We’ve been wondering what happened to one of the newer Hobo
Kitties, Mr. Nibbles, an orange Tabby. He hasn’t been
around in about 3-4 weeks now. Hope the
best for him; but the odds are he’s in Hobo Kitty Heaven along with some of the
other visitors to have stayed in our garage over the years. He’s either been run over by a passing car
somewhere in the neighborhood or picked up by animal control. Being a Hobo Kitty has these dangers built
in; maybe he decided to go live at the Ritz, not likely.
Mr. Nibbles was an Alpha-male in almost every aspect which
meant he had to run things, to included running the previous top male cat off;
can’t have two leaders of the Hobo Kitty Harem.
Our Thunder Hobo Kitty (pictured above) got beat up too many times so he packed his pack
and left for less threatening quarters somewhere nearby. We’d see him now and again; but Mr. Nibbles ran
him off each time.
With Mr. Nibbles gone missing for about a month Thunder
figured out he can come by more often, grab a quick meal in the morning and get
some much needed strokes from the Humans.
He’s also cousin to Puddin’ Head, Pumpkin’s twin sister, so they get
along quite well; nothing to be concerned about since they’ve both been ‘fixed’
a long time ago.
This afternoon we’ve been doing the preliminary house
cleaning prior to Thanksgiving. Lucy is
in the kitchen canning a double batch of pork loins to go into our pantry. I’ve been putting odds and ends away and
making it appear as if we have some kind of order in the house. (good luck with that)
I was able to get the butcher block oak table in the kitchen
nook somewhat stable, turning the bolts a bit tighter on the pedestal. One of the bolts is close to stripped out;
but the others were able to snug down enough to stop most of the sway. We also used some coasters under the foot
pads to help level it.
Lucy will need
all the space she can get when the first batch of pork comes out of the
pressure canner. Yes, we actually have a
real pressure canner just like the ones Muslim Terrorists used to injure and
kill Americans at the Boston Marathon; but we use ours as it was intended, to
put up food stores for when times are lean.
(I think that last clicking I heard was the NSA tagging my computer)
Thunder stuck around long enough for us to offer Treats, a
trigger word for all our Hobo Kitties.
Dog Dog didn’t want to be left out so he got Kitty Treats as well. Pumpkin, Puddin’ Head, Thunder, Dog
Dog….Pumpkin, Puddin’ Head, Thunder, Dog Dog…until each of them had several
Treats and were happy to be enjoying the breeze as it came in past the
wind chimes.
We’re enjoying a cool spell after the front pushed all that
rain out the other day, even got down to the mid 30s last night. Clear blue skies and a light breeze; better
enjoy it while it lasts. This kind of
weather makes Thunder’s ebony coat look even more splendid, what a beautiful
beast! Time to get back to work making
the house look passable…
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