Day Six; Footnotes How It Should Be

Let the cat fights begin…or not.

I brought the dogs inside because they kept barking. They kept barking because the cats were wandering around in their line of sight and hearing. The dogs had not been in the house ten minutes when the sound of a cat fight was very clear just outside the fence. Thankfully the front door was closed so their way out was blocked.  Molly has already forgotten but Bella is watching the door to outside in this room. As long as the cats remain on the outside of the fence, the dogs can’t get to them, but there is no guarantee the cats won’t come into the front yard. I have caught them in the yard after the dogs have come in for the night.

Earlier today I followed my son to drop off his car to have the back window replaced. The place who did the work was on the side of a main road with a pick up parked in a way that made it near impossible to see oncoming traffic. I did manage to get out and get my son back to work. Once I got home I figured it was time.

I carefully removed all of the lights from my bushes and the front of the house. Packed away in the storage box and ready to be moved to the building. I need one more plastic storage box for my wreaths. They are in a cardboard box until I can get to the store. As I was taking the lights down I saw my mother’s car going down the road. She called, turns out she had taken dad to the only grocery store in the nearby small town and managed to find the cereal he wanted. Her main reason for calling was to tell me that a fire that had happened over around Charlotte was because of Christmas lights shorting out and I really needed to take mine down. Which by the time of her call, they were down. It felt kind of good to be one step ahead of her for a change.

Supposedly we have rain headed this way. Behind the rain, are much colder temperatures. I pulled my garden cart out and loaded it down with firewood, making sure to cover the remaining wood with the tarp and securing it in place. I pulled the cart over and managed to get it up onto the porch. Which if you saw the way my front porch is set up you’d know why I’m proud of myself.  I’ve only had enough wood in the wood stove to keep the fire from going out. It was warm enough that I really didn’t need much of a fire. The inside cat liked even the low fire.

Speaking of inside cat..the outside cats are showing more and more curiosity about the inside of the house. Of course the inside cat is having none of that. I have a feeling that one of the outside females may be very pregnant and looking for a good place to have her babies. I’ve tried having a mom and babies inside before, we almost lost Cricket due to the stress of that so we won’t risk that again. Cricket means too much to my son. There are plenty of places for her to have her babies that are safe, under the house should be warm enough as well.

Its been a good day. A lot of things was accomplished and helps me feel as if the day was productive. The icing on the day was being able to have a nice conversation with a friend I haven’t spoken with in a while and catching up with each other. I was able to help my son, my mother was trying to help me. The friend was offering me other suggestions toward my concerns over my blood pressure. I think, no I believe, that is how it should be. That is what we are here for, to help each other. To do as we can to make things easier, better, safer for each other.

Molly…what cats?
Bella on alert

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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