I'm pretty sure Ginger was there today. And now she feels exactly like I did Friday night when Ankiel hit that home run.

You've been talky meat the last 24 hours.

Last night I learned that mixing drinks in the dark (bar table was outside on the unlit deck) is a surefire way to get metaphorically knocked ass over teakettle. The strength varied so much, and that last one....well, I decided it was time for me to go home to bed. Whee! My apple crisp was a huge hit. The hostess's grandmother had thirds and I am to give her the recipe. Which is so lazy it is almost embarrassinh, but honestly, I think the magic was the apples. I had at least 3 varieties: stayman and the other two I forget. I looked for tart and crispy and sharp in the descriptions.

Despite the dark-mixed-drinks, felt fine this morning and my 2 mile swim was a very good one (sometimes it is an effort. Sometimes everything flows. This was one of those times.)

Today also was the debut of Loki's new purple! harness and leash. There is some backing up and drunk walking, but for the most part, the lure of the great outdoors proved too much. It'll take some time. TWICE strangers asked me if she was pregnant. No HE'S just fat. He is on a diet, damnit! And maybe this will help...

He's a lot more defensive outside. When someone he didn't know approached, he went all halloween cat and HISSED. I don't think he's ever hissed inside. Ok, maybe when he's scared himself. And then he met Kittyboy, who has never met a cat he didn't like and vice versa. And he met Loki. Who went all halloween cat and warning caterwauls. Poor Kittyboy was confused and kept following us. I guess to Loki, his housemates are not scary, but all others are.

And then he came in and barfed up grass all over my freshly cleaned floors.

What I also found interesting was that when one of my neighbors who has taken care of Loki came up, he went right to her. Clearly, he remembers her. In sad news, their old dog, the one I took care of, died today. She was just glad he went in his sleep, no vet visit required.

So now I am the crazy lady walking a cat on a leash.

Maybe I should try my guys out in the backyard on harnesses and leashes. There are two strays in the hood and I just had to shoo them out of yard yowling at each other. I want to live trap them, make sure they are fixed and up on shots and see if they would start feeding in our front yard.

Clothes all folded. Now knitting.

Fyi TAR is running late. At least 45 min.

See if a nearby ag school has a TNR program. You might be able to get traps and services from them. My parents are giving birth control to the mama feral who they feed. They've TNR'd the rest of the crew (two of their current cats are her offspring) but they haven't been able to trap her after years of trying. So she gets a weekly tuna treat laced with BC. Which find kinda hilarious, but it is working.

eta: [link] This is the NMSU one. I think my parents got trap from them, but their personal vet is doing all the rest. He gives them a group discount, heh.

What does TNR mean, sara?

We were at the IKEA outside Philly yesterday and learned that a bunch of stray cats apparently live in their underground parking garage. The guy we talked to said they'd tried to catch them dozens of times and have had no luck.

Okay, I managed to get a bit of stuff done between games. My Columbus Day project is the woodshed. Cleared it out today, except the shelf. Tomorrow I'll finish clearing and put in the new floor.

Trap and release.

Trap, Neuter, Release. If you can't tame them and rehome them, it's a lot better to have a stable, nonprocreating cat colony.

Ah! Thank you.