Really Maurice? Do you think that stalking birds at the feeder is a good idea?
Okay. So now I'm watching her as she is staring at a male cardinal on the feeder. Since that tray is about seven feet in the air, I don't think Maurice can leap up and snatch the bird. Hope may spring eternal but cats can't spring that high. I'm glad the cat is outside getting some fresh air and possible exercise. She was on our bed from around ten o'clock last night to early afternoon when I shooed her off the bed so that I could finally make it. She's taken to settling in on Mr. Moon's pillows to claim the bed as hers before Jack gets on it. She sleeps on the pillows until she Mr. Moon comes to bed and then she moves down to sleep next to or on me where she growls and snarls every time I try to move.
I hauled all of the rugs to the washer and mopped up the water as best I could with towels and changed my nightgown and then proceeded into the Glen Den where I gave Mr. Moon a small lecture on not leaving the shower attachment on when he leaves the bath and he apologized profusely and asked me to please just let him start his baths.
I most certainly will.
None of this was nearly as strenuous as it sounds. The most difficult thing I did all day was to distribute three bags of leaf mulch in the garden and that was only hard because the bags were very heavy from rain getting in to saturate the leaves and the bags were old and they tore.
It isn't easy being me.
I also weeded a little which in my case involves kneeling and pulling and scooting about via knee-walking.