At least it wasn’t a skunk

And it didn’t climb up on my lap. That always freaks out the GG, who seems to think I am befriending a catsa and will start feeding it or whatever. Anyway, I didn’t have a lap at this moment. I was standing up!

My encounters with neighborhood cats are brief. I enjoy an occasional visitor but other people around here do not want cats around. Why? Because they eat birds. Waaaaay back in the day, I was rudely awakened in the middle of the night by a crazed man who asked me if it would be okay with me if he “shot” a cat. (Oh, don’t get yer undies in a bunch. He was talking about an air gun. It’s illegal to shoot an actual faaararm within our city limits.)

Well, NOOOOOO! It would NOT be okay with me (I didn’t know what kind of gun he was talking about when I answered that question). The problem was that baby birds were fledging (in the middle of the night) and some cat was trying to eat them. The GG put on clothing (and took it off again) something like THREE TIMES so he could go outside and try to scare the cat away. In the end, alas, Daddy Bird lost the war. Sad? Yes. But whaddya gonna do?

It was a pretty darn boring day in general. I declined a “date” that involved a trip to Harbor Freight. I probably wouldn’t have turned down a date that involved a trip to the dump or Kiwanis.

I mobilized late in the afternoon and made sea scallops with greens (spinach and collard) and rice. Scallions, garlic, soy, sesame oil, and lime added a bit of zip. Recipe from the NYT cooking app and I ordered the scallops from Luke’s Lobster, which is a pandemic find although local stores also carry scallops. These were extra good and I will definitely make this again. Soooo good.

One Response to “At least it wasn’t a skunk”

  1. Margaret Says:

    Scallops? You are a gourmet cook! My Mari would LOVE to get outside to attack birds that dare to come into our yard but alas, she’s a strictly indoor cat.