“Dogs and cats living together! Mass Hysteria!” Peter Venkman, Ghostbusters

Is this a sign of the end? Probably, every day is the end. But the end is also a beginning.
“Dogs and cats living together! Mass Hysteria!” Peter Venkman, Ghostbusters

Is this a sign of the end? Probably, every day is the end. But the end is also a beginning.
New reading material! On a branch in one of my internet rabbit hole dives I found mention of “Wild Fibers” publication. It is now sitting next to my chair along with my Spin Off magazine.

So much fibery goodness.
The temperature is dropping, the wind is blowing, and the flock is huddled in a feathery ball in the outside run. Huh.

The coop is open, and draft-free, just in case you are wondering. It is their choice to be in this place at this moment. I don’t understand chickens. As a side note, they did have all their heads tucked down, until I so rudely crunched the leaves and rocks trying to take a picture.
Ah, I bought more wool. I saw that one of the breeders participating in Shave ‘Em to Save ‘Em had four ounce bags of Clun Forest Roving ready to ship. I haven’t spun any of that kind of wool. I caved. Even though it has been washed and carded, it is still spending a couple weeks in the freezer, just in case something hitched a ride. Along with the whole alpaca fleece I haven’t yet processed. Hm.


My eldest and I set up the live traps to start catching the feral cats in the woods. Five of the cheeky things came and circled all around the traps, even managing to steal some tuna (in oil) without springing a trap. One even sat on top! We eventually caught one, and our neighbor caught one so we had two to take in for the TNR (Trap Neuter Return) program. We are only allowed two a day, so this was a good result.


Even better was that they were both tortoise shell and thus both female. I’d like to get the boys out of the baby making business too, but this was a definite reduction in the possibility of more kittens. The poor things were very scared. Neither one made a peep the entire time in our care. As instructed, we checked on them every hour, and we were able to change out pee pads without any attempted escape. In the morning, we set them free in their territory. It seems strange to let freshly neutered felines out into the woods, but they wouldn’t take any water from us, so most likely wouldn’t eat either. The shelter said they will probably hole up for a couple days before venturing out again.
