(no subject)
Suddenly, we have become serious about fall here. We had the changing and dropping leaves, the shorter days, but when it's still in the seventies and eighties during the day, it's hard to really get your head around the idea that it's fall. Sure, the tendency for dark to come earlier and earlier, and stay around later and later in the morning, if you're up early enough to notice, is a big hint, but hey, it's almost eighty degrees--surely this is not the fall of my childhood. The roses are still in bloom, and there are still tomatoes on the vine.
Last night it managed to get down into the high twenties, and we faced the fact that it was time to close the windows. I found myself sleeping with an awful lot of cats all of a sudden, including the Prodigal Son, who had already curled himself into a furry ammonite on the edge of the duvet when I got into bed.
Pretty Boy allowed to me rub his ears, until Jemmy hopped up on the bed and wandered to over to see why someone besides him was getting attention. "So, you're back," he said.
"Yes," said Pretty Boy.
"So, how was it? I like a good adventure myself."
"I had to sleep outside overnight," said Pretty Boy, "and it was chilly and when I tried to get back in the door the dogs downstairs all barked and it was very upsetting. And then the next day the basement door was open and so I got in but I couldn't figure out how to get back up here, because the stairs went to where the dogs were. It was awful. It was all dusty and there was no good place to sleep. stringwoman came down and tried to stuff me into a cat carrier and I got scared and bit her and then she went away. And then they left me alone and I thought I'd be down there forever, and then fidelio came down and she talked to me and petted me and then she tried to grab me but I got away and then she went away. Then they trapped me in a trap like a wild animal. It was humiliating."
Minerva oozed across the bed to a spot where she could aim a glare at Pretty Boy. "Were there mice? I like a good mouse, myself. The way it feels, when you grab them in your teeth and shake them to snap their necks..."
Pretty Boy blinked and looked away. "I didn't see any..."
Minerva made a hmnpf sound. "There were probably a good six or seven and you just didn't notice them."
By this time, Bob was settling in by my knees. "Isn't it time to sleep now? Why don't you two just lay off the kid so we can get some rest here?"
Pretty Boy curled himself back into his ammonite shape. Minerva glared at him a moment longer and then marched back across the bed, there to drape herself across an ankle, after giving Bob a brief taste of her stinkeye. "The kid doesn't have the gumption to find a mouse, let alone deal with it properly once he finds it."
Jemmy parked himself on a pillow. "I wish I could get out and have an adventure. Especially if I could get into the basement and see if it's really all that creepy down there."
Zaza stooped scraping the covers into a suitable configuration. "No, you don't. You think you do, but you really don't. When you got here you were hot to get inside; you'd been out there and it wasn't all that much fun."
Jemmy sighed. "Adventure...adventure...adventure...adventure...adven" the word ended in a sort of snore.
Bob yawned and snuggled in a bit more. "I wonder if they'll turn the on furnace soon."
Last night it managed to get down into the high twenties, and we faced the fact that it was time to close the windows. I found myself sleeping with an awful lot of cats all of a sudden, including the Prodigal Son, who had already curled himself into a furry ammonite on the edge of the duvet when I got into bed.
Pretty Boy allowed to me rub his ears, until Jemmy hopped up on the bed and wandered to over to see why someone besides him was getting attention. "So, you're back," he said.
"Yes," said Pretty Boy.
"So, how was it? I like a good adventure myself."
"I had to sleep outside overnight," said Pretty Boy, "and it was chilly and when I tried to get back in the door the dogs downstairs all barked and it was very upsetting. And then the next day the basement door was open and so I got in but I couldn't figure out how to get back up here, because the stairs went to where the dogs were. It was awful. It was all dusty and there was no good place to sleep. stringwoman came down and tried to stuff me into a cat carrier and I got scared and bit her and then she went away. And then they left me alone and I thought I'd be down there forever, and then fidelio came down and she talked to me and petted me and then she tried to grab me but I got away and then she went away. Then they trapped me in a trap like a wild animal. It was humiliating."
Minerva oozed across the bed to a spot where she could aim a glare at Pretty Boy. "Were there mice? I like a good mouse, myself. The way it feels, when you grab them in your teeth and shake them to snap their necks..."
Pretty Boy blinked and looked away. "I didn't see any..."
Minerva made a hmnpf sound. "There were probably a good six or seven and you just didn't notice them."
By this time, Bob was settling in by my knees. "Isn't it time to sleep now? Why don't you two just lay off the kid so we can get some rest here?"
Pretty Boy curled himself back into his ammonite shape. Minerva glared at him a moment longer and then marched back across the bed, there to drape herself across an ankle, after giving Bob a brief taste of her stinkeye. "The kid doesn't have the gumption to find a mouse, let alone deal with it properly once he finds it."
Jemmy parked himself on a pillow. "I wish I could get out and have an adventure. Especially if I could get into the basement and see if it's really all that creepy down there."
Zaza stooped scraping the covers into a suitable configuration. "No, you don't. You think you do, but you really don't. When you got here you were hot to get inside; you'd been out there and it wasn't all that much fun."
Jemmy sighed. "Adventure...adventure...adventure...adventure...adven" the word ended in a sort of snore.
Bob yawned and snuggled in a bit more. "I wonder if they'll turn the on furnace soon."