Sometimes, life is pretty quiet around here. Tedious, you might think. Sleeping is often the best pastime…
And then, sometimes, life takes it up a notch. Dinah’s friend has had a possum living in the studio for months (a couple of years ago, she had a big ol’ carpet snake living above the doorway between the art room and the press room!) and that was perfectly OK with the artists. They slept all day and went out at night, to fight and feed and breed. The possums, that is. The artists mostly worked all day and went out at night…
But last week, possum somehow got his back leg caught in a tripod-thingy. Another artist friend managed to free his leg and possum hopped away into a corner under the drying rack.
He was still there next day and Heather was concerned. She rang the vet. The vet gave her a list of numbers for people who rescue wild animals. Five of these people told Heather they “would get back to her.” They didn’t. So Heather rang Dinah.
Dinah carefully wrapped possum in a towel, put him in a box and took him to the vet on Tuesday.
We would like to say here that this was not our Dr.Vet. (And Dinah says he bloody well wouldn’t be, either!)
On Friday, she went back to collect possum and bring him home for a few days before releasing him.
She was very cross. Trust us, a very cross Dinah is a thing to hide from!The possum was still in the same towel, now soaking wet with pee, after 4 days!
We very kindly let him use a cat box to sleep in!
Other things have been going on around here…
Ages ago, some friends gave the bi-peds a thing called a barbecue. It was not working properly and they were busy doing other important stuff (who knows what they consider important?) so it just sat in a corner. Not working. Apparently, when these things work you can cook food.
Well, The Man borrowed some bits from another barbecue and joined all the bits together and made it work.
Dinah cooked pork-and-apple sausages. We had a small taste. Seemed an awful lot of fiddling for a small taste!
And I’ve been in trouble. Again! The Man kept threatening to “tie my whiskers in a knot” because I stropped my claws on the sofa. Look what Dinah came home with on Friday, in an effort to save my whiskers…
Apparently, cats “get great enjoyment, playing on the Kitty-Scratcher.” Really? The bi-peds put some crunchies on the top, in an effort to make me climb up. I jumped, and scooped them onto the floor to eat.
I did pose for one picture…still prefer the sofa!