So, there's no new bike today. But we did make plans for Saturday to obtain bike after my Artist's Way meeting.
Instead of shopping, we stayed home and I did some more laundry and he did some more dishes. I nuked some potatoes and pulled some greens out of the fridge and started a little bag for obvious recyclables to take to me mum's; he swept the back yard and made fire and grilled steak. We watched some
Scrubs. And Kaylee had an adventure.
Our backyard is smallish and not really a yard so much as some large rocky tiles and some dirt areas with dead trees sticking out of them. It's surrounded by a shoddy (but not as shoddy as the people's at the other end of the row) wooden fence with a few inches between the bottom of the fence and the ground. I'd say the fence is about eight feet high, so there's ample privacy if we ever needed it (well, I was/am in shorts... with Pooh on them).
If my young pup were still around, she would have found the space under the fence and dug her way out. If Kaylee were an outdoor cat, she would have braved the dirty belly to taste freedom. She's a more systematic beast, though. There is one "weak spot" in the fence, between our yard and the neighbors (we're on the corner, so we only have one immediate neighbor). That's where the meter is, and there's a maybe nine inch wide and two foot tall chunk of fence missing; I'm assuming it's so they can do maintenance or run wires or some such thing. It's hidden behind a strangely thriving bush on our side of the yard. So, of course, Kaylee eventually found it. I kept watching her to try to avoid her being bad, but Steve said she'd be fine. Sometimes I'm dumb and listen to him.
So she walked toward this hole she could sniff, and I found a tree branch and made it make noise in the bush. The first few times it dissuaded her, but the last time, she persevered and pushed through. And was "free" in the neighbor's yard.... I'm not so fond of these neighbors of mine. Granted, I've never actually met them. But I've heard them arguing with each other. They sound about the same age as Steve and me (wait, "sound" in this case is linking or in some other way not active so it should be "I," huh?; anyway) and yelled and cussed about money one day. I gave Steve a hug and told him we'd have none of that. He agreed.
Anywho, Kaylee's over there. I peek through the slats and there are no neighbors in sight, so after trying (in vain) to coax Kaylee back through the hole, I go out the back gate and try gingerly to open theirs. They're not on the end, so their fence's construction is in much better shape than ours. I couldn't open the latch. Making noise, though, I did get the attention of their giant beast dog who barked at Kaylee from the other side of a sliding glass door. She was terrified for a moment, then curious, then tired... so she took a nap. The dog got tired or distracted by something shiny in the apartment and ceased and desisted for a while. Until Kaylee went up to the screen door to snoop around. By this time Steve was close to the fence barrier, trying to coax her. He gave up just about when he heard the dog bark again. Kaylee found the nine inch by two foot hole again and leaped inside.
She's probably napping now. What a hard day.
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You always leave the coolest comments. Thanks so much for your encouragement and smiles (and giggles and hugs).
You are in an AW group? I am so jealous! I should so look into finding a local group.
Love you!
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That was a hard day.
Now I have to read of this bike ordeal. I just had to get a new one myself.
Cats are cool like that.