Before I left on my trip north, I checked (and watered) all my plants and discovered that my croton is flowering! Pretty fluffy little off-white flowers are shooting off the tops of the big-leaved stems. Long ago I may have seen croton flowers, but if so, I had forgotten that they have flowers.
It’s Saturday morning already. I lost a few days this week it seems.
All my mornings begin with me making coffee for myself. While the coffee brews I take care of the cats. My two black cats simply want to go outside. I change their water and make sure there is food in the bowl.
Then I deal with Earflap aka Mr. Mites aka Bitey. He is the stray who adopted us a few months ago. He manages to fill his litter box every night, so I empty that. He gets special canned food, so I serve him breakfast. The porch door stays shut overnight so the raccoons won’t come in and eat his dry food, so I open it and give him his freedom. Usually he goes back to sleep on the chair inside the porch.
Two days ago I walked into the garage at 8AM and it wasn’t sweltering. I put the door up and a wonderful breeze hit me. As I walked into the driveway I stretched my arms and breathed in the air – something I haven’t done in months. Trying to breathe outside here in summer is like slowly drowning. Okay, I am exaggerating a bit but the humidity here is stifling – 24 hours a day.
This is my garden dilemma: I have a grasshopper infestation. I need a natural way to get rid of the bugs, as I am an organic gardener.
Attract birds that will eat them, is my first thought, but I have cats that go outside. If I feed birds in summer it’s only the hummingbirds. My cats would never be able to catch one of them. In fact, neither of my cats are big hunters, but I imagine that birds get nervous when they look down and see cats in the yard, so they move on.
If the birds do end up eating the grasshoppers, they will be down near ground level. The grasshoppers are feasting on the leaves of many of my garden plants. If I put out feeders, I feel like I am inviting birds to their death, because of the cats.
The days are filled with bored house cats chasing each other and fighting. The nights bring scampering and sliding through the halls chasing mice. Winter is here! With snow and cold, my two cats don’t go outside much anymore. Skittle loves to roll in the sand all summer, but now she must be wondering how all that white stuff got here and where did her sand go? She has to find something else to occupy her tiny brain, and that something usually includes disturbing me.
When I’m trying to work, she is walking across the desk trying to mess up my typing. I have tape on a nearby windowsill trying to keep out the cold – and she eats it. This year I have an added sideshow with my daughter and her cat living here too. My cats don’t like her old man cat, which is added entertainment. One hisses, one growls, pounce, bat and off they go.
We have the big, artificial Christmas tree set up, but this year it has no lights or decorations. Last year I discovered that it was useless to try and have a nice looking tree. I only set it up this year because the kids wanted to, but it doesn’t contain a single ornament. Before we even finished putting it together, Skittle was racing up the branches with a wild look in her eyes.
I am writing this at 3am because they woke me up chasing a mouse. I’ll bet you are thinking, “Hey, at least they are good for catching mice.” Not quite. They run, bang into things and have fun for about 10 minutes – long enough for me to be up and wide awake wondering where the heck that mouse is going- and then they lose the mouse. Lucky for me I ordered new mouse traps last week and they will arrive tomorrow. But I’ll probably be asleep when they arrive.