Have a fit and fall in it

My ISP has been an OOPS lately. I hope they're truly fixed this time.

Let's see...oh yes.

DH took the local nephew fishing last Saturday and this is what the kiddo caught.A whopping 10 pound Bluecat. The boy said this fish tasted better than any he's ever had before.

Mom's home and recovering nicely. She had a doctor's appointment to get her staples out yesterday and the doc was pleased with her knee and her progress. Now she starts physical therapy.

Honey moves the kittens daily it seems. She brings them around to eat and may or may not leave them overnight. She's beginning to wean them.

We enjoy them when they're here. Never ending entertainment out of those three.

Now for the best news of all. After 8 months and innumerable job applications, (squeeee!) I finally got a job. I start Monday and I can't wait.

Easy Come, Easy Go

Would you believe that this mess was actually put away earlier today? Then I decided to make jam and clean out the fridge.Honey moved the kittens. Mr. Fuzz was acting ugly so I don't blame her, but I do miss them. Easy come, easy go.

Mom update. Here's a picture of the back of her little legs. She's going to kill me, but I'll take it. Notice how much straighter the leg on the right is. It was as bowed as the left leg. Today her bruises have started showing up. Poor thing. The side of her knee is black and blue. I take pictures so she can see what I'm talking about when I tell her her knee pits are purple.

She's not having a good day. She got too hot sitting on the patio yesterday and was sick last evening. She's been laying down more today and hopefully she'll feel better soon. As for walking, she's moving right along.

I think I'll go work on a new header and see about getting July out of here.

Cats and a bag

Thank you for the kind words regarding Tucker. The backyard seems very empty. Onward and upward. It's better today.

On that note, these little kitties are endless entertainment right now. This kitten is being adopted by my mom. She's named him Frady. It's funny because he's the most adventurous and not frady-cat of the whole bunch. Cute name though. These two are a little more timid and hang out close to Honey or hide behind the dog house. DH named the little tabby Stripes. That's his favorite of the three. The other one is Grumpy. He's got an attitude and it's not a pleasant one.
Mom's first knee surgery is Monday. I can't believe it's so close to time. Here's her snazzy red walker fitted out with a walker bag. You know a girl has to have a way to carry her Diet Dr. Pepper, book, and grabber thing. Now she can do it in style. It has two outside pockets and is big on the inside. The straps are outfitted with snaps. Super easy to make.

That's all I've got for now. I hope everyone is having a wonderful Saturday.

Sure I'll feed your family

Remember back on July 9th I talked about Mr. Fuzz bringing home a friend?

We've been feeding her and she hangs around most of the day in one place or another in the backyard.I named her Honey because when I go out the door and she's there, I'll say "Are you ready to eat, Honey.". Guess what we found this morning?
Three, count them, three little bundles of hissing claws. Really only one is hissy. That would be the one with black on its nose. The other two are little sweethearts.

Sometime during the night Honey moved her family into the backyard behind the compost bin and grill. I hope she leaves them there or moves them to the window well. Either way, they're welcome here and the cat food will be out.

Out the backdoor

Is it hot out there or what? My thermometer says 105 degrees in the shade. Thank goodness the wind is blowing 20 mph or we'd roast.

Mr. Fuzz has a new friend. She's pretty skittish, but never fails to show up for a meal. I've touched her twice and been hissed at for my trouble. Please ignore the sad looking mulch job and the bare rose canes. I'm ripping this bed apart come Fall. About the only thing doing well in this heat is the watermelon in the rose bed.The squash is blooming, finally. I don't have high hopes that I'll get much of a crop.This grape cracks me up. It's suddenly decided it likes where it's planted and it's growing like a weed. This is the one that the dog chewed off at the ground and it's been moved twice. Here's a picture of it almost a year ago.

I hope everyone is having a wonderful Thursday.

And I thought the ceiling was hard

Well honey, that's nothing compared to the corners. I've got the equivalent of 32 corners to do and have exactly four done. I guess I'd better go get busy.These slackers aren't being any help at all.

Putting the floor before the walls

I had to make an executive decision about the order of operations around here.

DH is ready to hang the sheet rock on the wall next to the old floor furnace, but we have to fix the floor first or risk tearing up the wall getting it in. Ditto the other spots that need floor boards.

I ended up on a flooring hunt that required two trips to OKC because a man told me it wouldn't fit in the trunk and I stupidly believed him. Don't ask. I blame it on the allergy medicine. However, the nice lady knocked $1 a foot off the price for my trouble.

Here is 19 sq feet of quarter sawn red oak flooring. Half-pint, the 20 pound cat, has given her approval. She latches on to anything new brought in and has to give it her approval. She's a control freak that way.Here's the big hole again. We had to drop the furnace unit and rebuild the subfloor so we'd have a place to put the new floor boards.This is what it looks like in place. I managed to get three boards in before I gave out. This is a job for DH. I love to delegate. :)
Tonight we hope to get the floor in and hang a couple of sheets of sheet rock. I'm so ready to have walls again.

In other news, the window treatments for the windows flanking the fireplace came and I can't wait to put them up.

I hope everyone is having a wonderful Wednesday.

Pansies for Sunday

Yes, I know it's not Sunday. I should have started this on Sunday and didn't. I found another set to share and want to get all of this one up. So, since I'm missing Wednesday, you get Sunday instead.

Well, that was fun. I spent an hour in chemistry this morning with no lights and Dr. T. never stuttered. He kept right on writing on the chalkboard, in the dark, like nothing happened. Holy Smokes! I wonder how much of it I got written down correctly? Just a wild guess, but I don't think they have the chemistry building on a generator.

In other news, it's raining and cold. Brrr! Mr. Fuzz went out this morning and just came in. He's one wet kitty.

I had intended to get my crepe myrtles and rose planted today, but it doesn't look like it's going to happen now. At least they're getting a nice drink. DH mowed the yard last night and it looks so pretty right now. Something about the light just makes it look nice.

I hope everyone is have a safe and happy day. Don't forget that tomorrow is Thankful Thursday.

My number one fan

Meet L.T.(Little Tigger). She's named after her father, Tigger, who she resembles right down to the mustache mark on her face. This is her new bed. She loves sleeping in baskets and most cat beds are too small so we went with a doggie bed. Shhh! Don't tell her.

She was born in February of 2001 and came to live with me at the beginning of April, along with her half-sister/cousin. That's a story for another day.

From the beginning, she followed me everywhere. Two weeks after coming home with me, I stepped on her in the dark, tried to get off of her and tore the tendons in my foot. We were quite the pair. Her little foot was swollen to beat all and mine was black and blue. DH fished her out from under the bed and we sat in the chair with our feet up, commiserating with each other. She's been my number one fan ever since.

When the time came to spay the girls, she was so frightened of the cat carrier that she bit DH and tore up his arm trying to get away. She succeeded. DH came to my work and showed me what my cat had done to his poor hand and arm. He was bloody from fingertips to shoulder and his dress shirt was in shreds.

I managed to get her in the carrier and to the vet on time for her surgery without so much as a hiss or complaint. To this day, she has nothing to do with DH.

We almost lost her to pneumonia in December 2004, right after we moved from NM to OK. DH had insisted that we get the girls de-clawed since they would have to be indoor cats due to living in town. On the farm they went in and out as they pleased. I knew something was wrong a couple of days after the de-clawing and took her back to the vet. The vet said it was just allergies and she'd be okay. She just kept getting worse and worse and I finally had to find a new vet, in a new town, two days before Christmas. Once we got her treatment started it took almost two months for her to fully recover. She's been fit as a fiddle ever since.

She greets me first thing of a morning and waits for me to come in the door after class. Of the feline variety, she's my best friend.

I guess this is the long way of saying, "Here's my cat. We love each other."