I have various sets of photos edited to put in posts and keep forgetting the actual posting part. As it’s quite late and I need to clean litterboxes before I go to bed, they’ll have to continue to wait, but here are a few standalone cat pics so I don’t entirely forget how to do this.
Apparently the door wasn’t quite as latched as I thought.
I was sitting on the couch about to drink my coffee when I heard bird sounds from the direction of the family room (to which the catio is attached). At first I thought it was a forgotten cat toy recently rediscovered, but the sounds were too loud and varied. I stood up and saw Praline leaping at the wall and realized we had a visitor.
(There would be a picture here of an adorable little bird on the floor near the stairs if I’d thought of it, but my attention was focused on keeping the cats away from it.)
The poor little thing was crouched trembling on the floor, watched by several slightly confused cats. They knew this moving thing was interesting and worth catching (there’d been a similar experience with a small bat, which I don’t remember if I blogged), but had never actually had the opportunity to. Since the bird was petrified, I took a chance and picked it up in my left hand, where it huddled and shook and cheeped but was otherwise still, and yanked the (human-sized) door to the catio open. Vanilla was still out there, but she looked at me with wide eyes and skedaddled.
There’s a mesh door leading to the backyard from the catio, which I intended to go through to release the bird. However, it has latches on both sides, and unfortunately they were both latched at this time. As I discovered this, the bird struggled out of my hand and fluttered to the floor. Spouse had joined me by then and I asked him to go around and unlatch the door from the back. I then put a pillow in front of the cat door, because I’d forgotten that it locks from the inside rather than the side I was on.
After the door was unlatched I found the poor terrified bird and carried it out to the back and put it on a fence post.
It just sat there for a bit and at first I worried that it might be injured, but spouse pointed out that it was, well, terrified and catching its breath. He went back in to properly lock the cat door to the catio, because once the bird recovered, it promptly did this.
Yes. It flew directly to the one-inch mesh and popped through to land on the shelf. Argh. Well, at least we knew it could fly.
I went back into the catio and watched it for a bit. I wasn’t the only one.
It rested for a while. This gave me the opportunity to get a size comparison, though naturally the camera focused on the greenery in the background.
I stroked its soft little back one more time and it cheeped and squeezed through the mesh and flew around the corner of the house. Phew. I wonder if it’s learned anything from this.
With my usual timeliness, this post is about things that happened a month ago. Specifically, the quite heavy rain we got about a week after my February post complaining about the deer eating my heucheras. The deer had nothing on the rain in terms of damage to our five-month-old landscaping.
Being on the lower part of a hillside, there was quite a lot of water running toward our house. The house itself was fine, since it’s largely built over empty space. But the drainage system, which was installed after the ’97-98 El Nino, was not quite able to cope with the mud and debris that washed down along with the water, so the water had to find alternate routes. This was taken the day after the heaviest rain.
Not much compared to actual flooding, I realize, but still distressing when I saw bare mud and water where my heucheras used to be.
I especially liked how my green spice heuchera had turned into a defunct tennis ball. (That one and the other upper picture were taken about a week and a half later, after the water had drained a bit.)
About two weeks after the video was taken (during which it had continued to rain, though not as hard), spouse and I went out and tried to relocate some of the dirt and mud and unearth our stepping stones. And I realized that my plants were just buried, not washed away!
That last one could’ve been a Find the Plant. It was difficult. I found the upper left one, then spouse unearthed the lower one (the chocolate heuchera, seen in the first pic in the above-linked post), and we both worked at the upper right one. Each plant has its own drip irrigation, so we dug for the tube and then followed it to the drip spout.
Also, I should mention that we had help. Sort of.
The exhumed heucheras are doing well and I’ll put pictures of them and other plants in another post. But in order to have an actual animal photo in this post, I’ll add the deer that we saw a few days later.
Warm lap AND sunlight. What more could any kitty want?
It’s a really beautiful day today, and spouse pried open the human-sized door to the catio. (It’s been sticking since winter.) Instant swarm of cats who had apparently never figured out the cat-sized door that’s been there since fall.
I do a few of them an injustice; Praline, Rhombus, and Quot had all gone out a few times. But they might not have realized how much the weather had changed.