I Am Almost Always Right!

 Thanksgiving was a long day, too much food and laughing so hard too many times. Fun doesn't begin to describe it. I will be leaving here with the two turkey carcasses and a ham!

I made apple and pecan pies, 2 of each and one of each remain untouched! There were two pistachio pies from Carolyn, my daughter's bestie. No one left hungry!

The temperature dropped last night, and I am thankful I tossed a jacket in the RV for "just in case". We went to my grandson's house this morning, then out to lunch, and now I am resting. Eddie doesn't want me out of his sight or touch. He smells the Frenchies on me. I doubt that bothers him as much as smelling Max, the older dog my daughter has, He knows I love Max. Max is always happy to see me, though gone are the days he would leap up into my arms. We are both too old.

Bowie was in the midst of all the people yesterday. Watchful for someone to drop a morsel here and there. I saw him occasionally look at his bed in his kennel as the evening approached. He wanted to take a nap but was afraid he might miss something.

Carolyn's brother was here, and I had not seen him since we lived here, and he was just a pre-teen. He brought all the loud talking and laughter with some jalapeño poppers. When he found out my dogs were in the RV, he raced outside to see my babies. Toni likes to meet new people and was happy to be petted. Bo was happy, too. He enjoyed the fuss being made over him, in between trying to escape to the great outdoors.

My Eddie was having none of it. Paul wanted to pet him so bad, but Eddie would back away and then look for me. He just wants to go home and play with his kittens!

The cat whisperer worried about the feral cats eating in his absence. Last time we took a trip, he fashioned a self-feeder for them. We used two 5-gallon buckets. Put a big hole in the bottom of one and place it in the other bucket that has a smaller opening in the side. The idea being that the feed would be gravity fed as the cats ate. I voiced my opinion that these cats were scavengers and would simply eat until there was no food left. Scavengers eat what they find, and they eat it all not knowing where the next meal will come from. Turns out I was right. That should come as no surprise.

A package came last week, and he announced that his deer feeder had arrived. No discussion with me about how it would work. He hung it on my portable clothes hanging device that I keep on the back porch to hang items I don't want in the dryer. I find it very useful almost every day. No matter how useful I found it, he commandeered my clothes hanging apparatus and it is currently in the carport dispensing cat food.

In case you are unfamiliar with a deer feeder, it can bet set to dispense food for a set period of time and set to pour the food out every 24 hours, or whatever you decide. First issue was the dispenser itself is designed to scatter the food pellets in a pretty wide range. To keep the food together and falling into the trough the cats eat out of he formed a funnel ....... out of cardboard.

Despite being under a roof, the air will still be very damp in the event of rain, and I see the cardboard either falling apart, or being clawed apart. Then our resident feral cats will be jumping and clawing at the feeder until they manage to knock it down and find a way to get the food out. The cat whisperer thinks I am wrong. After all, the deer will not do that but just eat the food as they find it. 

I am of the opinion that cats are more resourceful that deer. They are not nearly as skittish as deer and can't defend themselves as well as cats can. Any of you can place bets as to who is right. The inside tip? I am most always right!