The right keyboard is here! I am typing this on my new Adesso TruForm. I like it already. I don't have to pound the keys to get 'em to work. The split and the angle feel comfortable. I love having the touchpad right in front of me below the space bar. No more stretching to the side. The package was on my back steps when I got home from the cat shelter around 1:00.
At the shelter: Hop got adopted. Suzie got adopted. The two sisters with the odd names I could never remember got adopted. A couple of others too. It's especially good to see Hop gone to a good home. He'll be much happier without other cats around. Scarlet, with the cute short ears, who was a returnee who didn't work out, has gone to a new adoptive home on Plum Island where she too will be in a single cat household.
More of the Cove Marina cats are sick: Melvin and Mystery. They are such cute cats I hope they don't succumb to the mysterious liver failure death that took Tony Baloney and one of the other cats from the marina. Supposedly there was chemical dumping there and the liver ailments may be related to that. I asked Eileen if anybody had reported it to somebody. Guess not yet. Anyway, big government organizations don't investigate chemical dump problems unless hundreds of people get sick. A few cats don't matter. Sigh.
Precious got me good while I was trying to clean Charlie's cage. She reached through her cage door and raked my arm as I walked by. I covered her door with a towel for the rest of the time I was working on that row and she howled and cried about it til I took it down when I was finished. I didn't dare let her out. I'm not sure we have enough bandaids for that eventuality.
Someone donated some really cheap litter that is just not absorbent at all. It makes more of a mess. I had to wash more litterboxes than usual because they were just filthy with the cheap litter clinging to them and this thin dark mud of pee and litter clogging up everything. In the sick room, some of the little kittens roll in their litterboxes. Amy reported they too were filthy dirty. Yuck. I left a note about it in the logbook. The sink is stopped up too. And a bottle of bleach in the laundry room sprung a leak. To top it all off, when I was taking the trash out, one of the bags broke and I left a trail of dirty litter all down the stairs, on the stoop, and across the parking lot. I swept the stairs, the landings, and the stoop afterward and called it a day. I didn't get done til 12:30 or so and didn't get home til around 1:00 or a little later.
I met Joan at West Parish Cemetary for a walk at 2:00. Rita was supposed to join us but cancelled. We could only do a short walk because I started coughing again. This is driving me nuts. No amount of echinacea tea or zinc lozenges touches this draining sinus choking thing. There is essentially nothing I can do except wait for all the mold to get done with sending out spores I guess. Anyway, the cemetary ponds all have a thin coating of ice on them. The one hear the hydrangeas is only partly frozen and there were some mallards hanging out there. Lots of crows in the trees. They look beautiful in the afternoon light. Lots of crows outside my window now too. A dozen or more. A regular crow convention.
Home