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Journal of a Sabbatical |
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May 17, 2000 |
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Adopt these cats at Merrimack River Feline Rescue Society Today's Bird Sightings: Today's Reading: Uttermost Part of the Earth by E. Lucas Bridges Today's Starting Pitcher: Plum Island Bird List
Copyright © 2000, Janet I. Egan |
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Even Sandy is behaving himself today relatively speaking. No unprovoked attacks on animal telepaths today. Pixie is talking a blue streak. I can't believe she's
still here. White cats - with the
One of the new cats is a returnee who was adopted 7 years
ago! That was before
Lunch was once again the veggie burger and fries at Angie's, with mass quantities of water. I am extremely thirsty today. Sudden onset dehydration? I get my coffee at Fowle's to go and then .... well... go ... to the refuge.
And how about those first place Boston Red Sox and ace pitcher Pedro Martinez?!?! Pedro rocks! |
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The
cats are saner this week. Must've been the weather. Chloe is
happy to see me and jumps right up on the sink to observe
the dish proceedings, drink from the tap, and sip the
coffee. She suffers herself to be petted and even head-butts
me. Not only that, some woman came in to donate towels and
sat down next to Chloe on a bench and started petting her.
Chloe acted like she enjoyed it. I suggested the woman adopt
her, but she's interested in Mookie. Or something.
notable exception of Jaguar - are usually adopted within a
week or two of arrival. Giggle Girl's guidance counselor
likes Pixie so I suggest adopting her. He says he's a dog
person. He asks us to pose for a group picture for Giggle
Girl's yearbook. I point out that Roy is not in today -
still recuperating from surgery - so he decides he'll scan
in a previous Roy photo and paste him in. Yearbooks just
ain't what they used to be.
The
community litterboxes are not as gross as they were last
week, which either means Meowster is using his own litterbox
for his gallons of pee or he's gotten over whatever ailed
him. That makes it much pleasanter for me. I'm sure it's
pleasanter for Meowster too.
my time. She's hissy and hostile. I don't know if it's just
being back here that's bugging her or that she's been like
this for the past 7 years and the people just noticed it. I
mean after the people returned Miss Newburyport for not
being a lap cat after 5 years when she was never a lap cat
to begin with, I'll believe people can wait that long.
My
nose is all sniffly and my eyes are all itchy. The pollen
count is off the charts. I have to keep taking off my
dishwashing gloves to wipe my nose. Good thing I'm not
allergic to cats.
I
tried air drying my bleach-stained green shirt on the porch
railing while I did today's new cat photos attired in a nice
clean shirt. The green shirt had not dried by the time I was
done with the photos, so I just threw it on the floor of the
car and headed for lunch and birds.
The
word for today is loud. The kingbirds are loud. The newly
returned bobolinks are loud. Even the purple martins are
loud. Bobolinks and kingbirds are all over the place. You
would have to be unconscious not to notice them. And who
knew one willet could make so much noise?
Pill-will-willet, pill-will-willet,
pill-will-willet.... I was getting really into looking
for little yellow things and little brown jobbies until I
got out of the car at the Pines Trail and mosquitoes swarmed
over me. I got three bites within seconds. Arrrgh! I didn't
think I needed bug repellent yet. Well, I doubt there's any
West Nile virus up here yet as crows have not started
dropping from the skies. Don't know about Triple-E (eastern
equine encephalitis - one of the reasons it is insane to
live in Massachusetts and even less sane to live in Rhode
Island) this year yet. Remaining birding will have to be
from the car today. Yuck. Still plenty of birds though.