This weekend, Jordan, my old man cat, started his winter routine of sleeping on the heat vents. His favorite spot is the floor grate in the upstairs bathroom, blocking the heat to the whole second story.
Fiona has taken her hunting trips into the pucker bush and comes home with an infestation of burrs. She gets testy when I remove them.
Then, there are the dogs. If something or someone is in the yard, they’ll raise a ruckus, but they like cats. Jordan has been their buddy since puppy-hood. Apparently, skunks remind them of cats.
But skunks are different from cats. Really different. These 2 have had several opportunities to learn that, but the lessons didn’t soak in. Saturday night, they came charging into the living room and PEW!!! Anne, the more cautious of the 2, wasn’t too bad, but Toby stank. We’ve been down this road before. A bath only makes your towels stink. Tomato juice is supposed to work, but I’ve never had any luck. So they slept outdoors.
Beth thinks Pepie LePew moved into a ditch close to the house, so we may be seeing a lot of him. This is the 3rd … maybe the 4th such adventure Toby and Anne have had in their 7 or 8 years. You know what they say about old dogs. It could be a fragrant winter. Do skunks hibernate?
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