About a month or so ago I let Herbie inside out of the rain. He was dripping wet. Not just a little bit, his feet were slipping on the floor boards, his tummy was all wet from the grass, he was saturated. He is normally really good at seeking shelter when it rains so this was quite out of character. Franklin on the other hand doesn’t seem to mind getting wet and makes no effort to avoid the rain. But any way, I digress… Herbie was really wet.
I did not want him to get on my bed, or the chairs, or the couch really for that matter. But that felt cruel. So I got a couple of towels out of the old towel pile in the laundry (usually reserved for the bottom of the cat travel cage or for wrapping my jars if I am making yoghurt). I put one out folded in half but laying flat. The other, knowing Herbie’s love of feeling secure and surrounded I rolled into a long snake like shape and made a circle. Popped Herbs in there. He didn’t leave for the whole day.
The moment he did Franklin jumped in. For the last month there has barely been a 10 minute window where there has been no one in the nest. They tag team. Franklin is in there at the moment. It is ugly, it is one of the first things you see when you walk in the front door. My sister said it has to go, I have won so far, they love it too much. My other sister even had an illness induced nap in there with Herbs, everyone loves the nest!! I opted not to take a photo of her and respect the sanctity of the innocence and trust of sleep.
I will keep fighting for the nest to stay til the boys stop loving it so much. If it is hot they spread out,
if it is cold they like to be snug and wrapped in.
If the nest is taken they choose between the chair, the box, or my bed
So I had a very decadent breakfast for one over the weekend. A massive bowl of coffee (I normally don’t drink coffee as I am quite sensitive to caffeine. I was bouncing off the walls after this one!) and a lovely bowl of porridge that had grated apple, cinnamon, chia, honey, roasted hazelnuts and grated dark chocolate on top. Delicious on a rainy morning!!!
The calendula has started flowering, I plan to make a calendula salve when I have dried enough of them.
I am going to try and grow my yearly intake of linseed (flaxseed), this year is a trial to see how it grows, next year I will plant it en masse. Pretty blue flowers.
I had a glorious snack this afternoon. Home made, zero waste hummus dip! pulled a carrot out of the garden, cut it up for dipping. Heavenly 🙂
Plus Herbie says Hi. He loves to smile for the camera….
I am not wanting to fat shame Herbie. He is beautiful inside and out. It is just that there is so much of the outside to be beautiful.
We got him when he was around 5 years old. The animal shelter named him Herbie The Love Bug. He was super super friendly and quite thin. Around 4 -5kgs. We kept his name but shortened it down to just Herbie for day to day life. Turns out he was so friendly because he was hungry. He is now 10 years old, he is 9.6kgs. Still friendly, still loving, but that element of desperation that was part of the love when we got him is no longer present.
Herbs has a fairly sedate life. He lives mostly inside. He used to spend time sleeping outside in the old dog kennel but I closed it up to stop the chickens laying their eggs in there. Sedentary doesn’t even begin to cover his lifestyle. Random episodes of crazy energy that last approximately 30 seconds to a minute. Then he is done for a few days.
I have threatened him with a treadmill. He doesn’t seem concerned. Both the cats only eat dry food which I believe is high in carbohydrates. They are underfed. The vet has said there is nothing wrong with him except that you can’t get your hands around him and you cannot feel any of his bones ie. Obese. I think his problem is due to his absolute lack of activity. Franklin is slowly losing weight and Herbs is gaining. He must be eating the lions share!
I would like to say that I handled it well but I did not.
I was in the back yard. Herbie (my sisters cat) walked up to me looking for pats (fairly standard so far, I know, but wait!)
I looked at him, I thought, holy fruit bats what the hell is that on his side?
Is that..? could that be..? it is a flippin’ dirty great spider. I backed away (step mother of the year!) Herbie followed, totally unaware of the monstrous thing on him. I was unwilling to brush it off (WAY too big for me to have contemplated for even a moment!) So being the responsible adult that I am I grabbed a stick.
I tried to get it off with that, still unsure if it was dead or alive (it was approximately 4 or 5 cms big but not black and shiny, more like a young Huntsman [I thought about googling that to make sure I spelt it right but am absolutely unwilling])
I got in a swipe before Herbs knew what was going on. It moved, but I couldn’t tell if it was from the stick or evasive tactics. I was worried it would bite Herbie. I was worried it would spread its wings and fly at me (recurring nightmare of mine). I went with decisive action, sure I could swipe with a stick and precision. Sure. So i did. Half its legs fell off. The body disappeared into the grass. I think it was dead to begin with.
Herbie sleeps in the other kennel in the back yard. He rarely ventures from there. It came from that kennel I am sure. His kennel. But it totally smashed my delusions re no spiders in Princess Leia’s kennel. Luckily she hasn’t laid yet today as that egg would have been staying there. Now she can lay there no longer. I have decided and I am resolute.
This is the action I have taken.
Mean I know, she hasn’t done anything wrong. But there is no chance that I am sticking my hand in there with the image of Herbie’s friend fresh in my mind.
Herbie does think I was swinging a stick at him with wild abandon. No idea of the danger he was in. Doesn’t know that I fought some very strong fleeing inside instincts to deal with his situation. Lucky he is super forgiving, I am not ready for him to sleep on my lap yet but those issues are from my end…