above a horizon i can't see for the trees even in the winter. The dogwood has lost some leaves but still has red green leaves and now bright red berries. It arches towards the deck, a remnant of a time when it was in a thicket and the stretch was to the light. A Carolina wren flew to it a while ago and sat there fussing. Was Marlowe, sitting all tucked up on the rail in sleepy loaf cat pose, the target of it's fuss? No hummingbirds this morning, but the scent of overripe figs is in the very wet air. I think the hummers have fed on the ripe figs after the wasps open the ripe fruit. Oh! Maybe that's a wren in the fig tree now. Just like for the green tree fogs i've found in the fig tree (more shrieks of startlement as hand brushes against unexpected creature), i suspect the wasps and fruitflies can be a feast for critters with different appetites than mine.
post-tags: perpetual calendar, cats