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I’m growing mold
Another day of sprinkling rain and a night of torrential downpours. The yard is once again a lake. The Koi are thinking of going exploring I swear I saw little back packs being packed in the pond.
night picture of the Koi
The house smells of wet dogs and there are muddy footprints everywhere. I wish we would have more than two days in a row without rain. One day of sun doesn’t even begin to dry things out.
I swear I’m growing mold or is it moss?
Belling the cat doesn’t always work…
Many years ago we had a Siamese cat who should’ve been named Diana for her hunting skills. However, she was named Snoopy because she couldn’t resist checking everything out from her first day with us. She wore a bell and yet continued to gift us with many a dead animal. Snoopy did learn that killing birds brought nothing but disapproval from us so she restricted her hunting to small furry creatures.
When she stalked her prey you never heard that bell ring. Fagin’s juvenile crew of pick pockets had nothing on her keep-the-bell-from-ringing skill. That little seven pound cat could run like hell and keep the bell silent. You only heard that bell of hers if she wanted you to hear it.
I often observed her stalking some creature with the bell as silent as if she’d had a fifth paw to hold over it. Then when I’d call her she come running with bell making all sorts of noise as if we hadn’t seen her silent sneak. Once The Curmudgeon and I married, she came with me and became a house cat. That never stopped her from hunting–she kept our house mouse free until she died at a little over twenty years of age.
You all have a good one!
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