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Life is without worry if you are a stoned house cat.

April 25, 2012
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The stoned house cat comes later….

Here is the deal.

I made huge progress on the”rice paddy” this past weekend but had a couple of odds and ends around it to finish before I posted about it.

I was going to do this Monday evening but was reminded I had assured mrs cohutt that the old iron patio furniture would be cleaned an painted this week. So Monday I spent 1 1/2 hours cleaning the carburetor of my pressure washer before blowing all the loose paint off of the 3 pieces of furniture (and soaking myself in the chilly evening air).
Tuesday afternoon I was home for a late lunch and let Albert out for a minute to relieve himself. While out there I decided I would add some water to the frog pond, so I turned on the spigot and walked towards the pond. About that time a horrific noise of groaning and splitting wood (large wood) came out of nowhere behind me; I knew the wind was bringing down one of the large trees in my neighbor’s back yard. I followed Albert’s lead and tucked tail and ran for my life away from the noise without the slightest consideration of looking back; both of us were hoping that fate wasn’t sending a monstrous (and failing) tree our way.

It turned out to be falling the other way, or at least half of it was, so we handily escaped the previously imminent death of 30 seconds prior.

I snapped this shot when one of the trees was halfway down; within the hour it finished falling, ripping 1/3 of the oak off as it went. (Note how far away I was lol…)

Funny, last week my neighbor agreed to split the cost of removing these but the tree man called to cancel and say it would be another week. The clump of ivy covered trees is what we were going to have removed; it is on her property but she agreed that they were a hazard once I put some money into the equation.

The other half of the tree that split is now leaning into the oak branches over the back of my yard, well within reach of the rice paddy. So I am comfortable NOT tempting fate and stay mostly out out that portion of the garden. My (new) tree man is going to try and take the “leaner” out in the morning and come back Friday to do the whole deal.

So yesterday evening I pulled out the HVLP sprayer and primed the furniture (safely out of “the radius of death” of course). Progress, yes, photo worthy, no.

Tonight I was still keen on the idea of retaining my current “100% broken bone-free” status so I finished out the rough-in of the front half of the yard’s drip irrigation system.

OK, so as this narrative has run long and most of you seem to prefer pictures, I leave you with a series of pictures of my thoroughly stoned kitteh, who munched on a bunch of the catnip (see red arrows) and then decided to roll about in a stupor amidst the section of drip irrigation I was trying to tie in at that moment.

I rest my case: Life is without worry if you are a stoned house cat.

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7 Comments leave one →
  1. namastemama permalink
    April 25, 2012 10:52 pm

    that is so VERY funny

  2. namastemama permalink
    April 25, 2012 10:54 pm

    The cat, NOT the tree hazard. I had a tree fall on my car while at work. I actually saw it happen. The company didn’t pay me a dime to have it fixed.

    • April 26, 2012 5:45 am

      Lol I knew what you meant.

      The noise of a large tree coming down on its own is something that you don’t respect unless you have seen/heard it. This one split lengthwise for 25 feet or so rather vocally and was investigated afterwards by two brick masons who were working well up the block.

      The good news was it hung up for almost an hour and I was able to reach my neighbor, who came home and took here 11 year old mutt dog in from her back yard before it finished falling (right into the dog’s empty pen etc).

  3. April 26, 2012 6:34 am

    Great post Cohutt, really started my day off with a smile (Also glad you didn’t get smooshed).

    • April 26, 2012 7:58 pm

      🙂

  4. April 27, 2012 5:31 am

    Wow! That must have been scary…huge noise just coming out of the ether. Lucky you called your neighbour….

    • April 27, 2012 6:55 am

      When you are crammed together on the small “city” lots parceled out 150 years back you can’t help getting to know your neighbors. (A good thing)

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