The Usual Chaos

 Just the usual chaos here yesterday.

I drove Mister Calm, from the trailer park, to the Salem clinic.   I had two spots but the teacher after a girl in her yard didn't catch her, or even see her.   It was pouring rain violently at times.  Yes, violent rain.  I think that should be a song.

Normal cats are nowhere to be found in that kind of weather.   

So I only took up Mister Calm, who had been trapped Monday by his feeder.

I'm about to return Mister Calm.   In a few minutes.  I'm having starting issues this morning.  Not my car---me!  This weather we've been having is sleep inducing.   I'm not kidding.   Why go out at all, I think to myself.  Wet and cold.  Windy.  Just plain icky.

Fat Boy who has been in the recovery cage since Tuesday afternoon has been eating up a storm.

Then came last night.  I watched Survivor, one of my guilty pleasures and this season, the winter season, cbs comes in on the antenna atop the house.  The fall season I miss because cbs doesn't come in off the antenna in the fall.   I don't know why.

Then I go out, to the garage, to take out the garbage.   First thing I see is the backside of Fat Boy.  He's out of the cage and heading for the far corner of the garage.  Great.  He's powerful enough to escape anything I put him in, I realize.   

He was not hard to catch, but I did have to crawl under the workbench at the far corner to get him.

He'd had a good old time while running around.  He'd eaten any food left out, for one thing.   He has an endless appetite.

My cats aren't happy he's here.   Could be a long ten more days.   Maybe we'll cut his recovery time to a week even.   I don't know.  Chaos is pretty common dealing with cats and cat caretakers.