Rita Adventure, Part 3
Okay, so it's been a bit longer between my last post and this one than I had planned. Sorry. Now I'll have to figure out where I left off....
I believe we've made it to Saturday (Sept. 24), in the evening. My sweetie had left for home (with our two kitties in tow) at dusk. After this event (before too I suppose), my memory gets hazy. I know of certain things that we did, but I honestly don't remember when. At some point, I, having brought our digital camera with me, took some pictures of the destruction around the house. Then we all went on a trek throughout the property, me taking digital pictures, my mom taking pictures with a "throw-away" camera, and dad toting Darrin. This is when we discovered the tree that would have crushed mom's future shop. I also realized just how close their bunny, Hoppy, had come to losing his home, as there was at least one large pine branch, if not the entire top of a tree, resting on top of his rabbit hutch. The hutch, thankfully, seemed totally unaffected. Of course, being the handiwork of my mom and dad, it was a very well-crafted hutch, complete with a shingled roof. Not that Hoppy's spoiled or anything. He only gets rabbit food AND rabbit treat AND yogurt chips AND hay AND alfalfa AND chewing sticks AND frozen strawberries every day. Nahhh, not a spoiled bunbun. :-)
I would also like to mention that by this time, the squirrel babies are both alive and doing well. Yayyy! They are living in the lap of luxury, sleeping in thick cushiony towels and dining upon nothing but the best meals, a mixture of evaporated milk and...um...human milk. What can I say? I was there, I was expressing anyway (Darrin was drinking less during the heat/lack of AC), so I contributed what I could. The babies' eyes (and, presumably, ears) are still closed, and their tails are fur-covered but far from bushy. They are eating pretty well, being fed via a thick eye-dropper syringe. They cuddle up next to one another in a cushioned basket nest and sleep whenever they're not eating, safely kept in a cardboard box indoors. We human inhabitants of the house still do not sleep tonight in the beds, for fear that the wobbly tree closest to that side of the house may still fall. Darrin and Mommy and my mom sleep in the hallway on mattresses, and my dad sleeps on the living room couch. My sweetie and kitties are probably all bundled up on our cushy bed, snuggled under the covers because they have AC. Darrin tosses and turns quite a bit, probably uncomfy because it's hot, and at one point I remember saying in total exasperation, "Oh come ON!" At this point, my mom gets up and tells dad to roll over because he's snoring rather loudly. Apparently, my exclamation was misinterpreted, which I think is hilarious, because I had been enjoying the soothing chorus (mom had been snoring too) of snoring, but just couldn't nod off because the little guy next to me wouldn't stop moving around. When Sunday morning eventually comes, we get up and I find out we're having coffee. Coffee? We can do that? Why, yes, we have a propane stove. Awesome. :-)
Perhaps this is a good time to mention the neighbors. Ms. G lives next door and has lots of cats. Not like a dozen... more like 30, some of them being indoor (2 long-term residents and all the current kittens) and the rest being mostly outdoor. I say "mostly" because some of her outside kitties sneak indoors and she, being a softy for them, doesn't always shoo them out right away. Who would? If you have indoor kitties anyway, what's a few more? (This philosophy could get me into real trouble, which is why I cannot work, although I'd love to, at an animal shelter. All the kitties would come home with me.) Neighbor #2 is Ms. J, who lives behind my mom and dad. A retired actress, she's the yang to G's yin when it comes to animals, and her house is full of dogs...though I believe she has a cat as well. My mom tends to be the mother hen for their little hill just outside of Jasper, and my dad is such a MacGuyver, he's often called upon to fix odd things for the neighbors. I swear he can fix anything, or invent his own contraption for getting a job done (with the help of some duct tape of course). So, in this time of crisis, it's only natural that mom and dad are doing all they can to help their neighbors.
Ms. J's home is intact, though she needs help getting windows and doors open. It's about 100 degrees out today, with a heat factor (how hot it feels) of about 108. The trees in Ms. G's front yard have fallen ONTO her house. She now has at least one new unwanted skylight, and there are ceiling tiles and insulation containing who-knows-what on her living room floor and bed. In her bed! She is unharmed, except for any harmful stuff in the air that she may have breathed in. Needless to say, she will be sleeping in the spare room at mom and dad's for a while. Remember, we can't move anything until FEMA sees the damage for themselves. So, there are piles of "rock wool" (if you know what's in it, please let me know what's in it, and if it's dangerous) on her floor and she isn't supposed to move them. Right, so the kitties are required to have a potentially dangerous substance available for them to roll in. Nice policy, people.
Okay, okay, I'll not rant any longer. I'm going to have to cut this entry short now anyway, as Darrin is up from his morning nap. Next entry: a playpen for Darrin, we host a party, and I'm pretty sure it's time for each of us to take a shower!
I believe we've made it to Saturday (Sept. 24), in the evening. My sweetie had left for home (with our two kitties in tow) at dusk. After this event (before too I suppose), my memory gets hazy. I know of certain things that we did, but I honestly don't remember when. At some point, I, having brought our digital camera with me, took some pictures of the destruction around the house. Then we all went on a trek throughout the property, me taking digital pictures, my mom taking pictures with a "throw-away" camera, and dad toting Darrin. This is when we discovered the tree that would have crushed mom's future shop. I also realized just how close their bunny, Hoppy, had come to losing his home, as there was at least one large pine branch, if not the entire top of a tree, resting on top of his rabbit hutch. The hutch, thankfully, seemed totally unaffected. Of course, being the handiwork of my mom and dad, it was a very well-crafted hutch, complete with a shingled roof. Not that Hoppy's spoiled or anything. He only gets rabbit food AND rabbit treat AND yogurt chips AND hay AND alfalfa AND chewing sticks AND frozen strawberries every day. Nahhh, not a spoiled bunbun. :-)
I would also like to mention that by this time, the squirrel babies are both alive and doing well. Yayyy! They are living in the lap of luxury, sleeping in thick cushiony towels and dining upon nothing but the best meals, a mixture of evaporated milk and...um...human milk. What can I say? I was there, I was expressing anyway (Darrin was drinking less during the heat/lack of AC), so I contributed what I could. The babies' eyes (and, presumably, ears) are still closed, and their tails are fur-covered but far from bushy. They are eating pretty well, being fed via a thick eye-dropper syringe. They cuddle up next to one another in a cushioned basket nest and sleep whenever they're not eating, safely kept in a cardboard box indoors. We human inhabitants of the house still do not sleep tonight in the beds, for fear that the wobbly tree closest to that side of the house may still fall. Darrin and Mommy and my mom sleep in the hallway on mattresses, and my dad sleeps on the living room couch. My sweetie and kitties are probably all bundled up on our cushy bed, snuggled under the covers because they have AC. Darrin tosses and turns quite a bit, probably uncomfy because it's hot, and at one point I remember saying in total exasperation, "Oh come ON!" At this point, my mom gets up and tells dad to roll over because he's snoring rather loudly. Apparently, my exclamation was misinterpreted, which I think is hilarious, because I had been enjoying the soothing chorus (mom had been snoring too) of snoring, but just couldn't nod off because the little guy next to me wouldn't stop moving around. When Sunday morning eventually comes, we get up and I find out we're having coffee. Coffee? We can do that? Why, yes, we have a propane stove. Awesome. :-)
Perhaps this is a good time to mention the neighbors. Ms. G lives next door and has lots of cats. Not like a dozen... more like 30, some of them being indoor (2 long-term residents and all the current kittens) and the rest being mostly outdoor. I say "mostly" because some of her outside kitties sneak indoors and she, being a softy for them, doesn't always shoo them out right away. Who would? If you have indoor kitties anyway, what's a few more? (This philosophy could get me into real trouble, which is why I cannot work, although I'd love to, at an animal shelter. All the kitties would come home with me.) Neighbor #2 is Ms. J, who lives behind my mom and dad. A retired actress, she's the yang to G's yin when it comes to animals, and her house is full of dogs...though I believe she has a cat as well. My mom tends to be the mother hen for their little hill just outside of Jasper, and my dad is such a MacGuyver, he's often called upon to fix odd things for the neighbors. I swear he can fix anything, or invent his own contraption for getting a job done (with the help of some duct tape of course). So, in this time of crisis, it's only natural that mom and dad are doing all they can to help their neighbors.
Ms. J's home is intact, though she needs help getting windows and doors open. It's about 100 degrees out today, with a heat factor (how hot it feels) of about 108. The trees in Ms. G's front yard have fallen ONTO her house. She now has at least one new unwanted skylight, and there are ceiling tiles and insulation containing who-knows-what on her living room floor and bed. In her bed! She is unharmed, except for any harmful stuff in the air that she may have breathed in. Needless to say, she will be sleeping in the spare room at mom and dad's for a while. Remember, we can't move anything until FEMA sees the damage for themselves. So, there are piles of "rock wool" (if you know what's in it, please let me know what's in it, and if it's dangerous) on her floor and she isn't supposed to move them. Right, so the kitties are required to have a potentially dangerous substance available for them to roll in. Nice policy, people.
Okay, okay, I'll not rant any longer. I'm going to have to cut this entry short now anyway, as Darrin is up from his morning nap. Next entry: a playpen for Darrin, we host a party, and I'm pretty sure it's time for each of us to take a shower!
posted by Brandi Rae | 12:33 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home