Not a total loss
9 February 2009 21:33![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maystoneI tried one last time to recharge the battery in my Mazda. Nope. Nuh-uh. Nuthin'. Either the battery charger just doesn't have the juice to charge a completely dead battery or else the battery itself is FUBAR. It's going to have to be towed when we finally get it fixed.
At least I got outside for a bit. I'm still not feeling well, although most of the dizziness has gone, so that's some improvement. Anyway, I spent some time hooking up the battery and charger, and then later I went out with Dar to put the herd inside for the night. OMG, the crias are insane! Ripley has this little routine where, if you bend your head down to her level, she'll sniff you, then nuzzle your face. Then you scratch her back. Then she completely squees out, stands up to give you a hug, backs off, jumps up and twists herself around, then proceeds to romp and jump on the other alpacas and generally make a pain in the ass of herself. It's completely adorable. Today, because the weather was so nice and so much of the snow had melted, she got herself and Suki revved up, and the two of them raced back and forth and back and forth and back and forth. Poor Valentino was in the side paddock whimpering because he's still a cria at heart, and he wanted so much to be racing out there with them. It took a while for the girls to wear themselves out, and in the meantime Ripley's mom (Cinnamon Girl) was having conniptions, because the Ripper looked like she was going to go roaring through the fence line every. single. time. But those little girls are agile, let me tell you.
Because the weather has finally become more agreeable, the cats have been outside more, too. I had shoveled a small portion of the deck right outside the sliding glass door so they had someplace to hang out. The railing is all free of snow now, so they get to ramble along that. Mostly, though, the snow is still too high around the rest of the deck for the cats to get over to the stairs and down into the yard. And yet . . . Every night around 10PM I get out the bag of cat treats (known around these parts as "crunchies") and give the kitties their evening snack. This is also used to lure a half dozen cats out of my room and off of my bed so I can get some sleep. Last night they're all gathered around when I notice that Mao isn't among them. And I haven't seen him since around noon. I check in his usual haunts. No Mao. I step out onto the porch and call his name - and I hear the most mournful meowing coming from somewhere down on the ground. Mao! Somehow he ended up down there for hours, huddled against the window outside Q's bedroom. Except Q is in Malaysia, so there's no way she was going to hear him. I think he might have fallen off of the railing. I'm rambling, sorry. Anyway, I rushed out to get him, poor little boy. He was very hungry but otherwise OK. And I spent the rest of the night and a good part of the day feeling very guilty. All of these cats need GPS chips, I swear.
See, this is what happens when you have no life. Crazy cat person. And now it's time to "crunch" the kitties. Excitement! In the TV movie of my life, I will be played by a bean bag.
At least I got outside for a bit. I'm still not feeling well, although most of the dizziness has gone, so that's some improvement. Anyway, I spent some time hooking up the battery and charger, and then later I went out with Dar to put the herd inside for the night. OMG, the crias are insane! Ripley has this little routine where, if you bend your head down to her level, she'll sniff you, then nuzzle your face. Then you scratch her back. Then she completely squees out, stands up to give you a hug, backs off, jumps up and twists herself around, then proceeds to romp and jump on the other alpacas and generally make a pain in the ass of herself. It's completely adorable. Today, because the weather was so nice and so much of the snow had melted, she got herself and Suki revved up, and the two of them raced back and forth and back and forth and back and forth. Poor Valentino was in the side paddock whimpering because he's still a cria at heart, and he wanted so much to be racing out there with them. It took a while for the girls to wear themselves out, and in the meantime Ripley's mom (Cinnamon Girl) was having conniptions, because the Ripper looked like she was going to go roaring through the fence line every. single. time. But those little girls are agile, let me tell you.
Because the weather has finally become more agreeable, the cats have been outside more, too. I had shoveled a small portion of the deck right outside the sliding glass door so they had someplace to hang out. The railing is all free of snow now, so they get to ramble along that. Mostly, though, the snow is still too high around the rest of the deck for the cats to get over to the stairs and down into the yard. And yet . . . Every night around 10PM I get out the bag of cat treats (known around these parts as "crunchies") and give the kitties their evening snack. This is also used to lure a half dozen cats out of my room and off of my bed so I can get some sleep. Last night they're all gathered around when I notice that Mao isn't among them. And I haven't seen him since around noon. I check in his usual haunts. No Mao. I step out onto the porch and call his name - and I hear the most mournful meowing coming from somewhere down on the ground. Mao! Somehow he ended up down there for hours, huddled against the window outside Q's bedroom. Except Q is in Malaysia, so there's no way she was going to hear him. I think he might have fallen off of the railing. I'm rambling, sorry. Anyway, I rushed out to get him, poor little boy. He was very hungry but otherwise OK. And I spent the rest of the night and a good part of the day feeling very guilty. All of these cats need GPS chips, I swear.
See, this is what happens when you have no life. Crazy cat person. And now it's time to "crunch" the kitties. Excitement! In the TV movie of my life, I will be played by a bean bag.
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2009-02-10 03:20 (UTC)LOL!!!!
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2009-02-10 03:55 (UTC)Poor Mao! Sort of puts me in the mind of my poor Baxter, when he couldn't figure out how to get back on the porch, except he eventually did...those dirt patches look scary when one has been looking at snow for a solid month!
Cria zoomies...ROFL...much like puppy zoomies, but in a bigger area, and with bigger critters!
You comin' to the states anytime, soon?
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2009-02-11 01:45 (UTC)Congrats on the part, btw!
I have no idea when I'll be back in the States. Until my visa issues get cleared up, I'm kind of afraid to cross the border.
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2009-02-10 05:16 (UTC)Yay you! I haven't been outside in...dunno. But it's a long time.
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2009-02-11 01:46 (UTC)