fenchurch: (Funky)
I know I haven't updated here in ages... and it's all because of that age-old conundrum of either not having anything to write about because life is so boring or not having time to write about things because so much is going on! In the last month or so, I've been making an effort to at least read my flist and comment when I can, so I don't feel quite as out of the loop as I might have. At some point, I'll have to see if I can touch on at least a few of the highlights from the last several months (because there really were some cool things), but for now, I'm back to tell another Numfar story!

The other day, we had a bumper crop of birds out at our feeders... there were several dark-eyed junkos on the main feeder along with a couple of house sparrows, plus a half dozen Steller's Jays hopping around on the ground below. We've got the feeders on the other side of some large picture windows, just so the cats have something fun to watch (we call it the Cat Entertainment Center). Numfar was sitting on the windowsill and was REALLY excited about the birds. In fact, whenever I'd walk by, she'd hop down and run over to me and try to lead me back to the window so I could watch the birds with her (the few times I did, she got VERY happy and would watch the birds, then head-butt me and purr).

Well, it was getting later in the morning and I really needed to take a shower. As I've mentioned before, Numfar nearly always guards me while I'm in the shower (she's done it pretty much since we first got her... starting in the other house and continuing here). With a few exceptions, she'll usually sit on the counter with her back to the shower so she can watch the door (as long as it's open... if it's closed, she'll sit over by the shower and chatter at me). Well, that day, I'd picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, setting her on the counter where she took up her usual spot. I hopped in the shower, turned on the water and looked over... just in time to see her jump off the counter and leave the room.

About two minutes later, [personal profile] rackham came into the bathroom, laughing. Apparently, the moment I started the shower, Numfar had headed out of the room and hopped up on the bed where she had last left Mr. Mouse. She'd grabbed him, brought him to the doorway and set him up there so that he was facing out and "guarding" the door, and then ran out to the picture window so she could watch the birds again, content in the knowledge that I was well guarded. It always amazes me just a little that she even thinks of doing things like that... but Mr. Mouse has been set out to watch so many things for her over the years and I would absolutely love to know what, exactly, she thinks he is.

Mr. Mouse guarding the bathroom door. )

Crossposted from my Livejournal.
fenchurch: (Barefooter)
Followup on Numfar and the mouse: Still no idea where she caught it... I was assuming she would become obsessed with the area of the house where she found it (as an example, she once found a spider in a particular corner of our bathroom and now every time she walks into that room she checks that spot first... as if it is the room's spider dispenser or something), but nothing seems out of the ordinary from her today. I still just keep thinking back to how happy and proud she was... and I'm so glad that sort of thing doesn't bother me, because I think she would have been absolutely crushed if I'd freaked out about her first real kill (since I don't think bugs and spiders count). She was definitely bringing it to me to show off so I could be proud and happy, too. But again, soooo glad it happened while I was still awake.

Today we had just a few errands to run and had planned on spending the day working on projects around the house. First, we headed over to [personal profile] kehf's place... she was giving away her elliptical trainer, which is something I've seriously wanted (for those days when it's just too cold/rainy/snowy to go walking outdoors and I don't have time to go to the gym). With a bit of help, we managed to get it into the back of our car and got it home and set up before lunchtime!

We grabbed lunch at our favorite spot, followed by a run out to Home Depot to pick up a few things, then decided to go for a nice 30-40 minute walk on the Marymoor Connector Trail since we were already down in Redmond. And of course, after we parked, we had to do a quick look around to see if there were any Geocaches nearby that we hadn't found yet. Turned out we'd parked about 50 feet from the start of a Difficulty 3 / Terrain 4 Multi-Cache (Difficulty and Terrain are on a scale of 1 to 5, with 5 being the absolute hardest... and a Multi-Cache is a Geocache that has multiple waypoints with clues or information that eventually lead you to the final location). After a bit of dithering (because neither of us was particularly feeling like doing a D3/T4 today), we decided we could at least get started with it and work our way along the waypoints until it got too tough, then save what we'd figured out up to that point and finish it on another day. Ha!

I didn't keep close track of the time, but I think we were out there a bit over two hours... and for a great deal of it we were tromping through tall grass coated with a thick layer of fallen leaves, often hiding fallen trees and sloggy, muddy terrain. Probably the best workout I've had in ages, but wow... I am *sore* tonight, not to mention incredibly tired. We followed a lot of game trails to reach some of the waypoints, but also did a fair bit bushwhacking and climbing over fallen trees and branches and through thickets of shrubs and blackberries. And did I mention the mucky, muddy ground? Despite all that, it was pretty obvious that the terrain would be a whole lot worse at other times of the year (that area was actually a bit drier than it will be in the spring and there were relatively few blackberry brambles compared to how it will be later in the year). In the end, we managed to make our way over to the final location and found the cache! Yay! I love caches like this, where you actually feel like you earned every bit of the D/T rating to make the find. I still can't believe we did the whole thing today, though. Definitely not in our original plans.

And, even better, we did some detours along the way and found a few other caches and then got to go walking through "Doggie Disneyland" (aka the Marymoor Off-Leash Dog Park -- 40 acres of woods, fields and a dog's dream come true), which is probably one of my most favorite things to do. The place was hopping today, too, with dogs everywhere... running around, having the times of their lives and just being completely and utterly happy. All in all, it was a pretty good day.

ETA: Aha! I found a pretty good video about Marymoor Offleash Dog Park out on YouTube... just to give a bit of an idea of what it has too offer in its 40 acres.

Crossposted from my Livejournal.
fenchurch: (Cats)
Oh my.

Well, it finally happened.

Numfar just came into the bedroom carrying something and chirruping happily. I was a bit confused, because we'd put Mr. Mouse (the beanie baby) in his spot on the cat tree for the night already... and that's what she usually carries around the house. Then she dropped what she was carrying, making even more happy noises, and I realized she'd been carrying around an actual, real mouse!! Thankfully, it was a deceased mouse.

I'm just glad this happened before I managed to fall asleep and that I noticed something was up, or my deep-seated fear of waking to find a dead mouse next to me on my pillow may have come true.

OTOH, this means she found a mouse *inside* our house. Considering we live in the country (seriously, we're just up the street from a very large dairy farm), I guess I should be happy that this is the first sign we've had of mice inside the house since we moved in.

And, you know, take another moment to be VERY happy there will be no dead mouse on my pillow when I wake up in the morning.

Crossposted from my Livejournal.
fenchurch: (Cats)
So, last year I wrote about how Numfar goes on guard duty whenever I take a shower (and even got a photo of her doing it). She's pretty much always done it, and kept up the habit when we moved to the new house... there are a few times when she gives up her post: if the bathroom door is closed or if she knows [personal profile] rackham is in the other room or, as we recently found out, if she knows the bedroom door is closed, then she'll hop up on the ledge right next to the shower and chatter at me the whole time.

So, you can imagine my surprise this morning when I left both doors open and Rackham had headed off to work... and Numfar had hopped up next to the shower with her back to the door to chatter at me. My first thought was to wonder if Rackham had come back home for some reason, or perhaps he was ill and hadn't actually left this morning (I quickly ruled out the thought that there might be a stranger in the house... Numfar is so stranger-phobic that she would have been glaring at the door and growling if that were the case). Then I got out of the shower and saw exactly why she felt we were secure:

Photo behind the cut. )

Crossposted from my Livejournal.
fenchurch: (Cats)
On Thursday, I was getting dressing in our bedroom closet when I heard this rumbling noise... which seemed to abruptly stop and then start up again. I was getting seriously puzzled over what in the house could be making such a noise and whether I needed to be worried about it, when I happened to glance over at [personal profile] rackham's side of the closet and spotted this... )

Crossposted from my Livejournal.
fenchurch: (Cats)
Some friends gave Roger Roger to us for Christmas one year, wrapped in a small coffin-shaped box. We actually keep him tied to a chair these days, because he falls apart fairly easily... and for some reason, Numfar is convinced that he loves her and will pet her at any moment if she just hangs around long enough.

A cat and her cardboard robot friend. )

Crossposted from my Livejournal.
fenchurch: (Barefooter)
One of these days, I'm going to catch up on posting my daily photos and *stay* caught up. At this rate, though, it'll probably be around December 29th or something.

16 May - Numfar contemplating naughty things. )

17 May - Lazy pajama evening. )

18 May - Storm rolling in across the valley. )

Crossposted from my Livejournal.
fenchurch: (Cats)
No photo to go with this one, but it was too funny not to share. So, every morning, Numfar brings Mr. Mouse out through the kitchen to where we have the desks and drops him on the floor at my feet or behind me (singing the muffled song of her people the entire way). This morning, I heard her muffled "singing" and called out "Are you bringing Mr. Mouse?" And then heard something a bit unusual. Instead of a cushy, Beanie Baby noise I usually hear when she drops Mr. Mouse, there was this rather solid *plop*.

I turned around, just in time to see Numfar backing away from the small bowl filled with the egg I'd set down on the floor for the cats this morning (the yolk had broken and I didn't want scrambled), only now the bowl was also filled with Mr. Mouse. *headdesk*

I got him washed off and I don't think any of the egg sank into his "fur" but really, Numfar? And the whole time, she was looking at me like I'd lost my mind and was being extra cruel by depriving Mr. Mouse of his treat or something.

Crossposted from my Livejournal.
fenchurch: (Cats)
Sometime after we moved in, the faucet on the tub in the master bathroom developed a drip. Numfar decided that it existed solely for her pleasure, and we'd quite often walk into the room to find her licking water off the bottom of the tub and waiting for another drip... And then last week, [personal profile] rackham had a chance to take things apart and managed to figure out what was wrong (and, even better, fix it). The next morning, I went in to take a shower and was greeted by an amusing sight. )

Crossposted from my Livejournal.

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