Monday, Monday

I'm going to try something new. I'm going to try to remember to post every day, even if all I have to write about is getting out of bed. I've been wanting to keep a record of that, anyway, because of my self-diagnosed chronic fatigue syndrome (CFS). Today I awoke to the strong smell of poop. I figured maybe one of the cats had used the litter box and the smell had just made its way to my bedroom. (It happens.) But then it seemed too strong for that, and lasted too long. My next thought was that one of the kittens had pooped in the bedroom. So I turned on the light and got up to look. To my surprise, there was DOG poop on the dog bed and on the floor next to the dog bed. Celie, my 13-1/2 year old dog, had pooped there for some reason. Celie is housebroken. She has been ever since she was a young pup. And she has 24-hour access to a doggy door, which she regularly uses to go outside and relieve herself. But not this morning. Now I'm worried. Why is my girl suddenly pooping in the house? Is she losing control of her bowels? God, I hope not. At her age that's got to be a very bad sign. I guess it's time for a visit to the vet.

 I'd taken something to help me sleep at about midnight, so waking up to the poop smell at 7:00 AM was way too early. I'd thought about going back to bed after I cleaned up the mess, but stayed up, instead. I've been extremely tired all day -- more so than usual. I'm about to lie down now and see if I can have a nap. 

I've seen a new feral cat and one kitten playing in front of the empty house across the street. I'm going to see if I can gain their trust, catch them, and have the mama cat spayed, and both of them vaccinated. I put out some food, but have only seen mama cat eating it, and only one time. When I checked the next day, all the food was gone, of course. I put some more out yesterday.

I also have a feral at my house that I need to catch and neuter. He won't let me near him. When I did manage to get close enough to touch him, he scratched me. It will be hard to catch him. If I put out a trap with food, one of my cats will, no doubt, spring the trap before the feral (I call him "Squint" because he has eye issues) has the chance.

 It appears that Peanut's milk has finally dried up. Just in time for her spay appointment on Thursday. Yay! She's the only one of the original feral litter of four that hasn't been "fixed." She got pregnant (my bad) before I could get her spayed. I think she's pregnant again, but she'll have a kitty abortion on Thursday, if she is.

 I'll try to remember to give some background about all this in my next post. I'm too sleepy now.

I went to Bush's Chicken to pick up lunch today. I didn't have anything in the house that I wanted to eat. I really need to go buy some groceries. I planned to on Friday, but my car had other plans. It quit working before I got to the grocery store. No big problem, but I spent an hour at the Chevy service department to find that out. Why didn't I do grocery shopping that day? I don't know. I must have had a reason. Maybe I just didn't feel like going out again. If I haven't gone by Thursday, I'll go then, in conjunction with my trip to the vet to get Peanut spayed and vaccinated.

 My driver's license expires on Sunday. I've procrastinated a long time and should have had it renewed by now. That's on the list of things to do by Thursday, too.

 Going to go nap now.