Well, I’m back to sewing – getting back into the blogging groove is taking a bit more effort. The renovations are far from finished and most of what is left are things that I cannot do. Neither, apparently, can anyone else. I believe our deck has been cursed.
Last week we made the quick trip (less than a week) north to Fort St. John to visit the in-laws. I enjoy this annual trek, but it’s a 10-hour drive one-way. It’s starting to become a little too much driving to do in one day. We lived in and around Fort St. John for many years and still have lots of friends there, 11 years later.
We left Rusty and Ginger in the care of our next door neighbour, and it appears that they were mostly good. Nothing pulled off the wall like last year. No surprises to clean up, although our neighbour told me that one morning they got into a drawer and pulled everything out of it. Now, this is a favourite sport of theirs and they do it whether we’re here or not. Ginger grabs the drawer pull and hangs on it, knowing that it will slide open far enough for them to get their grubby little paws in. Rusty is usually on the counter to be first in line – bags, ribbons, pencils, shelf liner – you name it, it’s our junk drawer.
Usually, they’re sitting in the windows waiting for us if we’ve been away for a long time. No sign of them this time. No one greeted us at the front door – not a good sign. I called their names and Rusty finally appeared before we had the chance to climb the stairs to the living room. But no Ginger. She was lounging in her cat bed on the couch, giving us two “hairy eyeballs”. That didn’t last long, though. First supper, then a few scritches and pets and they were both happy to cuddle with us again. The third picture is Rusty draped protectively over the junk drawer!
Until next time,
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