When I woke up at 6:15 this morning my first thought was I had slept well, had not woken up in the middle of the night. Nice to be in my own bed, the one which can be mechanically inclined. My next thought was I am having a low blood sugar episode. Sure enough, it was 69. Nice to be home, where there is mint chocolate chip ice cream. Got stabilized, went back to bed, dozed a little but woke for real at 9:30.
Did my morning stuff, got dressed, played on Book of Face, searched on a few of the cat adoption sites. I was all set to go to the Santa Clara animal control center which is near where I work, when one of my theater friends recommended Nine Lives no-kill rescue in Redwood City. Tons of cats on the web site, a bit of a drive but I wanted to support no-kill rescues. They don't open till noon, which worked out fine, I was there at noon, but their clock was 5 minutes slow so I waited a bit in a comfortable chair in the front room.
The place is hard to describe. Along the walls are a grid of single-cat cages, a few with bonded pairs or a litter of kittens. Past those are room-sized cages, two rows three deep. In the first row is a cage of young adults, go through that to another cage with adults and through that to the elderly cats. The second row has FLV+ in one, LK+ in another and "barn cats" in the front one.
Hand sanitizer required while entering or changing cages.
Very nice volunteer who has worked there a long time took me around. She tried hard to find the cat I was looking for, a male Siamese adult, but the ones I liked were bonded pairs, and I can only have one, thanks to the stupid mobile home park rules. Oh yeah, and one FLK positive. Second choice was a male orange tabby, but none of those clicked. I was hoping for one more like Pumpkin, long haired, but these guys were all pretty scruffy. One she dug out of a corner, and he let me hold him, but he was completely passive, not much of a companion.
When I sat down in the young adult cage, a feisty B&W climbed up my jeans and jumped onto my shoulders. This was a signal for three others to climb up on my lap. A bit too energetic for me, and they needed more attention than I can provide during the day.
There was one cat who caught my eye, a huge calico named Juno. Female, in a cage along the wall, curled up in a bed too small for her. The volunteer opened the cage for me, Juno woke up, liked being petted, but when I picked her up she jumped back to her bed. Same with the volunteer. It was clear that Juno was afraid of the cats in the surrounding cages, all of which were in easy swatting distance. What she needs is her own place, with no other cats, lots of room, and no pressure.
Volunteer had a room cleared out and brought a carrier, and we took Juno to what turned out to be an exam/weighing room, poured her out of the carrier, and I was left alone to make friends. Juno was bent on getting off the table and when she did, she climbed under it, but she didn't fit, so she reversed and tried to squeeze under an even lower table. I picked her up and put her back in the carrier. But during all that time she never snapped or hissed or fought. And she is huge but not fat, which I like in a cat, and impeccably clean. Bright white fur with splotches of brown and orange and sepia.
So I filled out the form, which was fairly standard, paid all of $25, picked out a collar, got a discount coupon, a receipt and was told what it said on the web site, that I'd hear from them in about a week. They do some sort of background check, and the vet checks out the cat and it is microchipped. I'm pretty sure she has already been spayed, but that and shots are part of the deal. There is a 2-week return policy.
That all took 2 hours, which gave me time to make a Safeway stop (needed fruit & frozen stuff). Then home, remembered football was on. Caught the play which sealed the Raiders' loss, and then the end of the Colts loss.
Baked some frozen lasagna for dinner, ate that while watching the Saints clobber the Packers, flipping during timeouts to the World Series for just enough to check the score. Top of the 9th I checked more frequently and saw the final out - not a strike-out and you could hear the crowd gasp when the KC batter hit what could have been a base hit, but he was just barely thrown out at 1st.
Apparently pitching a full game shut-out is now a Big Deal. When I was a kid in New York and a real baseball fan (Yankees, of course), I don't remember there being "closers" or more than one pitcher per game unless multiple runs were being scored. It was all about batting. You won by scoring runs, and fielding.
Anyhow, it was nice to see the home team pull another rabbit out.
And in the background I have separated my trip photos by date, and am converting them to JPEG to upload to Flickr.
Also checked my cat stuff, cleaned out the two litterboxes, set the smaller one aside and filled the big one. I thought I had been feeding Domino elderly food, but I had switched to adult (1-10 year old cats) when she started losing too much weight. So I'm good. I had emptied and cleaned the water fountain last weekend.
Vacuumed the house. Watered the lemongrass, roses, and strip garden. Watered the indoor plants.
Plans for tomorrow: