Last night I was lying in bed trying to finish a book. I kept hearing a dog barking on and off. Sounded like a big dog barking.
It was pouring rain. Was the dog outside?
I turned my sound machine to high, but Charlie was still reacting to the barking, and it had gone on for hours.
I got up, put on my sweater, and headed out into the pouring rain. First time I’ve been out at night in ages.
I walked all the way to the end of the four-plex, around the middle where the dumpster is, then headed up the sidewalk to the four-plex around the other side.
I knocked on the third door down, as I saw a light was on. A woman came to the door and said she’d just gotten in and didn’t have a dog.
I didn’t know the guy at the very end had moved out. But I had seen some young guys moving a table and chairs out of a pick up earlier when I’d taken out my trash. So I knocked on the end door.
The same young man I’d seen earlier came to the door. Mind you, he and whoever else lives there had just moved in hours before and they were already causing me trouble. I saw a table set up right inside the door with young people seated around it.
I asked him if he had a dog. He kind of hesitated and then said yes. I asked him if it was outside. I told him I had been listening to it bark for hours.
He mumbled something about the dog jumping up on furniture or people indoors. But said he’d bring it in. “Please do,” I said and turned around and left.
I wish I’d thought to chastise him for leaving a dog out in the rain, but I was wet and cold. And surprised that someone new had moved in behind me.
I was angry. The man behind me who had lived here longer than I have had apparently moved out and in had come whoever lives there, with a big loud dog.
Believe me I will be calling the manager first thing in the morning. Not that I can do much but be a pain in the ass about it. But I’m pretty good at that when I’m motivated and an animal is involved.
Had I known the dog was outside in the pouring rain, I’d have been over there earlier. I don’t give a tinker’s you-know-what who or what the dog is jumping on inside.
You DO NOT leave a dog out in the pouring rain. Much less the cold. And if you do and I know about it I will be hassling you.
This kid better get accustomed to the fact that he will be seeing my face on a more regular basis if there’s going to be a lot of noise over there.
I know you’re supposed to let the management handle this type of thing, but the dog was barking and outside in the rain. I sure wasn’t waiting till Monday.
Anyway, I got back home and was mad as an old wet hen, which I seem to remember one of my grannies saying.
I take care of my pets. I know there are people who do not. And this makes me very sad.
I wasn’t planning to go out today. I don’t like to go out much on weekends. But I’m having to wear a wrist brace on my right hand to type, and it’s about worn out. Guess I might have to go get another one and put this one on my left hand.
I can’t figure out how to stop this pain in my neck, shoulder and down my arms. But I’m just not keen on steroid injections in my neck. So I guess I’ll just put up with it. It’s now been like this for 11 months.
As for Charlie, he seems a bit better. He was coughing some last night and this morning, but hopefully the meds will kick in soon.
Here he is with his favorite little red blanket on the pet bed.
Ivy is sitting at the patio door looking out.
Speaking of Ivy, she came down the hall yesterday with this…
I keep these grocery sacks in the closet for when I clean out the litter box each day.
She has never gotten into them before.
But I’ve learned that you never say never where a cat is concerned.
I was watching her for a bit just to see what she’d do, hoping she’d find it awkward and leave the plastic sacks alone next time. I took it off of her and put it back in the closet where it belongs.
In the night I heard Ivy eating. I knew her bowl on the table was pretty much empty when I went to sleep. That cat will eat and eat, so I didn’t fill it before bed.
I found her in the kitchen eating Charlie’s prescription food.
It still constantly amazes me what a cat/kitten will do.
Ivy will find a tiny piece of paper under something and scoot it along the floor and then suddenly jump in the air for no reason I can see. Then she might dance around it like an Indian at a pow-wow, and then run pell-mell down the hall away from it.
It’s like she sees something that is invisible to my eyes.
Do they continue doing this once they’re adults? Not that I mind. It is entertaining. But bewitching. I just don’t recall my other cats being like this.
Ivy is into everything. Give her an inch and she’ll stretch it into a mile. She’s about figured out that door knobs open doors and stretches herself out to reach them.
What on earth am I going to do if she figures out how to open the doors to the other closet and gets in there and upends everything I’ve recently and very carefully organized?
It is now my only closet and I had to fit everything in there to give her and her litter box the other closet.
She’s already figured out how to open the little yellow pantry door. She reaches up and puts her front claws into the wire that is inserted between the wood and swings on it till it opens. I guess I’ll have to figure out how to put a fastener on there.
Just now she has gotten into my pen jar next to where I sit. She jumped to the floor and I see she got a business card I had pushed down in there. If I don’t get to it soon, it will be shredded or taken to parts unknown. And it has the email address of a woman who works at the vet’s office that I want to keep.
She has taken it behind the curtain on the patio doors, which is where she hides sometimes with something she’s found. Like I can’t hear her there with it.
Now Charlie is curious about the sounds she’s making wadding it up and he’s over there checking it out.
I just now went to brush my teeth. I saw her playing on her cat tree in the bedroom. By the time I got back to the living room she had located two pieces of paper I need and thought she couldn’t get to and dragged them underneath the sewing machine table.
Which meant I had to move everything to get to them and hide them all over again.
What I would give to know if there is any rhyme or reason to her actions, or if Ivy just acts on a whim.
Well, now she’s climbing the living room window and Charlie is all excited and perched on the couch arm and barking.
Never a dull moment around here these days, that’s for sure.