sheesh.

You would think, that with a global pandemic going on, I would be able to priortize enough time to write a blog post.

Apparently not.

Good news for y’all, I keep a running list of potential topics and although they might be a little dated, it’s what I am working with!

So, today, I am going to introduce you to the newest addition to my pet family (only 3+ months late). I could VERY easily talk to you about the craziness of the last two months of pandemic life. However, we’ve all been living it, who needs to hear more about THAT! I could chat with you about the yard work or planting I have been madly tackling this week. But that’s not very fun either at this point…there are a lot of little stubby plants around the place. I’ll update on that when you can actually see them doing something! The list is lengthy. In all honesty though, writing about a pet right now is a much better choice for “Feel Good” topics!

So, WAAAAYYYY back in February, before we ever even had heard the word Covid-19 and were still making summer plans and thinking about going out with friends and family and on dates (oh, there’s another story I will add to the list to share with you!), I had a visitor start showing up. He was VERY vocal about the fact that he did not appreciate living outside.

After a couple of attempts, I was able to trap him and with the help of my amazing vet, Dr. Bishop, we were able to sneak him right in on her lunch break! He had definitely had a rough go of it living outside. He had been in a couple of decent fights and obtained some war wounds for sure.

So, needless to say, this is the newest addition to my little pet family. Who knew that in less than a year, I would become the owner to not only one, but two cats. For the record, since I officially trapped him on Valentine’s Day, his name is Roameo (Roamie Poe for short) and he has been great. He messes with Solo just enough to keep him on his toes.

The most hilarious part, is now that he lives with us full time, Daisy’s obsession with him is completely over. It’s astonishing to me that she can go from wanting nothing more than to stare at them, to acting like they don’t even exist.

So, we are just one big, happy family now! I am still definitely not a cat person, but I can not lie, they do make me laugh occasionally.

I promise, the next post will have something to actually do with the house or the place. I also promise that I won’t wait 6 months to write again.

Maybe I shouldn’t make promises I might not be able to keep.

Peace out peeps

18.

Little did I know that exactly 18 days after I wrote the blog post titled, “solo.“, that I would actually have a Solo in my life.

Fast forward to Monday, August 5th. I am back to school in training every day and I am definitely trying to adjust to still getting all of the work at the house done with being back to work. I get home late, after completing barn chores, and I decide to water plants.

Of course.

So, I water all the potted stuff out front. After completing that, I figured I should probably go ahead and start making my lunch for the next day. Knowing full well that if I sit down, I am a goner! I turn on the radio in the kitchen and start all of those fun kitchen chores up. I am finishing up my lunch when the inspiration sparks to check and see if there are any blackberries left in the garden. As soon as I head outside, I hear something.

Is it a bird?

Is it a kitten?

No, it’s not a kitten.

It’s got to be a bird.

But, man, that sounds like a kitten.

I should go look for it.

No, it’s a bird.

But it sounds like a kitten.

Don’t look for it.

LOOK FOR IT you horrible human.

Over the kitchen radio, the radio in the girl cave and the road noise, I realize I am most definitely hearing a kitten.

So, I start searching, entirely expecting to find a pile of kittens somewhere. I walk into the back yard and I am looking around waiting for the kitten/bird thing to make noise again.

“Man, look at that weird mushroom!”

The mushroom’s mouth moved. Yep, there is the kitten.

One kitten.

Solo.

Please excuse the my attire, I was in work mode…NOT EXPECTING TO TAKE A SELFIE WITH A KITTEN!!

Now, true confession, I grew up with kittens. However, I have never really considered myself a “cat” person. I believe it has something to do with the entire stigma of “cat ladies” that I can dig into later when I am not nearly as tired.

Thankfully, I found the Kitten Lady, where I learned all of the basic necessities to bottle raising an orphan kitten. If you don’t know who she is, you should totally check her out!

I am pretty proud to say that 6 weeks later, we’re both still alive. He has been fully vetted and has been deemed healthy, minus having a wee bit of a “little shit” attitude.

With all of that, meet the newest member of my little family. Solo.

I am now a cat person.

Peace out peeps.