Carole from Destyny Sphynx called yesterday. The kittens are born! It happened on Tuesday, April 22. My new kitten will share his birthday with John Waters and Aaron Spelling. Also my favorite TV old guy, who I always wanted as an adopted grandpa, Eddie Albert. Also Vladimir Lenin, who I can’t say anything witty about because I’m not real great at history. Okay, instead of me continuing to list people born on April 22, check it out HERE if you want.
Anyway, Carole said Chelsea had seven kittens! Five are male, so I’ll have a nice group to choose from. All of the kittens have blue eyes, and she said patterns are hard to tell right now. One looks to be black and white, some of the others look pointed (darker on their paws, ears, and noses), and some are kind of an indeterminate white and will show their patterns later. She said I should wait for a month before I come to visit. By then, she said, the kittens will be showing their colors and Chelsea won’t mind me looking. Until then, Chelsea will be a caring and cautious mother. Carole said Chelsea has only left the kittens twice since Tuesday to pee. I don’t think I would make a very good mother cat. I would have to leave my kittens every couple of hours.
Now that the kittens are born, I can send in the deposit. It is official! I’m getting another naked cat!
My house has been pretty warm in the evening lately. The sun heats it up during the day, but the cool of the evening has a hard time getting in.
I brought my fans out of storage in the basement yesterday. There were two down there. One was a tower-type fan, and the other was a regular round fan on a tall base. Both of them don’t work properly.
The tower fan has a thermostat on it or something. It blows for three seconds, then is off for four seconds, then on for two seconds, off for two seconds, and so on, and so on. I think I could stand it if it were predictable, but the “on” and “off” times seem to be completely random.
The round fan works fine, but is very hard to turn on. It has a metal plate in the grill that you’re supposed to be able to touch and have the fan turn on. But it doesn’t work like that. Instead, I have to squeeze the fan at the top and the bottom of the grill while touching the metal plate with a spare finger. After the fourth or fifth try, the fan comes on full blast. If I want “medium” or “low” speed, I have to squeeze and touch again. Botheration!
I think I’ll be getting a new fan after my next paycheck.
Yesterday morning when I went downstairs to leave, I noticed I had left the front door unlocked all night. I had been working in the garden the day before. I often leave the front and back doors unlocked when I’m outside, because I never know which door I might need to go in. I guess I came in the back door and locked it, but left the front door unlocked.
I’m not dead! Nobody came in to my house. (Unless they did, and they’re hiding behind the shower curtain, waiting to surprise me.) Who would’ve thought I could leave the front door unlocked in Baltimore City? Will I do it again, but on purpose this time? Nah. I don’t own a gun yet.
I was eating a bowl of Quisp last night when I noticed that one of them had a black thing on it. It was probably just a small burnt speck from the cooking process, but I had a bad experience with cereal bugs in high school, so I wanted to be sure. I lifted the piece of cereal out of the bowl to get a closer look, and it went all blurry. Confused, I pulled it back a little. It went in focus. Close up: blurry. Out farther: in focus.
Dang.
I have suspected this was happening, but now I think it’s confirmed: my near-vision is blurring. It certainly isn’t glasses time yet, but anything closer than three inches from my eyes starts to lose focus. No more extreme close-up looking for me.
I’m on my second tube in a row of Tom’s of Maine Wintermint toothpaste. I used to revel in buying new toothpaste. I’d look everything over and find something I’d never had before. Then that first tooth-brushing would be really good, or it would make me cringe because I’d be using that toothpaste for the next several weeks.
But now it looks like I’ll use the same toothpaste all the time.
A former co-worker once said he tried to shave in a different way every morning to keep from becoming stale and inflexible. I felt offended because I always start with my right sideburn, then my left, then my upper lip, chin, and neck. Am I stale and inflexible? I don’t think so. I think it’s about being efficient.
So is my repeated use of the same toothpaste a rut I’m stuck in? Well, my trips to the toothpaste isle aren’t as exciting anymore, but I’m glad to be using something I consistently like. Toothpaste rut? Let’s just say I like brushing my teeth.
