All Things Progress Apace
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akirluThere should be pictures. Perhaps over the weekend, there will be.
Spike -- you all remember Spike, doncha? That would be the cat who for months fled, streak-wise, for the ceiling-hole above the downstairs toilet if you so much as crossed your eyes two rooms away -- is finally settling into her own. A couple of weeks ago I was sitting at the kitchen table, supervising Tinka's breakfast (by which I mean I was having a cup of tea and keeping a weather eye out to make sure Sara-the-dog didn't muscle the cat aside and eat all her tuna), when who should appear at the top of the cellar stairs but Spike, declaring her interest in having her own share of tuna, thanks very much? Goodness, Spike has some fine lungs on her. So I gave Spike the rest of the can I had opened for Tinka. Since then Spike has been becoming increasingly relaxed about things, and will now generally come upstairs for a chin wag whenever I am in the kitchen. This morning she was sitting all over my magazine making it impossible to turn pages while I had my breakfast, so I think the edge of the psychotic twitchiness has been blunted a bit.
Spike still prefers to come up when Tinka is out of the room, or better yet, out of the house, and Lefty has generally decided that she owns the bedroom and only humans or dogs will be tolerated there, but at this point I have had whole minutes at a time when all four household quadrupeds were in the same room without any squalling whatever. I consider this a victory. Even if it does entail bribing everyone with food.
Out in the garden, the quince is almost out of flowers, the apple trees are starting to bloom, and what's left of the much-pruned pear is all white with blossom. I hope there are bees out there somewhere, because it would be nice to get at least a bit of fruit out of this freakish year. Bog alone knows.
And, Oh! Oh, oh! We have a lilac. The dinky little stick of a sapling growing by the deck, that I thought was another sucker off the hazel tree, turns out to be a bitty lilac bush. The sprays of bud are out now, and the leaves starting too. It's going to be purple- or lilac-colored blossoms, I think, judging by the buds, but it's early to tell yet.
Must get the nursery-bought muscaria into the ground this weekend, but I did finally get all my bareroot bushes in. Haven't figured a spot for raspberries, alas.
Spike -- you all remember Spike, doncha? That would be the cat who for months fled, streak-wise, for the ceiling-hole above the downstairs toilet if you so much as crossed your eyes two rooms away -- is finally settling into her own. A couple of weeks ago I was sitting at the kitchen table, supervising Tinka's breakfast (by which I mean I was having a cup of tea and keeping a weather eye out to make sure Sara-the-dog didn't muscle the cat aside and eat all her tuna), when who should appear at the top of the cellar stairs but Spike, declaring her interest in having her own share of tuna, thanks very much? Goodness, Spike has some fine lungs on her. So I gave Spike the rest of the can I had opened for Tinka. Since then Spike has been becoming increasingly relaxed about things, and will now generally come upstairs for a chin wag whenever I am in the kitchen. This morning she was sitting all over my magazine making it impossible to turn pages while I had my breakfast, so I think the edge of the psychotic twitchiness has been blunted a bit.
Spike still prefers to come up when Tinka is out of the room, or better yet, out of the house, and Lefty has generally decided that she owns the bedroom and only humans or dogs will be tolerated there, but at this point I have had whole minutes at a time when all four household quadrupeds were in the same room without any squalling whatever. I consider this a victory. Even if it does entail bribing everyone with food.
Out in the garden, the quince is almost out of flowers, the apple trees are starting to bloom, and what's left of the much-pruned pear is all white with blossom. I hope there are bees out there somewhere, because it would be nice to get at least a bit of fruit out of this freakish year. Bog alone knows.
And, Oh! Oh, oh! We have a lilac. The dinky little stick of a sapling growing by the deck, that I thought was another sucker off the hazel tree, turns out to be a bitty lilac bush. The sprays of bud are out now, and the leaves starting too. It's going to be purple- or lilac-colored blossoms, I think, judging by the buds, but it's early to tell yet.
Must get the nursery-bought muscaria into the ground this weekend, but I did finally get all my bareroot bushes in. Haven't figured a spot for raspberries, alas.
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Date: 2008-04-26 05:17 am (UTC)Good for Spike! Tuna is a strong lure. Shiva had dry food today! And then complained excessively when I gave him the night's dose of antibiotics -- there's six more days of that to go!