"Live fast, fake your death"

I told Cowboy to go down to the RV when he got home from work and make sure the door was tightly shut.
Heron was at his girlfriend’s, and I have this irrational fear of his cats getting outside. 
So, apparently, he did.
I went down this morning. 
The inner door was shut, and the black and white cat was on the porch looking terrified.
I had not specified, so it was entirely my fault. 
You never shut the inner door. 
That is how the cats go from the catio to inside the RV.

So, I went in, opened the door, and did a head count while GiGi nearly knocked me down heading for her litter box.
I was missing the tortie. 
I looked high, I looked low. 
That cat was not in the RV.

I quickly walked up the hill and woke Badger. 
She grabbed a flashlight and some wet food, and we went back down together.
She set the food out quickly while I searched around.
It is a small RV. 
Even with the two add‑on rooms, there is not much space to cover.

Just as I dragged Badger in to look underneath the bed, the curtain started to slowly unwind, and out popped Meep.
She is a tortie but mostly black, and the curtains are black, and she must have been lying flat as a pancake because I never saw her.

For a moment I thought Cowboy had let her out last night without realizing it.
I will not be asking him to check the RV again. 
He meant well, but he closed the wrong door and put the cats at risk.

Badger had therapy this morning. While she and Cowboy were out of the house, I caught up with the household mess.
Sometimes I say to heck with it and let things slide.

They came home bearing gifts: lunch from McD's and a 911 from Dutch Bros for me. 
That was really appreciated.

After dinner, Badger and I went to our rooms.
I watched TV for a while, then checked on her. 
She was watching TV too.
I went back to my room and kept watching until it was time for Cowboy to leave.
He fed his chickens, grabbed a short nap, and then headed to work.
After he left, I checked on Badger again. 
She was sound asleep, so I let her be. 
Do not poke a sleeping bear.
It was well after 7 p.m. when she finally woke up.

I spent the afternoon going back and forth between the TV and the computer.
The house was quiet, and the hours dragged a little.

Gealach had orientation today. 
It is hard to believe she is already in middle school.
Her brother had orientation too, and it is just as hard to believe he is a freshman.
Raven’s littles started back on the 31st.

When Badger woke up, she grabbed something to eat.

We watched TV, stretched our legs with a walk around the block, and then came back for more TV.
We came back inside for more TV-life isn’t all that exciting around here.

Well, bite my tongue. 
We had more excitement than we wanted later.

Heron came in from work and decided to take Lady out to pee.
He never leashes her, no matter how many times we tell him he should.
At 10 p.m., Badger and I were watching TV when we heard Heron. 
I have never heard him sound like that in my life.
I muted the TV and clicked on the carport camera. 
Something was lying dead in the drive.
I just knew she had killed one of my strays. 
I ran outside, and there was a giant old possum with his tongue sticking out, dead as dead can be.

But what do possums do.
Play dead.
And this one was good at it.

I caught it on camera. 
Lady ran up to the possum, grabbed it by the neck, shook it, and tossed it like a football.
The old possum waited until the coast was clear. 
Then it waddled off into the sunset.
I hope it makes it.

I am off to bed. 
Tomorrow is already Wednesday, and we will have to get ready to go to the store.
As far as I know, we will still have Gealach and Turtle.

Cowboy’s procedure is Tuesday. 
We need to find his papers and see what he has to do. 
That will affect our weekly menus.
He said that in order to take off Monday and Tuesday, he will have to work Sunday. 
That is another adjustment.