Bananas

"Lynn, I didn't think you saw all the 'naners in the kitty posts

we visit!"

I had noticed all the cats going bananas for a  'naner, as

we call 'em here.  And I never gave it a thought to try to figure

out where to buy one.  Precious is so bad about using new

toys that it is a waste of money. Better spent on her food!

It was by chance I saw it when I had to go to our only

big box dept. store to buy cat food. I keep 2 sacks at all

times nowa days, and when my big grocery did not have it

I had to go else where. And both big chain stores only have

small versions of the "big" store in our little city.

Anyways,  I found the Purina One Indoor and was glad

to see they had lots. So I got greedy and bought 2. I did this

in case we have really bad weather this winter.  I glanced

around at the lack of Fancy Feast, which we don't use and

saw the small display of cat toys.  Lo and behold, a

BANANA was hanging there and not the kind I eat.

So I quickly gave in to the urge to buy, got the bags

of cat food and quickly checked out and headed home.

Going into any store is just no fun anymore. 

" I know, Lynn, the bananas you eat stink. They make my

nose curl every time I sniff them. And I always ask to have

a sniff.  This 'naner is perfectly ripe and smells great."

As a side note, those interested in the Ash trees decline,

25 years ago there abouts, the Emerald Ash Borer from

Asia was imported accidentally on a shipment of living

non-native ornamental plants.  They lay their eggs in the

bark and within 2 years, the larvae kill the tree eating

the soft under tissue.  The ash in Michigan, where they

entered port, Indiana, Ohio and Illinois are losing the

trees by the millions. Eventually they will be completely

gone across the Americas.

 

She took to her Bed

"Lynn, what is that awful noise? How can I get

any sleep?"

Poor Precious trying to get her beauty rest during the day in her tent-bed.

And the neighbors are having their spare lot cleared of

briars and multiflora and dead trees. All Ash trees here 

are now dead.  We have thousands of skeletons standing every where.

There were some on our property alive

until 2 years ago. We had 15 dead ones removed.

This is one trailer I can see from the bedroom window.

It was a sunny but cold day. But I am sure the Amish in the stove pipe

hat was not cold with all the work he and another man did.

"I need absolute peace and QUIET. Doesn't anyone hear me?"

 

Late Package Delivered

"Lynn, the mailman left a box on the porch. You know I

don't like him close by."

I know, Precious,  it is a good thing you growled loudly,

because he did not ring the door bell or knock to let me know

I had a box.

And this box had my Nala's World tee shirt and carry bag in

it.  And if this box could talk it would have a story to tell.

It was ordered November 24, 2020.  And it was shipped

out of the UK on Dec 3, 2020.  However, our postal system never

indicated it was in the US at all.  The package must have flown into

the Bermuda Triangle to never be heard of again.  But USPS finally

admitted to having it on January 1, 2021.  It was in Chicago, Illinois.

Here's the trail from, Chicago, Illinois to me on Jan. 8.

Chicago west to Des Moines, Iowa 334 miles.

Des Moines, Iowa east to Indianapolis, Indiana 475 miles.

Indianapolis east to Columbus, Ohio 175 miles.

Columbus north to my tiny town 60 miles.

It traveled 1041 miles to be delivered to me late. As the crow

flies, it is 343 miles from Chicago to my town! I am glad it

arrived and as you can see Precious has a new bag to try out.

"Lynn, I don't know who Nala is, but I like the green eyes like mine."

I guess it is fitting the box went long way round about to get here. Nala and

her human wanted to bike around the world, pre-covid, and I guess

the trip the box took just represents that.

8 wonderful years

 "Lynn, it's my 8th anniversary today. I try to remember

how it was before, but I really am only interested in today."

"Is that really me back then? I must have grown up."

And maybe a bit out, Precious. But that just means there is

more of you to love.

She gets into the sink today only to drink. She can get

her front paws in, but she'll never get herself in to lie down.

When we brought Precious home, she spent 3 days straight

laying at the foot of the bed on a thermal cat blanket. She'd get

up to eat a tiny bit, potty and go right back to bed. Even

though we were strangers, and who knows how much tossing

and turning we do at night, she slept right there for nearly

72 hours.

Then on the fourth day, she did her usual routine of eating

some and potty. But she did not go back to bed.  She looked

up at me in my recliner, jumped up on my lap, gave my face

a complete inspection, turned around and laid down on my

legs. She started purring and was there for a few hours. I was

so amazed, but I think she was just recuperating from the trauma

of being abandoned and unhappy with the stress of the humane

society.

I'm glad to say, that starting right then she was a new girl. Unhappy

when she had her first of 3 vet visits soon after. But forgiving when

she came home.

"I just knew you were going to be good to me, Lynn. It's a good

thing I can't keep track of time, or I'd be sorry so many years

have gone by."

I am sorry that 8 years have passed. Where does life go?

I am getting old older and wish it would just stop on a  good

day and remain there for just an extra week or two.