I just came in from the clothesline; it's chilly outside, even with a light jacket on. It's 49° out there, to be exact. I could have tossed all three loads in the dryer as I washed them, but I hate paying the electric company for drying my clothes if I can help it. The predicted high for today is 59°. I'm not complaining: We don't have the furnace or air conditioner running, so I'll take a couple of cooler days.
We could use a new sofa. We made the mistake of getting a leather one last time and we've hated it ever since we bought it. All the furniture stores have big sales on Memorial Day, so I considered shopping for sofas this weekend. But the more I thought about it, the less I wanted to go looking; I never want to go anywhere these days, especially shopping. It's so hard to find what we want, and it seems as though we often don't like the couches we buy once we get them home, no matter how much time we spend trying them out in the store.
I had a scare this morning: When I opened the door to feed the two cats, only Mama Kitty was there. Blue is usually waiting for breakfast at least an hour ahead of time. I fed Mama Kitty and called for Blue. I checked the garage and the shop to make sure he hadn't been locked in, but he's wise to that now; if he hears the automatic doors closing, he runs as fast as he can. He's been locked in those places accidentally before, and doesn't intend for it to happen again. At six AM he still hadn't shown up. I went to the back porch and yelled for him across the pasture where he hunts so often, wondering if the hunter had become the hunted. About ten minutes later, I looked out the window and saw Mama Kitty had mosied back there and was sitting, peering intently out over the pasture. I couldn't see anything in that direction and came inside, but five minutes later, Blue was back there with her.
I was so happy to see him I let him inside and fed him breakfast in the house. That was shortly after six, and as I type this at 10:30, he's still in his bed across the living room napping, occasionally stretching, yawning, and changing positions. The problem with outdoor cats is that there are so many things that can happen to them: coyotes, bobcats, and foxes are numerous here. Every time I get a scare like this, I remind myself we've had Mama Kitty 11 or 12 years, and she's still around doing fine.
It's been a lazy couple of days. It rained off and on yesterday, and today we have clouds and chilly weather. Cliff is cat-napping on the couch, and I haven't done much to brag about.
These are strange times we're living in, in so many different ways. I think I need a nap.