A Maine Coon.

 A Maine Coon.

 

Why the name almost always flits right out of my head is not likely to ever be one of the things understood around here, but some names of things just don’t always come easily. OliverTwisted was a Norwegian Forest cat, and that is one of the cats it took to develop the Maine Coons, but for some reason the Norwegian Forest thing has stuck in my mind, but not the other. Oh well. Sister-in-law to my daughter has one of those cats. They are huge—as in as long as a person’s body from neck to waist. Not necessarily heavy, but certainly heavier than most cats. As long as they are as sweet as our cat was, having one around the house might be pretty pleasant. Oliver woke me up from a dream one night when the old woman dreamed she was in a motor boat. As it was, the cat was on my head purring!

 

Went down to Patty’s this morning and took Roxy some more dog food. Our shipment from Amazon has been delayed for some reason, but at least United carries what they eat if it is necessary to go pick some up before the shipment gets here. If worse comes to worst, both dogs can always eat chicken and rice. But it seems funny to me that so many companies are having problems with their dog food lately. Metal in the product is not a good thing, but neither is salmonella! As it is, a trip to Sam’s took care of the pre-scription meds for Thompson at least for the next two months. It is crazy that the price is different each time for that stuff!

 

Went out to check on the hens earlier today and saw a great long rat snake on the shelf in the middle coop. Normally don’t have any hens laying eggs there, but apparently one hen had decided to make her own nesting area. Well, the snake found her eggs. Picked it up with the snake thingy to throw it over the fence, but it got away from me. Those things are fast! Teach me to get a better grip on its body!

 

It seems we are not through with the rain just yet. Not that it matters overly much. But the grass is getting just a wee bit tall again. So far, the hens and Roxy have found their way out of the jungle, but am waiting to see if the neighbors lose any of their kids! [Joking!] When we first had our yard in Petrolia, we had a stand of Johnson grass that would have made fantastic hay! We could go out there and get “lost” in it, but the chiggers just about ate us up! Daddy finally got out there with a sling blade and cut it down so it could be cut with a lawn mower. But Johnson grass was great for my horse later on when we did not have any good pasture. My old car was perfect for hauling it up to the house and dumping it in the back yard. Talk about work! Sterling said that their grass is about to get away from them as well. Just too wet to cut!

 

Reading about the offer that Israel has made to stop the war in Gaza and sat there and wondered if Hamas would even try to meet the demands. Israel still wants both living and dead to be brought home from among the hostages. This entire situation has been such a mess! It seems impossible to imagine that area ever being returned to anything even approximating “normal.” To rebuild, to disarm, to even begin to find a way to allow the population to leave Gaza, these things seem highly unlikely. No nation would allow the Palestinians to become refugees. How can they now be expected to stay and rebuild without some major help? And how can Israel expect those tunnels to disappear? Their proximity to Israel would be a constant threat. Our own nation has enough problems to keep us busy for the next hundred years, so it is not likely anyone here would have any good suggestions. Shoot! The Mexicans have just as many tunnels into Texas and California as Hamas has into Israel!! Sitting here shaking my head. Maybe getting old enough to know it won’t be my problem for very long is a blessing.

 

Let us ask for the blessings of God peace. HIS peace is the only real peace.