It turns out Tempo is a girl, and she’s a healthy one at that. She has started romping, giving me small heart attacks as she heads to edges of furniture at top speed. She is starting to pounce, and enjoys chewing the edges of papers.
I’ve never had children and never wanted a kitten, but here I am, worrying about the little thing. She has grown from 10 ounces to 14 ounces. She is my sad-eyed kitten of the flat lands, an absolute delight and I’m very glad we’ve found each other.
Mark and I have piles of work to do right now. We have tons, apartments are emptying and we haven’t time to clean and re-tenant them all. We need to get to work. Wednesday was a day we were determine to get stuff done. It is also the day a water heater gave out on the third floor of the apartment building. We sopped up water. We removed the old water heater. We hauled a new one, got it in place, got it all hooked up, sopped up more water, and got the job done! We were very proud, and though it put us a day behind, we were even more determined yesterday to get stuff done.
Yesterday we were busy loading up the landlordmobile with tools when we heard meowing. Loud, cantankerous meowing, coming from a tiny creature. A very tiny, crabby, gray, fuzzy, did I mention tiny? creature. We took tiny creature in, did some research (Westland Humane Society had us call Animal Control who told us to call the Police who said they only come out for dogs), read more, and learned that the mama might be hunting. We have looked everywhere for more kittens or a mama. No luck. We put the tiny fuzzy beast back and left if for mama to find most the afternoon. No mama. Then is started pouring. Tiny fuzzy beast was sheltered from the rain but the ground was getting muddy, we gave up and moved tiny fuzzy creature inside. It turns out that tiny fuzzy needs feeding every three hours or so. We don’t know that animal shelters will be able to care for tiny fuzzy with so many creatures looking for refuge, so we are keeping tiny fuzzy, for now. I’ve been calling tiny fuzzy Tempo, because cats should be named for music, and because I’m trying to convince myself this arrangement is temporary. Kittens rely on their cuteness, and Tempo has it down.
Could you turn this face away?
Ten ounces, probably just under four weeks.
Feeding in the middle of the night. We are another day behind.
Mark and I have been insanely busy with rental units. Lots of folks moving this summer, we’ve had good weather and the grass keeps growing, roofs have been replaced, and we can’t seem to catch our breath! This past weekend, however, we did manage to have some fun.
We cheered the Tigers as they beat the Seattle Mariners Saturday night, and even got to watch the fireworks show.
We caught Thornetta Davis singing the blues at the Plymouth Elks Blues Festival. It was a wonderful way to see the blues, under a shady canopy of trees, relaxing in lawn chairs.
Then we hung out by the lake, watching a few friends play some music. A lovely weekend, but now it’s back to work!
I forget to post these little guys. I did them a while ago for a challenge. We had glued down torn paper, then colored on the paper, and rearranged, not giving thought to composition. Then we were to interpret the collage in fabric. Mine came out pretty ugly, so I did the logical thing and added prairie dogs.