Yes. I chose to move
to the country. I wanted it. That’s what I keep telling myself. Take me to the river, I said. Let me be near nature and all things growing,
rivers and land. Just no more concrete. No next door neighbors I can hear from my
dinner table. No traffic or sounds of
the expressway. Yep. My choice.
Imagine my delight when I discovered the cows months after moving
here! Love those girls <3
But every so often I get a little uncomfortable out here in
the country. Take yesterday, for
instance. It was finally raining after
that stint of 100+ temps. And it had
been raining all night with no end in sight.
I settled in for a long day of reading and writing enjoying the pitter-patter
of raindrops against my office window. That
is, until Veezer squeaked….”Mom???” I
waited, just in case it was a false alarm.
She can be dramatic. Go figure. But no, she gave me the follow-up “M-O-M!!!” and off I went running.
And what did I find?
Well, I don’t speak Cat so I can only guess at the translation of…. “Meow…Look
how much I LOVE You Ma…Meow….Oh the Fun I’ve had in the rain today….Meooowww! I
iz hunGRY! Yum-NomNomNom-MeOoOow”
Chali2Na, my Maine Coon Cat, had spent the rainy night
snuggled close to my feet. At mine and
his usual 4:15am awakening, I let him outside to go on his “rounds”. He really DOES think he’s the King of the
Land! And he must’ve gotten stuck in the
rain or he’d been at this “opportunity” for a while because he was dripping
wet, curled up with his food bowl munching away. But to the other side of him was a gift for
me! Aww.
He loves me so!!! It was a bird
just for me. Oh! I praised him and told him what a wonderful hunter
he was (all the while thinking of how I was going to discard it without hurting
Chali’s feelings and then disinfect the
place!). I should’ve known something was
up by the guardian eye he kept giving the bird.
But no. I just kept telling him
how wonderful he was. Until the bird
took off! Here’s where everything went into
triple-slow motion…Oh Lordy! It was
ALIVE!!! And that’s when the adventure
began of flight, chase, toying, disinterest, removal, and finally a catnap. For the cat, not me. I was disinfecting.
I’ve endured many a catch now. Birds, squirrels, moles, rabbits, snakes, crickets
and various other buggy critters. The
worst catches are the snakes, but the worst fight
was the attack ON the cat by the skunk.
Ick. Yuck. Ouwy!!!
Not pleasant, poor baby. Can you
say “I’m having fun bathing a cat”? The
vet laughed at me. I did not
reciprocate. And then there’s the often corralling
of opossums. Ugh. Nasty creatures.
I like the deer at the water’s edge at dawn. I enjoy the woodchuck from my porch scurrying
along. And the quail are even fun to
watch. But I’d like to think I’ve met my
quota of birds now and can finally enjoy reading/writing that good book while
the rain falls steadily down.
So how did you enjoy
the much awaited rainfall? Ever catch a
mole or a woodchuck before?
