It’s been an interesting week here in the hollow.
One of the cats has taken to knocking down the litter scoop and leaving deposits on the handle. I can’t even imagine the reason for this. We think we have solved the problem by tucking the litter scoop inside an empty, kitty litter bag. I really hope kitty doesn’t become more creative.
My daughter got married this week. At night this house sounds like a morgue.
Our credit card account got hacked. Someone changed our passwords, security questions, and address, then charged over two thousand dollars at two online sites. Because my husband checks our accounts often, he caught it quickly. We straightened things out, changed everything, and put a “Fraud Alert!” on our account. Would you believe that the hacker had the gall to call the credit card company, pretend to be a business, and ask for our new information? I can’t believe these people.
The outside cat, Skitty, has become outrageously fat. She has always been a little portly, and she is an excellent eater, but lately people keep telling me that my cat is pregnant. I am in denial. We have Skitty on the list of cats to be fixed for the sake of her health, but she hasn’t had kittens for a long, long time. She looks like a basketball with feet. We now have five cats in the house (counting the two young kittens) and two cats outdoors. I don’t want any more kittens. I’m too old for this. She’s just fat. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Mother’s house is in the process of being sold. Because it is one hundred and eighteen years old, we specified that it would be sold “as is.” The buyer sent back a list of things that they wanted done. The most notable was “Repairs need done to hot water heater. Pilot won’t light when gas is off.” This leads me to two conclusions. “As is” doesn’t mean what we thought it did, and some company must sell “gas” hot water heaters that don’t require “gas” to light the pilot. I wish someone would tell me where to get one of these energy-efficient models.
A new cat has been spending time on my porch. I have been attempting to get a photo, but she hasn’t been cooperating, and I must admit that in spite of the fact that she is small and incredibly beautiful, I’m a little afraid of her. If I can remember where I put the game cam, I’ll set it up in an effort to get a better photo. Or perhaps I can just lure her closer with a little cat food…. Here kitty, kitty…