Batcat to the Rescue!

I've been kinda absent in the past few months...absent from blogging but present everywhere else, it seems.  And in that absence I posted a few incidents on social networking sights that a few folks have requested again.  So, I'll try to post them here in the next few days/weeks just for fun and for getting back in the swing of things.  Enjoy!  :D

From February 17th...

For all my grumbling about Chali2Na and his consistent begging for me to let him outside throughout most days, I’m very thankful this morning for his persistence. From the first time I brought him home with me, he’s been extremely aware of our property…he tells me things…things like when a package arrives on the porch and the delivery man doesn't knock or ring the bell. (That one freaked me out the first time it happened.) He also lets me know when my little one doesn't get off the bus. I usually have to calm him down on that one.

But this morning? The little buggar would NOT give in. I had already fed him, there are no bus schedules or deliveries on Sunday mornings, and it’s too cold for him to go outside...I’d already tried pushing him out four times! But what to do when he won’t give up and keeps meowing and pressing his little clawwed-paws against me to get my attention? Okay already! Ack!

So I go to let him outside, again! But what does my little rescuer take me to? A fire in the kitchen! Yep. Earlier, I had turned on the front burner of the black glass-top stove to heat a pot of water, placed the water on the back burner and didn't notice the dark green oven mitt sitting on the front burner that I had turned on. Gads! And there it was right in front of me, up in flames! Mr. Chali2Na sat smug in the middle of the room waiting for me to jump to it.

Oh the smell was awful! Bleck! Of course, I quickly put the fire out (thanking Norma Jean for teaching me these skills as a child). And then Chali decided it wasn’t too cold to go outside afterall. Buggar!

Strangely, the rest of the family slept through the entire episode…..I was soooo tempted to yell FIRE! and wake 'em all up! Hahaha….imagine the mayhem….hahaha! Nah, I decided on another quiet cup of coffee instead.  See? Sometimes I keep my circus to myself! :D

How 'bout you?  Ever been rescued by a rescue cat?  

Critters, Fowl , and Vermin….

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?