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I would like a slightly less interesting life.

So. Earthquake last Tuesday which did nothing more than cosmetic damage to the Manor, hallelujah. Although the town of Mineral, VA was hit REALLY hard — NPR was reporting that four homes were destroyed and 200 took at least moderate damage. Given that in the 2000 census, there were only 196 homes in Mineral, I suspect that pretty much every home in town was touched.

Then, of course, Hurricane Irene. She passed by the Manor at her closest point of approach last night. Late in the afternoon we got all the silkies but two into dog crates in the shed. One refused to be caught but since he had the sense to go into the chicken house and stay dry and warm, we weren’t that worried. One, Amon, was in something of a bad way — borderline hypothermic from not having the sense to go in and dry off and being a small pullet, so she came in the house to spend the night under a heat lamp. She’ll get a bath later and more time inside to dry off before she moves back home, since she hasn’t preened herself back to fluffy respectability yet. But she’s looking brighter and more interested in the world, so that’s all right.

We also brought both Briar Rose and Becket (the ginormous orange tom who has decided that being feral isn’t all that much fun compared to getting love and gooshyfud from thumb monkeys) into the bathroom, and they’ll be staying inside to get vetted. Briar Rose has a home lined up already but Becket does not. He needs someone who understands about formerly feral cats and letting them do things at their own pace — my friend Steph would be a perfect home for him so really I just need to convince her. I think she’s softening up but comments of support and celebration that she has a new cat might be helpful. Well, so would a home where someone wants Becket but doesn’t need convincing.

We were supposed to be in Philadelphia this weekend delivering Coriander to her new home, but Irene rather threw a spike into that. So that’s all been pushed to next weekend, and we have kittens for another week (we’re dropping off Constantine en route to Philly).

And then hopefully life will settle down into more of an autumn routine vice this non-stop stream of excitement. A girl can dream, anyway.

5 thoughts on “I would like a slightly less interesting life.

  1. I am VERY glad the damage to the Manor was cosmetic. I had been concerned about that for you.

    You are most awesome for catching both Briar Rose and Becket, and for winning Becket’s trust. I hope both are happy in their new homes.

  2. I am SO glad you brought the adult cats inside! And so glad they let you! Did they fuss at you during the process? AND I’m so SO freakin’ glad you weren’t on the road this weekend.

    Steph, if you read this, I’m pulling for you to adopt Beckett. With Andrea and Daniel’s help, he’s made a choice that people aren’t so bad. That’s a huge deal. He needs you. :)

  3. Andrea, from the depths of my heart I love you and have always loved you from my world of reported stories where you hold a quite preeminent place.

    You are wondersome and do amazing amounts of god and besides, you are also fun. And your chicken are awesome.

    But we have 5 cats already. We do not need a sixth. We really, really do not :)

    (Stephanie’s worst half)

    1. Hi Alex! :D But see, the thing is, he needs people who understand feral kitties. And also if we keep him, there are going to be six cats in our 1000 sq ft house, with only two people to deal out the love. Clearly your house is much better positioned to have six cats. :D

  4. Dang, did I miss your visit to Philly? No, right? Are you bringing any dogs for me to smoosh?

    In all seriousness, I will be painting my new apartment’s floors this weekend, but will be around if it is not to creepy to suggest the chance of having coffee/tea?

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