Yeah, I continue to count the days till I’m insured, and it’s now THREE MORE DAYS including today. So hopefully things’ll be OK. My new (Aetna) insurance through the Affordable Care Act is kind of pricey and not great. But at least I’ll be insured, whew.
Here’s tiny Princess Leia waaaay back on June 7th, when we just got her and she was being very darling and sweet.
Oh how things have changed.
At first Les would go upstairs and sit outside the fencing we’d put up in Leia’s door so they were able to get acquainted. After a while, maybe a couple of weeks, she went downstairs.
Because Sweetie is always lying on her tower in the living room, the Princess was OK with her, and Les was her friend.
But then, the first time she saw big gentle giant Riley she tore after him and he fled the scene. She chased him a couple of times, and once Kevin said she either tried to or actually did jump on his back. Plus she chased Lovey, who is so terrified anyway…it’s just not good.
Sunny the Cat Whisperer isn’t worried; she says everything will work out, but we spend time every day taking the Princess up to her room and shutting her in, and then letting her out and keeping the two scaredy cats in the other part of the house. It’s funny how much time we spend opening and shutting doors.
Saturday I was working out in the bedroom and Riley there with me but suddenly he meowed to get into the other part of the house – Riley rarely meows. So I followed him into the living room, and Princess was at the end of the hall. She just looked at him, but he hustled back into the back of the house and spent the rest of the day in the basement.
It was bad. I didn’t let that happen again and things have been quiet, but it’s not sustainable, keeping everybody separate. Kevin keeps saying “give them time,” but if they continue to be separated, won’t the same thing happen again when they finally see each other? It’s always something with a preponderance of cats. I wish there was a way to give Riley a pep talk, or some confidence lessons.
Mom and I took a lovely evening boat ride on the June the 11th. Since then the weather has been abysmal for such a long time now, highs in the 90s with humidity making it feel in the 100s. We’re all starting to feel like shut-ins, except for Kevin, who keeps doing outside projects with no ill-effects thus far.
It’s going to cool down on Thursday which I’m excited about. Cooler weather then health insurance. Hopefully the week will end on a good note.
Lovey, stretched out on the living room floor on an evening before she was terrorized and spends most of her time out in the blistering heat. hiding under the forsythia bushes or under the hostas. Poor kitty.
And always, Lester, always enjoying a new box on the floor.
I have to do a bunch of stuff today. I’ve got this tub in my music room off the living room which has been sitting there since Covid. Yeah, many, many years. There are also papers and things around it, and for the past few days I’ve been trying to move things around and get rid of things.
The problem is that the tub is mostly full of pictures in frames that I took down in order to put up different photos. But I want almost every single one to go back up on the walls, so I’m at a loss how to achieve that since our walls are already pretty full.
I want to get it done before the weather gets nicer (Thursday) because I have a huge list of outside things I want to so. But I need to calm down about the whole thing because even though it’ll be nice for a few days I’m sure it’ll be hot and I can come inside and continue to stare at the piles of framed photos.
I took all the photos out of the tub, and here they are. One the bottom are two piles of framed photos, and then there are frames without pictures and pictures without frames that I don’t care about so at least I can put that away. But the next pile is a big stack of things that I want to put in frames, but where on earth do I think I’m going to hang them? No time to worry about it now…
Ok then,
Mrs. Not Enough Time Hughes.