At Last

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So you know how when you move to a really cool place you think you will have a lot of visitors from home. Well, when we finally quit begging, we have finally started having guests. Actually Purgatory Ski Resort has started to have guests but we are taking what we can get.

Sadly, after our guests head back to Texas, it tends to snow. Go figure. Yet that doesn’t
stop us from boring them with our favorite sites and events. We get so excited to show off things we love about living in Colorado until we see that their eyes have glazed over. Yet we are thankful that they took the time and effort it takes to travel so far.

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We loved sharing all the wildlife that we feed with our grandchildren. It is amazing if
you aren’t accustomed to seeing squirrels bicker and tussle on your deck. There are so many different birds with all their crazy needs and antics.
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220px-Raccoon_climbing_in_tree_-_Cropped_and_color_correctedWe have raccoons that sneak in onto the deck at night and eat theIMG_0153 bird and squirrel food making sure to destroy the bird feeders. We have resorted to using metal pet bowls for feeding both birds and squirrels. In the past, Rocky Raccoon helped himself to the cat treats in the rounder cabinet. He came through the kitchen window after removing the screen. I supposed the cats revealed the location. They are fascinated but not afraid.

 

s-l225We gave away all the grandchildren’s toys when we left Texas so the three visiting kiddos had no toys to play with. Kids are resilient though, they played with some vintage glass candy that I had in a dish on the end table the entire time they were here. We also have 9 small aquariums with fish, frogs, and shrimp so that had an entertainment factor. Snow and skiing were an added plus, of course. For the adults we have great restaurant’s and micro breweries. We also hit the hot springs for leisure and relaxation.

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Our youngest daughter is pretty darn amazing. She and her husband were in sync and orchestrated the kids care, entertainment and even cooked and cleaned up after. I do have to give their oldest daughter and her friend credit here for helping with the kids and dishes. They all made everything so effortless.

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P3 is here for a month and his mom will be coming to pick him up so we will get to spend a week with her. If we could just get our son and his family here but life keeps interfering. However, it is something more to look forward to.

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Temper Tantrums Yodi

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When we won’t let Yodi out, he meows and goes from one door to the other. When we don’t respond, he jumps up on the couch intentionally to disturb anything we might have laying there (his favorite is my coloring pencils). He then uses me or Danny as a pole vault onto the back of the couch making sure to brush our face, and jumps off onto the floor. He will do this over and over until we basically put him to sleep by petting him, covering him with a throw or taking him to bed that is unless Danny gives in and tell him he can go out for 30 minutes.

Now bed, that is a different routine. When he’s ready to go to sleep, he is ready to go to sleep. He gets pissed if we leave the lights on to read or if we watch TV. He will leave the room and sulk just outside the door until the lights go off and it is quiet. If Danny and I continue to talk after we turn the lights off, he will jump up and leave the room. If he doesn’t have his blankie then he will dig the comforter and when he gets pissed for various reasons, he throws himself down on the bed dramatically. He also walks over my face and jumps off the bed, gets back on the bed and does it all over. If we don’t get up when he wants us to in the morning, he knocks things off the nightstand one at a time.

Poor Poor Yodi😿

Temper Tantrums Lyla

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Nope, I am not talking about children...well….perhaps furry children. I am talking about CATS! Who nu that cats have temper tantrums? Not me and I have had many many cats.

I told my daughter in a letter that Lyla was so sweet and well mannered that it showed how spoiled Yodi is. Then this happened:

One night Lyla slipped out after Danny assured me he was in the house for the night. I worried all night because I couldn’t find him in the house. I called him from outside but he has that cat tendency to ignore. He ended up sleeping outside all night which is not a good thing since we live in the mountains of Colorado where there are beasts such as bears that roam at night and it gets very cold.

The next night when I called him in, he was laying at the foot of the outside stairs happy as a clam. I called him and he ignored me as “His Arrogancy” has a tendency to do. I walked down to pick him up and he walked away from me and sat down a few feet away. I picked him up to carry him inside and he hissed and spit. When I put him down in the house, he threw a hissy fit. He was trying to pull the door handle down to open the door, sniffing at the cracks on all side of the doors, meowing, going to another door trying to get that door open. Yodi gave him the usual butt sniffing test and Lyla hissed at him. Danny kept telling him “No…No…No” and we laughed our asses off. It took a while but he finally settled down. He got a taste of staying out all night like he was able to do in Texas. Last night I had to go through the regular routine of calling him from the front door, then the back door leaving both doors open so he could waltz in. It didn’t take long when it started raining.

Hilarious!😂

OMG! WTF! With Update

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So I am binge watching Damages last night and happily coloring away while Danny slept. I heard some neighbors outside but didn’t think anything of it until I got a whiff of the air coming in from the open windows.It was bad but I couldn’t pinpoint what it was. I ran the gamut from natural gas to dead rat. I woke Danny up and made him sniff and he was overcome by the smell. He suggested it smelled like skunk. Well, I like the smell of skunk (I never said I wasn’t a wierdo) so I didn’t think that was it. Mind you we are new to mountain living.

I decided I should call the cats in because it was getting late and the odor outside was overpowering. I found Yodi below the wrap around porch with something in his mouth. He and Lyla are both mousers and being in the mountain region, there are plenty. Danny found many dead mice in the crawl space under the house. I get really grossed out by mice or rats so I shuddered and ordered Yodi to put it down hoping it wasn’t a hummingbird. He ran in the opposite direction, put it down and started playing with it. Even my flashlight wouldn’t tell me what it was.  I waited until Yodi came in on his own (we leave the door open so they can go in and out). He ate and spoke to me and I thought the smell might be coming from him and wondered if it was from rat killing. I picked him up and OMG, he smelled to high heaven.

I immediately tried to wash him in the kitchen sink and decided that wasn’t the wisest choice. Yodi has only had one bath that I know of and that was when he peed on himself in his carrier. That time he was grateful! I woke Danny up and we did our best to shower him which was not easy as he was scared. He tried to climb on me with his claws in my arm. Danny cuddled and dried him off but he still stunk. Danny said we had to bathe him again and we did to no avail. He was so traumatized that Danny wrapped him up in his quilt and cuddled him up so he would stop shivering. Yes, he slept with us, the things you do for your pets.

Our bedroom and bathroom stinks so sleeping wasn’t necessarily pleasant. Anyway, this morning Danny found a rat whose head had been eaten away and had a puncture in his stomach so we decided that was the smell though it would be unusual for a cat to actually eat a rat. Then I had coffee with our neighbor and she told me that they smelled a skunk last night. A skunk it was and it sprayed part of our deck and our cat. The good news is that my friend tells me the smell will go away in a couple of days! Oh goody…

UPDATE:

Yodi still stinks but we love him anyway. We have tried pretty much everything and that two day thing…yeah right! We are slowly getting the odor out of the house but then if Yodi lays somewhere…yep – all over again. It is what it is though and we will survive.🙀

Bullies

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Yodi has no experience with squirrels so he doesn’t know that they are just taunting and that he will never succeed at catching them. They will get up on the tall tree trunks and chatter at him to get his attention then they will come just close enough to where he thinks he might have a chance. When he responds, they scurry back up the tree chattering or more like laughing away at him. He sits for long periods of time waiting for his chance.

Last night, it was getting close to bedtime and the squirrels started chattering. Yodi begged us to let him go out because he was convinced they were calling for him to come play. He came to me first and I told him that they were just bullying him and that he didn’t have a prayer of getting to them. He then went to Danny at the other end of the sofa and stared at Danny with pleading in his eyes softly meowing. Danny said, “No, you are not going out.” I put my two cents worth in and said, “Yodi, they are just bullying you.” and he turned his head around real fast and gave me the meanest “go to hell” look. Then he looked back at Danny as if to say, “Make her stay out of this, please may I go out?”

He didn’t get to go out and this morning he ignored them when they started calling out to him while he was still in sleepy mode. But when he went out, I’m sure they were at it again.

In Texas, the Blue Jays were the bullies to our cat, Cleo. They would swoop down and pull out one of his hairs to use for their nest or just out of meanness. I used to complain to Danny that Cleo just kept walking allowing them to pick on her. He laughed and informed me that Cleo was just playing docile, when the time was right she would turn around and snatch them. Cleo was very street smart.

 

 

Proof

This is Danny’s proof that Yodi needs total darkness when he sleeps. He showed me this picture and said, “See, he has to cover his eyes to block out the light!”

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While I have seen him cover his eyes, I think he missed his eyes on this one and his quilt too.

I do have to pass on a story: One morning this week, our daughter called at 5:30 am and woke Yodi. He was so angry that he started digging at his quilt furiously trying to get wrapped up in it so he could have darkness in order to go back to sleep.😾

I have no sympathy since he wakes me up at about that time whispering  in my ear and tickling me with his whiskers and if all else fails, he will scream his head off!😬

Traffic Jam

So this morning as I headed into town for my appointment to have my windshield replaced…

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Actually they are very well mannered. They will move once you come out of your reverie and inch forward. I enjoy it when a few will head in the opposite direction or when the babies decide its feeding time as their mother walks along. And of course when they bellow a greeting. I now know where the “follow along like sheep” comes from. Their herder can be far behind and they keep moving along usually on the shoulder of the road.

Great way to start your day!

Oh Lord…

This morning as I got up, I realized that I had thrown the down comforter over on Yodi and it is sort of heavy. When I pulled the comforter back, I realized that Danny’s dark-ish blue polo-type shirt was laid out carefully on the bed and suspected that Yodi was under it. As I removed it, I found Yodi wrapped up in his quilt.

I left him wrapped up in his favorite quilt because I figured he was cold and I know he prefers to sleep in the dark but removed the shirt. I moved into the restroom and soon Danny came in and chastised me for moving his shirt. I was puzzled until he explained that he does this every morning for Yodi because it makes for a darker sleeping environment while he naps.

This is the man who complains about having to let Yodi in and out, in and out. This is also the man who moans about how spoiled Yodi is. Wonder how he got that way…

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Please disregard the debris, he drags it in on his fur from the pine trees. We don’t have the heart to keep him pristine because he is so happy being a little boy.

Silly but True

images.duckduckgo.com images.duckduckgo.comWhen I was dating my ex, I told him that there was a stock car racing track in a certain location in Houston. I looked up the address and we made plans to go and were both really excited. However, when we got there, it was a indoor slot car track. We both laughed about the mistake, ate barbecue and called it a day

laughter1262542393When I was about 7 or 8, we had a family get together and my dad was talking with some men. We had some wooden candlesticks and I got this idea to pretend to clock my dad on the head with the candlestick and click my tongue to make it sound like I actually done it. I saw this on television and it was funny then but when I did it, not so much. There was an epic failure of enormous proportions! Unfortunately, I actually did clock him on his head and he was so shocked as I’m sure the other men were. He yelled out in pain and asked what I thought I was doing. How do you explain? I don’t think I even tried. I cannot think about this without laughing uncontrollably.

images.duckduckgo.comWhen I was about 6, my mom was making iced tea so I thought I would help. I got up on the counter and started stirring the tea in the pitcher. Of course, the spoon was much shorter than the pitcher and my mother said “Get down from there, you are going to drop the spoon in the pitcher!”. Power of suggestion, I dropped the spoon in the pitcher and mom said, “I told you that you were going to drop the spoon!”. I responded, “Weren’t me mama, were my hand. I don’t know what made my hand do it.” (This was one of my dad’s favorite stories).

images.duckduckgo.comAfter a church dinner, I was in the church kitchen washing dishes as I was helping with clean up. Danny was chatting with some people and our kids were roaming around. The minister’s wife came up behind me and said “Patriciaaa” and let me know that my dress was tucked into my panties. Many people had been in and out of the kitchen, men included and no one told me. Here I was in the church building with my butt on show for anyone who cared to look and no one said anything. To add more misery to the situation, our son had seen and told his dad but Danny did not get around to telling me. It seems that the problem was rectified by the time he got around to it. We all had a good laugh over it later but it was truly one of my most embarrassing moments.

images.duckduckgo.comFirst, I suppose I should explain how my cat, Mouse, got his name. Mouse was a blue and white, straight-eared Scottish Fold and when he was a kitten, he looked like a mouse with his coloring, little pink nose and big ears. His actual name was Mouse-Mouse. I got him from a breeder and never changed his name. Anyway, Mouse was small even as a full grown cat but very sturdy with a round head. Somehow, he got his head stuck between two of the chair back spindles. He howled and howled. I was puzzled and a bit panicked by the situation because it was obvious his head was too big to pull out from between the spindles. I tried and tried but could not figure out how to get his head out. Finally, it occurred to me that he got his head in there so I should be able to get it out the same way, but how was that? Duh, I finally turned his head sideways stretching out his neck and eased it out through the largest opening. Problem solved.

images.duckduckgo.comFor Christmas one year, our young teenage daughter bought us tickets to Handel’s Messiah at Jones Music Hall in downtown Houston. We were very touched by her thoughtfulness but a little puzzled by her choice.” After we attended the concert, we told her that we enjoyed the music. She responded, “I thought you would because of Dad’s playing hand bells.” Danny and I were confused for a moment, then started laughing. Danny said, “It was Handel’s Messiah, not hand bell Messiah.” She said, “Oh” and started laughing at her mistake.

Laughter is the best medicine!

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