He caught a chipmunk! I kid you not. He was still as a rock just a few inches from the pole holding our bird feeders. This chipmunk was completely unaware of him, despite Kang being a big, fat tick of a cat. Tina and I watched in amazement as Kang patiently watched the chipmunk eat the droppings from the feeders. And then suddenly he sprang and low and behold! he had a chipmunk in his mouth.
Now, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t impressed. Granted, the chipmunk was an idiot for not seeing this big, fat black and white cat sitting in the open. But the patience and stillness that Kang displayed was amazing.
However, I am not a monster. Kang had the thing in his mouth, and was carrying it to us as his trophy. I quickly got up and had him drop the poor rodent. It had been playing dead while in Kang’s mouth. Once I got him to drop it, the chipmunk started hopping around in place, obviously in pain. Eventually it recovered, scurried off under the deck, and we could hear it chattering angrily as it ran off to its burrow in the brush south of our house.
Still, damn! Kang, the Mighty Hunter! He’s out in the lawn right now hoping for another chipmunk to make the mistake of ignoring him.
I woke up achy. All over. I’m fighting off a sinus infection – again. But the weather is adding to the misery. So, I am taking it easy today. It’s a movie day. So, I’m going to ensconce myself in the recliner and vegetate.
You all have fun wrecking Western Civilization. Let me know tomorrow how that goes.
I really do love running in the rain. Granted, it means 100% humidity which results in me sweating like a torrential downpour. I don’t care. It also takes me longer to cool down, despite both the low temperature (61 degrees) and the rain to help cool me down. It’s the rain gear. It retains the heat I generate during the run. So, I am dripping all over my chair as I type this. Sweat was dripping off my hat like rain dripping off the roof. And Smokey is trying to get close to me to lick the sweat off me for the salt. Yes, I know. She’s a weird cat. But, she is the kitten – gots to love her.
The only disappointment about today’s run is I couldn’t offer Tina a sweaty hug. She always turns me down. Yeah, it hurts. But I can handle rejection. Really, I can.
Now, if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go take a shower. And no, those are not tears running from my eyes. It’s just sweat. Yeah. Sweat.
I was out on the deck, mindfully enjoying the nature that surrounds my backyard. Squirrels were climbing in the trees deep in the woods to the west. Birds were all about chirping. The occasional hummingbird swooped by to drink nectar from either our hummingbird feeder or the recently bloomed flowers along the fence line.
However, the most enjoyable aspect of the backyard this morning was Kang the Mighty Hunter stalking the two of three chipmunks that visit our yard to raid the bird feeders. Unbeknownst to one of them, it headed towards the feeder right along a path were Kang laid in wait. I don’t think I’ve seen fat old Kang move so fast in my life. He chased the chipmunk around the plant and damn near caught him.
Honestly, Kang appears lively and happier than I’ve ever seen him. Our new place has made his life, and his health, better.
Sigh. The problem with having a lawn is it needs moving from time to time. Now, usually, that means weekend work. However, this weekend Tina and I are looking to visit Cooper State Park in Wisconsin and enjoy the trail along to two rivers and the two waterfalls. So, that means mowing this morning, but only after I’ve run to Menards to get two shades cut for the spare bedroom. My cousin Rodney is crashing out at our place as he attends some robotics shindig in East Duluth and the extra room is just way too bright in the AM.
Anyway, I have to finish my final cup of coffee and head out. You all try not to destroy the place while I’m gone.
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Gee, I didn’t realize I’ve gone 12 days without posting to my blog. That’s not good. Well, to be honest, I’m not sure I have anything of import to pass along. Life is going well. I’ve got my job, the house, and Tina, of course. Plus, there’s Smokey, the ape-shit crazy kitten who’s claws are making mincemeat of our legs. She’s perfect. When she’s not ape-shit crazy, she’s a snuggle bug.
Here she is overlooking her domain after having successfully scaled Mount Lampshade, the Everest of our living room.
4.29 miles walked. 5.13 miles ran. My heart rate during the runs never hit the red line; that is, it never went above 160. The highest heart rate was 158. During the walks, my heart rate never went into any zone. So, my heart rate recovery time was pretty damn good.
It’s gorgeous outside, and I’m looking forward to a run. However, I’m working on my last cup of coffee. Quite frankly, I’m not going to do anything until I’ve had my requisite volume of coffee. Trust me; you’ll be thankful that I accomplish this one simple task.