2015 - Day 186/179 - Sunday...

For those of you that have been asking (thanks for that), Barney is (seemingly) alive and well and exhibiting a healthy appetite. Every night, after Jody and the girl dog have been out in the dog run, I go and put out a third-of-a-can of canned cat food for her, as a supplement to the dried food that Jody keeps out there. Lately, the plate has been licked clean, and the ants have taken up residence elsewhere. I think the ants were a problem because of all the rain, but they seem to have moved on. I was heading out to one of the back sheds this morning to do something (it is all a blur now) and there she was, her royal cat highness, perched in one of her favorite spots, on top of the Polaris so she can survey her domain with the least bit of effort. Needless to say, she was not at all pleased that I was going to move the Polaris, and she was not at all pleased later on in the day when she was unceremoniously evicted from a variety of hidey-holes here and as all manner of motorized and mechanized implements of destruction caused her to be awakened while the sun was shining, as she (most likely) prefers the nocturnal haunting of the property. Such is life, and such is the life of a barn cat out on the edge of nowhere.

I'll tell you something creepy, and that is how long the muscle contractions of a dead snake can keep going. As I reported earlier (for those of you that are also on Facebook, the long dead thing (formerly known as a snake) presented its' bounty of nest eggs to us early this morning via caesarian, and I retrieved the head part and it was still wiggling around. We put the body (sans nest eggs) in the back of the Polaris, and later when I deposited it in the trash can (along with the chicken that went on the the big nesting box in the sky earlier in the week) the snake torso was still flexing and it freaked me out. That loud girlish shriek (is that how you spell it?)
you heard was, well...

But, a lot of grass got cut today, lots of trimming done, all in all a really good day, if I do say so myself. Now it will soon be time to self-medicate and go off to slumber-ville.

Deeds, Actions, Changes, FREAKING, Kindnesses, Whirled Peas, FUN!