Home at last

Mark will be home tomorrow -- finally!  Some of his 2-week offshore stays seem longer than others to me, and this time it seems like he's been gone for AGES.    

But he won't get home until close to noon, so since Al has a doctor appointment in the morning I'm going to have to get up in the dead of night so I can get ready in time to go by the barn and feed the horses, then drop Joey off at therapy and still get to work on time.   Yuk. 

Went by Wal-Mart this evening since we ran out of cat food and the "garage cat" -- I refuse to name her since she's not really our cat (even if she HAS been living in our garage for the last year or two) -- proceeded to howl and carry on beginning about 5 AM this morning, letting me know her bowl was empty.   She figured out immediately after it was pulled up that since the floor in Mark's bathroom was gone (there's just plywood there at the moment), if she stood under there to do her howling I wouldn't be able to STAND listening to her!  No kidding, it sounds like she's right under my feet when she does that and there is NO WAY to sleep through it!  Guess when we replace that floor we better think about some sound-proofing this time.  She used to do her howling at the window next to the front door, but she figured out quickly once that floor came up that it works far better to yell from under the bedroom/bath.  That cat is definitely assertive - and way brighter than I'd like her to be!  

But she's still a vast improvement over the new barn cat over at Al's barn.  That cat is STRANGE!  When I go in to shovel out stalls, he gets in front of me and rolls in the horse poo!  Hey, come on -- what kind of cat wants to be that grubby??  Is that weird or what!  But at least the skunks who used to live in the barn seem to have moved back outside since he came, so I guess having him around is a good thing.  Torri definitely thinks so.  She seems to really love him.  Lucky for him because I just find him really really peculiar.