The front door has to be open long enough for tons of these nasties to get in. I’ve tossed whole plates of food because one landed on them! I hate these bugs! Soooo, this is Fred the Fly, alive, preparing to dive bomb my breakfast.This is Dead Fred, stuck on the wall after a swift swat with my Murder Wand. The only good fly is one about to die. Better: very squashed and dead!!This arrangement has worked incredibly well to limit the Greenies mess around the ottoman.A few get away. Used to be the carpet was a solid mass of escaped Greenies. Anything that helps housekeeping is a boon to a mildly disabled guy!A bonus kitty! When I took this photo, I planned on editing it down to the left hand kitty. Then I noticed I got this double Andy, thanks to the full-length mirror. LOL! Loving the jaunty angle of his tail in the mirror image.I have to dump and record leakage from my surgical wound every..sort of…eight hours. It is slowing down to almost nothing, which I find encouraging. It isn’t hard, stinky, or difficult, just a bit too much routine at eight hours. I’ve not done well on that. On top of it, the measuring cup used to get drainage amount is poorly marked. As a former guy who was involved in measurement work that was at the thousandth of an inch, I abhor sloppy measuring tools!Andy ate a few Greenies, left before I could snap a photo, and is over by the full-length mirror at his stainless steel water fountain.
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I have a wash load of clothes nearly ready to dry. Andy put some souvenirs in his litter box that I can dig out. I’m feeling stronger each day and more confident in how to transfer from wheelchair to chair or whatever, a maneuver that requires a thoughtful, careful, slow-as-needed motion one to be safe. Lock those brakes, Doug! I’m beginning to develop those muscle memories that help make tasks semi-automatic. Semi-automatic because never, ever must they get so cool you forget the brakes or to have the wheelchair positioned at aless than optimum place relative to where you want to go!
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You came here for Andy. He came back to the ottoman to give you some of himself! Here’s my kitty, bowing at me and the camera……but tgis hs why he stopped by. Greenies! Purr! Purr!Oops! He cleaned up, but there’s a crumb hanging on the end of that eyebrow “whisker.”Don’t be a distracted flier! Victory! Another dead one.
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