Cat assassination attempt #47: foiled again.

 Another town day come and gone.
There isn’t a lot one can say. 
Today was just another day.
Even with going to town, it was the same old routine.

I don’t think Cowboy was feeling very well. 
He didn’t stop to buy chicken feed.
Of course, we’ll be in M on Saturday, so he may just be waiting until he can go to Rural King instead of Tractor Supply.

He did come home, unloaded the groceries, took care of his chickens, ate his dinner, and took a very long nap before work.
I still say he’s not feeling well. 
None of us likes to think about it, but he is inching closer and closer to being 70.
Cowboy continues to work a physically demanding factory job.
It is grueling, exhausting work, even for younger men, and he often puts in 12- to 16-hour shifts.

Badger had retreated to her room. 
I watched TV until Cowboy went to work.
Then I took the carport camera down to charge the battery and did a bit of house straightening. 
Not much needed to be done.

I can’t remember why, but I had either come out of Raven’s room or Badger’s room. 
We keep a dish for the dogs in that little step up that separates the master bedroom from the other two bedrooms.
Coyote was eating, he loves dog food, and as I stepped down, he stood up.
It’s a blur, that’s all I can say. 
A blur.
But the shoulder where I hurt the rotator cuff whammed the wall, along with my wrist. 
Pain shot from wrist to collarbone.
It’s late at night, and it’s still hurting.
We joke that Coyote tried to kill Grandma and that’s why we have him. 
It may not be a joke.
He’s always under our feet, twisting and turning, or running when he sees you and throwing himself in front of your feet.
This isn’t the first time he’s hurt me, or I’ve been hurt directly because of him.
My vision isn’t what it used to be. 
My reaction time isn’t as fast as it used to be.
He’s silent and fast.

The rest of the evening has been uneventful. 
Badger and I walked down to the creek church and sat until nearly sunset.
We came home and got all the cameras back up. 
Badger said we don’t need them anymore, but I reminded her that her dad is weird and likes to do strange things when he gets home from work. 
Like taking our good peanut butter and making rat bait with it.
As for the outside ones, I think there may only be four of the original families still living here, and that’s including us. 
I mean the ones that were here when we moved in.
I prefer to keep the outside camera ready. 
We just don’t know anyone anymore.

Badger and I found some supper, watched a movie, and she hightailed it to her room.

Heron was late coming home. 
He cleaned up, took his dog out to potty, and headed to his RV.

I guess I’ll be heading to bed myself soon.
I’ve been playing phone tag with this man from Marketplace. 
He asked me last week to hold the pool until he could come for it this week.
We’re still trying to set up a time.
If I hadn’t promised it to him, I could have sold it for twice what I’m selling it to him for, and it could have been gone last weekend. 
But I promised, and I try to keep my promises.