All is forgiven, my new fence goes all the way around
I have a gate I can lock
It’s not 100% complete, there’s a bolt missing into the wall over here
But I’m holding two very long planks of wood as hostage until I get that bolt.
All in all, it looks swell, does the job and is now ready for floral embellishment.
Small problem is the heat, the heat! Yesterday was 41 degrees C. Every winter I vow never to complain about the heat, but this was truly mind-bending. The cats were melting into the floor. The most popular spot in town was the walk-in fridge at the bottle store, where people suddenly had trouble making up their minds what they wanted.
Needless to say, the vegetable garden is looking rather wilted, and reality suggests that these are the plants I should be concentrating on in the future.
Then I was reminded that assumptions can truly make an ass out of me.
When I moved in, there was a resident stray tomcat of the ginger persuasion living in the backyard, a little boy who was frequently beaten up by the other much larger strays. I decided (in my wisdom) to give him the odd meal or two, to supplement his hunting and put a little meat on his skinny frame.
He came and went at will, disappearing for weeks at a time, until Christmas day when he decided to let on that “he” was in fact a she and proud mom to three little big-eared mini-me’s. Dinner for four in the wood shed.
I’ve decided to let them live their lives untroubled by my own ideas of how cats should live, ie, loafing around the kitchen and sucking up tuna in massive quantities. I’m giving them a safe space and a bit of food and that’s more than most of the cats in this town get. One thing’s for sure, I have no fear of mice creeping into the house anytime soon.