Evan got here around 10:30 last night, and we discussed some of the things he needs to know, and just generally shot the shit. As you may recall he stays up late and sleeps in a lot, at which he is extremely busy at this moment. I did have to wake him up at 7:17 this morning because he had parked on Lisa’s side of the garage last night and I needed his keys.
“What time is it?”
“7:17.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“You can go back to bed. You don’t have to stay up because I am.”
“Oh. Okay. I think I will for a while.”
“A while” would appear to be somewhere beyond 11:00, since it is almost that now. So, after taking care of the critters and doing a few chores, I sat down to write him a list of please dos, how tos, and whatevers. Maybe you will find it interesting. If not, I’m sorry. It’s just that I don’t like making lists, so mine are a little different.
Hello Evan, sleepy little feller! Trying to think of things to tell you. Most important, aside from the cats, PLEASE take the trash bin and recycle bin out to the curb Wednesday evening. Recycle can is almost full. It’s hard for the trucks to pick them up on the curve, so I take them down in front of the utility boxes and set them on the grass three feet apart.
Anything in the fridge, freezer or pantry you want to tackle is yours. If it’s something you think we might want to replace write it down, but other than that, go for it. If it’s expired, throw it away. Lisa goes “YEW!” at green fuzzy stuff in the fridge and makes me take it out.
Regarding feeders, fill them whenever you get up. Put the metal pans under the front of the squirrel feeders to catch shit they knock out. Two scoops of seed in each feeder, it’s okay if it splashes out, I just toss it in there, and top off bird feeders as necessary. I only use sunflower seed. Hummingbird, nyjer and suet feeders are fine.
I soaked the bungee on top of the seed can with hot sauce and spread what was left in the bowl on top of the lid to keep the coons out. After you feed, wash your hands before you touch your eyes or stick your finger up your nose.
Turtle stuff is in the bottom drawer of fridge, if you want to mess with turtles other than Harold, half a banana, peeled, Harold only gets a 3/4″ long piece, whatever grapes are down there, four or five, and slice them in half, please, so the turtles can get a grip on them. Don’t waste them on Harold. They’ll just shrivel up in his plate.
Please cut the cantaloupe and eat what you want. Cut one section in apprx 1x1x1 chunky size pieces for Harold. He’ll only need 5 or 6 for the week. He only gets one per feeding, and he doesn’t get fed every day. Whenever he eats most of it, I put a little more stuff on there a bit later, but light. You can share with the other turtles if you like. Don’t put too much out there, 3 or 4 chunky pieces max, ’cause sometimes they come and sometimes they don’t. If you don’t like cantaloupe, give ’em more. If they don’t come the coons will eat it later.
Tomato, eat what you want, but please leave some flesh on the stem end for Harold and diagonally cut that into five or six pieces.
Chicken, only give him about a thumbnail size portion or he won’t eat anything else. Same with a pinch of wheat bread.
Cats, if the pan is empty, 2.5 cupfuls of kibble in the blue mixing bowl, one can good shit, stir until mixed. If you set it on the counter Pretty Face, Tiny Terry and Jackson will be trying to help you. I usually let each of them snatch one bite as I’m scooping the good stuff out of the can, and then I pick it up and mix thoroughly as I walk to the sunroom saying, “Stripey Cat, it’s time, come on.” Set the pan wherever you want it out where six cats can get around it.
Treats at your discretion. Very helpful for getting them somewhere you want them if you need to get them out of somewhere you don’t to close the door.
Shake the can gently and say, “Kitties! Do you want treats? Sometimes Tiny Terry and Pretty Face take a little longer to respond. They are laid back.
Please turn off the lights when you go to bed. Dipwad. You can leave the toilet seat up.
Plants should be fine. Gonna water the shit out of them today.
Two bigger, covered litter boxes will be here Monday afternoon, and a big poop sifter scoop. Metal! Tiny Terry and Pretty Face are too damned big (somebody couldn’t get his big ass all of the way in there last night and left me some Tootsie rolls on the floor and the tall end of the sifter), and Jackson is a finicky fuck and scrapes and scrapes and scrapes until he pulls it up over the edge. Pretty Face was taking a crap this morning while Jackson stood parallel with him 69 watching, and Jackson started covering it after the second turd dropped. Like I said, fininicky. Take open ones and one of new ones to garage, put other in the sunroom. We will discuss locations for garage. Will also discuss some ideas I’ve had regarding maybe symplifying maintenance of same.
Pull your car into the garage after we leave. Stays cooler, you won’t get wet if it rains, and “certain neighbors” can’t bitch, though theirs sat out for two or three days recently. Usually that’s not bad and nobody says anything, especially if you have guests. But now? Hell no. Not one more excuse to bitch.
What else. Time for a sip of coffee, which is probably cold now, and a couple off puffs of G.L. Pease Stonehenge. And music. I forget to keep my music going when I’m typing.