I went to the gym after work and got home much later than usual.
Our neighborhood has a community kitty. I call it question-mark kitty because its tail is always curved like a question mark. I have never seen it straight. It has never been pregnant, so I assume it is a boy. He is well-fed and has lived several years already. I realize there is a good chance he is someone's outdoor cat.
I pulled into the driveway and there he was sitting in the front yard up by the house, but he was hurt. He is not using his front left leg at all. He is holding it up all the way to his body so that when I first saw him - and at second, third and fourth look I thought he had lost a leg. So many thoughts went through my head: HOLY BUCKETS! OH MY GOSH! He can't have just lost it, so maybe he had surgery or someone helped him.
I went inside and grabbed some food. When he turned around to look at me, I realized he didn't really lose the leg after all. He only ate a little bit, but I went in the garage and got the live trap. I didn't really know how to use it, but I got it set up. By the time I got out, he was gone. It is now outside the downstairs window to be monitored. Obviously we can't leave that out all night without meeting an angry possum in the morning.
And NO THANK YOU to that.
We are expecting thunderstorms that are in parts of Iowa already producing ping pong ball sized (I think that should be hyphenated) hail. That's pretty big and potentially damaging hail.
Have I said how much I love my Hamilton Beach stick blender? Love it! I mixed fresh pineapple, strawberries and plain yogurt. It ate up that pineapple like no one's business. Then I ate it up like no one else's business.
We're all business here this evening.