The hours I spend at the Sallows Military Museum changed for the Winter from Thursday afternoons to Wednesday afternoons. By and large, the change should make no difference. Till I get used to it, though, I get caught off guard on the trash day. Today I realized it was trash day, not Saturday, a little after 7:00 AM. “Trash day is Friday. Today is Friday,” I had to convince myself.
When I work at the museum on Thursdays, I prepare the trash the night before except for the last litter box offerings, which I gift wrap on the day they – thankfully! – go bye-bye.
Dougy even hopped off the table to get in my way while I tried to gather the trash. (Hey! What were you doing up there, boy?! Bad kitty, but you know that. That’s why you’re winking at me!)
Of course, when I work Wednesdays, the next day is one day too soon to prepare the trash, so, I think I should wait out Wednesday, then prepare the trash Thursday evening, my habit. Of course, Thursday feels like Friday because I worked Wednesdays at the museum, so Fridays feel like Saturdays, meaning there is no rush to prepare the trash for trash day, which, because Friday feels like Saturday so trash day is next week!. Just hang on tight here: It’s not confusing, just a matter of mind over perception. Yeah.
Just the idea of living one more week with litter box waste piling up should keep me on track. Andy and Dougy may weigh in at just 20 pounds 12 ounces together (9,41 kilograms), but they sure can pump out the poop and pee!
Trash day is so exciting for the cats, even Andy came running to get in the way, and I haven’t caught him yet to give him his medicine!
I rushed to collect and bag the trash this morning. I had to get it out on time or live a whole week more with litter box offerings piling higher and higher.
This is what I like to see: The trash outside on time, bagged and ready to be picked up!
I faintly hear their truck compacting trash collected one lane over. I had lots of time to collect the and put it out, it seems, but missing trash day is not an option! The rush to get the trash out was worth it.
Such good boys and such good helpers.
One of the things I am grateful for on my gratitude list every day is the dumpsters here.
Anyone who has ever had to try and shove trash into a small container or a couple of bags knows exactly what I am talking about.
Have a great week end.
That’s one thing I miss since I downsized to an apartment: Not only was the huge dumpster behind our house, in the alley, the organic waste dumpster (also huge) was. I don’t usually have a lot of trash, especially since I went to Internet subscriptions on newspapers, but it still takes a bag and a half, typically.
As far a being good helpers, the boys could do more, but they are, beyond doubt, excellent supervisors! They don’t miss a thing.
THOSE WERE THE DAYS…EMPTYING THE LITTER BOXES….LOVE THE WINK TOO
HAHA! TOO BAD YOU LIVE ACROSS THE OCEAN OR I’D LEAVE THE LKITTER BOXES FOR SOMEONE WHO ENJOYS EMPTYING THEM! LOL! YEAH, DOUGY IS A NAUGHTY KITTEN, THOUGH MOST PEOPLE THINK HE’;S THE NICE BROTHER. (ANDY IS VERY SWEET, TOO, JUSTY A BIT GUNSHY BECAUSE OF HAVING TO BE CAUGHT FOR MEDICINE.) HOPE YOU ARE DOING WELL WITH YOUR HEALTH ISSUES. ANDY’S BLOOD PRESSURE IS RIGHT SHERE HIS VETERINARIAN WANTS IT TO BE.
Sooooooooooooooo PLEASED TO KNOW ALL IS GOING IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION…..I HAVE MISSED THEM,YOU TOO…ONLY ON HERE ABOUT TWICE A WEEK NOW…BUT HEY ANDY AND DOUGY ARE FOREVER IN MY HEART…SEE YOU SOON….BIG CAT HUGS ALL ROUN D
TWICE A WEEK SHOULD PRETTY MUCH COVER WHAT’S HAPPENING WITH THE CAT BROTHERS AND ME! ALL VIDEOS GET POSTED ON YOU TUBE AND HERE, TOO, SO YOU WON’T MISS THEM IF YOU STOP BY HERE. IT’S GETTING CLOSE TO SUP[PER TIME FOR THE BOYS. ANDY’S STILL ASLEEP ON THE CARRIER, BUT I BET HE WAKES UP AND FOLLOWS ME INTO THE KITCHEN WHEN I GO TO CHECK FOR MY MAIL.
DO YOU REMEMBER THE BLACK CAT FLOYD AND HIS BROTHER PINK,THE WHITE ONE…ie pink Floyd…WELL I HAVE BEEN LOOKING AFTER THEM SINCE TUESDAY,THEIR OWNER WAS TAKEN AWAY AND OMG….YES CAT LITTER DAYS HAVE CERTAINLY BEEN HERE….Ha haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…AND YOU KNOW,THE WHITE ONE MEOWS ALL THE TIME AS IF TRYING TO TELL ME SOMETHING…WJERE AS THE BLACK ONE JUST ROLLS ON THE FLOOR AND SAYS STROKE ME STROKE ME…ANY ADVICE WELL NEEDED…X
“TAKEN AWAY”, AS IN BY THE LAW? DO YOU MEAN THEY ARE DESERTED ANIMALS NOW? IF SO, YOU PROBABLY ARE SAFE TO CARE FOR THEM. I’M NOT FAMILIAR WITH THE RSPCA BEYOND YOUR RECENT EXPERIENCE, BUT THEY MAY NEED TO BE CALLED ABOUT THE LEGAL STATUS OF THESE CATS.
I KNOW IT’D BREAK YOUR HEART TO HAVE THEM TAKEN AWAY, BUT THAT MIGHT BE THE BEST SOLUTION TO HOMELESSNESS, IF THAT’S THE PROBLEM. OR, IF THAT’S THE CASE, YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO GAIN LEGAL CLAIM TO THEM AS YOU ARE KNOWN TO RSPCA AS A CONCERNED AND CARING PERSON, EH!?
AS FOR THE MEWOWING, IT SOUNDS LIKE THIS CAT IS INSECURE OR WORRIED ABOUT SOMETHING (KITTENS?). THE BLACK ONE SOUNDS LIKE ANOTHER EXAMPLE OF INSECURITY. IN BOTH CASES, I’D GIVE THEM ALL THE ATTENTION AND CARE I COULD. MAYBE IN TIME, THEY WILL SETTLE DOWN. (I’M NOT A CAT BEHAVIORIST, SO I’M JUST MAKING A WILD GUESS ABOUT WHAT TO DO.)
ONE OF THE BLOGS I FOLLOW IS WRITTEN BY AN ENGLISH CAT BEHAVIORIST, AMAZINGLY ENOUGH. I’LL TRY TO SEE IF I CAN REMEMBER WHICH BLOG IT IS AND SEND YOU THE SPECIFICS. THE NAME DOESN’T SUGGEST “CAT BEHAVIORIST” AS I RECALL.
Does he drink tea or is it for the guy he took in…those humans need such things…LOL
Dougy sticks with charcoal-filtered aerated water, but his human likes occasional mugs of tea!