~Cynthia E. Varnado
I want you to know that this is not a blog that is devoted to anything,especially cats. That being said, between dealing with kittens, adult cats and our "know it all grandson" (baby Huey) lately our time is used up. Our grandson is off seeing the world on our retirement funds and the kittens require a lot of attention since they were weaned too early. The kittens appear to be surviving well. I don't know about Baby Huey.
This is the Hawk.
This is the bait.
Lest you think I am being a sissy here squealing like a pig let me inform you that these kittens are equipped with brand new very sharp teeth and claws. While taking this video I was being subjected to the death of a thousand cuts. When I stopped this foolishness I was bleeding. Since then there have been a few lessons in 'sitting on grandpa's foot' etiquette.
The photo above is after nearly an hour of picking up so there was some floor to walk on.
In the course of the day I spent over four hours just picking up things to reduce the fire hazard. I took out 17 empty or half full plastic drink bottles and a dozen cans. All were hidden in that mess you see above. I took out about a pound of melted candy and a full lunch sack of wrappers. Personal notes, papers and porn were all trashed. A garbage bag of dirty clothes were taken out. I picked up five dollars and 60 cents of coins from the floor. You see he doesn't care for coins just paper money (preferable large denominations) and coins are just too much trouble to bend over and pick up.
That room is a little more tidy now but still too cluttered to live in. I quit because I was tired and hungry not because I was finished. He may not want me to clean it again since my only tools are a broom, a dustpan and garbage bags but I may add a manure fork and shovel. Most of the stuff I didn't really want to touch.
It will not ever get this bad again as I have appointed myself the "Fire Marshal" and now will conduct regular inspections without warning. The premises is on the condemned list currently.