Still working, and have passed the half way mark on this bowl of Watch City Queequeg’s Moby Dick Series in a slight bend smooth brown post WWII 1940s Sasieni Ivory 101 Westminster diplomat with a black vulcanite saddle stem.
Lost some work time dealing the Feral Cat Carousel a few hours back. Everybody except for Shy Stripesy was here even though it was raining lightly. I had to let Daisy the Feral Princess in to eat so she wouldn't bother Abner the Eager. Then, Tomato the Brave decided Abner shouldn't eat in his territory, so I had to let him in the house, too. Once I fed Abner, Sam the Scamp showed up. I picked him up, went inside the house and out the front door to feed Sam so nobody would bother him. Then, Daisy wanted out because she wanted chase Abner and Sam away (hardly the first time she's had that attitude), and had to block her from going out. She went back to the kitchen, and Tomato gave her the "You can wait until I finish eating, Miss Prima Donna" look, even though he had finished eating. I had to keep both inside until Abner and Sam ate or risk them getting chased off. I guess neither rain nor sleet nor snow will stop self-entitled ferals from their appointed rounds.
Lost some work time dealing the Feral Cat Carousel a few hours back. Everybody except for Shy Stripesy was here even though it was raining lightly. I had to let Daisy the Feral Princess in to eat so she wouldn't bother Abner the Eager. Then, Tomato the Brave decided Abner shouldn't eat in his territory, so I had to let him in the house, too. Once I fed Abner, Sam the Scamp showed up. I picked him up, went inside the house and out the front door to feed Sam so nobody would bother him. Then, Daisy wanted out because she wanted chase Abner and Sam away (hardly the first time she's had that attitude), and had to block her from going out. She went back to the kitchen, and Tomato gave her the "You can wait until I finish eating, Miss Prima Donna" look, even though he had finished eating. I had to keep both inside until Abner and Sam ate or risk them getting chased off. I guess neither rain nor sleet nor snow will stop self-entitled ferals from their appointed rounds.
