So far, either Cowboy doesn't realize we've brought Gator inside, or he's choosing to ignore it.
He acted as if he didn't want the kitten around, all snorts and grouching, but when I said I'd call the rescue to come get him, he quickly puffed up and told me to leave that cat alone.
Badger thinks Cowboy is secretly hoping to get another buddy like Skunk was to him.
He just can't admit it because that would destroy his cat-hating persona.
Badger makes sure to take Gator out of his crate and into her room for exercise multiple times throughout the day.
He still has to be in isolation, though, so he can't roam around the rest of the house.
I still don't know how we'll manage such a small kitten and Heron's dog.
Lady has a strong prey instinct.
She's already lying at Raven's bedroom door because she knows we've brought something that squeaks into the house.
Until Gator gets bigger, he'll have to stay crated for his own safety.
Heron tells me that's cruel, but what's really cruel would be letting his dog get ahold of Gator.
We have a Dollar General just a four-minute drive up the road from my house.
Have y'all noticed that even in little rural areas where there's nothing but cows, you'll still find a Dollar General?
People down here were excited to get it because, before it was built, it was twelve miles in either direction to pick up a forgotten jug of milk.
That's a ways to go when you're in the middle of a recipe and desperately need milk.
Or you totally flake out and run out of diapers, and your squalling wet kid ends up wearing a pair of your underwear until you can make it to the store.
Not that that's ever happened to me, really.
They had our road closed, so we ended up taking the back road to the store.
Our four-minute drive took closer to thirty minutes today.
Straight through the country.
Well, not straight, because the roads are all curvy, but through the actual country.
Normally I'd enjoy a little drive through the country, but all I wanted was a quick trip for a box of crackers.
We ran out yesterday, and soup was on the menu again today.
We're lucky that Cowboy grew up here and hunted on all those little back roads.
Being detoured doesn't bother him.
Our newer neighbors who moved here from other areas don't know all the little secret ways of getting around.
Cowboy still feels bad because on Monday, when the road was closed, a woman asked for directions, and he sent her down one of the routes the locals know really well but that would confuse anyone else.
He keeps telling me, “I hope she figured it out. I hope she got it.”
Since there haven't been any police reports of missing persons in our area, it's safe to assume she finally figured it out.
She may have been like my Lowe's delivery driver and driven around for an hour or two, but eventually they find a way out.
Back home, Badger took Duffy outside, and Cowboy ambled out behind her.
I had a quiet house for a good bit of time.
Badger is not making a box; she's making a bookshelf.
Eh, it looked boxy to me.
Oddly enough, today has flown by.
Not a lot of days do that.
We got Cowboy off to work, and Badger told me she'd DoorDashed us Hungry Howie's.
She loves their subs, but Cowboy hates the restaurant and fusses when we want to stop there.
The easiest solution is to DoorDash occasionally, but because of where we live, we pay extra for delivery.
Well, DoorDash sent her a message saying the driver ran into an unexpected issue during delivery and they would refund her money.
So she ordered from Wendy's, which is a little closer to us.
That order ended up being split between two drivers because the first one didn't pick up the whole order.
The first driver brought the food and set it on the table we have outside our door.
The second driver brought the rest and set it on the porch in front of our door.
I looked at the camera, and Imp had pounced on that bag of food and was rubbing herself all over it.
Badger squawked and whammed our front door open.
Imp gave her a dirty look and yowled at her.
Yes, we ate the food that a stray cat rubbed against.
As Badger said, it was well sealed in the bag and rather squished at the bottom.
She meant to tip the table delivery person extra and accidentally tipped the porch one.
She wasn't happy about that.
So we ended up having supper entirely too late at night.
Then we heard a creepy kid laughing on our porch.
Look, late at night, any child on my porch is creepy.
I quickly turned on my camera.
Turns out, we had a Target delivery, and the driver brought her kid with her.
He was laughing at my pumpkin skeleton that's sitting on the porch.
I haven't got him back into storage yet.
Badger secretly bought me a new set of flannel sheets.
That's sweet of her.
I'd shrunk my old sheets, and Lady ripped a hole in them.
I put a patch on them, but that patch was stiff and uncomfortable.
I hope that's the last of the strangers on my porch.
I'll get off of here and go make up my bed.
Badger quickly threw them in the wash, and now they're ready to go.
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