The Golden Years....Ha!

Teeth are squeaky clean but the sore tooth is still in my mouth.  The dentist wouldn't pull it until the infection is all gone.  Since I was having pain... an  infection must be present so I had to get a script for antibiotics for a two week course. On the thirtieth it will get extracted and the pain will be all gone. Just what the doctor ordered.....another hole in my head.

Do NOT ever believe that when you get to be a senior you are in your "golden years".  Whoever coined that phrase had a real sense of humor.  There is nothing golden about not being able to cough or sneeze without wetting your pants or having to have scissors and needle nose pliers close at hand in the kitchen so you can open sealed packages.  How about trying to open a screw top jar of pain medication but can't because your arthritic hands hurt too much?  Then there's child proof caps that your meds come in and it takes a child to open them.  Golden...I think not!

We have to go to the vet tomorrow and pick up some meds for the boys in the back room.  It's anti-spray meds....called clomicalm.  Homer is still going crazy and spraying everything in site.  He started the spraying when we brought Lamont inside.  I bought Homer a calming collar with herbs on it which he stuck his claw in and ripped in half.  That was $15.00 well spent.

I think we are going to make a stop at a farmers market tomorrow also.  There's one up in Vancouver on the way to the vets office.  I want to see if they have any vine ripened tomatoes.  I'm growing tomatoes in pots on the deck but they are just starting.  We had such a late growing season this year.

Good night from Muttzncatz's Place

Another Rainy Day In Oregon

It's been raining off and on for most of the day right into evening.  I love it!  That means it's too wet to sit on the ground and do weed pulling Yea!!!!!  A day off is a good thing.

So...what to do with my time?  How about dragging out the watercolors and giving a kitty portrait a try?  Let's see....who should I paint?  I can guarantee it won't be a black kitty so that lets Homer and Moosey off the hook.  Maybe miss funny face (Fina)  Her cute little one nostril, cleft lip might be interesting to paint.  Tanner has beautiful markings even though he has a scaredy-cat attitude.  Most of the time when I'm trying to get a photo of him all I see is his rump moving away ASAP.  Hunter won't get away from in front of the camera so it's hard to get any distance to get a good picture of him.  Paddy is usually sound asleep or has his head in a just emptied can of cat food. (That's why we call him can-face.  He has a permanent circle cut around his face from the cans which wouldn't be too awfully wonderful in a portrait anyway) Lamont might be a good model but he is presently not a happy camper from being confined to the back room.  Victor doesn't care as long as he can be Velcroed to Lamont.  Maybe someone else has a cute and cooperative kitty that would like to be a subject of a portrait?  You would think that out of eight cats at least one would be a good subject, wouldn't you?

Maybe I could do one of the birds we had appear at the feeders last month.  We had Orioles, Tanagers and Evening Grosbeaks.  What a treat it was to see them. Here's a picture of one of them.

We always have Black headed Grosbeaks but once in a while these beauties come through and visit for a couple of days.  During this time the birdwatching society at the sliding glass door was a standing room only situation.

I think I'll get busy now and do one of my bird photos.

Good night from Muttzncatz's Place

Surveillance Cameras Are A Must!

I think I should install cameras in every corner of this house.  Something is going on at night.  In the main part of the house we have eight cats.  In a separate room we have two more.  When I get up in the morning (our room is closed off to the pets) I enter the main part of the house.  The place looks like they've invited all the neighborhood cats over for a wild party while Cherry and I were sleeping.  It takes me a good half hour to pick up all the stuff from the floor that they have tossed off the counters and table.  It's not just some things that have been carelessly left out either.  Homer pulls pens and pencils out of a container on the kitchen counter. Then there are the cling-ons from the potty box that have been left here and there. After that I scoop up all the hairballs that have been deposited on the rug and get the rug shampooer out.  I put the tablecloth back on the table and then everything that was on the table when I went to bed (If I can find it all). Ya know.....while I'm doing all this they all watch me and not one of them even looks guilty.

When I've put the house back together again it's time to feed the cats.(otherwise known as slopping the hogs)  Two small cans of Friskies later....all the cats are playing musical dishes.  Why is it that someone Else's dish tastes better than their own? This game takes another 20 minutes until all the bowls are completely empty.  I'm never quite sure who ate what but everyone seems happy after breakfast so......what's the harm?  Next it's a quick spit bath and then off to find a warm spot to nap in.  What a life, right?

Goodnight from Muttzncatz's Place