Three nights ago I woke up in he middle of the night shivering. Seems a hard cold front had snuck in fast while I was sleeping and dropped the outside temperature from a lovely 65 degrees down to the low 40’s. Of course I had not put the heater on when I went to sleep and my house is incredibly full of holes, so the indoor temperature was a nippy 56. I grabbed another blanket, adjusted my three feline personal heating units into more comfortable positions, and went back to sleep.
Today it’s back up to the mid 70’s and will hit 80 in a day or so.
Hello winter in New Orleans.
I mention this not only because it’s the weather, which has a greater influence over the mood of those in leaky houses than one would wish to admit,
but also because of the unseasonable onslaught of flies.
Flies in winter! Now there’s March madness for you.
I have no idea through which hole the two humongous flies entered the house,
but they are in
and they are phenomenally large
and they are noisy
- buzz! buzz! BUZZ!!!
It would be so easy to just get the can of spray
and nuke those annoying ADHD aerialists for morbid.
That would end the annoyance for once and for all, at least for these couple of flies.
I could do that, yes,
but it would be so very selfish.
It would abate my annoyance in the stoppage of two insectine heartbeats
but it would break two tiny hearts that are far more dear to me.
All morning long Esme and Coco have been tearing about the house
in full attack and destroy mode.
Oh the feline acrobatics they have performed,
joyously throwing themselves after their prey.
They yammer and mew and chirp at their intended victims,
voicing threats of dismemberment, death and righteous ingestion.
I suspect too, that some of their vocalizations are curses to the gods
that did not grace cats, the most determined hunters ever created,
with the wings that they need and deserve
so that they could soar and swoop and catch the evil airborne invaders.
So I’ll put up with the buzz buzz buzz for now
in order to enjoy the kittens bouncing bounding joy.
Hey, I don’t have cable.
I take my amusement where I find it.
!!!!!Edit!!!!!
Oh freak!
I was sitting here at the keyboard, doing bills,
when Coco shot up onto the table beside me.
In hot pursuit, she leapt over the keyboard
and slammed to a stop as a fly hit the window with an audible thud.
Was the fly stunned or is Coco just insanely quick?
Whichever the truth, perhaps even both,
Coco swatted that fly, held it against the glass,
and then - gulp -
added a little variety to her diet.
I was seriously grossed out and oddly proud of her in equal and simultaneous doses!
Coco chirruped victory and strutted off, tail held high.
Now that’s entertainment!
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