Stormy D and names.

Trucks of Art

   This is one super dump truck I ran across for sale.  Yeah I would like to have it, I have no idea why!!

Now:

I really enjoyed the comments on names. You guys can make comments VERY interesting.

Well Mr. Doctor did nothing but talk and look for other places on my head to consider. LOL. I am scheduled for the minor surgery next Monday.

Nothing new on the new house zoning.

The Feral Cat, Stormy D., is still very pregnant. She does allow me to pet her and as I pet her I can feel the little ’puppies’ moving around.  I have offered to be her ‘mid-wife’ but she ain’t buying it.  Every nite I think this is the time. I am giving her some milk and sticking around to make sure so some other cat (or raccoon) doesn’t steal it.

Funny I tried to get her used to an old towel to lie on and she would have no part of it. Tonight I left the basement garage door up and she did venture inside. When I went down to check, she ‘shot out’ of the basement and I felt bad. I apologized as she settled outside under the motor home. I told her I would leave the door up all night.  It is raining and if she is going to drop her litter, I would like for them to be dry.

BUT I admire the ferals. They do the birthing alone. Clean up the newborns and start them nursing.  She is eating very little the last couple days but laps up that milk. I am amazed at the length of that little tongue. The last two nights she has allowed me to pet her for about 30 minutes as she walked back and forth against my legs.

That black cat has me wrapped around her little paw.  I do truly enjoy her, even her independent nature. I fixed her a little maternity ward under one of my wheelbarrows. She found it, I hope she uses it if not the basement.

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