Saturday I got to take the cats to the vet. I've never taken the cats to the vet before, and Paula was busy, so I got to do it all by myself. I got the carrier out and Pepper just walked right in. Sam, on the other hand, ran and hid under the bed. I finally dug him out and got him in the carrier, then took them both out to the car. They whined and complained the whole drive.
The vet and the vet tech were both very nice. They weighed Pepper (our black cat) at 13 pounds (good thing I'm not superstitious). Sam is a whopping 16 pounds (the vet said they had a dog in the next room that was only 4 pounds).
Poor Sam's fur was matted down pretty badly near his tail. They offered to shave it off, which is what we were hoping for. Now Sam has a big bare butt! (For those of you who have never met Sam, he's a Maine Coon Cat – very long hair.) They both got their shots, and when the vet was done, they both eagerly climbed into the carrier, ready for the drive home. And they didn't make a peep after we left the vet (too traumatized?).
Sunday was busy too. We finally borrowed a self-propelled mower from her dad. After sweeping up a trash bag full of acorns from our driveway and front sidewalk, we mowed the front yard. Oh, there were still plenty of acorns in the yard. I did my best to get sticks out of the way, but those acorns were not fun to mow over.
The back yard had been growing like mad. It didn't help that we hadn't mowed in the three weeks we've been there. Our lot is about 1/3 of an acre, and most of it is in the back. There isn't much else back there, so it was pretty straight forward. We took turns and got it whipped back into shape. Over all, it took about three hours (including all the sweeping). I'm sure it won't take that long as we get used to the yard.
I gotta tell you, it wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be. I've always lived in apartments since moving out of my parents, and really (REALLY!) wasn't looking forward to mowing. But we got through it and everything looks pretty nice.
Oh, and I found a pile of hair by the corner of the house. Looking closer, I saw... little bones in there too. I don't know if it was a small cat, or a rabbit, or what. I wasn't sure if I should mention it to Paula or not. I figured it was her house too, she might want to know about it. That probably wasn't a good idea; she didn't react well. We only had a snow shovel and that wasn't going to get the job done. After a quick trip to the hardware store for a real shovel (and some work gloves), I dug up the mess and threw it away.
Ah, the fun of being a home-owner!
-- C.