Leslie’s Neighborhood

I sorry.....

This your favorite plant ??

    Once , a young orphan girl, despondent and lonely, walked through a meadow and saw a small butterfly caught in a thorn bush. the more the butterfly struggled to free itself, the deeper the thorns cut into it's fragile body.
    Filled with compassion, the girl released the butterfly. But, instead of flying away, the butterfly transformed into an angel and said gently, "To reward you for your kindness, I will do whatever you like."
    The girl thought for a moment, then replied, "I want to be happy!"
    "Very well," the angel said. Then the heavenly creature leaned close to the girl and whispered something in her ear.
     Many years later, as the orphan lay on her deathbed after a full and happy life, her friends gathered around her. "Won't you tell us your secret now," they pleaded. With a labored smile, the woman answered,"An angel told me that no matter where I went in life, I would find people who needed me-- people rich or poor, young or old, meek or self assured-- and meeting those needs would bring me happiness and satisfaction."

     Somewhere in your life there is someone who needs you. Are you willing to be an angel and meet that need?

Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves.-- Romans, 12:10 NIV

Shhhhhhh.....

I gots my snoozie blanket.....

Well the deed has been done. Bongo is definitely a boy and he has now had his shots and been sniped. Yes he is now a responsible kitty cat...
Now sit back and relax and hear the story...

So since I corralled Bongo in the spare room I have made repeated attempts to touch Bongo to no avail. Lets just say I am a big Chicken.... also after you try to touch him he hurls himself against the window in an attempt to escape. .Also he and Little one have been playing grabby paw under the door with each other and not in a loving lets play manner ... This is WAR> My carpet at the door is now pretty much shredded.

And for the first two days Bongo didn't go Pee.. and then he peed on a towel I had laid down on the floor... no where near the litter box. So I treked over to the vet that helped us with Darin figuring they had a smaller office and it would be less stressful for my little mostly feral cat. And Scheduled the operation for Monday morning figuring no amount of time was going to make it better for Bongo in fact the sooner we got the operation done the better for him. I warned them he was pretty feral and wouldn't let me touch him at all. they offered to board him over the weekend I said okay I may be back, if I can catch him. Leaving the office and arriving home I find a used litter box and a slightly calmer kitty.
So he gets to spend the weekend in my spare room . Hurling himself at the window at every opportunity. (actually usually in the evening)

Monday morning comes and my 45 minute ordeal to get Bongo Loaded into the carrier.

Okay picture this                                                                  

Wait hang on let me go take a photo It is better that way.     

Yep that is right full on winter gear and it is 85 out.

So I start by trying to get hold of Bongo ..
This was a mistake he ran in circles around the room
and flung himself at the window some more ... So I think okay block him out from under the bed so I start blockading the bed he crawls under there again .. So I let him and finish blocking it off and use a broom to shoo him out. HE gets out and I think okay I can get him now.. No he finds a way back under the bed. I rearrange the blockade only now he knows what I am up to, it takes fifteen minutes to get him out now.

He positions himself under the dressing table... I line up the carrier so he has to go into it then more blockading then I try to shove him into the carrier

Did you ever notice how an eight pound cat can be as strong as a 80 pound dog.  He bit me! yep good thing I had on those Leather gloves .
So I get him into the carrier but can not get the door closed. He escapes and we begin again and this time he is not going in the carrier. I reposition and use a book (The making of Myst 2, it is big) to block him from any movement out and pretend the book is a steam shovel and keep pushing him further into the carrier... He is very very strong. finally he is in, the door  is closed and I am exhausted, He is ready for round three.

We arrive at the vet I warn again about chompage and they say oh we will leave him in the carrier until operating time

The day goes by I arrive back at the vet and bring him home he is still woozy so I leave him in the carrier and pet him a little.. HE doesn't like it.
I let him out in an hour and he begins hurling himself at the window again only now he is not agile and is falling and banging around .. Back to the blockade under the bed.

He has to stay in one more day then he is free to go back outside.

He will be so happy. I hope in a year he will eventually let us touch him but for now I know he can't make more Bongos and has had his shots and hopefully won't be spraying my garage and back room.

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What ?? 

You don't like it ??

Number of uninvited guests in yard upon arriving home last night:

Turkeys:    7

Deer:          3

 

Daylillies:

Planted:  approximately 50

In bloom:              1

 

Wild raspberries:

Normal (animal free) yield for a July evening:  a pint

Last night:                                                   25 berries

 

*Cue Rocky music*

 

The survivor -

 

 

 

I 've been sitting at my computer, gradually noticing that there seem to be a helluva lot of flies buzzing around the house. I mean, you always get a couple in summer, right? But I swatted about a dozen in an hour. The cats have been chasing their fair share too. So I went looking for where they might be coming from.

I just went into the kitchen, where they seemed to be concentrated. We have one tall window. There seemed to be a lot against the screen on the inside. I started swatting, which only seemed to generate more flies, not fewer. I looked up.

OMFG.

There were about 100 flies swarming at the very top of the window. It was so fucking gross, I can't even tell you. I have to admit I ran SHRIEKING from the kitchen. My skin has been crawling ever since--I have no idea where they came from.

Mr. BA is in there now with the fly strips and the Raid and the swatter.

*shudder*.