Felines & Dandelions

Today I mowed the lawn for the first time this year. It was thick with dandelions. These are pretty, in a way, if they are out in a field or something, but not in someone's yard. They will turn into ugly weeds and strangle everything else that tries to grow there, including grass. I made a mistake by mowing them down (or so my mom told me in a phone conversation this evening), because this will spread them everywhere. So I will have to wait for them to grow up again, and then I will have to dig them out by the roots.

I don't look forward to this laborious drudgery. But perhaps I can make a game of it. How many dandelion's can you pull out in an hour? Try to enjoy it. Put on some music.

The weather is perfect for it. I have run neither AC nor heat in a month and have never suffered a minute of discomfort. The house is thoroughly aired-out and smells of Spring. Bills will be low.

Anyway, I was bit by the industry bug, today, and I got busy with cleaning the bathroom, the kitchen, the utility room, paying all my bills, watering plants, and doing laundry. I even went out and bought a DVD player to replace the old one (which had gone goofy on me). They're so cheap now. Like 50 dollars. Luckily, my tax return came in last week, and I could afford the extra expense.

While cleaning the bathroom, I got some anti-mildew chemical in my eye.

Annoying.

Rerun seemed to enjoy having me home almost as much as I enjoyed being here (for once) .

Tonight, I was washing dishes and doing laundry and watching the Simpsons (on the new DVD player). During the episode where Bart sneaks a bull frog into Australia (which causes havoc to the Aussie eco-system, and a huge international affair between the U.S. of A. and the Land Down Under) I went out to the garage to get a broom from the broom closet ... not for flying, but for sweeping.

Anyway ... I went out to the garage and ...

I saw a pair of glowing, devil eyes reflecting the kitchen light.

Actually, it was a scrawny feline waif lounging on the hood of my old Buick! The surprise guest made a great clatter as it hopped up and scampered out through the garage door (which I had left open).

Poor thing. It was so skinny.

The polar opposite of Rerun.

I felt sorry for it and wondered if I should leave out some food.

I knew it would be a bad idea, since I already have one very domineering, very sensitive, very territorial beast to feed. It would be my second major blunder of the day (after helping the dandelions propagate).

But I just felt so sorry for the poor critter ...