Just as i was preparing to make good on my promise to post last weekend one of those nasty thieves trolled their way onto my computer fooled me into clicking the wrong button and hijacked my machine for a day. It was Sunday i was at Greenwood which means i could not immediately go to my favorite techy guys for help and comfort.
i eventually figured out what to do (boot up in safe mode to take control and run the virus scan to kick the creepy scoundrol out) but i will just say this:
it was exhausting. And i really don't like mean people.
Since the machine is my livelihood and even tho i have a (slow, old) back up i was in tense, Oh-NO mode for 2 days.
And i still took my machine to the boys to check it out. Just to make sure.
All's well that ends well and i learned my lesson (look more carefully if/when there is a next time before clicking).
Gratefully, it was solved easily and quickly. No terminal damage no credit card/precious identity stolen.
So...that there is my doctor's note explaining my absense. i will be making up those delayed posts soon. In the meantime i want to share two of the magnificent skies we've had
and a sunset
Very soon maybe before the next sunset i will make good on my promise...
'tis been a busy couple of weeks and i promise this weekend i will post an update to the kitty chronicles show off a few of my wares share a yummy soup with all of you dear friends and visit your blogs.
In the meantime i want to share this (penned by annoymous):
May your stuffing be tasty May your turkey plump, May your potatoes and gravy Have nary a lump. May your yams be delicious And your pies take the prize, And may your Thanksgiving dinner Stay off your thighs!
And i want to say this, to all my dear friends who come here
Thank you for visiting it means so very much to have your company!
The oldest guy, Spike who is 18 (!) and cherishes his privacy
wanted nothing to do with the new little boy, Junior (shame on me--i still don't have a good photo of this little scamp) who stalked the black cat constantly.
It got pretty intense around here. No blood, but plenty of fur flying and lots of yelling at each other everytime Junior ventured upstairs to find and stalk the phantom he could only catch glimpses of.
The screeching yells of a surprised-shocked-indignant cat who has just been pounced upon by a brash youngster can be nerve wracking, to say the least. And it is not a lot of fun trying to extricate a terrified young cat who has wedged himself under the bed and against the wall in the middle of the night.
He would never admit it but Spike is much more active (and happier) since the hide 'n seek games with Junior. He often races around upstairs flying up to the stair railings and skidding across the hardwood floors stopping to look down the stairs at Junior then flying off to hide... only to emerge with tail held high in triumph after Junior fled.
My life changed a lot too. i was literally wearing out the carpet on the stairs tending two litter boxes. One, upstairs one, down and refilling two sets of water and food bowls twice a day... because that handsome, spoiled rotten black cat flatly refuses to go downstairs anymore.
The truth was becoming crystal clear: it will be some time before we achieve detente around here. And a mad cat who knows he is beloved and refuses to go downstairs to use the litter box leaves one with only one choice: Give in.
Junior became very clingy to his humans. He was clearly lonely and very bummed out that the senior feline resident is paws-off for the time being.
So as counter-intuitive as it may seem the thought of adopting a third fur ball/kitten/buddy for Junior's sake and ours kept coming to mind. Apparently, i gave words to that thought in the company of a friend who volunteers at Antler Ridge, a wild animal rescue charity.
Next thing you know there is a phone call "Didn't you say Junior needed a friend? Wouldn't you like to meet a sweet young cat who must have gotten lost during Irene and showed up on our doorstep?"
Half an hour later we are holding this sweet young thing who snuggled into my arm purring loudly.
Four hours later after a visit to the vet we have a third litter box and feeding station set up in the back room and i'm searching for a basket and warm rug for Lucy
Isn't she pretty? Doesn't she look sweet and mellow? Yes, well... Junior has his paws full.