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One woman’s trash

Wall heaterA major victory was accomplished last week.

The old Peerless wall heater that has been haunting my basement is out the door and on to a new life.

This heater ran on natural gas. I had it disconnected by professionals about a year ago.

Finally, my partner-in-crime and I wrenched it from its wall, used a Shop Vac to blow out years of dust, dog fur and dreadfulness, hauled it up to the garage, and listed it on Bis-Man online.

I didn’t know if it worked. I asked $25. And I sold it in a couple of days.

The man who wanted it was hot-to-trot. I could tell he was worried somebody else would get to it before him. He planned to use it in his garage. I really hope it worked for him.

Wall heater

Wall heater in the basement bedroom where the kitties live.

The biggest reason I was so ready to finally get rid of it was because the kitties had learned how to escape their room through the hole below it.

I awoke one morning a couple months ago to a very scared and mournful screaming. Sweet Pea had gotten out and apparently couldn’t remember how to get back into the room with Basil. So, I reinforced the cardboard that had been keeping them in, and went about my life.

A couple weeks ago, two days before their surgeries, I went downstairs to check on them. Normally when I open the door to their room, they both come bursting out ready for food and pets.

This time, only Basil was there. I looked in the room, fearful that Sweet Pea had found the wire underneath the heater and had chewed her way to an electrocution.

No Sweet Pea.

I went into the laundry room, which was the room to which the hole would lead. The door was closed, which meant if Sweet Pea was in there, there was nowhere for her to go. My laundry, etc., was scattered everywhere. No Sweet Pea.

I looked to the ceiling. I had been hearing weird sounds in the furnace ducts. Did she somehow find her way there? No way.

I went out of the laundry room and back to their room. On the way, I found Sweet Pea.

I reinforced the cardboard, and went to the laundry room to see how long it would take her to escape once again.

Less than two minutes.

Wall heater

You can see the rug.

So I shoved an old rug in the hole and hoped for the best.

That worked, but I knew it wouldn’t work forever.

Now, the heater is gone, the entire hole is filled with impenetrable sheet rock, and the room is secured.


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Sweet Pea and Basil (not a garden post)

There is a new chapter in life.

I added two kitties to my home, for better or for worse.

Skol! Sweet Pea and Basil

Sweet Pea and Basil watch the Vikings. Skol!

Sweet Pea and Basil first came to me as fosters. Their mother, reportedly an excellent mouser, was tragically killed. She left behind five hungry little offspring, who may have gone days without a meal until they were discovered.

They were born on a horse farm. A very loving horse farm, in that the matriarch desperately fed all the kitties every four to six hours until she couldn’t do it any longer. A plea went out on Facebook, to see if any foster families were available.

I grew up on a farm, with a steady stream of kittens to entertain me. I hadn’t really been around kittens for an extended period of time in about 15 years. So I decided, yes, I would take two little ones in, feed them until they were strong, and then send them back to the farm.

Sweet Pea

Sweet Pea, being sweet.

I couldn’t follow through on that last step.

After asking several people to see if they would like a couple kitties – and after having several come to the tough decision that they couldn’t take in two little furballs – I decided they would be mine.

Despite not wanting fur on anything.

Despite not wanting scratches on anything.

Despite not wanting to clean out a litter box.

Despite my partner-in-crime being allergic. And despite finding out that I’m more-than-likely allergic, too.

Despite all that, they became part of my home.


Basil loves to watch cars.

They spend their days while I’m away locked in a basement room. It’s not as bad as it sounds. I have a walk-out basement, so they get a ton of sunlight every day. When I get home from work, they are free to roam my house, minus my bedroom, bathrooms and laundry room. And on the weekends, they get many hours of roaming.

I think I will soon put a door on the entrance to my basement so that they get a little more space as they get bigger.

They have grown so much already. They feel like full-grown cats, through at only about four months now, I realize they will get much bigger yet.

Sweet Pea and Basil. My little sillies.

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Softly ascending and descending

After the monster blog post I already put out here today, I decided a second post published today should be much simpler. Read the rest of this entry »

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