Sights from around Crooked Acres.
Tomato plant. Surrounded by crushed eggshell (which I’d intended to put in the hole when I planted the tomato plant, but forgot until several days later. Ugh.) That PVC pipe is the watering system for my tomato plants. I needed something more rigid than the drip hoses we’re using on everything else, because the tomato cages would prevent the water from moving through the hoses.
Ummmm… I know those are pepper plants in the front, but what that is on the other end of the row, I am not quite sure… Wait. Turnips! That’s the other end of the turnip row, of course. I knew that! Also, there are a few eggplants in there.
That’s my pile of grass clippings, which are going to make keeping this garden weed-free so very easy this year. I’m going to put feed bags down around the plants, and grass clippings on top of the feed bags, and between the rows. It’ll take some work up front, but this summer is going to be super easy. Or at least that’s the plan!
Emmy’s spay surgery went fine, and I picked her up bright and early yesterday morning. She howled a little until I got her carrier in the car and covered it with a towel, and then she was quiet all the way home. When I uncovered the carrier when we got home, she started howling again, and she howled until we were in the foster room. I opened the carrier, and she eventually stepped out, howling the entire time, and then she forgot to howl because she was so busy sniffing.
I had not given that foster room a good clean since the day we brought her home. I managed to keep it somewhat decent by using an ancient handheld vacuum that I got way back when I got my very first foster litter – it’s this one, to be exact. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s quiet enough that it doesn’t freak out the kittens, and it gets up most of the litter that they track. But I hadn’t done a serious clean in that room, so while she was off being spayed, I scrubbed and vacuumed and mopped the room so that it was sparkling clean.
After I let her out of the carrier, I left her alone for about half an hour, and when I went back upstairs to check on her, there was litter all over the room. She apparently stomped around in the litter box and then walked over every inch of that room, leaving sprinklings of litter everywhere.
Oh well – at least it’s clean UNDER the litter, right?
The next thing I need to do is call and make the appointment for the kittens. They’re all over two pounds, but they can’t have their rabies shots until they’re three months old, so I’ll make the appointment for the end of this month.
About Jake and Elwood.
Jake and Elwood will turn three next month.
Mister Boogers died on June 30, 2009. He was a real character and we still miss him. About six weeks after he died, we left the house on a Saturday morning to go on a road trip up into Mennonite country in Tennessee. Hours later, we returned home and as we were walking toward the side door, I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head and looked. It was a little gray kitten. A second later, we saw a second little gray kitten. On the steps was a container full of cat food. That was it – two kittens and some cat food. Clearly we’d gotten a reputation in our little town as cat lovers, and someone had dumped these little two gray kittens off on our steps in hopes that we’d do something with them.
(We searched to see if there were any more than just the two, but we never found any other kittens.)
It was originally our intent to foster these two kittens for Challenger’s House (the shelter manager gave us the okay), but within about 48 hours, that intention crumbled into dust. They were so adorable and such sweet, snuggly kittens, and they reminded us so much of Mister Boogers that by the time the weekend was up, Fred had agreed that we should keep them. (It was, I’m sure you can imagine, SO difficult to convince him.) It took us a few days to name them, and we went through a myriad of names (I really liked Ezekiel and Zebediah – Zeke and Zeb! Fred suggested Grey’s Anatomy names, then said we could name one of them McDreamy, and I said we could name the other McSteamy and call them both “Mick.” I also really liked Bubba and Gump, but Fred didn’t (odd, since that’s his favorite movie). I suggested George and Lenny (Of Mice and Men), Stu and Larry (The Stand), Fred suggested Javert and Valjean (Les Mis) or Jesus and Judas (heh). Fred suggested Frick and Frack, which I kinda liked. Lisa suggested Thing 1 and Thing 2, which I liked a LOT, but Fred did not. What I really really REALLY liked and couldn’t convince Fred of, was that Samuel and Jackson would be EXCELLENT names. Sam and Jack! How perfect is that?) until the day Fred walked in and said “They’re blue. They’re brothers. They’re Jake and Elwood!”, and that was that.
They have basically grown up with foster kittens coming and going, and Jake absolutely adores kittens (well, when there aren’t too many of them, that is). Elwood enjoys the occasional snuggle with a kitten, but he’s mostly interested in making sure they know he’s the man in charge (at least in his own mind). When they were kittens, we had the True Blood Six, and they all played together wonderfully. I think that Jake doesn’t know he’s a grownup, he thinks he’s still a kitten, so when he sees foster kittens, he think they’re his people.
Although Elwood looks like a grumpy guy, the truth is that he’s a big ol’ lovebug. He adores being petted, he loves being snuggled, and when Fred and I sit in the living room watching TV, Elwood will get up on the pillow on Fred’s lap and sit there and purr and purr. I tell Fred that Elwood looks like a big ol’ tick perched there on that pillow, and he totally does. Most of all, Elwood loves Tommy. If Elwood isn’t bugging one of we humans for petting, he’s laying up against Tommy, purring so loud he squeaks. He loves his food (obviously), and he’s a surprisingly good hunter for a fat cat. He also likes Jake, and the two can be found cuddling from time to time. I love it when sibling kitties get to grow up together.
Jake – I’d tell you when he came into his look o’ looniness, but I truly don’t remember – is the most laid-back cat we’ve ever had. He’ll let Fred pick him up, flip him onto his back, hang him upside down, and he purrs the entire time. He’s good with the foster kittens (there’s always some initial hissiness on his part as well as on theirs, but they all usually get over it pretty quickly), and he absolutely adores the other cats. I’m sure I’ve told the story of how when Fred is putting collars on some of the cats in the morning before he opens the back door, Jake knows that they’re being held in place so that Fred can fasten the collar. Jake will walk back and forth next to whichever cat is being collared and rubs up against them. He loves everyone, and for the most part they tend to put up with him. He’s a submissive cat – he’s not interested in being the alpha cat – and it used to make me mad that I’d see Elwood standing next to Jake, the nape of Jake’s neck in his jaws. Except that Jake will actually walk over to Elwood and flop down in front of him so that Elwood can do it. It’s a little odd, but I don’t ask questions because I think I really prefer not to know what that’s about.
Sometimes I’ll catch sight of Jake out of the corner of my eye, and for a second I’ll think he’s Mister Boogers.
Jake: Jakey, Loony, Loony Jake, Loony Tunes.
Elwood: Ellie, Ellie-belly, Ellie-bellz.