Oct. 29th, 2017

Catterday

Oct. 29th, 2017 12:43 am
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Yes, I stayed in bed till 10. I hadn't planned to. I expected to get up around 9, drop off the rent by 10, do some minor shopping (kleenex, chocolate chip cookie dough, hummingbird feeder), watch some college football and then take Spook to the vet for her annual checkup & rabies shot.

But what actually happened is I parked in front of the PC for a while, then watched some football, and kept an eye on Zoe, who was sleeping under the coffee table. The rug is not flat under there, and she fits between the curves.

Took a glass of cola and a piece of chicken out onto the porch and called it lunch.

Back inside, about 1:30, Zoe was now curled up in Spook's cat carrier in the livingroom. Spook was guarding the porch from one of the cat trees.

2 pm, Zoe had moved to the laundry room, I put Spook into the carrier after some minor objections on her part, and drove to the vet, which is only a couple of miles away. I was 15 minutes early but the vet tech took us in quickly, then there was a 20 minute wait for the vet. Spook was pronounced healthy, she didn't even flinch at the shot, and was eager to get back into the carrier to go home. She meowed on the way there a little bit, was quiet on the way back.

Spook hid in a closet for a couple of hours as I did some things online (gave positive feedback on eBay to the lens seller, compared the ingredients in the Royal Canin food the Humane Society uses and the Purina One which Nine Lives shelter recommends. The RC food looked slightly better, but not $15 for a 3-lb bag compared to $12 for a 7-lb bag better. The last of the 16-lb bag of Purina went into the food tower last night. Even with 2 cats, 7# will last a while.

Out on the porch again, but no hummer action, so I got off my butt and drove to Lowe's and bought a pair of feeders similar to the one which broke. And kleenex. Then on to Safeway for tollhouse cookie dough, and a handful of other things on my B list, like Chinese mustard, cole slaw mix, American cheese and egg nog. Before shopping I dropped off the rent, and saw that the halloween dinner was well-attended with lots of costumes.

Back home, dinner was some turkey sausage slices, cole slaw and a piece of sourdough. I baked both batches of tollhouse cookies, then settled down in the recliner to watch Tivo, the UCLA-UW game. A big surprise is they unveiled a very life-like statue of Don James, with Warren Moon in attendance. The UCLA head coach had played under James, but decided to stay with his team and text Mrs. James. The game was even through the first half, then the Huskies showed up and buried UCLA.

And while I was watching, this happened:

She clawed her way up the side of the recliner, and after a few tries at awkward positions, settled into this one. When I got up 90 minutes later, she was mostly asleep, and took over the seat.

Meanwhile, Spook has recaptured the master bathroom.

Complete with Halloween eyes.

It's late, I took my meds, gave the cats treats, packed the cookies in a freezer bag and put them in the freezer. Earlier I filled the hummer feeders and hung them outside, made another batch of cole slaw and now I need to enter my card charges into Quicken, for which I did not make time today to find a replacement.


Listening to KGO on the drive home, I was infuriated to hear talk show host John Rothmann repeating over and over again that Russia had "interfered" in the last election. No one interfered. To interfere they would have had to do something which prevented the voting process to take place - such as hack into county auditor databases, send sleeper cells out in force to fraudulently vote (or as Chicago was famous for, use names from gravestones to register voters), or massive bribery, block polling places, hide or destroy ballots, etc.

None of that took place.

Nobody was prevented from voting by the Russians. Nobody's vote was coerced by the Russians. All that happened was Russia launched a propaganda campaign - in other words, they advertised. And don't give me the "fake news" cry, every candidate and every PAC lies during an election campaign. We heard from Merkel, May, Abe, that Canadian pretty boy - virtually every foreign leader in the first world - early and often. The Russians were merely more organized. And if you think the Trump voter base listened to what Russia had to say, you're not paying attention.
Plans for tomorrow:
Hang with the cats, mostly. Watch football. Make clever comments on FB.
Maybe enjoy the summer weather
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Totally did not want to wake up this morning when Spook jumped onto the bed. It was about 8 am or so, I think. Feeling very unmotivated, probably because there was nothing I needed to do - it all was done yesterday. 

It was cloudy and cool this morning so I fired up the oven and baked 2 packages of Pepperidge Farms apple turnovers. I managed to only eat three today. Five are ziplocked and in the fridge for lunches.

Lunch was the last of the current batch of cole slaw - don't worry, I made more, a small smoked turkey drumstick and some mixed veggies. 

Spent some time on the porch, but it was too cold & windy. Watched Spook and Zoe go a couple of rounds of "getting to know you". Zoe growls, getting louder the closer Spook comes. Spook replies with a threatening meow of her own, and then either walks past, or lunges at Zoe, who either swats at Spook or runs away. Spook has transitioned from "let's be friends" to "You don't mess around with Spook" to the tune of a familiar Jim Croce song.

The good news is 90% of the day they ignore each other.

Lunchtime was watch the 49ers lose another game time. It is now perfectly clear that the new management & coach traded away key players (who are now starring on other teams) and did not find ready-for-prime-time replacements. And it's also clear the team has lost its will to win.

After the game I stayed in the recliner with a glass of egg cream and then a glass of egg nog (had to dig through the spice cabinet for the nutmeg) and took a nap. Zoe climbed up the arm of the recliner and curled up under my right arm. And purred. Spook came by after a while and started a staring contest, and then got up on her hind legs and swatted at Zoe with her front paws until I shooed her away. Zoe went back to her hiding place under the coffee table.

Now awake, I loaded the dishwasher and took out the garbage. Had to unplug the car and move it back to make room for the bins to pass.

Sunset, there were enough pretty clouds to sit on the porch again. Only one hummingbird. More of the saffron crocuses are coming up, I need to find out when to harvest the saffron. I can see it in the center of some of the flowers. In other gardening news, I watered the front garden, and was pleased that most of the border plants have spread out, and some are flowering a brilliant violet. A few have died, maybe I'll buy some more. Indoors I tossed all the Venus fly traps, they have nothing to eat. Watered the smaller plants, probably should do the hanging plants too.

Dinner was overcooked beef pot pie, apple turnover a la mode for dessert.

Turned on Tivo and played the Sunday Night Football game, which was frustrating because both teams would make an amazing play, then not follow up. And as usual, Collingsworth's annoying voice would not stop spewing. But I was being held captive - Zoe jumped up on the side table and picked her way through the junk to curl up under my left arm. She took three or four tries to find the most comfortable position. Spook stayed in the master bathroom, parked on the mat near the shower.

After the game I got up, giving Zoe full use of the recliner where she is still curled up. Went into the master bathroom because this morning the toilet didn't flush completely, and I wanted to plunger it. Which I did. And it backed up, spilling over the rim. It took two mops and a bucket to stabilize, and then I went to the shed and got the heavy-duty snake. It only took a few seconds of snaking to clear the blockage.

Annoying, not surprising - this has happened before.

Now the bath mats are in the washer, the floor is mostly dry, Spook has long since relocated to the office (and is now just outside the door). Zoe didn't leave the recliner.

When I'm done here I'll pine sol the bathroom floor.

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