Saturday, July 18, 2020
Gas Stations of History:
For Sunday’s stuff:
Since the loss of Stormy six kitties follow me everywhere. I am continuing to remove the ivy from trees on the property up in the woods. Today all of the crew was there playing within 6-8 feet of me. A couple came as close as 2 ft. to watch me.
I saw something I remember hearing was impossible. I looked over and the prettiest cat (because it is multicolored) had climbed about 8 feet up a small tree and then backed all the way back down. I have heard that cats could climb up a tree but not climb down.
I remember Jean of Opp (recently passed) once cut a tree down to save her cat because it got up there and could not come down.
Anyway it is sorta neat that the kittens seem to look to us as their mama. We were out in the swing and they all came out there. I can grab one, calm it down and pet it, but if I try to reach normally they run. I have held one striped and all three black ones. I know I have held all three black ones because they were all on different steps of the deck, otherwise they look exactly alike and I would not know..
I just noticed three outside on the deck in a pile.
Rick was a dog person. His last blog entry was about ‘Ole Hook’, the deaf Bull. We were dog sitting last week. I took this picture of our grand-dog Janie to show him. Janie, like Ole Hook is a deaf bull dog.