Birds, Bees and Blood

What a day. Earlier today I was covered in Bees. Now I am covered in Blood. But I jump ahead....

Before we even got to the bees, The Birdchick and I found an Oriole in the garage! He did not seem inclined to fly OUT, and indeed, sat happily with the bee supplies. She was able to catch him, and he sang quite happily in her hands. And, she, being a good sport and knowing I do love Orioles, let me hold him. I am posting the picture as much so you can see the nice bird, but also so you can see the new heights I have achieved with hair-styling. Yes, people, hours of work every morning before I nip into work, both on the hair and makeup. It is also a rare photo of me in PINK.



We did the Bee Things, The New Queen Kitty arrived and was installed in her hive. A full report is up, or will be shortly, over at the Birdchicks Blog. I just do the colour commentary.

But here I am, as you can see, Covered In Bees!



Keep in mind here that there is also a fair amount of Assistanting going on and one switches from learning new skills regarding the Birds and The Bees to hoping one has the skills to outwit the never ending e-mail and three phone lines and evil airlines all in moments.

Things did not, however, get exciting today until I got home.

(Ominous Silence.)

I went to greet and feed Jungle Loves 1 and 2, and found that Jungle Love 2 had dug INTO the wall, removed the heating grate and is now somewhere in the duct system of the Spooky House. I had no idea this was possible, but it seems like if it could be done, a Bengal would do it.

Fortunately, Jungle Love 1 is too FAT to get down. She had another escape plan. She bolted past me and out into the house. I trapped her in the sun room. Mim in there too and shut the door. She ran screaming and yowling and running around the room, Mim sat on the fireplace and screamed, Venus, on the other side of the door, screamed and threw herself against the doors.

I tried to remain calm.

I cold not pick her up, she is the strongest cat I have ever seem and fought like the Demon she is. I got a towel, and she got me with her remaining back claws. Both arms, bloodied and painful.

I did not feel like doing any force holding when I finally got her in the towel.

I took the struggling mess back into the room, and went and wrote the Rescue Group for advice. SO far nothing helpful. Sitting in the room with food out until she comes out and then b;ocking the grate MAY work, but I am pretty sure she can out-wait me.

And oh, just to end on a positive note, the keyboard I took from my old IMAC seems to work fine.

Love, Birds, Bees and Blood,
Lorraine