Moving Along

Yard flowers.  My camera did not want to focus tonight.

The Catnip is thriving, certainly.

Not a large to be cherry crop, but there will be plenty.

Zeva watches me.  She is owned on another block.

Funny Face, whom I've trapped twice for treatment of bad teeth and fleas, still makes his spray marking rounds, even though he was fixed years ago.  He too has a home, but they don't seem to take care of him.  He's often crawling in fleas.

Three or four times this week, beginning last Sunday, I have helped a friend move.  She lives in a second floor apartment and is moving into a mobile home that she now owns.  I volunteered to help.  I need the exercise.

Last Sunday I probably went up and down those stairs a million times.  Yes, I am exaggerating.

It's good for me, like the gym membership I don't have.

By Monday, my left knee locked up, something pulled tight and painful in the back of my knee and that runs down into my calf.  A tendon, ligament, muscle, I don't know.  I could barely walk.  But with rest and Aleve, it unlocked and soon I was at it again, feeling both knees gain in strength each time.  Of course, that is likely my imagination.

Today I had to take Aleve to even be able to go haul more boxes down those stairs.  But that's O.K.  The move is almost done.  I do not envy those who must move.  It is hell.  I've moved many many times in my life.

My electric bill this month was the lowest its ever been here.  I was so happy when I opened it and saw the amount.  Reprieve for this month, at least, from the cliff's edge I live upon financially.

I live in the dark, with the lights off most of the time.  I try to take a shower only every other day, or make them really short.  I do the best I can to reduce expenses here.  But mostly the reduction is due to our very mild weather of late.

Old Vision seems to be failing, not eating as much, having some slowness walking.  But she still jumps around.  She is officially 21 years old next month although I don't know her exact birthday.

She likes to be held and petted and brushed and made over and I do that as much as I can.  She follows me around like a puppy too.  I just love her, but I know I won't have her around much longer.

She does not go up on the high cat runs any longer, from which she fell last August and injured that eye.  She remains ground level or, at the least, on the cat bed contraption at the front window.  She likes sleeping in the beds there and watching the birds flick by.

Stiletto!

There is great relief here, as the cats, one by one, receive needed dental care.  There is less mouth pain, which makes everyone relax and enjoy life.

Soloman, now 9 years old, takes a snooze.

Arrow, now, at two years old, the youngest cat here.  He's from Rosy's clan and they were about the same age.

I've added more cat runs in the cat yard so the cats can watch the birds and boy do they enjoy that.  Mona Lisa stares back at me, with Forest in the background, also on a cat run.  Happy Memorial Day weekend, everyone.