Lucy came meowing around last night, and wanted to be let in. Bertie has shown a kind of protective interest in Lucy, and greeted her at the window. We let her in for a couple of hours. Torii hissed a bit, but Bertie looked after her. Gilda barely noticed. When I opened the back door later in the evening, she hurried out past me, probably going back to her young. Continue reading
Lucy has become a regular diner at our back deck. She’s even been inside a couple of times, and my wife has set up a nice little covered area where she can sleep and eat. It’s been raining a lot lately, so it’s not unusual to find Lucy tucked away in the corner of the deck when we come home from work or poke our heads out the door in the morning. Continue reading
The poet Burns wrote memorably about the best laid schemes of mice and men, which is that they gang aft agley. Truer words were never written. More than once have I set out with the best possible scheme laid out neatly before myself like an army cot, just to find myself moments later mid-agley, ganged and afted like the most unfortunate fieldmouse or drunkest Scottish poet. Continue reading
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