Day 491: Errands and... yet more kittens
Jul. 19th, 2021 11:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eve_primeI spent the first half of the day zooming about - I talked with a fence guy who came to bid on replacing part of J's deck and much of the fences, then I zipped over to the hardware store to get some cord to use for a clothesline in one of J's spare bedrooms, then I drove D. to his allergy shot and walked to one of the nicer local bookstores to buy my own copy of Piranesi.
Once I was home again, I spent quite some time reading outside in the hope of getting more glimpses of the three 12-week-old kittens who showed up with their mama. I thought she belonged to H, but maybe not. She's been eating at my front porch for months; cat culture says an expectant or lactating mama gets first choice of food, so whichever plate she wants to eat from is immediately abandoned by the others. I knew her kittens were born in April but was beginning to think something had happened to them, since I hadn't seen them and she hangs out quite a lot at my house without them. Then last night she brought two to my house, and today all three. They're very skittish. One's a pale lynxpoint like the mama (whose name I don't know, but I call her Snoofy for the odd sniffing noise she makes while eating). One's a rather golden shade of brown tabby, and one's fluffy, mostly white, but big patches of dark grey and black and maybe other colors. That last one has a cute pink nose.
J. and I walked in the evening, then I watched American Ninja Warrior and started to work on peeling, coring, and cutting up the 70 small Gravenstein apples I got on Saturday. I did 12 - which took nearly an hour and rather wore out my arm - and discovered that a quart-sized freezer bag holds only 10. Imagine, six or seven pies!
Once I was home again, I spent quite some time reading outside in the hope of getting more glimpses of the three 12-week-old kittens who showed up with their mama. I thought she belonged to H, but maybe not. She's been eating at my front porch for months; cat culture says an expectant or lactating mama gets first choice of food, so whichever plate she wants to eat from is immediately abandoned by the others. I knew her kittens were born in April but was beginning to think something had happened to them, since I hadn't seen them and she hangs out quite a lot at my house without them. Then last night she brought two to my house, and today all three. They're very skittish. One's a pale lynxpoint like the mama (whose name I don't know, but I call her Snoofy for the odd sniffing noise she makes while eating). One's a rather golden shade of brown tabby, and one's fluffy, mostly white, but big patches of dark grey and black and maybe other colors. That last one has a cute pink nose.
J. and I walked in the evening, then I watched American Ninja Warrior and started to work on peeling, coring, and cutting up the 70 small Gravenstein apples I got on Saturday. I did 12 - which took nearly an hour and rather wore out my arm - and discovered that a quart-sized freezer bag holds only 10. Imagine, six or seven pies!