Lazy Dayz

We're well into the school year here now; they started on August 6th. But the days are still very warm and when the kids get home it's out to the pool to practice feats of great daring or just to try and drown one another.

We're all falling into a routine and that's a good thing since stress and crazyness have been the norm for so long we almost forgot what routine was.

Jake is doing much better since he got "lost" in the garage for 5 days. We're pretty much only in and out of there during the week with the car (and then on weekends to try and go through the rest of the boxes still packed, which is how Jake got in there in the first place). We get into the car, pull out and close the door, only opening it to drive back in and then close it behind us. Mostly, we don't spend a lot of time in there because it's so freakin' hot. What with the heat and the garage not being cooled it's pretty much a miracle Jake made it.

I'd been telling Alec I was worried that Jake had gotten hit by a car in the neighborhood (it's like a slalom track for young drivers) since I hadn't seen him for a couple days and, believe me when I say, Jake does not miss mealtimes. The last time we'd been in there was Sunday and it was a Thursday evening when Alec went into the garage for something and thought he heard a sound. He called me and we tracked it to a very skinny, dehydrated kitty who had fallen into a steep canyon created by stacks of heavy boxes and couldn't get out. In fact, he could hardly meow.

We rescued him. He lapped up about a gallon of water and ate until his little tummy was full and then passed out on the cool floor on the patio. No kidding. Now he's pretty much his old cranky self. Alec says he's used up about half his nine lives so far. He may be right. Better watch le chat a little closer from now on.