Better still, we see you, sweet Viola, who just happens to be seven years old now as of a few days ago. We kept it quiet around here. Well, quiet except for that million birthday kisses we gave her. Happy birthday, Viola! Happy birthday, Niblets near and far!
The other morning, on Mom’s one rare day off, Tessa was pawing at the glass door and Olivia had to check that out. There wasn’t anything going on outside. Tessa just does that from time to time, for fun perhaps, pawing on the glass. Or to get attention. Or just because. Really, do tuxie cats need a reason for anything?? Viola couldn’t care less. It was morning naptime, after all.
Olivia sat there and watched until Tessa noticed she was being watched. We don’t think that was the kind of attention Tessa was looking for. Olivia, don’t get any ideas. We don’t need two cats pawing at the glass door. Tessa, Mom will get you paper towels and the Windex to clean up your smeary mess. We’re sure she will. *snort!*
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Mom’s looking for a some uplifting thoughts to share with Dad who fell and suffered a serious medical trauma event here at home last Thursday. He spent the weekend in the hospital following emergency surgery for a couple of deep lacerations while Mom had to spend most of that time at work or risk losing her job. Your good wishes will assure him a speedy recovery, as they always have in the past. Thank YOU!
Around Colehaus, the warm season is waning and the last of the flowers are putting on their finest show. Hard to believe in just 2 months, all this will be past and we’ll be dreaming of the flowers of 2021!
Tomatoes were a bust this year. We had 4 large Celebrity tomatoes make it and a couple handfuls of tiny cherry tomatoes but the plants themselves looked awful all summer. If we can afford it next May, we’ll do a complete swap out of the garden soil we use in the tomato pots and will hope for a bigger haul in 2021.
Mom’s Cyclamen, a gift from Dad back in Spring 2018, grew more full and beautiful over the summer. She’ll make sure it has extra mulch around its feet for the coming winter and will hope it’ll make it to next year.
Still no luck getting close to neighborhood cat, Rusty, but Mom captured him napping on the front porch chair yesterday. Sometimes, she sees him walking down the street when she goes off to work at 4 in the morning.
A couple of weeks ago, he was hanging out in the backyard, watching birds and grooming himself. Mom could help you with that, Rusty, if you’d let her get close enough. We bet you’d come to love a good brushing now and then.
Earlier still, two raccoon babies were scarfing up leftover bird seed from under the feeder. There wasn’t much for them but we’re certain they are finding things to eat. We consider our choice to stop purposely feeding the raccoons and their babies, and to stop interacting with them 2 years ago, a success. The babies don’t come at the sound of our voices; in fact, they run away or climb a tree. Grandma RoseEars still tolerates us but she’s aging and hasn’t taught babies to trust humans. We’ll always fondly remember the years we spent getting close to our visiting raccoons and wish well all the generations to come.