Moon Over Forest
So, what happened to my most recent post Spanish Nocturne? I didn't like it so I removed it.
But I want to thank Rita and Angela for their kind comments.
Boring, boring days.
I'm starting to bore myself lately, which is a bad situation since I'm usually my own best company. When I talk to myself I start yawning and yearning to change the subject.
My problems are mounting and my incentive for attempting to conquer them is diminishing. I have no motivation or energy. All I really want to do is hibernate.....and forget.
The weather warmed up for a few blessed days and then the rains came.
Now the cold is returning - intensifying the dampness, solidifying the mud...
No excitement around here. Except for the sporadic sound of gunfire from the hunters - which is often a little too close for comfort.
Scruffy caused some excitement a few days ago. It was early evening and I opened the back door for a moment. She ran out and subsequently disappeared.
Soft hearted sap that I am, I stayed up all night - frequently going outside to look for her.
Yelling "SCRUFFY!!!!" so loud that it continuously echoed through the trees.
Leaving the front and back porch lights on as a beacon for the incentive of her return.
Imagining all the horrible things with which she could have met her fate:
wild animals
serious injury
lost forever in the tangled, unforgiving forest.
Several hours after sunrise - when my tears were spent and all hope was lost -
I heard faint, miserable meows coming from under the back porch.
I removed one of the panels that I use for skirting....and out came Scruffy. She was under the house all night!
It was a joyous reunion.
That's not the first time she got under the house. It's happened several times before. I carefully fixed every crack and crevice but she still manages to get under there. I can't figure it out.
Despite my boring existence, there's never a dull moment with three cats.
Late afternoon sunlight on the trees
Glad Scruffy is okay. Cats can hunker down under the smallest places. Our cats get under a door where I wouldn't think a snake could crawl.
ReplyDeleteI'm always amazed at the tight places that cats can squeeze into. The problem is, they can't always get out!
DeleteSo glad Scruffy returned!!
ReplyDeleteI am feeling a bit blah over here. Sick and tired of feeling sick and tired. This flu or whatever this unwelcome guest is doesn't really want to leave once it has moved in. I'm not bad sick, but not well enough to get much of anything done, either, because I have zero energy. This too shall pass, right?
I hope things look up for you, my friend. :)
I know so many people who have the flu this season and all of them said that it never seems to go away. Recovery is really slow. Take care and keep resting. And, if at all possible, don't go out!
Delete(it just snowed here again about an hour ago).
I was wondering what happened to your other post?! I thought I had to much gin. I will agree with you....for saying your life is humdrum....you have a lot of excitement around there. If we think this is excitement....we must be getting old. I have been staying in myself, conserving energy for the spring summer season. Like clock work, I tend to be hermit like in the winter and can lose interests in things and I purposely keep my calendar clear.....but it is my time to regroup and relax plenty. So glad too, that Scruffy is back. I loved your comment followed by the adorable picture of Scruffy for the dramatic effect. lol!!!! It worked.
ReplyDeleteFirst of all, there's no such thing as "too much gin".
DeleteI seem to lose all motivation in the winter months. All I want to do is hibernate until it's over.
It's frightening to think that my idea of "excitement" is making the drive into town to shop at Walmart. I must be getting DAMN old.
And, yes, I did use the photo of Scruffy for dramatic effect. I'm desperately grasping at straws....
Glad you found Scruffy, it is really scary when you lose your pet.
ReplyDeleteScruffy is the most delicate cat out of my trio of felines. If she ever got lost in the woods she probably wouldn't last long.
DeleteI'm sorry for having missed your earlier post, Jon. (Weekend gone awry here ...) Misplacing either of my fur-brats is my worst fear, so I can totally empathize with your angst. Thank goodness you're not 3/4 deaf like my husband, or you'd have never heard her cries.
ReplyDeletePS - I'm hanging on your weather reports like a starving soul. Stupid, stupid Phoenix temps are already in the 80's. I can't wait to bid this place goodbye.
If any of my fur-brats got lost in the woods here I'd never forgive myself. It's definitely not a place for the faint of heart....or small innocent pets (well, my cats aren't exactly innocent...).
DeleteI'm so glad that you will finally be getting away from the heat. Now you can look forward to rain and perpetual dampness (don't panic, that was merely a feeble attempt to be funny).
You'll be encouraged to know that it just snowed here about an hour ago and it looks really lovely.
Dear Jon, we listened to your Spanish Nocturne here and were in awe of it. You are an accomplished composer and musician. Scruffy however, despite her hypnotic gaze and outward gestures of feline self-posession, is a crazy-quilt of cat-colors and oddly combined genetics that make her, well, crazy and odd (I know, my own ethnicity is French-Portuguese!) I am glad you rescued her, but wish you could restore Spanish Nocturne even though the two things may not be strictly connected. Beautiful photos!
ReplyDeleteYour very kind words about "Spanish Nocturne"have inspired me to perhaps maybe re-post it. My main concern was that it is too long and I figured most people wouldn't like it. Also, the audio quality is really lousy.
DeleteI'll think about posting it again.
I had Scruffy since the day she was born - - only I thought SHE was a HE. My cousin Nancy informed me that Scruffy was a female.
Scruffy's mother was a calico and her father was a huge coal-black cat.
Scruffy and Bosco had the same father but different mothers.
Fortunately I didn't delete the "Spanish Nocturne" post. I only reverted it to a draft.
Deletethank goodness scruffy is safe and sound. lots of trouble a kitty can get into alone in the wilderness. i went to read your last post but got scared when blogger said you didn't exist. glad to see you back.
ReplyDeleteThis is definitely a hostile environment for timid kitties. I was extremely upset when Scruffy vanished. I'm glad she didn't go far!
DeleteThere are times when I feel like I don't exist.....
Once again my fingers have made my comment disappear before completing it...
DeleteYou might want to try a SAD light. I find it helps, even though I may not use it for the recommended duration or keep it at the proper distance. I turn it on while I'm getting ready in the morning and I do think even those few minutes make a difference.
Glad Scruffy is back. I panic when any of my pets disappear. Fortunately, I've always managed to find them.
Depression seems to be prevalent during these somber winter months. A SAD light might be beneficial. I think a SAD light - along with a million dollars would help even more (*smile inserted here).
ReplyDeleteScruffy has an uncanny way of disappearing quickly. I always panic immediately because this is the worst possible place for a pet to be lost - especially at night.
I sometimes let my cats out on the back porch for a short amount of time (on nice days) but I always carefully supervise them.
Jon, I am so happy that you finally found Scruffy safe and sound! I know the agony of trying to find a lost pet (I lost Tina forever when I was still in my teens) and she really was the only dog I ever bonded with in a strong way. I still don't know what happened to her.
ReplyDeleteBut I recall searching for her in the park for hours during a very cold winter in Chicago. She never was found. I learned early on that loving a person or pet with all your heart is not enough: The world is a very dangerous place. So glad your story had a happy ending. Give Scruffy a big hug for me. You know how fond I am of cats :-)
Dylan, I remember your heart-breaking story of Tina. I can only hope that somehow she was rescued and found a loving home. You're so right about the world being a dangerous place...
DeleteIt takes a very special, sensitive person to bond closely with a pet. I have strong feelings about this.
When I lived in Texas my neighbor moved and abandoned over a dozen cats. I took care of them (despite the fact that I was completely broke) and eventually there were over twenty cats. The situation was a complete nightmare but I loved every one of them.
That's how I got Scruffy and Bosco. They were two of the sickest kittens. I eventually found homes for most of the cats before I moved.
I'm glad Scruffy made it safely back to you. Cats have a way of "disappearing" when they want to, and if they don't wanta be found, they're not gonna be found. Our two never go outside, but they have some fabulous hiding places right here in the house. Where those places are, I don't know, but they're GOOD!
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