5 cups of coffee today. gf made me 2, the last 3 at coffee shop on way to school.
Dream this morning: I was standing on a high hill, and I looked out across several miles of primordial jungle at a mountain that rose out of the distant mist. The entrance to the jungle was a low small wicket gate entwined by green ivy bearing shiny orange fruit similar in shape to carrots. There was a shaman who lived as a hermit in the forest on the mountain. His name was Paluma (note to self: google "paluma"). GF and I were told he could cure us (of some unknown condition). Upon enter the jungel, we had to call his name so 1) the tribe he was revered by wouldnt' attack us, 2) hopefully he would make himslef visible. Crawled though the gate and entered the forest and made our way toward the mountain. The fact that there was no trail and that the vegetation was dense made navigation difficult. We progressed in the direction we thought we had seen the mountain.
Later inthe dream, looking at a wrod list for Paluma's or the tribes language (transliterated into the Latin letters). memory of this is fuzzy. Odd words or proper nouns like "Paluma," galumamaco, galumamaho, galuma. Not only ismy memory fuzzy, but hte letters kept rearranging themselves on the page. I grew frustrated and quit trying to learn their language.
On my bike ride home from work today, I noticed my chain clicking. I pulled off the road into a pullout at a park. A tiny white rabbit scampered under a shed. The rabbit was shaggy, had floppy ears that hung down, and had a pug nose. I bent down and looked under the shed adn called the rabbit for a moment. It actually came out and hopped up to me. Before I could catch it, it shied back under the shed. Obviously somebody's former pet. I called it some more and it came out a couple more tiems, but each time, it was too quick to catch. With all the dogs running loose, coyotes, and even cats ,this little bunny doens't have a chance. Easter is over. (Baby rabbits are often given to children as gifts for the Easter holidya in the US.) After trying for a couple of minutes, I thought that if I could get under the shed, I mihgt catch the bunny. So I lifted it (300 - 400#) and deftly put a log under it with my foot to hold it up on its back edge. I crawled underneath but couldnt find the rabbit at this point. I gave up after several minutes, removed the log and set the shed back down on its foundation, and continued home, stopping once at a "head shop" to bought some Kratom.
Eloise cat greeted me with several happy chirps wehn I came hoem today. Now she is sitting on the tiki bar beside my laptop at which I type and drink a pint of ale. She is doing much better, but limps. hope the limp will not be permanent. Her energy level is nearly normal. For a while after the injury, the other cat, a fat white and orange tabby named Fig, was bossing her - chasing her from a favorite chair, the yoga mat, and the other "top (alpha) cat spots." This was unusual since Fig has always been the beta cat. But after the injury, she has been palying the dominant alpha role.
These were indoor/outdoor cats. Not pampered indoor pets. Unfortunately an no longer let the cats go outside unatt3ended. Thought this neighborhood was free of viscious dogs. Why is it that viscious dogs run loose here? Children, cats, not to mention dogs shitting in yards and digging up my compost pile and gettign into the garbage. With a bell to warn birds, cats are harmless.
What animal did it? Here's the list of suspects:
Next door neighbor's falcon: Ruled out. The wounds line up with a medium sized jaw. Not a beak or talons.
Coyote? A few months ago, a coyote came into the back yard, and upon seeing him, Eloise arched her back, raised her tail, and charged, half sideways and hair-on-end, growling and snorting with rage. The coyote fled with his tail between his legs! It happened so fast, I didnt' have time to grab a stick and chase him away. That combined with what the vet said (cat will not survive a coyote attack) can rule out coyotes.
Next door neighbor's dog Rowsby? I don't trust him. He watches the cats, sometimes pretending not to, but always watching out of the corner of his eye. One time he chased them.
Other neighbors' dogs? Plenty of them running loose. So maybe. Cant rule them out.
Dream this morning: I was standing on a high hill, and I looked out across several miles of primordial jungle at a mountain that rose out of the distant mist. The entrance to the jungle was a low small wicket gate entwined by green ivy bearing shiny orange fruit similar in shape to carrots. There was a shaman who lived as a hermit in the forest on the mountain. His name was Paluma (note to self: google "paluma"). GF and I were told he could cure us (of some unknown condition). Upon enter the jungel, we had to call his name so 1) the tribe he was revered by wouldnt' attack us, 2) hopefully he would make himslef visible. Crawled though the gate and entered the forest and made our way toward the mountain. The fact that there was no trail and that the vegetation was dense made navigation difficult. We progressed in the direction we thought we had seen the mountain.
Later inthe dream, looking at a wrod list for Paluma's or the tribes language (transliterated into the Latin letters). memory of this is fuzzy. Odd words or proper nouns like "Paluma," galumamaco, galumamaho, galuma. Not only ismy memory fuzzy, but hte letters kept rearranging themselves on the page. I grew frustrated and quit trying to learn their language.
On my bike ride home from work today, I noticed my chain clicking. I pulled off the road into a pullout at a park. A tiny white rabbit scampered under a shed. The rabbit was shaggy, had floppy ears that hung down, and had a pug nose. I bent down and looked under the shed adn called the rabbit for a moment. It actually came out and hopped up to me. Before I could catch it, it shied back under the shed. Obviously somebody's former pet. I called it some more and it came out a couple more tiems, but each time, it was too quick to catch. With all the dogs running loose, coyotes, and even cats ,this little bunny doens't have a chance. Easter is over. (Baby rabbits are often given to children as gifts for the Easter holidya in the US.) After trying for a couple of minutes, I thought that if I could get under the shed, I mihgt catch the bunny. So I lifted it (300 - 400#) and deftly put a log under it with my foot to hold it up on its back edge. I crawled underneath but couldnt find the rabbit at this point. I gave up after several minutes, removed the log and set the shed back down on its foundation, and continued home, stopping once at a "head shop" to bought some Kratom.
Eloise cat greeted me with several happy chirps wehn I came hoem today. Now she is sitting on the tiki bar beside my laptop at which I type and drink a pint of ale. She is doing much better, but limps. hope the limp will not be permanent. Her energy level is nearly normal. For a while after the injury, the other cat, a fat white and orange tabby named Fig, was bossing her - chasing her from a favorite chair, the yoga mat, and the other "top (alpha) cat spots." This was unusual since Fig has always been the beta cat. But after the injury, she has been palying the dominant alpha role.
These were indoor/outdoor cats. Not pampered indoor pets. Unfortunately an no longer let the cats go outside unatt3ended. Thought this neighborhood was free of viscious dogs. Why is it that viscious dogs run loose here? Children, cats, not to mention dogs shitting in yards and digging up my compost pile and gettign into the garbage. With a bell to warn birds, cats are harmless.
What animal did it? Here's the list of suspects:
Next door neighbor's falcon: Ruled out. The wounds line up with a medium sized jaw. Not a beak or talons.
Coyote? A few months ago, a coyote came into the back yard, and upon seeing him, Eloise arched her back, raised her tail, and charged, half sideways and hair-on-end, growling and snorting with rage. The coyote fled with his tail between his legs! It happened so fast, I didnt' have time to grab a stick and chase him away. That combined with what the vet said (cat will not survive a coyote attack) can rule out coyotes.
Next door neighbor's dog Rowsby? I don't trust him. He watches the cats, sometimes pretending not to, but always watching out of the corner of his eye. One time he chased them.
Other neighbors' dogs? Plenty of them running loose. So maybe. Cant rule them out.
