On Friday, a little bit before three in the afternoon my dad came in to my room after he got a drink from town. He told me that he was going to clean out his truck from the inside, which I was even surprised he brought it up and actually completed it. Well, before he got started he asked me if I wanted to go out and “play” with the kittens. Okay, first of all I don’t play with them, even though I do love scaring the crap out of them and chase after Bear-Bear, but I find that fairly normal considering he likes to chase after me when I have my pants that have big sleeves (the joy of having small legs!) and Bear likes to bite/nibble on my feet. He does it for everybody, he finally did it to my dad which lead to him getting tossed back outside afterwards. Anyways, I went outside and usually there are like three or four cats on the front porch waiting for that one second when you’ve got the door open enough for one to squeeze in really quick. Bootsie, Midget, and Bear are VERY bad at this. Bootsie and Midget are also our climbers too. They’ve climbed up the window and front door screens. This is NOT something you want to hear late at night, at times my parents will sleep out in the living room. They’ve been freaked out a couple of times.
While I was out, I had to go to the backyard to find anybody because they were all at the back yard, waiting to slip inside as dad was coming out. I actually took my time going to the backyard. I like to get some front yard shots with my phone, but there’s not much to capture in the front. So after attempting to get a few shots, I finally went to the back and the babies looked like they were surprised to see me. I like to go in the very back of the yard, towards the trees. I tried to stay out in the sun as much as I could because it felt amazing just to be in the warmth. It wasn’t too bad in the shade either. Kind of breezy, but not too bad! My dad’s truck was in the middle of the yard and it was kind of weird to be outside with somebody else, I’m mostly out there alone. So of course, the times I want to try to mediate and relax, my dad is there throwing stuff away. I took too many pictures of all of the trees and changing colors of the leaves. I watched the babies play with one another, they’d chase after each other and jump straight up in the air and clash. Around this time, the wind was blowing and every leaf that was hanging on the tree branches above were flying all around us, the babies didn’t know what to do with themselves at this point. They were chasing after the ones that landed on the ground. It was cute, until a stick came crashing down on my head while I was taking pictures of the cats by the tree. I felt like Henny Penny and the sky was falling.
My mom was having a rough day, so work let her go home early. I had been outside for an hour or longer. I don’t necessarily remember the time, but it was before the Bloggers Do It Better chat started. I came back in as Dr. Phil was starting, thankfully I’ve already seen that episode! When I came back inside, my mom had to put some itch medicine on my foot. The one bad thing about the weather getting a little warmer, the bugs were back in full swing. So I was around the bees and mosquitoes again. As I was watching the babies chase after the leaves, I was rubbing my right heel against the side of my left foot, I discovered a black bug on my foot. Apparently, I had killed it, whatever it was. Well, about seven seconds later that entire side of the foot started itching and then all I saw were two white circles surrounded by red skin, something had left me a parting gift. Bugs like getting me on top of my bones of my feet, but of course that’s were my veins are too! I was trying my best not to mess with it, so I kept distracting myself with trying to get pictures with the babies including the last two to the party: Bootsie and Wren. I still didn’t get a picture of Bootsie.