Yesterday E gave me some perfectly ripe local heirloom tomatoes and fresh basil from her garden, as well as perfectly ripe Alabama peaches. I happened to have a perfectly ripe avocado at home. Dinner, instantly! Or as soon as I could slice and dice and peel.
Tonight el V's doing the last of the vocal recording sessions. Now, to mix! MB's preparing a feast of shrimp and boudine sausage stew and I know not what else, othet than corn on the cob and steamed broccoli. Some friends are coming by. It's going to be a sing-along!
Overcast today, so even though it's very humid and 92 it feels less hot. The stink of oil was prevelant this morning too, though not necessarily from the BP Blowout. Since there's no light the city looks dismal and sulky today, just like Kitty Kat.
Thunder cracker woke us about 7 AM. Mz M KK EofU flipped every which way and inside out. Twitchy to start with, certain that we've got TR hidden away somewhere, that was the last straw. She began screaming. Which woke up el V, whereas the thunder cracker did not, so he's mighty PO-ed, as this is a long day and night ahead. He went back to sleep. I got up to try and soothe her. Maybe she's a somewhat autistic feline? She doesn't 'play' in the way other cats do; perhaps she doesn't know how to? Made tea and fixed her food. But she was so cranky. She wanted wanted wanted ... what? To be petted, but something else too, but what?
Yesterday afternoon and night she got very vocal and demanding, but what was she demanding? I think she wants attention but then she goes and hides in a corner, which effectively ends any interaction, silly cat. She wants to be chased, but chased just so, and then runs into her hidey holes and thus the chase ends, and then she sulks.
She also wants me downstairs, not upstairs, where I like to work at the New Thing, listen to WWOZ, or watch the local evening news. Not that she'll sit next to me when I am downstairs. No, I'm supposed to squat on the floor or the stairs and stroke her. Weird little kitty. I feel sad for her. Particularly today, as I'm going to be in the studio for the afternoon and into the night, so she'll be alone. There are more thunder crackers for today, tonight and tomorrow, poor thing.
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Kitty sounds like a very old kitty. I had one much like her who exhibited more odd behavior with every passing year. She loved to mess with my head. And I loved to point out to her that she had a very small brain!
KK is about 6 years old.
She was a rescue kitten; as best TR can determine she was about 6 months when he brought her home about 5 and half years ago.
So he'd had her less than a half year before she was left behind when he evacuated for Katrina, assuming he'd be gone three days at most. It was weeks before he could get back long enough to rescue her again. When he came back permanently as soon as residents were allowed to, he brought her with him to guard his house, clean it, repair it. They lived together in a dark, dangerous, powerless city for weeks before there was electricity again.
She gets particularly anxious at this time of the year. The trauma was so great for her, she's got it imprinted. Considering all that, she's remarkably healthy.
Love, C.
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