Month: May 2018
Man am I late with this one. I am writing this on Saturday. Usually, I don’t know what I want to write about, but this time I knew. I just never got around to writing it down. I have a trick though. I am going to backdate this post to Tuesday so no-one will know I wrote it 5 days late. Just gotta remember to remove this statement.
Over the weekend I went to my Mom’s house. She has inherited my grandparents dog bud. Pictured above. Bud is a wonderful friendly dog. He loves everyone. I meets a person “I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE!” he meets another person “I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE!” I made him very happy. I took him for several walks. He loves walks. For me, it was more of a force double-time march. He just goes. He doesn’t run but he takes off as fast as he can go, and you better keep up. At night he slept in the bed with me. He never left. If I woke up and rolled over. He adjust himself and curl up into another ball. He didn’t get up till I did. When I left I had to trick him into thinking I was going out the front door as a snuck out the side door.
The second dog I made happy has been mentioned on this blog before. I visited my friend and her dog, Mazie. I keep expecting Mazie to forget who I am since my visits are so far apart. Boy does she remember me. Every visit is met with an astounding amount of exuberance She whines. She jumps. She excitement piddles. Of course, she acts this same way if she hasn’t seen you for over five minutes. She also has this cute habit of laying so she can touch both of us at the same time.
It was early in the morning and I was lying in bed sleeping. Jobu hopped on the bed and we snuggled and I petted him. Then Jobu’s new friend purple long cat also jumped on the bed and I petted him. Purple long cat was skinny, bright purple and about three feet long not counting his tail. I was talking to Jobu and wondering why he didn’t invite purple long cat over more often. I then woke up and lay there thinking what the #$@#$ is purple long cat.
The spring I had been so cold that I hadn’t got a chance to plant my balcony garden yet. Well with Winter having gone directly to summer I finally had the sun time and weather to get in some stuff. My tomato plants have been terrible the last few years, so this year I just planted one and it is a patio variety that should grow well in a pot. I got some peppers and then the rest is herbs. Mostly basil so I can make pesto.
In our last installment, the mighty hunter became a mighty hunter and finally killed a living thing. Mr. Mouse was not alone. He had a friend. A couple of days later Jobu was again on the hunt. Jobu had chased the mouse so it was under and behind the subwoofer. I could look behind and see the cute little guy. Jobu patiently stalked his prey. He lay in wait watching the subwoofer. Once in a while he would go up to and poke a paw at it. But the mouse stayed safe. I decided to give the mighty hunter a bit of help. I grabbed a broom and poke and jabbed a the mouse. It took off but it didn’t run out to Jobu. It shot out the side and then froze. I started pointing at it and screaming “JOBU JOBU THE MOUSE THE MOUSE! He looked at me with an expression of “what your finger?” NO THE MOUSE IS RIGHT THERE!!! He just stared confused at my finger I grabbed his head and aimed him right at the mouse. MOUSY!! He wriggled free and went back to stalking the now empty subwoofer. Dude stop bothering me I am trying to catch a mouse here. The mouse regained its senes and scurried off away to hide. A day or so later he finally did get the mouse and presented it to me as a present.
I have a few traps out now were Jobu can’t get but they haven’t gotten anything. Maybe the mice have moved on to less cat infested areas.
I woke up on Monday morning to a surprise. After 15 years of life Jobu, an old arthritic Jobu, had fulfilled his catly purpose. Laying on the floor by my bed was a dead mouse. Jobu had finally murdered something bigger than a fly. Yes, he had gotten the occasional bug but until that evening he had never slaughtered another mammal. I had vague memories of hearing him running around at night but I just thought it was the zoomies. I took a picture of the victim but will spare you the sight.
I was so proud I gave him extra love squishes and treats.