Meow is the time to shine

Today was a nice calm ordinary day.
We avoided the railroad tracks, and stuck to the house.
Well, after our trip to the veterinarian this morning.

So we walk in, the same veterinarian technician that was with Smudge is there.
We must have traumatized that woman.
I mean in our fair defense, we didn't realize Smudge was that close to death.
We're not the brightest crayon in the box.

She goes “this isn't a sick kitty, is it?”
We reassure her that no, as far as we know he's not sick. 
We were just there for a check-up.

So, we drag Skunk out of his carrier, and yes, we remembered to call him Chaos.
She starts going on about what a beautiful color he was, and how unusual his coat pattern was, and what a good kitty he was.

Huh, we always thought he was just one heck of an ugly cat.

So it must have been a slow day we ended up with almost all the staff coming in to check to see how Chaos was doing. And while they were just checking they were just rubbing him and holding him and telling him how pretty he was and what a good boy he was.

That poor cat has never been so loved on in his life, nor has he ever been told how pretty he was.

Cowboy can shut up about how skinny he is, how sick he is, and how he thinks he has worms.
He’s perfectly healthy and a normal weight, just naturally lean with long legs.
He’s negative for leukemia and FIV, and they didn’t think he had worms but gave him a dewormer anyway.
That was pretty neat, it’s a liquid they put on the back of his neck like flea preventative.

They say he reminds them strongly of a Russian Blue mixed with those Werewolf cats.
That's highly doubtful, but we don't know his origin story.
All we know is the woman hid him in her basement, hubby found out, pitched a fit, and bam! We inherited him.

One cat down, five to go.
As we left, she was still going on about what a good boy he was.
I told her the next one wasn’t going to be a good boy, he’s a spicy orange with an attitude problem.
Fox is next in line, then Lucifer, then Coyote. 
We’ll save the two fat, healthy ones for last.
That’s Sasha and Carl, aka Bedlam.
Actually, the only really skinny cat we have is Skunk. 
The rest are pretty normal cat-sized, although Sasha is starting to get that middle-aged spread.
She’s 11 now.

After we left the veterinarian, we made a quick stop at Food City because I was out of coffee.
Of course, you don’t actually make a quick trip on a Friday, and with the remodeling going on, it’s a complete nightmare.

We left Chaos and Cowboy sitting in the car while we were in the store, and they were both just fine when we came back out.

We made it home before 11:30 am, so that was good.

The day moved along like it always does, and before we knew it, it was time for Cowboy to head to work.

Badger went outside and spent the entire evening painting the small metal rooster, and even got started on the large one.

She’s got his tail and wings painted, but she had to call it for the night.

We need more paint, a darker brown to cover that white neck piece.

Badger says that with the black tail and black wings, Gingie is starting to look like a priest, and that just won’t do.

We hadn't planned on painting the main body, just the wings and tail, but once it was started, we definitely need to paint the body.

It’s not perfect, and it never will be because of those raised Christmas decorations, but for the most part they’re painted over so it’s not screaming red and green anymore.

She finally called it a day just before 8 pm. 

She’d been out there painting since 3.

She was in her zone and didn’t want to take any breaks, even with it being in the low 80s.

I had to crank up the air conditioner for her when she came in.

I spent my evening playing online games.

The house is clean, the laundry’s finally caught up, so honestly, why not.

We did manage to watch an episode of “The X Files.”

We’re at the point where David Duchovny left the show, and the new actor just isn’t as good.

I think I’ll be calling it a night soon. Badger’s already fallen asleep on the couch.

I’m not going to wake her, she’ll be fine.