“Oui” are in recovery mode around here. Two patients. One fell out of the attic. One is recovering from hip replacement surgery. “Oui” have a kitty called Izzy and she thinks she is a puppy. She comes when she is called and she likes water. Our hip replacement patient has been fickle lately and cavorting with a neighborhood garden cat. I like this cat because as cute as rabbits are, all you gardeners know that over population of rabbits decimates crops.
Rabbits sheer off canes of roses and eat the tender leaves. Cats are a natural deterrent to too many rabbits. It’s just the natural order of things. Please don’t think rabbits are too frightened of me, you saw they have babies in my potted rose pots. My husband has named this cat Mittens. Mittens is a big black Tom cat that actually comes calling at the front door. Ask me why.
Why would a big black Tom cat come to the front door looking for Big Daddy?
This cat sits and peers in the window looking for his buddy. He goes from window to window and comes to the door looking for daddy. Because Big Daddy gives the neighborhood Tom catnip. We also have adorable grand kids that we tell stories to. One of the all time favorites is about motorcycles & bicycles.
Erik 4 & Ella 2 like to talk about motorcycles, bicycles, keys, helmet hats, jackets, back packs, & bananas, not necessarily in that order.
So tonight I am in the office and I hear a vigorous scratching at the entry way door from the garage and I think Izzy must have gotten locked out in the garage. She is an inside cat. I open the door and the big black neighborhood cat Mittens charges in. Big Daddy has warned me that Izzy might be in peril from Mittens since she is de-clawed so I try to get him and he eludes me. I chase him in the office and close the door. My patient is resting and I can’t get Mittens and he doesn’t know we are under siege so I go tell him he has to get Mittens out of the house so I will put Izzy in lock down.
In the meantime I think what a great iPhone Facetime bedtime story for Erik and Ella only I can’t find my phone. I put my phone on silent in the doctor’s office during a strep test for a sore throat earlier today. However, while I was talking to my daughter I was sure there was a distinctive clunk when I threw some things in the garbage can outside. I told my husband that I was sure my iPhone was in the garbage and it was on silent.
At which point he took his reaching tool that we purchased as part of what they called at the hospital a “Hip Kit” and I learned you can buy at Walgreen’s and they call a “grabber”, and he emptied the entire garbage container looking for my iPhone that I was sure was in there on silent. I asked him what do you call your thing and he said “I call it my thing.” Now I want everyone to be sure not to miss this valuable piece of information. You all need one of these things in case you accidentally throw your iPhone in the garbage while it is on silent or even if you think you have thrown it in the garbage and it isn’t there.
A funny story. So, was your iPhone in the garbage? By the way, you can download Apple’s free Find iPhone app that will allow you to log into me.com and play an alert even if your iPhone is in silent mode. Cool!
Dear Grandpa Shayne,
It was on the table in the bedroom! And by the way you should have seen poor Grandpa in the dark, poor dear, with his cane and his grabber trying to go through all the garbage, because he just had his hip replaced at the time two weeks ago! I thought I could get an app like that but how would I hear it, do you locate it on your computer? Sorry for the late response I have been taking a little time off on the blog during the holidays.
Happy New Year,
Gaga
Hi Grandpa Shayne,
I was going through comments & somehow I had missed yours. Of course it was not there! It was right in plain site with the ringer off in the house! And my poor husband with his new hip replacement had searched for hours! I did take your advice and download the app you are talking about but don’t know how to use it! HA! Please stay in touch. Our move to Illinois slowed me down on writing and I had to have surgery on my finger to fix my finger from my fall out of the attic, chronicled on the Web site, now I am ready to “hit” it as they say. So thanks Grandpa Shayne for your kind compassion!
LUV!
Gaga,
BTW did you ever read how I got my name, Gaga long before anyone ever heard of the other one? See one of the first entries on http://www.gagasgarden.com, by your picture with your grandbaby I know you will love it!
I also have a grabber. Very handy to have around. We also have a cat named Rosy that lives on our patio with a house and a heating pad. She is a real scaredy cat-won’t hardly let me touch her, but we keep her well fed and good shelter. Joe rescued her from the middle of the cotton field about 13-14 years ago; she never leaves the back yard. She also sneaks in the house through the doggy door when it thunders.
Merry Christmas from west Texas to you stove-up people!
Cousin Linda
Hi Linda,
What did we do before we had a grabber? Dick is just an extension of his former self! And that neighbor cat just glares at Izzy like you spoiled cat, I want your life! I love that Merry Christmas to you stove-up people-you funny, funny lady! Dick also better quit giving the neighbor cat catnip so he quits trying to run in the house! Happy New Year, come see us you rich West Texas Folks who cry poor mouth all the time and say the crops are all failing and y’all are ’bout to starve to death lol!!
Love
Gaga