We may have said it before and if so, we’ll say it again: We really think that someday, Quint and Viola may become friends, maybe even snuggle buddies.
It’s been an odd week and finally, it’s Friday. Odd, you say? What’s odd?
Well, to start, we don’t have photographic evidence, so really, did any of these things happen? Yes they did. For example, last Wednesday morning, before taking Dad to work, a big crow landed in our fountain and was carrying what looked like a Cheeto in its beak. If it wasn’t a Cheeto, it sure looked like it and was long and orange and had everything Cheeto about it.
The crow dipped the end in the water and then flew off with it. What was that all about? Does that mean our fountain has orange Cheeto water now? Ewww (says Mom who isn’t a fan of Cheetos).
Yesterday morning, on the way home from running an errand, a car was driving on the wrong side of the road; a big 3-lane wide road with a planted median and everything. All cars were pulling over and stopping left and right. But not Mom. She kept driving toward the car and stopped in the middle lane, wagging her finger out the window while yelling STOP! NOT TODAY!
And that young woman stopped her car, did a U-Turn and drove away going the right direction this time. Mom didn’t think a thing of that other than to note it was odd.
Before evening, while Dad was sitting out front enjoying the last of the warm-ish weather, a female hummingbird stopped to sit on a windchime less than 2 feet away. The hummingbird and Dad looked at each other for a good 3 minutes before it flew off, perhaps to go find and purchase a similar blue shade of hoodie Dad was sporting at the time. Mom bought it for him last week and thought at the time, “Everyone will like this slate blue-gray color,” and perhaps she was right.
And then, this happened and finally, Mom had her camera ready. Tessa and Viola almost this close >< plus favorite toys! When something as momentous as this happens and it’s the least odd thing all week, you know it’s been a strange week indeed!
Our kitchen countertops are about 40 inches apart between the main counter and island. We don’t know why we ever thought cats could be trained not to jump up onto the counters or not to jump the chasm between kitchen island and countertop. We’d like to think we’re much smarter now. Tessa helped educate us.
And she sticks the landing, just as she planned. Don’t tell her she’s 14 1/2 years old and shouldn’t be doing this. She’ll tell you age is just a number.
