An eventful couple of weeks. Also stressful.
We nearly lost our Curio cat -- twice! The first time, on the 3rd, he
managed to get himself through the unpatched hole (it used to be a laundry
chute) in the master bedroom closet, and under the floor of the bathroom!
After N and I tried unsuccessfully to lure him out, Naomi's daughter G
managed to coax him out. He apparently comes when called. Calling him is
something we all have to practice, it seems -- good skill to have.
G is officially the Cat Whisperer.
Then, only this last Friday, we made the mistake of leaving the cats loose
in the house while the painters were in. No Curio. We started getting
worried when he didn't come up to my room at night. I looked all through
the house, and outside. Twice. I left some food for him next to the
front door, but no luck.
Finally, after spending a lonely night and a heartbroken morning, and
after reading up on lost-cat behavior, I took the food bowl down to the
garage in hopes of luring him in through the cat door. Not expecting
anything, I called to him... and there he was coming from behind a pile of
Did I mention that he's a smart cat, who comes when you call him? But
that was stress I didn't need.
It's surprising to me how fast and hard I've fallen for that cat. But
then, I always was a little slow about these things. Curio came up to me
about 30 seconds after I came into the room at the shelter, and
announced that he was My Cat.
I seem to recall something similar happening with me and Colleen 30-odd
I also got shelf ceiling track and standards up in the master bedroom
closet, and puttered about organizing stuff various places around the
house. It's looking quite habitable now, mainly thanks to our
It took the whole two weeks, but my leg (which you might remember I tore a
muscle in), is finally back in usable shape. I walked around the West
Seattle street fair with Naomi yesterday, and held up pretty well. More a
matter of being out of condition than anything else; the leg didn't give
me any trouble.
Oh, and Doug Engelbart died. He was a friend of Colleen's mother; she was
his favorite editor at SRI, where they both worked.
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