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Sep. 17th, 2009 06:30 amWhat was happening with me yesterday? Oh, right:
I feed the cats a wee bit of gooshyfood every evening to lure them inside so I can shut the cat door window and have them be safely inside and the raccoons, etc., firmly inside. Last night we had gone to see Hair (excellent production, btw) and I had finished off the last can of cat food the day before, so I had to get a new can from the stockpile in the garage once e got home around 11-ish. Henry helpfully shut the door between the garage and the backyard while I re-upped (Walterglued to my left leg for reasons only he knows) and headed for bed. As I'm asking Walter why he's sticking so close to me - now, he never answers, but I keep asking - I hear a fluttering. So I think maybe a bird has gotten trapped in the garage, maybe brought in by the cats, and when that has happened in the past it was always a lot of panicky chaos (more on the birds' part than mine) so I lowered my profile and realized that the fluttering thing was not so panicky and the maybe not a bird, but unfortunately right around head height and between me and the door. So I yelped and got Henry back to open the back door again and got all of us but the bat inside the house proper with the door to the garage shut. It's pure luck that he didn't end up in the kitchen, which I'm sure would have made nobody happy.
In short, might be time to put a bat house up on the shed! Yay!
- 23:00 Whoa, bat in the garage!
I feed the cats a wee bit of gooshyfood every evening to lure them inside so I can shut the cat door window and have them be safely inside and the raccoons, etc., firmly inside. Last night we had gone to see Hair (excellent production, btw) and I had finished off the last can of cat food the day before, so I had to get a new can from the stockpile in the garage once e got home around 11-ish. Henry helpfully shut the door between the garage and the backyard while I re-upped (Walterglued to my left leg for reasons only he knows) and headed for bed. As I'm asking Walter why he's sticking so close to me - now, he never answers, but I keep asking - I hear a fluttering. So I think maybe a bird has gotten trapped in the garage, maybe brought in by the cats, and when that has happened in the past it was always a lot of panicky chaos (more on the birds' part than mine) so I lowered my profile and realized that the fluttering thing was not so panicky and the maybe not a bird, but unfortunately right around head height and between me and the door. So I yelped and got Henry back to open the back door again and got all of us but the bat inside the house proper with the door to the garage shut. It's pure luck that he didn't end up in the kitchen, which I'm sure would have made nobody happy.
In short, might be time to put a bat house up on the shed! Yay!
