I was a bit later heading out this morning, so there were plenty of yard cats to greet me. I didn’t bother trying to do a head count, though. I spotted Broccoli, so as soon as the kibble was doled out, I went around the house to the old garden shed with some food to leave for her, and to check on her babies.
I was able to pick them up and cuddle them for a bit, then set them safe in the kibble bin while I straightened out their “nest”. Then it was another cuddle before putting them back and leaving food for their mama.
I did have a pleasant surprise while putting the food out earlier, too.
I saw Judgement! He hasn’t been around for weeks and, my goodness, he was a hungry boy! Wherever it is he wanders, he isn’t finding much food, and was looking quite skinny. Poor thing.
After I came back from tending Broccoli’s babies, I startled a skunk that was in the kibble house. The direction he wanted to run off was filled by a cat, so he ran in circles for a bit before squeezing under the cat house. It gave me a chance to see that one of his ears was just loaded with wood ticks! Poor thing.
Today has been nice and sunny, with just a few clouds. The rain has stopped, so I put the tray of transplants out. In general, the cats leave the transplants alone. The only time there is an issue is when they sometimes try to go through a tray to get to a window or something.
Usually, that just results in a knocked over pot, but the trays with cardboard and peat pots had been watered. When the pots are damp, they damage easily. It looks like a cat tried to step into one, and it broke. The seedling inside – one of the melons that was not part of the Summer of Melons mix – was undamaged, though. I found a small pot in the sun room and was able to transfer it over. The drainage holes in these pots are quite large, so I put the remains of the cardboard pot on the bottom to keep the soil from washing out. What I could no longer do, however, was read the label for which type of melon it was! Probably Sarah’s Choice, but it might have been a watermelon. Well, we’ll have another mystery melon is all. If it survives being moved to its new home. I had one Pixie melon on this tray and, for some reason, it just withered away. We have two more in the house, though. This morning, I transferred the last seedlings out of the aquarium greenhouse and into the mini greenhouse frame at the window. They’ll be moved to the sun room soon.
Things are still really wet out there, of course. It’ll probably be a few days before the lowest areas drain, but it does make weeding easier! Aside from that, though, we’re not going to try and get more progress on the big stuff. Tomorrow, I’m taking my mother to a medical appointment for long term care assessment, which will take up most of the day, so I won’t be doing any big stuff then, either. My daughter might be able to get some progress with the dead trees she’s processing for the raised beds, but the spruce grove has quite a few low spots that would be filled with water, too, so we’ll see.
This is usually when I say, “little by little, it’ll get done”, but right now, we’re not even getting a little done on these jobs! However, we are warming up and staying dry for the next while, so we’ll get there.
They weren’t too happy to seem me. 😁 Still, I got to hold them for a bit while I straightened out their bedding, then pet them before putting them back. Then I left food for their mother. I’m so glad she hasn’t moved them! The outside mamas have all been notorious for moving their babies as soon as we figured out where they were, until they were too big to conveniently move. Which means these once have a chance of being socialized. I have no idea how many other litters there are right now, or where they are. None of tried using the cat house, nor the old dog houses behind the garage that were set up as general critter shelters. I think Brussel might have had her kittens in the garage, but only because I see her there fairly regularly. It seems to be her preferred home, in general. Where in the garage, I can’t figure out. Nothing in there seems like it would be a good nesting area for kittens.
Ah, well. When the times comes, they’ll start showing up, and then we’ll figure it out.
I had a really hard time getting going this morning, so I was a bit late in feeding the outside cats. Once I saw Broccoli, though, I just had to go and check on her babies!
They are definitely getting bigger and more attentive to what’s going on around them. The little calico would let out a hiss, every now and then. I picked them both up to straighten out their blanket a bit, and made sure to pet them, so get them used to human interaction.
Then I left some food for Broccoli inside the shed, plus a sheltered area outside the shed.
I’ll have to go out to check later, but as I was finishing up, I took the container with the remains of Cat Soup out. Yesterday, when it seemed most of cats weren’t too keen on it, I tried something. I emptied the remains of dry kibbles from the other bowls into the Cat Soup and mixed it all up. That made it more of a paste than a soup, and it made a big difference. Most cats were willing to eat it. So, next time we do this, we’ll use less water. My daughter suggested reducing the amount of ground pumpkin seed, too, as that likely has a stronger taste than using the same amount of pumpkin puree.
One thing that made me happy was seeing our elderly Freya going back to eat throughout the evening. She ate more last night than I’ve seen her eat in quite a long time. That alone will keep us making this stuff when we do their wet cat food!
Still, with the kibble mixed in, there was quite a lot, so I took what was left in the morning and set it outside for the yard cats. I’ve no doubt that bowl will be licked clean by the time I go back to get it!
I got an early start today, and a lot has been accomplished this morning. I’ve come inside for a hydration brake. More on that later, though. First, the cuteness!
While feeding the outside cats this morning, Broccoli came over – and she even let me pet her! It’s been quite a while! So I went to check on her babies, straightened their bed out a bit, and left some food for her in the garden shed.
I counted 19 or 20 cats this morning, and one of them was Driver. I haven’t seen him in a while! He was very vocal about wanting breakfast. He even let me not only pet him, but remove some ticks as well.
After getting a few other things done, I started working on the garden bed I’d started yesterday, and was thoroughly entertained.
I’ve been finding some of the markers on the ground pretty regularly. One was hitting a rock, so I dug that out, and now it stays up. Another was down this morning and I was hitting something as I tried to put it back. I figured I would dig out the rock, except it turned out to be a root! One of the markers holding the twine by the first trellis bed was on the ground, too, even though it was braced with a rock.
Yes, all of them have the spinners on them. I figured the high winds we’ve been having were part of the problem, but now it looks like it’s been cats helping them down, too! At least the one at the far end is deep in the ground and staying up. 😄😄
In one sense, I got a lot done this morning. In another, I did not get much done – at least not in what is the biggest job. More on that in my next post!
With the sun room converted for the transplants, we don’t feed the cats in there anymore, though they can still access the room and the beds we have in there for them. Instead, I’ve been making a point of spreading the kibble around more. Knowing there are likely still kittens in the junk pile (I haven’t heard them lately, and wouldn’t expect to see them for weeks yet), we’re back to leaving kibble under the shrine nearby, but I’m also leaving little piles of kibble on the sidewalk blocks in front of the sun room, and even under the swing bench under the kitchen window. This allows the shier cats to access food – and prevent fights. Sad Face and some of the boys do not get along, so if they don’t have to go near each other to eat, that reduces the potential for fights.
If I see Broccoli at the kibble bowls, I also go to the garden shed to check on her babies. Yes, they are still there, and I think she is okay with us knowing they are there.
This morning, I actually took them out and set them in the small bin I use to carry the kibble around, so I could rearrange their “nest”. It’s sitting on top of one of the cover pieces for the carport we found in the barn, but couldn’t assemble last year. It’s been pushed around and got all lumpy, making it hard for the self warming mat I gave them to stay spread out. I didn’t want the kittens to fall into a fold or crevice they couldn’t get out of. So I fixed that up a bit, put the self warming mat back, and returned the kittens. The bonus of doing stuff like this is, it helps to socialize the babies – something we’ve never quite been able to do with their mother!
I think they liked the new set up. More fluffy blanket to squirm around in!
I had closed up the door and was leaving more kibble outside the shed, in a sheltered spot, when Broccoli came around the house and saw me, so I left a bit more kibble while she could see where I was putting it. She came over quickly as I left, but started to run off when I paused and tried to see if she’d let me come closer. Our attempt to get her and the kittens into the sun room seems to have backfired with her (though not with the kittens). She’s been more standoffish since then. It’s a shame. I wonder if that third kitten would have survived if they had been in the sun room, instead? Not knowing why it died makes it impossible to be sure.
… the boys are the complete opposite! While the females are getting harder to get close to, even at feeding time (I think Caramel has had her litter; she’s looking a bit skinnier this morning), more and more of the males are getting friendly! In the video above, there were six of them, but three more joined the fray. Not only is it a challenge to pet nine cats at the same time, but Syndol wanted me to pick him up and kept trying to climb up my shoulder!
He is such a sweet boy!
Speaking of sweet kitties, I was chatting with the Cat Lady yesterday. The Wolfman is still with them. He’s so gorgeous, there have been quite a few people interested in adopting him, but every time someone has come to see him, he makes strange and disappears! Which is so weird. He was always the more gregarious one among last year’s kittens that we brought inside. Going to the Cat Lady and all that vet care and treatment for his injured eye seems to have made him much less trusting. He has bonded with their younger daughter, though, and they adore him – in spite of the fact that he likes to destroy their plants! – so they’re not in any hurry to adopt him out.
The Cat Lady is burning out, though. She told me her phone goes off constantly, every day, with people wanting her to do something with strays to the north of us. She’s telling people, no more intakes. Part of the problem is, while there is a local branch of the Humane Society, she’s basically the only rescue specifically for our region. Right now, they’ve got so many cats that are pretty much unadoptable – too many medical needs – it’s pretty overwhelming, even with at least 7 or 8 people taking care of them. That fact that she’s still open to helping us is so greatly appreciated. There is the province wide rescue that she used to be connected with, but we won’t be going back to them. Aside from how badly they treated her, finding out that they were accusing us of deliberately breeding cats means we likely wouldn’t be getting help from them, anyhow. Plus, it seems the bigger a rescue gets, the less they become about the animals, and more about internal politics and drama.
So we do the best we can, and try not to put too much on the Cat Lady.
I’m glad that The Wolfman is with them, though, and his eye is all healed up. We couldn’t have done that for him. As it is, we’ve got two cats that need to see a vet, and we just don’t have the funds. Peanut Butter Cup concerns me. She still has leaky butt issues, though at least it’s not so liquid anymore, but she’s having increasing problems with her breathing. Not constant, but sometimes she sounds like she’s got stuffed sinuses, and starts coughing or sneezing. Something is definitely going on with her breathing. The fact that it comes and goes is curious.
Then there’s our old grandma that moved out here with us. She’s about 14 or 15 years old (we’re guessing she was about a year old when she first showed up on our balcony). There’s something bothering her with her mouth, so she’s not eating as much as she should be. She won’t let us look and see. I’ve been making a point of making sure she has soft food, including softening lysine enhanced kibble for her. She enjoyed the cat milk that was donated a while back, but we’re all out of that, and my goodness, those little boxes have gotten expensive! We pick some up when they are on sale, but that’s not often. We do what we can for them, and have to be satisfied with that. There’s no sense in angst-ing over something we have no control over. 🫤
Oh, there’s something we’d like to try one of these days; making “soup” for the cats. I found a recipe on the Furball Farm Cat Sanctuary website. They are for adult feral cats only, and I absolutely love their facilities! I’d love to make a smaller version for our own yard cats. It would be much easier to get those ladies spayed if we could get them into a giant fenced in haven!
Anyhow, this is their recipe.
“Soup” Recipe makes one blender 1 Tablespoon Lysine 1/4 cup pure pumpkin 10-12 cans pate/grilled/shredded cat food** 2 cups warm water** **actual measurements for these items can vary based on cat preference of soup consistency
We’d be doing this for the inside cats, and would probably do half the recipe. Maybe even a quarter, since it would be a supplemental treat. We have no pumpkin, though. The next time we’re at a grocery store, I’ll see if I can find canned pumpkin with nothing else added to it. I supposed we could make it without the pumpkin at first. Pumpkin is supposed to be helpful for loose stools, constipation and hair balls, and very little of it can go a long way. Something to try, anyhow!
It would also make it easier to dose the cats with lysine. I had found a new source of the fine powdered lysine that sticks to the kibble when tossed together, but it has disappeared. That’s two different brands that carried lysine in that form that have disappeared, since we started using it! I had to go back to another brand, which is more granular. It doesn’t like to stick to the kibble very well at all, and most ends up on the bottom of the kibble bin. Making the soup won’t help the outside cats any – we just can’t afford to feed the outside cats wet cat food as well as the inside cats. Plus, they hunt, so they don’t need it like the inside cats do. If we do end up making a fenced in sanctuary for them, though, that would change, to supplementing with wet cat food would be on the table.
What can I say.
We’re sucks for the cats.
Now, about winning that jackpot, to pay for all this…
The Saskatoons growing nearer the house are blooming now. As soon as we’re able, I want to get into that area and cut away the chokecherry, false spirea and other things that are crowding them.
The tiny plums we’ve got left in the yard are in full bloom right now. There’s two trees left and I’m hoping we can manage to keep at least one of them. We’ve had to cut away others that were spreading or dying. We plan to buy plum trees in the future, and some varieties need a wild plum nearby for cross pollination, so if we get one of those, it would be planted near these ones.
Our very first tulip has bloomed. There are quite a few other buds. I’m happy to say that the fence wire we’ve put around the tulip patch has been sufficient to keep the deer out! They really seem to love tulip flower buds.
In other areas, the garlic is coming up nicely. The strawberries we started from seed that are in the wattle weave bed are getting nice and big – bigger than the ones in the asparagus bed. Those ones, however, have started to show flower buds! No sign of the purple asparagus, though. I suspect we’ve lost those.
In the bed with the peas, carrots and spinach, I’ve now spotted a whole three pea shoots from the first planting of sugar snap peas.
The newly planted strawberries are mostly looking good. Seven of the nice transplants are showing definite growth. The other two either didn’t make it, or are further behind.
I did have a sad find this morning. When feeding the outside cats and seeing Broccoli out front, I went to the garden shed to check on her babies and leave some food for her while she was away.
I knew something was wrong as soon as I saw two of the babies had squirmed off the side of the self warming mat nest. It was a bit bunched up on one side, but where the fluffy top was exposed, I found the third kitten, dead. It was the smaller of the calicos. There was no sign of what caused its death.
As soon as I removed it, the black and white kitten squirmed its way back onto the fluffy part of the mat. I straightened it out a bit, so there was more of the top available for them, and left some kibble for their mother nearby.
Then I buried the little one in front of the stone cross on the edge of the spruce grove. I know this is a to be expected with semiferal cats, but it’s always sad to see. At least we don’t seem to be getting a repeat of last year. If I remember correctly, by this time, we’d already found the remains of at least two or three entire litters.
By about 10:30 or so, I was on my way to my mother’s. She wanted me to pick up lunch first. She was hoping that the grocery store would have their hot dinners available, but if not, she asked me to pick up some fried chicken at the gas station. It turned out they did have two dinners left – each with a piece of BBQ chicken, potato wedges and green beans. As I was getting them, I picked up a cold drink for myself. My mother always has tea, but I don’t want to use up my mother’s supplies. Normally, I’d have gotten a Monster energy drink, but I knew that would just get me lectured. So I got a coffee based energy drink. I figured that would be a safe thing to drink around her. I don’t normally drink coffee, but I do like coffee as a flavour, and that’s pretty much what these are.
When I got to my mother’s, she was very happy with the dinners, though she had made her own “salad”, brought that out and tried to make me eat it. I told her I was more than happy with the vegetables in the dinner.
Then she started complaining that the beans were undercooked. So I ate one.
They were prefectly al dente.
To my mother, they should be mushy.
I couldn’t even think that she preferred softer food because of her dentures, with the holes from missing teeth she refuses to fix, since the salad she made, and was eating instead of the beans, was made with celery and apples, and even crunchier than the beans.
Then, as we were eating, she got “that look”.
Oh, how I know that look. The nasty smirk and open condensation, just before she’s about to launch into some verbal abuse.
“You know that drinks are unhealthy, right?” she says to me.
And by “drinks”, she meant the can I was drinking from. She had no idea what I was actually drinking, but it was in a can, so it must be bad. This isn’t a new thing; shortly after we moved here, she came to visit and saw our recycling bag for aluminum. It had mostly V8 cans in it, but she started lecturing us about how we shouldn’t be drinking pop. We explained to her what V8 was, but I guess she didn’t believe us? She then brought up, for the next few years, how we drink too much pop, and that’s why I’m fat, based on her once seeing a recycling bag full of V8 cans.
At this point, I don’t think I’d been there for more than 15 minutes. So I just put my fork down and asked, is it time for me to leave? I pointed out that she didn’t even know what I was drinking (if she’d bothered to look, she would have seen that it was coffee based, and that it contained vitamins and herbs), that I was there for such a short time, and she was already attacking me.
At which point, she started crossing herself and told me, it was up to me if I wanted to go.
Uh huh.
She did, at least, stop finding things to attack me about.
Instead, she switched tactics. Since the dinners were chicken, she started talking about how my brother would come to the farm every week after work, and he would bring chicken dinners, but he doesn’t do that anymore. This would have been before she moved off the farm to where she is now, so more than 10 years ago. I told her, it’s good that now we’re at the farm, so he doesn’t have to make that long drive anymore. Oh, but he doesn’t even phone anymore! I just laughed and said, yes, he does. Just because you don’t remember it, that doesn’t mean it hasn’t happened. Then I suggested that what she really meant was, he doesn’t call her every day, like she wants him to. Which seems to have hit the mark with her, because she actually seemed to think about it and dropped the subject. Meanwhile, I know my brother has even told her outright, that it hurts him to call her, because she quickly starts attacking him for whatever is on her mind at the time. Her response is to start going on about “freedom of speech” and how she just says what’s on her mind, we need to forgive each other, and generally try to make herself to be the victim, and him into the mean one.
She doesn’t try that with me very much anymore. I call her out when she gets abusive now, so she’s cut it back quite a bit.
It did make for a much quieter than usual meal, though!
My mother has been having a harder time with her mobility, so we went over her list. Her writing is a mix of English and Polish, with the English spelled… creatively, so sometimes, I need to clarify. For example, I knew from an earlier conversation that she wanted corn meal, but on her list, she wrote in polish, corn flour. I clarified, and it turns out she didn’t know that there was such a thing as corn flour that is different from corn meal. She’ll also just say things like “fruit”, and I know it means to get what looks good or is on sale, and I know what kinds of fruit she likes. As we talked, though, she specifically asked for NO blueberries.
They get caught in the holes in her dentures! 😄
Fair enough!
Once I understood what she was looking for, I headed out and did her shopping for her. There is usually at least one thing I have to change up, for various reasons, and I make sure to explain the changes as I put things away.
Oh, there was one thing I couldn’t resist for myself while at the grocery store.
Every year, in the spring, there is a box of free pumpkin seeds at this grocery store. Each envelope has two seeds in it, and they limit it to one packet per person. This year, they came with a little pamphlet. The town has a pumpkin fest every year, and this year is their 100th. It included information about the variety of seeds (Rocket), growing instructions (can be direct sown or started indoors, with a pH around 6), and what to expect (pumpkins from 15-20 pounds in size). Mostly, though, they were encouraging students to grow pumpkins and enter them in the pumpkin fest contest, in various categories, for prize money. These aren’t for giant pumpkins, so the prizes are very small, but if it’s enough to get kids excited about growing things, that’s just bonus!
So I grabbed a packet. Once I’m done writing this, I’ll scarify them and start pre-germinating them. I have no intention of entering any contests, but some 20 pound pumpkins would be nice!
As I was leaving the grocery store, I was immediately blasted by high winds. A storm was moving in, so as soon as my mother’s groceries were put away, I said my goodbyes. I ended up driving into the storm, but the worst of it was past by the time I got home. We’ll definitely need to check for fallen branches – or fallen trees! – tomorrow.
Our gravel roads, however, are getting worse and worse. The municipality can’t even do anything about it, since they are too wet right now.
We’re going to need a break in the rain to cut the grass, too. It’s getting way too tall. Plus, we can always use more grass clippings for mulch!
We should be getting a one day break in the rain tomorrow, but more rain again, the day after. The grass will be too wet to cut, but we have to focus on getting the garden ready, anyhow.
Oh? Is that more thunder I hear?
According to the weather radar, we’re right in line for some heavy rain in a little bit.
I’m not complaining. This is supposed to be a drought year, and with how little snow we got this past winter, any rain we get now is a good thing!
Broccoli was eating at the kibble house, so I took a quick check.
She has not moved her babies!
The old garden shed is a good place for them, other than the fact that we actually still use it.
In other things, the rain started yesterday, off and on, and will continue throught today. No downpours or anything like that. Just intermittent light rain. Enough to make the ground too wet to work in the garden beds or process the felled spruced.
If my husband is up to it, there will be a trip into town for some blood work.
I don’t think he’s up to it.
One of my older daughters, however, has offered to treat us to some Chinese food today, so a trip to town is still a possibility!
That would be a nice treat on a wet and chilly day. 🩷
We are supposed to get rain this afternoon, which would be great, considering it is fire season right now, so I made sure to get some work done outside. As I was putting things away, I noticed Broccoli by the house, so I dashed around to check the garden shed.
Yes, the babies are still there! Which means there is still hope of socializing them. Broccoli seems to be content with her nest, though lately she won’t let me anywhere near her. Not even at feeding time. It is, however, normal for the yard cat mamas to move their kittens several times, before they get big enough that they start bringing them along to the kibble houses for solid food.
I was thinking of sticking to the brassica theme for naming the calicos. We started with Cabbages, then Broccoli. We’ve got Brussel and Sprout, who are even more feral than their mother. What should we name the two calicos here?
Boc and Choy?
Kohl and Rabi?
One of the calicos is quite a bit larger than her siblings. You can’t really see it in the photo, but her head is huge compared to the other two!
They are so flippin’ adorable. Broccoli makes beautiful babies!
We’ve got a much cooler day today – as I write this, it’s coming up on 1pm, and it’s still only 6C/39F, with a high of 13C/55F by about 6pm expected. I took full advantage of the cooler temperatures to get some things done! We’re supposed to start getting rain tomorrow, have more rain, off and on, over the next few days, so the more we can get done out there, the better!
The first job, of course, was to feed the yard cats. I counted 28 in total, I think. Knowing that we have kittens in the junk pile, I now put food out under the shrine, and even on the bench nearby. Which the Blue Jays appreciate… 🫤
Stinky, Hypotenose and Syndol were all pushing each other around, trying to get at pets!
I spotted Broccoli at the food bowls, so I interrupted my usual morning rounds and dashed to the garden shed.
I started taking out as many things as I could think to grab – garden stakes, hoses, netting, etc. I had to get under where the kittens were, so I lifted them all up in the self heating mat and set them on the ground as I worked. Once I got the stuff I thought I would need right away, I returned the tarp and the felted grow bags Broccoli has made her nest in, made sure it was flattened in such a way that no kittens would accidently roll off and get stuck somewhere, then carefully put them, still half snoozing, back in in their soft, fuzzy and warm mat.
By this time, Broccoli had come around the house and was watching me. When I was done and continued my rounds, she followed me around the garden. I’m hoping she will be okay with what I did, and not take her kittens away and hide them. By removing the stuff I did, I’m hoping we won’t need to open the door and disturb her and her babies for a while. I’ll still check on the, of course, but will try to do it only when I know Broccoli isn’t in there with them.
That done, I started doing garden related stuff. While rain may be on the way, we can’t count on it actually reaching us, so I did the watering. It looks like we finally have carrots sprouting, so I’ve moved the protective boards off of them. The German Butterball potatoes got the grass clipping mulch returned. I’m still putting the cover with the plastic on it over them, to keep the cats out. The garlic also got their mulch returned, now that they’re bigger, and watered.
After all the watering was done, I checked on the grapes. The false spirea growing nearby is trying to spread into them again, so I got some pruners to cut them away. Normally, I’d try to pull them up by the roots, but I can’t do that when they are right in with the grape vines.
Then I started clearing other spirea to clear more space around the grapes.
Before I knew it, I’d gone through the entire corner, clearing away dead false spirea, trimmed dead branches and last year’s flower husks, finding and clearing around a perennial flower that gets buried by the bushes every year, and really opening things up and cleaning them out.
The cats are very happy with this! They like to go under there. When they are in full leaf, it’s a shady spot they can hide in, and now it’s nice and clear of dead branches and twigs.
While the false spirea is leafing out, and the grapes are showing leaf buds, other things are further along. The “Mr. Honeyberry” haskap is in full bloom right now. I even saw a bumble bee among the flowers! The “Mrs. Honeyberry”, however, might have some leaves, not no flower buds yet. There’s no way proper cross pollination can happen, which means no berries.
*sigh*
The plum trees are blooming; they always bloom before they get their leaves. Quite a few tulips are showing flower buds, which is pretty awesome. The trees are also getting very green. So nice to see!
I look forward to getting back to work, when I get back from running errands!
Well, it seems we blew away the high that was forecast for today. My app says we are at 31C/88F out there, and it sure feels like it!
We kept an eye on the sunroom to see if Broccoli would find her kittens. They slept peacefully the entire time, so she had no reason to go in there, though she did show up briefly at the kibble house.
In this heat, the cats don’t have much appetite! They sure appreciated having the water bowls refilled with nice, cold well water!
After a few hours, though, I decided to give them a light feeding, making sure to make lots of noise when the kibble hit the metal food trays in the kibble house. The kibble house provides some shade, so those trays were empty, while there was still food out in other, more exposed, spots.
Broccoli did show up, but wouldn’t go to the kibble with us there. She ended up running behind the storage house, instead, and just sitting under a tree. Eventually, she came around the front again. We even brought the carrier with the kittens out, and made sure she could see them.
She behaved indifferent to them.
We left the top open on the carrier and put it in the shade by the kibble and water bowl shelters, then watched from the sunroom. She did eventually go for the tray under the water bowl house and eat for a while. While other cats were curious about the cat carrier and peaked inside, she did not, and eventually left for the back of the house, where the old garden shed is.
We tried moving the carrier into a shady spot there but, again, she ignored it. She then disappeared behind the garden shed, where I know the hole in the wall is, hidden by junk that needs to be hauled away.
In the end, we finally decided to put the kittens back, though we did lay out the self warming mat, first, so they couldn’t roll in between the grow bags and tarp that she had made a nest onto. I’ve got a timer on, and we’ll check them later. If they are still there, but look like they have not been tended to, we’ll probably bring them inside, get some kitten formula and start bottle feeding them. Unfortunately, at this point “good news” would be to find them gone. That would mean she has taken them to a new nest somewhere, and it caring for them. If she’s not there and they’re just peacefully sleeping, that hopefully means she nursed them and left them after they fell asleep.
*sigh*
It was worth a try, I guess. Broccoli is one of the cats that does sometimes let us pet her, while she is eating. We hoped that would make her easier to lure with her babies to where we can fully socialize her and care for her and her babies.
We shall see how it turns out.
In other things, we had ourselves a strange mystery that was solved late last night. A mystery that had us worried about plumbing issues again!
My daughter went into the kitchen, and discovered a large puddle of water on the floor between the sink and the fridge. Our floors are not level, so that is where any spilled liquid pools. We had no idea where it came from, and thought maybe a pot that was soaking in the sink, but was not on the side counter, had been knocked over. My husband was the last person in the kitchen. He had emptied the pot and set it aside so he had room to use the tap, but there had been no water on the floor. This was maybe 20 minutes before my daughter found the puddle.
We cleaned it up with a towel and my daughter checked under the sink, but it was all dry.
Not long after, I went into the kitchen, and there was another puddle. So I cleaned that up, too.
While going to the washing machine with the wet towel, however, I walked past our big bottle of drinking water. It has one of those syphon pumps to get at the water. When we took the old dishwasher out of the kitchen, we set it in front of the counter that is a divider between the kitchen and the dining room, intending to add it to the junk pile. We put shelves under the counter on the dining room side, and the dishwasher covered the one that had storage cubes filled with winter hats, scarves, gloves, etc. The cats were determined to tear the cubes apart and dig into them, and the old dishwasher blocked it almost perfectly. Some more determined cats still managed to claw in behind it, but for the most part, it does the job. This dishwasher it the kind that you attach to a kitchen tap when in use, then unhook and store to the side when not in use, so it has a fake butcher block top. That turned out to be perfect to hold our jug of drinking water.
As I walked past it, I found a big splash of water on the floor, under the spout. It was as if someone – or something – had pushed down on the pump, with nothing under the spout. We try to make it inaccessible, but it’s possible a cat had decided to get onto the counter and then jumped on it? Another mystery!
So I cleaned that mess up, too.
Some time later, I went into the kitchen again, and sure enough, another puddle was forming. This time, however, I could see that the water was leaking out from under the counter. This counter, like the ones on either side of the oven, can be moved – at least it could be moved, if it didn’t have a sink and water pipes running through the bottom, and a drain pipe that goes to one side, before going down to the basement.
I checked the pipes in the basement.
Everything there was dry. If there were a leak in the pipes between the bottom of the cupboards and the floor, there would be water dripping through at the pipes. There was nothing.
So where was the water coming from?
The only way to know for sure would be to look under the floor of the cupboard. The only way we could think of was to cut a hole through the floor of the cupboard, and we sure didn’t want to do that.
I cleaned up the new mess and this time, left a towel on the floor.
With there being a solar storm and the expectation of incredible Northern Lights, I decided to take a couple of hours nap, then get up around 11 or so to go out and see the lights. By the time I got up, my younger daughter had gone to bed, but her sister was just gearing up for a night of working on commissions. She wanted to go out with me to see the Northern Lights, first.
As we were getting ready to go out is when we discovered a cat had gotten onto the dining table and knocked my bowl of pea seeds over. We found as many as we could and those got tucked away. My daughter checked on the wet area in the kitchen floor. The towel I’d left was quite wet, but it kept another puddle from forming.
I was getting a tripod ready at the dining table when I happened to look towards the entry…
… and spotted another big splash of water on the floor.
I told my daughter that I’d already cleaned a similar mess up earlier, and couldn’t figure out how the water was splashing like that.
She asked if it was possible this was where the water in the kitchen was from.
There was nowhere near enough water on the floor for that.
What if we move the dishwasher?
As I was fussing around the water bottle to see, I checked the mat under it. We have it resting on one of those microfiber absorbent dish drying mats.
It was soaking wet!
We moved the dishwasher and, sure enough, there was water under it.
The water jug had a leak. I’m guessing a split in the seam from the mold that formed it, but we couldn’t actually see a hole. I guess once the mat was saturated, it started dripping onto the floor, creating the splash I was finding. Then, because the floors on this old house are so uneven, the water drained under the counter until it pooled in the middle of the kitchen floor.
Which was honestly the best possible reason for the water we were finding! Not a plumbing issue at all.
There was an empty water jug set aside to dry, so my daughter and I emptied the leaking jug into it and cleaned things up.
We also put another towel behind the dishwasher and pushed it back in place. We can’t not have it there, without finding some way to protect the things in the shelve it’s covering. I’m seriously considering getting storage bins for the stuff, then leaving the shelf empty for the cats to climb in!
Once that was all taken care of, my daughter and I finally went out to see the Northern Lights.
We didn’t even try to bring out the old DSLR, and just used my phone, on “pro”, and played around with the settings. To the naked eye, the Northern Lights basically just looked like whitish light to us. My daughter could see hints of pinks and green. The camera, with different ISOs, shutter speed, etc., could pick up the colours we couldn’t see – all sorts of greens and purples and pinks. It was very dramatic! I’m glad we did it. The last time we had a major light show like this, I slept through it.
I’m glad I was out to see them, but it meant for a very short night, since my younger daughter and I were set to be outside early to get work done. It’s coming up on 6pm as I write this, and I’m trying very hard not to fall asleep at my computer! We’ve cooled down to 29C/84F and could that be thunder I’m hearing out my window? Why yes! Yes it is!
Oh, darn. I just checked the weather radar. There are lots of scattered little storms out there, and they are all missing us.
I’m sure hearing some nice, loud, thunder right now, though!
Meanwhile, as I was working on this, my timer went off and my daughter and I went to check on the kittens. They are still in the garden shed, sprawled all over the blanket we left with them. I spotted Broccoli some distance away, loafed on a pile of logs, watching us. So she does seem to know they are there. I’ve reset my timer, and we will check on them again.
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