Roll up your sleeves, autumn is calling

Today was finish up preparing the cat's living quarters for autumn.   
And if you are like Heron, I know full and darn well it's only August, but school starts tomorrow, therefore we can say autumn is getting mighty close.

I woke up at 8 am to a clean house, and most of the laundry done, I considered just being lazy.
I quickly checked my weather, they said storms may be coming in.
Badger had all the cat bedding drip-drying in the backyard, if rain was coming in, well my cats would like some bedding in their hard jail cells.
I walked down, the beds were still kind of ew, and really if you let the blankets drip-dry they get all hard, and even a cat doesn't want to sleep in a hard blanket.
I took the hose, rinsed them off really well, made sure there were no solids on them, then stuffed them in a garbage bag for easy transporting.
I brought them in, and started a long day of cat bed washing.
I think I finished up around two or three o'clock, then I had to run the clean cycle on the washer with bleach.
Here it is eleven at night, and my backroom still smells strongly of bleach.
The washer is sanitary, and so is the bedding, though.

In between, Cowboy woke up, went to morning services-he also made it to evening services-and the dogs had to go potty.
I'm telling you, my grandmother taught her chihuahua to use the bathroom in a litter box, I don't see why Lady or Duffy couldn't also be trained.
OK, they are considerably larger than a chihuahua, but it would be nice-well kind of.
Changing it would be ten times worse than changing for a cat.

Badger was up at 10 am, not because she wanted to be, but because Salem has to be medicated.
There is no improvement on his end, not really.
He seemed a bit more active early this morning, but he's still wheezing, and still refusing solids.

Badger spent the morning in her room doing whatever, then when the bedding dried, she put the cats night crates back together.
Somehow, in the dark last night, she forgot to get one bed out of the bucket she was soaking them in before putting them on a pole to drip-dry.
I didn't know how many there were, and didn't think to look in the bucket, so I had to take a garden hose to one bed.
It won't be bleached, and washed like the others, but we'll turn it into a living room bed.
I may wash and sanitize it one of these days.

Now the cats have fresh, clean, slightly bleachy night crates to sleep in.

I guess we could let them stay out at night, they stayed out last night, and I didn't hear any noise.
Of course, I can't hear anything when I run my giant fan.
There was some damage, though.
My keyboard was in the floor, my flamingos were in the floor, but Teresa was still on the shelf, and the deer still had its antlers.
I worry about them scattering Teresa's ashes all over, and Cowboy would have a hizzy fit if they broke his singing deer.
Mass destruction is the reason I crate them at night, I do not like waking up to a house that looks like the San Francisco Earthquake of 1906 along with a drunk frat boy party hit.

I was watching Dean and Sam-yes, I am still watching Dean and Sam-sometime after morning service, when Cowboy popped in the bedroom, shoved a phone at me, and told me to put some chickens on Freecycle.
Freecycle?
OK, Craigslist it is.
I don't think they were even up an hour before I had someone on my doorstep wanting the birds.
We're down a dozen chickens, but about to gain fifteen more, the math does not add up.

Other than selling his chickens, well giving away his chickens, I don't know what Cowboy got into.

I stayed in the bedroom with Dean and Sam, and Badger stayed with me.

There are zero things to do around this house, this town.
Cowboy is content alone sleeping, watching TV or on those dumb Facebook videos.
All I have is TV, TV, and more TV, preferably alone or with Badger.
I like history shows, and paranormal shows, and home improvement shows-Cowboy loves dubbed foreign soap operas.
It's not much of a life, but hey I'm still above ground, and not below ground, so that is always a plus.

After evening service, and we'd eaten supper, we all did mosey out to the backyard.
I don't know what Cowboy got into, but Badger and I did a bit of she shed sitting, she played ball, and took cloud pictures.
The mosquitoes are so bad, it's not really pleasant to sit outside.
I think next year I'm going to get Heron to plant some citronella plants around the she shed, see if that helps.

I guess I'll go back to Dean and Sam, no never mind, if I'm watching my show Cowboy can't watch his soaps.
Well, maybe I'll go read.