The Great Escape: Spicy Tortie Defies Capture

I called to confirm Badger's appointment for tomorrow, they confirmed it.
About three to four hours later, the office called me back. 
They had scheduled her ultrasound at UT Hospital.
But the office visit was twenty minutes and eleven miles in the opposite direction.

So now we have a later appointment, which might be better since it gets us out of school and work traffic.
But Cowboy is having a fit because it puts us in dinnertime traffic. 
Let's face it, anytime you go on the interstate into Knoxville, traffic is going to be a major nightmare.

I was outside, I forget why, and not paying attention.
I opened the screen door, heard this yowl-quirk, and saw a streak of black bolting for the road.
Darn Sasha.
You’d think that at 10 years old and after being an indoor-only cat for the last eight years, she wouldn’t care about sniffing grass.
Nope.
Sometimes she gets that urge to embrace the wild side.

She was out there for probably three hours.
Badger grabbed one of the indoor cameras and set it up at the crawl space, since Sasha kept ducking under the house.
After that, Badger hid herself in the she-shed, while my job was to text whenever I saw Sasha creeping out.
Sasha would dart out, then scramble back under the house again.
Stupid thing did that over and over.

I did catch a toad on camera.
Turns out, a cat yowling drives toads crazy.

Eventually, we gave up and came inside.
I said, “She’s lived a good life. If she gets hit, well… that’s on her”.

But sure enough, she popped back up on camera, sneaking out.
Badger and I rushed outside.
Badger went one way, I went the other, and we trapped Sasha in the bushes beside the house.
Badger flushed her out, the cat made a beeline to the porch yowling the whole way, and I managed to nab her rear end and haul her back inside.

Sometimes I really dislike that cat.
Of course, she’s a tortoiseshell, and she’s got the tortie attitude to prove it.

Luckily, the rest of the day has been low-key and boring.
I played on my computer. 
Badger finished up her laundry and went outside to practice with her throwing knives.
The neighbors probably aren't too happy with that constant thud-thud-thud.

We had to wait until closer to dark to take a walk today. 
The temperature was a bit hotter than it has been.
We took a backpack of food to the blessing box, and then walked to the library, so Badger could take pictures of the sky.

By the time we reached the railroad tracks and the wooded area, it was almost dark.
I don't like being on the tracks in the dark, nor do I like walking through those woods at night.
It's a brief stretch of woods, but brief or not, it's still very dark.

We took the dogs out to do their business, came inside, and then Badger cleaned up and headed to her room.

I caught up on my blogs, the news, and Facebook.

I’m just going to be honest here: Raven’s former partner has accused me of stalking in the past. 
She blocked me on Facebook years ago after I called her out on things she didn’t want to hear, and since then she’s accused me of stalking.
Right now, Cowboy is temporarily able to see her posts again, so while he’s on her friends list, I’m saving pictures of the littles for myself before access changes again.
It’s not anything shady-I just want to have a record of them. 
We don’t have many photos, and we’ve missed out on holidays, birthdays, and vacations. 
 I’m their grandmother, and I just want to be part of their lives in whatever way I can. 
I don’t want to come off sounding like a hypocrite. 
Living with the littles week after week was hard-no sugarcoating it. 
But I never said I didn’t want them in my life. 
What gets to me are the parts we’re shut out of-the vacations, the holidays, the birthday parties we’re never invited to, the school events we don’t hear about until they’re over. 
I’m not interested in the other parent. 
I’m interested in my grandchildren. 
And if the only way I get to see them grow up is through pictures Cowboy can still see, then I’m going to save those pictures. 
That’s not stalking. 
That’s just doing what I can with what I’ve got.

I guess I should be getting off of here, and heading to bed.
I’m really not looking forward to Cowboy’s driving tomorrow.