why is there more litter everywhere?
Man, I am sore in many places that I didn't know existed. Yesterday, Katie and I picked up trash along a couple blocks of 4th St including the former rail corridor between 3rd and 4th. We were out for about an hour and filled up a 30 gal garbage bag.
I am so horribly out of shape. Although it was good exercise, I shouldn't have gotten that sore. I climbed the steps to Miller School today (it's like a dozen flights). Once was enough for now. I'm really going to have to ease back into exercising...but I'm going to have to be more active.
The cats had their first real fight today. Bootsie got a plastic bag around her neck and the next thing you know, she's freaked out and running around the house knocking stuff over. Of course, Buddy is chasing her...but this time, he's all crazy and goes after her for real. I hit him with a broom, but he goes after her again. They chase each other around and play fight all the time. But he was after blood this time. I'm glad he didn't get that. Bootsie is still mad at him. They were just getting all comfortable with each other. I hate it when cats fight. They both still have their claws. I had two cats many years ago who fought regularly because one would be dominant for a year or so and then the other one. And they whomped on each other causing damage. Buddy clearly demonstrated that he was indeed the dominant cat. We weren't sure lately as Bootsie is actually a little heavier now. Anyway, I hope they go back to play fighting and hanging out together.
I am so horribly out of shape. Although it was good exercise, I shouldn't have gotten that sore. I climbed the steps to Miller School today (it's like a dozen flights). Once was enough for now. I'm really going to have to ease back into exercising...but I'm going to have to be more active.
The cats had their first real fight today. Bootsie got a plastic bag around her neck and the next thing you know, she's freaked out and running around the house knocking stuff over. Of course, Buddy is chasing her...but this time, he's all crazy and goes after her for real. I hit him with a broom, but he goes after her again. They chase each other around and play fight all the time. But he was after blood this time. I'm glad he didn't get that. Bootsie is still mad at him. They were just getting all comfortable with each other. I hate it when cats fight. They both still have their claws. I had two cats many years ago who fought regularly because one would be dominant for a year or so and then the other one. And they whomped on each other causing damage. Buddy clearly demonstrated that he was indeed the dominant cat. We weren't sure lately as Bootsie is actually a little heavier now. Anyway, I hope they go back to play fighting and hanging out together.