The sky is overcast. Not completely, but mostly, and certainly enough to get on my nerves. I wish the sun would come out and make my smile wider. OK, enough of that.
Jazi is getting better every day. Her little eye is still not healed, but it is looking much better as we go. I have to do ointment in the eye four times a day, and I have to clean it with saline solution at least a couple times each day or the hair around it gets gunked up so badly that it is tough on us both to get it cleaned up.
She has begun to do something I don't understand. She goes outside and curls up in a clump of the grass that is turning green or in a hole dug in the ground. She stays there for hours. It worries me that she does this at night when I don't know what might be sneaking around outside. I have guessed that she is keeping her distance from me and the dreaded eye medication. I go get her and she curls up in my lap for a while, then out she goes again. Once we go to bed, she stays, but up till then, it is a constant problem.
I have a new training technique for bad behavior. I keep a water bottle loaded with water, and when one of them misbehaves, I squirt just once. They do not like this, and they immediately stop. It works on Max so well that when he starts growling, he immediately looks at me to see if I have the bottle in my hand! He has almost completely stopped the growling. When Sammy starts instigating something, I give him a squirt and it is over right NOW! And now, with Lola, it is working on her grumbling, growling and barking to convince one of the siblings to drop her precious chewies! This morning she was sitting on the couch, having a minor hissy-fit because Joey was chewing on one. She kept growling under her breath while trying to stare him down, something that wouldn't happen, because he is one cool customer who doesn't get rattled often. I gave her one little squirt of water, and she immediately stopped the noise. She sat very quietly for about 20 minutes, when he was done with it. She stood up and sneaked very carefully over to him, and clutched the chewy in her jaws, then walked away. As she sat down with it, she emitted a huge sigh, as if she had held it in as long as she could!
My feral cats are back and eating again. They took a vacation while my guests and their two dogs were here, go figure. Their dogs are medium size, probably around 30 pounds, and apparently, the cats didn't trust that they were kept inside at night. That's when they come to eat. I had catfood out for the entire week, and it wasn't touched so far as I could see. I'm glad to see it is being consumed again.
Well, I guess I will get myself out of the house and do some work in the yard. It will help me if I get busy, and it is cooler with the cloudiness. Actually it is 68°, so it merely looks cool. Good yardwork weather. sigh. I can't seem to talk myself out of this!