One happy, one sad with a happy ending, one wtf is he doing, and one wtf is wrong with me.

One happy story

Athena, mother to our kitties, is in her forever home at Bobbi’s! She went home yesterday and is adapting well. I can’t stop smiling when I look at the pictures of her chilling in her new home! And I can’t stop asking Bobbi “how’s she doing now?” “now?” “what’s she doing?” Ha ha.

One sad with a happy ending story

This one is about amphibians so skip it if you want!

When I ride my bike in the basement, I often see shadows and movement in the window well. I assumed it was chipmunks climbing in and out (sigh) then one day I saw this guy hanging out and realized it was frogs!

I thought nothing of it until the next time I noticed a frog was in there and was trying to climb out and kept falling. So after I got off my bike I went outside and got two frogs out of there, and saw that there were several frog carcasses.

Ugh, I felt horrible that they were getting trapped in there and dying. (I think they’re climbing around in the hostas around the window well and fall in). So we put a “ramp” in for them to climb out, and I’ve been checking each day for trapped frogs. So far, so good.

One wtf is he doing story

I think Data is taking playing “the floor is lava” game to an extreme. For a few weeks, he’s been obsessed with sitting on tables and counters. And recently, he’s been trying to move from one raised surface to another without touching the ground. When he does touch the hardwood or tile floor on our first floor, he can only stand it for a little bit before bolting upstairs and getting on the bed.

Sigh.

The internet theorizes he is avoiding the floor because of fleas (nope), or he’s scared of something. He has been hiding in the closet a lot more than normal. Nothing seems to be wrong with his feet (that the floor would be bothering him). Poor dude. Thankfully, he is still going to the bathroom in the boxes on the first floor, but we had to move his food upstairs so he can eat off of the carpet (because he wouldn’t eat off the hardwood floors in the kitchen). If this continues, I’ll call the vet to see if he has any theories about what is going on.

One wtf is wrong with me story

Last night Khali was sitting on the carpeted stairs and I went to walk down them to pet her and fell and slid down several of the stairs on the outside of my left leg and the inside of my right one. Sigh. I have carpet burn, scrapes, and lumps under where I hit the steps. Oh, and did I mention it freaking HURT? I went to bed in pain. I feel better today, but pretty beat up. (Luckily I did not land on Khali – she ran up the stairs as I fell down, and is fine.)