Jesus outside... Jack has a hurt eye... but is a PIRATE!
I am procrastinating. Seriously I am. I have a monstrous to do list that I keep telling myself has to be done ASAP, and yet I find myself walking by the computer from time to time and I just sit. There are countless things in this house I need to do. I have laundry, I have cleaning/organizing, and I have some misc. unpacking to do.
There are pictures making their way back to their homes on walls, and I have moved some furniture around spreading out in this home now only occupied by me, Gracie, Jack and Jesus.
SO let's begin there. There was a mouse once. Then it turned into mice. With twice monthly Dodson visits, outlet sonic pitch mouse deterrents, and time the mice still fell in love with this house. I returned back from all that was this Spring last week. On Friday with Kristyn's arrival joining Mandy who came into Wednesday we saw one. A little ole cute as a button I could kill you with a shoe, Mouse. (Mandy did kill it with her Chaco). We started making calls. I was supposed to be grilling out for the girls, and Jamie was coming over. I bailed on all previously made evening plans to pursue Cats. I wanted two. I didn't care how I was going to acquire them, I was going to have two cats and the mice were going to die.
Mandy called a few places, and after finding where we could take 2 male kittens home that night we set off for Staunton. I should have followed my own intuition as the 2nd kitten... skiddish, not personable, and can I say this? Had somewhat nappy hair. I judged said kitten, and I said no. Mandy the ever advocate for loving the loveless and forgotten got me to adopt the kitten. At the counter the grey one jumped on my shoulder and we decided: Jack the Pirate. Then what would we name the other? Still to this day, I do not know how Jesus was chosen. Jesus flew out of Mandy's clutches in the parking lot, so she had to sneak underneath the neighboring Mustang to pull him out. The car ride home: two kittens scared under my seat.
Bringing them into the house went well- Gracie LOVES LOVES smaller play friends. Jack was an immediate winner, it was meant to be. Jesus? Under the couch.
So... I have two kittens. One that doesn't come inside for anything (though yesterday Kristyn and I brought him inside, and then I could not for the life of me put him back outside: NO LITTER BOX IN THIS HOUSE). Jack is now Woody, and Jesus is now Buzz. Figured they needed a dynamic duo name, however I still call Woody, Jack... and Buzz, Jesus. I can't shake it.
What I like about Jack/Woody is that he will snuggle with Gracie and he is turning into a dog. He goes in and out of the house freely and without hesitation. He had a scratched eye, which turned into an enormous vet bill, for which I paid because I was already attached to him... but more importantly: no noises, no scurries, no remains of said MICE.
So today I am cleaning every last corner, cabinet, and closet to start fresh and clean so that if said mice are really still here, that there hiding places and paths would be known. Well I am trying to clean and stay focused... and yet I am here writing about kittens, mice, and all that I should be doing.
Oh but those kitties--- are restoring my sanity about this house. Praise the Lord. (and yes I mean both the real Jesus, and the feline that lives on my deck).
And now I am going to go play Super Mario Brothers to beat this game b/c K, M, and I couldn't... that to do list? It. Will. Get. Done. After... this one thing...
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