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Poofy and Oliver continued their hijinks in January. Poofy has really come to love catnip but does not love going to the vet. Sunny’s painting that Heather made several years ago watches over the other cats. Oliver continues to want to be best friends with Poofy but Poofy continues to not want to be acquaintances. We’ve been letting Poofy outside more to walk around in our downstairs garden area.
Tonight Samantha and I went for a walk rather than a jog. Neither of us were particularly feeling in a jogging mood. Walking up the side road that I speculate may have been the original way up Witham Hill from the east, we saw a small herd of deer munching on the landscaping of a house. Down in the wetlands, we were bombarded by a host of bats as night fell. The cat that we had seen several nights previous with the “I’m Not Lost” tag made a reappearance far down the wetland path. That kitty has quite the range!
Walking back to the house, we were accosted by several more cats out looking for some loving. It seems that neighborhood is quite the mecca of petting-whore cats.
Tonight we went jogging as the night fell across Corvallis. The streets were dead due to the OSU vs USC football game at Reser Stadium. On one of the paths near Circle Boulevard, we saw a small rodent very much dead. Its entrails were spewed across the sidewalk a few feet away from the body.
Going through one of the neighborhoods on the top of Witham Hill, not one but two cats followed us in succession. The first cat came up to Samantha and let her look it at its collar. It said “I am not lost.” The second cat just about jumped into her arms demanding love. We left the two kitties behind and ran down the hill to the Co-Op where we purchased supplies for dinner. In total, we went three miles.