What’s Up With All The Critters?

This week has definitely gotten off to an interesting start!  Yesterday morning Ellie and I slept in.  Around 9am I turned on the Disney channel, made Ellie some breakfast, and headed into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee (I’m still constantly thanking Ben for that Mother’s Day present!).  

As I was looking through my basket ‘o k-cups searching for what yummy goodness I wanted to drink something caught the corner of my eye and made me look out the window.  I looked up to see 3 deer, all does, standing merely feet away from the kitchen window munching on the grass.  Now, seeing deer in our yard isn’t out of the norm.  The proximity to the house is.  The patch of grass that runs between the house between the kitchen and the driveway is only about 10 feet wide, and it’s one of the few places in our yard where we don’t spot deer (and other various animal) tracks.  

What startled me even more was the fact the dog never barked at them, and the deer didn’t even seem to notice me only a few feet away on the other side of the glass.  I stood there watching them for a minute before I finally tapped on the glass to get their attention.  Heads shot up, tey looked over, and then finally they took off running.  I wish I’d had my camera nearby because that would’ve been a cool shot to get!

I continued about my morning starting laundry and such while Ellie played quietly in the playroom.  My Papa was doing his typical Monday morning grass cutting and stopped for a few minutes to get a glass of water and to tell me something ate all the corn out of his garden overnight, but it didn’t look like the typical damage from deer.  He went back to cutting grass, and suddenly stopped 10 minutes later.  I opened up the door to find my Papa yelling “Copper’s in the road!  I can’t get him out!”  Copper is one of my sister’s mini horses who reside in the pasture that runs behind both my house and my grandparent’s.  Sure enough Copper was walking down the road on his way back home with a line of cars slowly creeping behind him.  

Unfortunately we’ve had some pretty nasty storms come through the area over the last couple of weeks, and both Ben and my BIL have been working long and exhausting hours out in this super humid heat.  Neither have had time to check the fence line for fallen trees in the last few days, so Copper managed to escape the pasture.  Then the stubborn mini horse refused to get out of the road for Papa.  He even tried to nip at the mirrors on the first car following him!

Getting him out of the road was simple enough for me.  The dang pony loves the kids, so I took Ellie out on the porch, called his name, and he came running.  We wrestled him back in the fence, and got a hold of my BIL to tell him he needs to check the fence asap.  He spent 15 minutes out there, and said he found a spot behind the garden where the fencing was loose, but I don’t think that’s the great escape spot.  Ben’s going to check it when he gets home tonight since we’re both convinced there is a tree on the line in the woods somewhere in the direction from which Copper was coming from.  We closed the horses off in the upper part of the pasture away from the area we think is damaged.  No more escapes or damaged veggies since yesterday!

Well, no more escaping horses at least.  While we were busy getting the horse back in the fence the cat managed to escape out the door.  He’s not allowed outside ever since his run in with the bobtail cat across the street, so it wasn’t too hard to catch him.  I took Ellie to Nana’s so I could catch him without chasing her around too, and I let the cat run around for a few minutes until the heat became too much for the kitteh who sleeps practically 24-7 in front of the AC.  As soon as he found a shady spot to rest I scooped him up and took him inside.

And that’s when the smoke detector in the living room started going off non stop!  The good news is the house wasn’t on fire.  I did a thorough check top to bottom…no smoke…checked the attic, checked the crawl space, nothing.  False alarm.  I changed the battery in the detector, and it went right back to blaring.  I popped the battery out, called my Papa, and he ran to the store for a new detector, installed the new one, put in fresh batteries, hit the test button, nothing.

W.T.F.

We have smoke detectors in every room of our 850sq ft house thanks to my overly cautious grandparents, so I finally gave up on the detector issue and let Ben deal with it when he got home.  I went to bed last night praying for an uneventful day today, at least less eventful than yesterday.

This morning I opened my eyes at 8am, set about on our morning routine, and while fixing my cup of coffee looked out the window.  I mentally smacked my own forehead and swore I’d jinxed myself when I looked out the window and saw 2 cows standing in the yard, not ours of course.  The nearest pasture with cows is about 2 miles away, so I had to assume they came from there.  I called my Papa and got him to help me herd the two heifers into our pasture for safekeeping…we didn’t need more animals roaming the roadway today, and spend the rest of the morning tracking down their owner.  

*Sigh*

The cows were safely transported home an hour ago, and Ellie settled down for a nap.  That means it’s time for me to shower, relax, and hope I don’t have anymore run ins with critters for the rest of the day!

Put A Stop To It

Ellie and I finally found a few moments during the heatwave to get outside in the pool again.  Contrary to what you might think the pool hasn’t been our safe haven from the heat the last few days because it’s honestly been too hot to get in it.  Maybe if we had an above ground pool it would be different, but we’re stuck with a little pink blow up kiddie pool for now.  It’s big enough for me to stretch out in, so I’ll take it.  If I want to really go swimming we’ll hit the lake.

So, Ben’s off helping Daddy repair my Nana’s well pump, and Ellie and I decided to get in the kiddie pool.  That only lasted about 30 minutes because my aunt has a new dog, and it’s constant barking was driving me insane.  I can’t stand yappy little dogs that look like rats, and that one definitely yaps and looks like a rat.

It’s apparently got the best hearing of any dog I’ve ever known, too.  When we’re in our backyard more than 1000 feet away from her house the yappy little dog still hears us and barks…and it’s inside!  Our bedroom is also on the side of the house closest to her house, and I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep since she got the yapper.

The dog is 3 years old, and she got it from a friend at work who said she couldn’t take care of it anymore.  I don’t think the woman wanted to put up with the barking or do anything about it, so she pawned the dog off on my aunt.  I know that’s not the only problems she’s having with the dog.  It’s already torn up carpet in her living room and chewed up her curtain.  I want to drop by with some Dog Obedience Training info for my aunt, but I really don’t want to hurt her feelings or make her mad.  I just want the little yapper to leave us alone.

Cat Scratches & Yellow Jackets

Today has been one of those days that I wish we could have avoided all together. Seriously I would rather sit through ten Forex training seminars than have a repeat of this day.  I’m so glad it has finally come to an end for most of the household. I’ll be up for a bit longer, but I’m going to enjoy some much needed quiet time while everyone else sleeps.

I was up off and on all night last night with Ellie as she’s teething again, and nothing would console her. We went through just about every teething remedy I could think of, but my poor little munchkin was still miserable. I think the longest stint she slept was about 3 hours this morning, and then she was right back up at 8am crabby and miserable again.

She spent most of the morning crying and clinging to me, and when nap time rolled around she refused to nap. Things continued like this most of the day with the exception of about 10 minutes right after lunch when she was feeling good enough to want to play in the floor by herself. My step mom gave her my step brother’s old fisher price farm, and she absolutely loves it. She sat there for a good 10 minutes playing quietly, so I decided I’d take the opportunity to rest on the couch for a minute while watching her play.

No sooner than I sat down chaos occurred. I don’t know what the heck was going on with the cat, but he came running across the room and pounced on Ellie! She was sitting there with her back to me, and the cat attacked her from behind. I jumped up off the couch and ran to her, but by the time I got the cat away he’d already done his damage. He knocked her down face first which caused her to smack her face on the floor. When he landed on her back he dug his claws in leaving 2 small scratches on the top of her shoulder and a 3″ scratch on her right shoulder blade.

Honestly I think I was more freaked out about it than she was. She had a delayed cry that didn’t start for a good minute after I picked her up and started tending to her. I was so freaked out I called everyone I could think of to make sure I was cleaning it and treating it right. I cleaned it with peroxide and alcohol, and I was extremely surprised she didn’t so much as flinch when I wiped it with the alcohol pad. I thought for sure it would sting and make her cry, but nada. Then I covered it with some Desitin Multi-Purpose Skin Protectan after my search for the Neosporin came up empty. I won’t use regular Desitin because it makes Ellie’s diaper rashes worse (and does the same to 3 other babies we know), but the Desitin Multi-Purpose Skin Protectant has become my go to item for rashes, cuts, and scrapes when I can’t find the Neosporin. It’s basically petroleum jelly enriched with vitamins A & D, and I have two huge tubes that were given to me in my baby shower.

I was still boiling over the whole thing when I talked to Hubby and told him what had happened. He was already in a foul mood after tangling with a nest of yellow jackets today (luckily he was only stung twice) and finding out he had to work over tonight, so he was ready to find a new home for the cat as soon as he got home, but I convinced him he may be overreacting a bit. He yelled at me about how I should make sure to trim the cat’s claws more often if I want to keep him, and I responded that I trimmed them LAST NIGHT.  Sure I’m pissed at the cat, too, but I’m not going to get rid of him because he scratched her once, and he can’t blame me for it either. Things like this are going to happen in her life, and I can’t protect her from everything.

Of course the event put Ellie in an even worse mood as well. I finally got her to go down for a nap around 3:30, but it wasn’t to be. Not even 10 minutes later my grandpa (who I’ve repeatedly asked to call before he stops by so he doesn’t wake the baby) knocked on the door and yet again caused the dog to bark and wake her up. I struggled for 30 minutes to get her back to sleep, and yet again as soon as she closed her little eyes my FIL knocked on the door causing Bubba to bark and wake her up again.

I finally got her to go back to sleep around 5:45, and she slept about 20 minutes before Hubby came home and woke her up again. The fowl mood continued from there on out, and I think we were all praying for this day to end soon. It didn’t help that I burned dinner, stubbed my toe so badly on Hubby’s boot that it split open at the nail, and spilled tea all over my netbook.

The day finally ended about 15 minutes ago after rocking Ellie off and on for 2 hours. I’m crossing my fingers and hoping she wakes up in a good mood in the morning because another day like today will have me pulling my hair out. Better yet I’m hoping she’ll just sleep more than 2 hours straight tonight so I can get my stuff done and catch at least a few zzz’s myself.