Saturday, June 17, 2006
Catch-up post--Friday
I was very very pleased to check into our room at the Econolodge last night and find out we could hook up to wireless internet. BUT I was severely zosted, so I just read some LJ Flist and jumped into bed.
But now, further details, as interpreted from notes made as I typed at a wooden picnic table by the beam of a flashlight clutched under my chin. Just like the old time pioneers did.
It was quite windy and hot much of the day (Shake and Bake!), as I think I mentioned when I was complaining about the air conditioning giving out on us. Luckily, years of living in southeastern Colorado have given me pretty good wind-rider skills. The trick is to not over-compensate when you unexpectedly drive past any sort of windbreak and abruptly get a reminder that you have been steering into the gale, and suddenly need not.
A few miles from Dodge City there is a small but very neat and pleasant little town called Wright. Since this is Mike's last name, of course we had to go after the photo op.
The picture would be funnier if Mike were taller, but OH WELLLL.
Here's a pic of Souvenir, trying to figure out how to eat a slice of turkey (which is another hint as to how very young he is--we had to give him the crash course in eating and drinking). As you can see, he is a gray tabby. He's a longhair, and has at some point been wulled around by a small dog or a bigger cat, as he has (healed) spots where something grabbed his skin hard enough to remove fur. (No, I don't think it's ringworm, mange or mites--I've seen all those and this isn't any of them.)
Something that amazed me, especially considering his young age (his eyes haven't even lost the baby blue color!) was that he woke us in the night that first night, crying and trying to scrabble out over the glass of the partly opened windows. When I couldn't soothe him, I finally tried putting him out on the ground, intending to follow and find him a snack. But what he had WANTED was OUT. To pee in the dirt of the little drive! TWICE!
That is my idea of a cat with extremely desirable instincts.
But now, further details, as interpreted from notes made as I typed at a wooden picnic table by the beam of a flashlight clutched under my chin. Just like the old time pioneers did.
It was quite windy and hot much of the day (Shake and Bake!), as I think I mentioned when I was complaining about the air conditioning giving out on us. Luckily, years of living in southeastern Colorado have given me pretty good wind-rider skills. The trick is to not over-compensate when you unexpectedly drive past any sort of windbreak and abruptly get a reminder that you have been steering into the gale, and suddenly need not.
A few miles from Dodge City there is a small but very neat and pleasant little town called Wright. Since this is Mike's last name, of course we had to go after the photo op.
The picture would be funnier if Mike were taller, but OH WELLLL.
Here's a pic of Souvenir, trying to figure out how to eat a slice of turkey (which is another hint as to how very young he is--we had to give him the crash course in eating and drinking). As you can see, he is a gray tabby. He's a longhair, and has at some point been wulled around by a small dog or a bigger cat, as he has (healed) spots where something grabbed his skin hard enough to remove fur. (No, I don't think it's ringworm, mange or mites--I've seen all those and this isn't any of them.)
Something that amazed me, especially considering his young age (his eyes haven't even lost the baby blue color!) was that he woke us in the night that first night, crying and trying to scrabble out over the glass of the partly opened windows. When I couldn't soothe him, I finally tried putting him out on the ground, intending to follow and find him a snack. But what he had WANTED was OUT. To pee in the dirt of the little drive! TWICE!
That is my idea of a cat with extremely desirable instincts.
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