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Still sad

My wise old grandmother

My wise old grandmother adopted me in December 1965 when I was three months short of 11. She was the only person who wanted me since I was a juvenile delinquent and then residing in the Troubled Youth program at the Thomas D. Dee Memorial Hospital in Ogden, Utah.

I learned a lot from her about life, responsibility, gardening, plants, and compassion for animals. She was the person who captured flies and returned them to the outdoors. Captured snakes, rats, mice, roaches, spiders, and lizards, and returned them to the outdoors.

When she knew that she was dying, she asked me if there was anything I wanted to ask her. I did. I wanted to know how she kept ants from getting into the house. She practiced things like rinsing off dishes immediately after Earthgro decorative groundcover barka meal, keeping sugar in a container rather than in the store package, keeping cereal in containers as well, rinsing honey residue off the container before putting it back in the cupboard, and spreading fine mulch around the exterior of the house. Her experiential evidence indicated that ants and snails didn’t like crawling on fine mulch. Larger sizes didn’t bother them.

I follow in her footsteps, capturing anything inside that belongs outside and returning it outside. I have watched the Nature Channel and many nature documentaries. I know how cruel and unforgiving the food chain can be, but I guess as long as I don’t have to watch it in person, I’m okay.

Yesterday, Little Queen Olivia took a position in front of the dresser, refusing to budge. Very strange behavior, so I got the idea that, perhaps, there was a lizard behind the dresser. Instead I found a young rat. I know it was a young rat because it was only about four inches long with just a four-inch tail. The rats we have out here in the East San Diego County boondocks are huge, the size of opossums.

I tried capturing the rat, but all I did was encourage it to move to a different corner behind the bed where it was much more difficult to try to get to, especially for one person. I called pest control hoping for a humane way to capture the rat and move it outside. They recommended glue traps. The rat gets stuck to the glue trap and then they take it back to their office, use a mineral oil to soften and remove the glue, and then return the creature to the outside.

However, due to the arrangement of the room, as well as the furniture, he also set a few regular snap traps just in case the rat avoided the glue traps. Well, said rat did avoid the glue traps but didn’t make it past the snap tracks.

I felt so bad. While the rat was squished behind the bed headbord, I had been shining a light on it, making eye contact, and talking to it, ensuring it that I would help it get back to the outdoors. The poor little rat was so frightened, and it’s little eyes seemed to plead with me not to kill it.

Sadly, now it is dead.

I interrupted the food chain. There might be a coyote or raptor that went hungry yesterday.

Do I worry too much?

All during the ordeal, Little Queen Olivia was endeavoring to help. I didn’t get the impression that she wanted to kill it. I thought that she simply wanted it removed from her domain.

I know how the rat got in, and I’ve taken care of that.

I also believe that the rat got in sometime on Saturday, January 11. Little Queen Olivia was telling me because she took a position during the day next to the entry spot. At night she didn’t sleep on the bed like she usually does, preferring to run up and down the hall. I now believe she was chasing the rat. There also was the fact that suddenly she was eating half a bowl of dry food during the night. I’m thinking the rat was eating the food.

Last night, Little Queen Olivia slept on the bed again, not running up and down the hallway, and not eating half a bowl of dry food.

Little Queen Olivia is back to her pre-rat self. Problems solved. Still sad.

Olivia on a window sill watching a rabbit

Happy new year

The huge storm that we were supposed to get on 12/30 & 12/31 never arrived, having gotten lost somewhere out over the Pacific Ocean.

Although it was in the 50s and 60s outside, the sun was out both days.

Inside, where it was 74, Little Queen Olivia found a sunny spot in the living room.

Little Queen Olivia

Happy New Year
from our house to yours!

How does she do this?

Cats

I think cats are fascinating animals.

The following picture is of Little Queen Olivia sound asleep on an office chair.

Little Queen Olivia peacefully sleeping

With her so peacefully sleeping, I decide to go to the kitchen to get something to eat.

The kitchen is 25 feet away. It takes 9.31415 seconds to get there from the office.

This is what I see when I get to the kitchen:

Little Queen Olivia in the kitchen

How does she do this?

I hope it’s in my yard!

Little Queen Olivia

Update on Little Queen Olivia.

It took 3 days of over-the-counter medicine—medicine for humans recommended by a vet!—but the little queen is back to her rambunctious, psychotic little self.

She is back enjoying her catio, and I have been watching her closely. Yesterday she was on the catio chair intently staring up at a corner.

Little Queen Olivia

She looked like she was saying prayers to the Great Cat. I looked up in the corner several times to see what she was watching.

Nothing.

Finally, I saw it.

The largest praying mantis I had ever seen. Only the fourth one I have seen in the 26½ years I have been in California, and all of them in the last 2½ years out here in the East San Diego County boondocks.

Here it is after I rescued it from the catio and relocated it outside.

Praying mantis

I’m not a biologist by any stretch of the imagination, but I think that praying mantis is a gal, and I do believe she is pregnant, perhaps looking for some place to lay some eggs. I hope it’s in my yard!

The third praying mantis I saw was one day earlier. It was outside on one of the windows of our bedroom. You know I rushed outside with my Canon camera to get a picture, yes?

Praying mantis

We have dual-pane windows, which created interesting shadows. The first shadow was on the outside pane, and then there was a shadow of the shadow on the inside pane. Pretty cool. The little black dot in the lower left is a little fly, obviously being stalked by that praying mantis.

Little Queen Olivia spoke to me, and I listened!

Follow the assembly directionsLittle Queen Olivia

I blame myself for having to let Zoey the Cool Cat go on June 23, 2019, because I didn’t understand how pets talk to us.

Well, yesterday morning, Little Queen Olivia was sneezing every 15 minutes. Not just one sneeze. Several in a row. House-shaking sneezes.

Finally, at 4:00 a.m., it occurred to me that she was trying to tell me something.

I got dressed, put her in the carrier, and headed to the 24/7 vet hospital. Sure enough, she’s a sick Little Queen.

Looks like a cold at this point because her temperature is not elevated, she’s eating well, she’s eliminating well, and she’s active and playful. Just sneezing and watery eyes.

The drive to the vet was the first time in the six months she has been with us that I ever have heard her meow. Usually it’s just squeaks and squeals. Since it’s an 18-minute drive to the vet, and she meowed every 5 seconds, it also was the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th …………… 214th, 215th, 216th times I have heard her meow.

Here she is in her carrier at the vet at 4:30 a.m.:

Little Queen Olivia at the vet

The vet said to buy some Little Noses and Chlorpheniramine 4 mg tablets (cut in half), available at CVS across the street.

“Both are over-the-counter for humans,” as he told me, but will be fine for a 2-year-old cat.

Easily got the nasal spray in her nose but she fought me tooth & nail (secret code for “biting and scratching”) for 5 minutes before I got half a tablet down her. After I posted on Facebook, one person recommended “Pill Pockets.” I immediately rushed out to buy a pack. Didn’t fool the Little Queen. She looked at it and turned up her nose. Eventually I mixed the pill pocket in with her wet food and she snarfed it down. So all’s well.

I put her on my bed around 11:30 and she did not sneeze once, happily sleeping for 4½ hours.

Little Queen Olivia sleeping peacefully

Little Queen Olivia sleeping peacefully

Will monitor her closely to make sure that she doesn’t have anything more serious.

I refuse to look at you!

Cats

Once Little Queen Olivia is certain she is going to get fed, this is the position she takes.

Little Queen Olivia

She won’t look at me and won’t look at the spot where her food dish soon will be, full of food.

She just sits there and stares straight ahead until I put her food dish down.

Cats.

Whaddaya gonna do….