My little guard cat

So we made a little pen in the yard for the cats. (the vet thought Cosmo may be happier if he could fulfill his natural instinct to prowl and hunt without getting hurt).  Today both cats were in the pen when the foxes decided to cross the yard.  Well, Shelby stood looking at the fox and the fox stood looking at her.  They both went up to the fence and started chattering at each other - it wasn't really growling, but it wasn't friendly either.  Cosmo and the second fox were standing off behind their respective partners.  I clapped and shooed the foxes away.  All was good for a few minutes until the foxes decided they still wanted to cross.  They tried giving the pen a wide berth but Shelby went right up to the fence and yattered at them.  The foxes got split, one started to head back to the den and the other was on the side of the yard.  The far one circled around the shed, waiting for his buddy.  Shelby decided they were still a threat and jumped over the pen fence and chased the fox.  I jumped over the fence and chased Shelby.  Luckily she stopped when she got to the edge of our yard.  The fox kept going.  Needless to say, that was the end of the cats' outside time today.  My little guard cat thought she was just keeping us safe.

Time for some gardening

In spite of the hail yesterday, I think it is time to head out to the garden and plant the spinach seeds.  No doubt that the cats will come out and help.  With a little tender care maybe we'll get some yummy veggies again this year.

2011's harvest

Happy Star Wars Day!

May The Fourth Be With You!

The fox and the coat

While I was sitting at my sewing machine tonight, looking out the front window, I noticed that my down-filled coat was out in the middle of the mud lawn.  The coat was stuffed in it's sack and inside two reused ziplock bags - it's water-proofing from camp this past weekend.  But what it was doing on the other side of the driveway was beyond me.  I had left it on the porch with the rest of my smelly wet camp stuff.  Then I saw the fox come down the drive way and head over to my coat.  It sniffed it, and then peed on it to mark it. Thankfully it was protected by those ziplock bags.  I tried banging on the window, but the fox didn't even look up.  I went outside and 'yelled' at the fox.  The fox walked a few steps and then looked at me.  I went to get my coat and noticed that ziplocks had a lot of chew marks in them.  Like the fox had picked up my stuffed coat in it's mouth and walked off with it.  I was wondering if it thought it was it's baby or something.  Then I noticed the label on the ziplocks I had reused.... Sockeye Salmon......  go figure.