“Oui” are in recovery mode around here. Two patients. One fell out of the attic. One is recovering from hip replacement surgery. “Oui” have a kitty called Izzy and she thinks she is a puppy. She comes when she is called and she likes water. Our hip replacement patient has been fickle lately and cavorting with a neighborhood garden cat. I like this cat because as cute as rabbits are, all you gardeners know that over population of rabbits decimates crops.
Rabbits sheer off canes of roses and eat the tender leaves. Cats are a natural deterrent to too many rabbits. It’s just the natural order of things. Please don’t think rabbits are too frightened of me, you saw they have babies in my potted rose pots. My husband has named this cat Mittens. Mittens is a big black Tom cat that actually comes calling at the front door. Ask me why.
Why would a big black Tom cat come to the front door looking for Big Daddy?
This cat sits and peers in the window looking for his buddy. He goes from window to window and comes to the door looking for daddy. Because Big Daddy gives the neighborhood Tom catnip. We also have adorable grand kids that we tell stories to. One of the all time favorites is about motorcycles & bicycles.
Erik 4 & Ella 2 like to talk about motorcycles, bicycles, keys, helmet hats, jackets, back packs, & bananas, not necessarily in that order.
So tonight I am in the office and I hear a vigorous scratching at the entry way door from the garage and I think Izzy must have gotten locked out in the garage. She is an inside cat. I open the door and the big black neighborhood cat Mittens charges in. Big Daddy has warned me that Izzy might be in peril from Mittens since she is de-clawed so I try to get him and he eludes me. I chase him in the office and close the door. My patient is resting and I can’t get Mittens and he doesn’t know we are under siege so I go tell him he has to get Mittens out of the house so I will put Izzy in lock down.
In the meantime I think what a great iPhone Facetime bedtime story for Erik and Ella only I can’t find my phone. I put my phone on silent in the doctor’s office during a strep test for a sore throat earlier today. However, while I was talking to my daughter I was sure there was a distinctive clunk when I threw some things in the garbage can outside. I told my husband that I was sure my iPhone was in the garbage and it was on silent.
At which point he took his reaching tool that we purchased as part of what they called at the hospital a “Hip Kit” and I learned you can buy at Walgreen’s and they call a “grabber”, and he emptied the entire garbage container looking for my iPhone that I was sure was in there on silent. I asked him what do you call your thing and he said “I call it my thing.” Now I want everyone to be sure not to miss this valuable piece of information. You all need one of these things in case you accidentally throw your iPhone in the garbage while it is on silent or even if you think you have thrown it in the garbage and it isn’t there.