When I get home from work, I need to scoop the litter boxes and feed the cats their nightly can of wet food. In between these two chores, I have to take the bag of litter box scoopings out to the garbage room. Jacoby generally accompanies me and then we have a little free-range hallway time. I prefer to have this one-on-one time with him, but occasionally Tessie will come along. I don’t like to take out more than two at a time, because it becomes exponentially more difficult to keep track of them all.
Basically, it’s like herding cats.
Which I am actually fairly good at, but just because you have a knack for something doesn’t mean you really want to do it all the time.
But lately, both Tessie and Angel have been insisting to be let out with Jake, and it’s hard to say no to them. It’s especially hard to not let shy, skittish Angel out when she asks, because it’s so rare.
She doesn’t often feel secure enough inside our apartment to parade with her banner tail held high!
Seeing it aloft in unfamiliar territory is just such a miracle!
Especially in the presence of Tessie, with whom she still has the most strained relationship.
Gun-Hee and I went to Art Beat today. It was a lot of fun, and Gun-Hee was amazing. It started out with a walk to the post office and a ride on the T. Then we stopped in at the hardware store and home before getting to Davis Square. I got lunch at one of Redbones’ food booths, and settled down to watch a band called “B for Brontosaurus.” Gun-Hee shared my barbeque, of course.
We stayed there for at least 4 hours, and I think we talked to about 100 people. Gun-Hee was awesome though. He only hissed at dogs…and at one little kid who hugged him before his mom or I could stop him! Thankfully, they had three cats of their own, and she was the kind of mother who scolded the kid, saying, “What the hell were you thinking – you know better than that!?” instead of the sort who blames the cat.
We also went to a yard sale, where Gun-Hee was given a little rubber lobster. We looked at craft booths (I bought a pair of pants), and there was another yard sale where I bought anatomically correct keychains, and where, unfortunately there was a very territorial dog, which upset Gun-Hee so much he hissed at me.
I think our favourite booth was the Charles River Alley Cats booth. We bought a scratchy box from them to support the homeless kitties, Gun-Hee looked at the two kittens that were up for adoption, and he camped out in their box of extra toys.
He also spent some time up a tree…seriously! He actually climbed a tree all by himself to get closer to the sparrows, and then just kind of hung out up there. It was adorable! But I had to hold onto his leash to make sure he didn’t get up so high that I couldn’t get him down.
Finally we went home to relax, cool off, and watch the Red Sox kick the White Sox’s asses. Always a good thing.
Photos to come, of course.