Alone Time Is Severely Lacking!

 The rain has eased up, and only scattered showers are falling after the sun goes down. Despite that, I can't seem to escape this house. I try to simply walk outside when he is occupied with something. That something is his phone. If this technology had been available when he was a very young man, I doubt seriously he would have done anything!

Still working on my dwarf garden. I went out this morning to gather the long dead stems from my daylilies that have stopped blooming. They will make a great thatch roof to go over one of the "doors" into the giant oak tree. I barely had a handful when my phone rang summoning me back to do The Patient's bidding. He was hungry. To convince someone that he was extra needy, he had that strange grimace on his face. I wanted to fetch a mirror for him, since he obviously needs practice to make it look real.

Whatever, I popped a frozen sausage biscuit in the microwave and decided I would not get anything done unless I was inside today. I mowed everything two days ago and was plagued with "what are you doing" calls from within the confines of the house.

I started making tea for The Patient and realized that I needed to bring all the bottles of water in. Three gallons of water is heavy. Easier to handle than the 5-gallon variety, but still heavy. I made the mistake of grabbing the gallon of tea from the fridge with my right hand and discovered the hand does not work well since the surgery. One of the 3-gallon bottles was sort of stuck and as I attempted to move it, I caught my right hand between the bottle and the back of the front seat of the truck.

That smarted! The bump immediately popped back up, and it is still throbbing. I slathered it with magnesium cream and finished the task at hand. I will be making cookie dough today. A giant batch, half oatmeal-raisin, half oatmeal-chocolate chip. I plan to roll it into balls and flash freeze them, then bag them up so that I can cook just one pan at a time. Otherwise, I will be grabbing one every time I pass through the kitchen.

The kittens are growing quickly. The mama cats are still nursing them, and they will nurse each other's kittens. Kevin is bigger that the mama cats now and has his favorite playmates. The smallest solid black kitten is not one of the chosen ones. I brought her inside to sit with The Patient, and he let her jump down to be terrorized by the canine crew. Why? I don't know.

The Patient is quite cognizant of the undercurrent of communication between the feline camp and the canine camp. Black kitty (her tentative name is Michelle, while the bigger black kitty is male and named Barack) escaped to the underside of my bed. No matter what I did to lure her out. So, poor little Michelle spent the night under my bed, periodically crying out. I have storage drawers under the bed, and she chose to sit atop one of them. The dogs couldn't get her, but neither could I. I had hoped that Kevin would help me, but he hissed and spit at her! I had to bring Ginger (Kevin's best buddy) in to help lure her out and I finally caught her by her tail.

She was so scared that she peed herself! On me, of course. So much pee came out of her tiny self, she must have held it all night! Just for that she has become my favorite. Such a polite house guest. Mama cat, Lucy, was so happy to see that her kitten had not been taken away by a creature of the night.

I wondered aloud to Lucy about the possibility of having the cats tend to The Patient. She walked away to join the others, and they all turned to look at me like my request was not reasonable!