I guess we have Covid

I assumed I had the flu, which I am somewhat familiar with from the past when I either went to school or was working at a job:  fever, weakness, sore throat, a little achy in places.  On the first night of the fever, I kissed Cliff on the lips before I went to bed, and as soon as I did it, I told him, "Oh, I shouldn't have done that since I have a fever and all."

"I'd just as soon have the kiss," he said.  Today he thinks differently.

Now I'm on the mend, and he feels a tiny bit better too, although like all men who get germs directly from their wives, his Covid is about 10 times worse than mine.  A while ago we finally got out that old Covid test from 2022 and figured it out.  There was only a small pink bit on the right end of that swab that tells the tale, but according to directions, that is still a positive.

We had appointments to go to the cataract doctor: mine tomorrow and Cliff's the next day.  I called and told them we have Covid, and made other appointments.  Meanwhile my daughter and her husband paid us a visit Saturday.  I told her I had the flu... Cliff hadn't gotten sick yet, but Saturday night he coughed non-stop and he really was hurting all day Sunday.  He also has chills, apparently, because last night he had his overalls, a coat, his cap, with a blanket over all that; I looked at the thermostat and it was 82°.  

They've had covid more than once because they work among other humans.  I sure hope we didn't give it to them again.

I volunteered to be part of a covid study some college is doing a year or two ago.  They call occasionally and ask me about the vaccines I've had and if I've had covid, or if I've been in the hospital for any reason.  It's always no on all counts, but so far I've gotten $150 in Amazon gift cards.  Finally I can tell the lady I've had Covid.   

Barn cats?

Day before yesterday old Mama Kitty didn't show up.  I went outside several times looking for her, but she never showed.  I assumed she was killed by whatever creature hurt my Blue cat, and he's gone.  

If you did a search for Mama Kitty on my blog, you would find half-a-dozen times I thought she had died.  Once she was gone about a week, and it wasn't to find a lover, because I had neutered her by then.

This morning here she was, with spiderwebs on one ear; maybe she found a safer place to sleep... who knows.  

I don't ever want another inside-outside cat.  But I saw something on Facebook that made me consider a different way to have a cat.  In fact, it's the only way I ever had cats, most of my life.  Barn cats!

Anyone local looking for barn cats? We have 3 available - 1 yellow Tom, 1 cute tabby and white female, and 1 black (male I believe). They are feral and were spayed/neutered yesterday and will be looking for new homes.

Free, but if you'd like to donate something to help continue the efforts of getting the rest of the colony captured/fixed and rehomed it would always be welcome

Will also need homes for a few that are getting done next weekend, if you are interested please let me know.

Cats are located in Odessa (35 min east of KC), but we can arrange a place to meet once they are healed up and ready to go to their new homes. 

Yes, something might hurt them.  They may die.  But I won't be heartbroken if it happens.  You'd be surprised how many barn cats I've lost in my life.  Of course it makes me sad, but life goes on just fine.  A neighbor dog killed one mama kitty, years ago.  We had an older neighbor lady once who fed all the cats that came around, and one of my cats decided to move over there.  

Most of my missing cats just disappeared, and I never knew what happened; so if I would start feeling sad about it, I'd just tell myself somebody probably took it in, or it ran away... and I did a good thing, trying to give it a home. 

If I can get a couple of them to stay, I'll have a replacement or two for Mama Kitty when she dies.  She's 14 years old now, half blind and half deaf.  But she seems to be hanging in there. 

For at least ten years of her life, Mama Kitty went with Cliff and me on our walks in the pasture, and stayed right with us every step.