Setbacks and irritants...

Well, it was raining most of yesterday. When it stopped for a while, late afternoon, I took Fang's dinner out for him. Did the round-robin bit for a while and then it started to rain again. I took his food dishes into the tool house (where he lives for now) and then... well, I was getting soaked and didn't want to be, he was getting soaked and didn't want to be, I got a little impatient and picked him up when I really shouldn't have - and will probably bear the scars for the rest of my natural life. So some fence-mending to do today - but "She Who Feeds Shall Always Be Forgiven" - the Law in Stray Animal Land.

The irritant was a series of posts on an A-Team board - hopefully being worked out by the Admins over there. Not saying people have to like certain characters or the actors who play them, but you don't have to insult those who do by insulting the character/actor. Vast difference between that and the "friendly rivalry" that has existed ever since I can remember. Shows not only a definite immaturity but an even bigger dose of stupidity.

Basically, yesterday was a series of misadventures and wasted time - did not get as much cleaning done as I had hoped, did not get as much writing done as I had hoped (well, got a lot of writing done, but most of it went the way of the delete button), and I spent a great deal of time wishing fervently that I had my RV/bus/camper/vehicle and was on the road to anywhere other than where I was.

Hopefully today will be better...

Friends again :D

Oh, not without getting my ear chewed off. He let me know he was still upset with me for yesterday - never will understand how something that little can be so loud! Wow.

Anyway, I learned my lesson as far as the rain/food thing. He now rates two sets of dishes - one in the garden, where he's used to being fed, and one in the toolhouse where he grab a midnight snack if he wants to :p  Just as well, anyway. I can give him his "indoor meal" in the morning, and then his "outdoor dining" in the afternoon. The way he's scarfing down the food, he needs two meals a day, I guess. The food offering definitely is increasing, at any rate.

So, after giving me my well-deserved scolding, he ate a bit and then spent the next almost-hour crawling around my lap, playing with the zipper tab on my jacket, pushing his head up against my chin, kneading and purring - just generally enjoying the adoration and pampering. :p My friend is going to find herself dealing with a real monster, as far as demanding attention. If I quit petting him, the protest was loud and clear, I'll tell you. Good grief.

I'm going to dig out the carrier this weekend and clean it up, and then I've got a bit of sheepskin to put on the floor of it. Figured I'd put in the tool house and prop the door open, let him get used to it there. Better than leaving it out in the garden, open to the elements. So his "house" and food dishes will all be together, and he can get used to it on his own time. :D

Now, if I could just quit worrying about the bigger cats and the neighborhood dogs, the traffic, the kids... but I figure he's lasted this long, he probably knows how to hide from all of the above pretty effectively. I'll just be very happy and relieved when he's safe and sound in his new home.