As I mentioned, Edgar is really an expert at this, having been an indoor cat for ten years now, so here are a few more little tips from his store of “avoiding cabin fever” wisdom.
Hello from the outside …
Edgar reminds you to get some fresh air, even if you just stick your face out of the window and breath, for a slightly different perspective.
Don’t think, even for a second, about slacking on the physical distancing.
Edgar has his eyes (both of them) on you!
Be Kind, Be Calm, Be Safe, in the words of the wonderful Dr. Bonnie Henry.
You can do this!
[The actual story behind Edgar’s disgusted look — I was finally baking Phillip’s birthday cake and it overflowed in the oven, so batter was burning and making everything smokey, in spite of open doors and window. He did not appreciate the pollution of his indoor air quality.]
GETTING ALONG WITH YOUR POD-MATES
By now, things could be getting kind of tense with those you are sharing your socially distanced “pod” with, no matter how much you love them.
Small grievances or failures of etiquette can lead to dark places, without the use of some careful diplomacy.
Edgar, having led a harmonious indoor life for so many years, getting along with so many uncouth species, shows us how it’s done.
The morning begins with Edgar in his “rightful” spot in front of the fire.
Geordie wanders over and Edgar gets up to give him his morning head bump.
Geordie accepts the morning caress but then — oh dear — misinterprets the situation and moves into the fireside vacancy.
Now, this could have gone rather badly for Geordie (and you can see he’s thinking the same thing) but Edgar decides to take the high ground, satisfying his honour by subjecting Geordie to a slightly passive aggressive “butt in the face disguised as a snuggle” manoeuvre, before retiring gracefully to his second “rightful” place beside the fire.
So that’s how it’s done folks. Win, win and no noses scratched.
Edgar would love to hear about your domestic diplomacy victories in the comments.
Wishing you all peace, joy and a reasonable amount of merriment this holiday season.
Geordie and Edgar are, as you can see, anxiously waiting for Santa. There is a rumour that the man in red is bringing them each a cosy new bed.
I am still in my cast of course, so no far-ranging adventures until the foot heals. Luckily Marvin and Mavis come by several times a day to check in and assure me that they’ve both been very good crows this year.
Marvin, the always magnificent
Mavis, the ever-marvellous
Edgar wanted me to share with you some of his top tips for the having the best sort of holiday season …
Do lots of bird watching (or whatever brings you joy)
Keep up with your napping schedule
Listen to “Drinking White Wine in the Sun” by Tim Minchin (or your favourite holiday tune) and sing along
Don’t worry about the dusting, or anything else that seems overwhelming and/or not fun. Domestic triage is key.
Once the gravy is made, you’re entitled to a drink with rum in it
. . . OK, so those last few might have been me . . .
You can actually make up your own rules. I’m pretty sure Edgar’s good with that.
One of my most vivid childhood memories is sitting beside my mother where she’d tripped and fallen on the sidewalk while rushing for the bus to go shopping. “More haste, less speed,” she said, through gritted teeth. She had a pithy saying for every occasion, my mum, and most them were/are very true. We never did go shopping that day, or for many days thereafter, as she’d sprained her ankle quite badly.
I had great plans for this festive season. Finish up the local sales events early, leaving lots of time to update my online shop, go for long walks and catch up on the local crows and maybe even get some snowshoeing (ravens!) in before Christmas. Leisurely holiday shopping in the local shops, baking, …
Well, you can see how I was asking for trouble.
Like Icarus flying too close to the sun, here I am this festive season.
It seems to be a family tradition now, the pre-Christmas disaster. The worst was Phillip’s concussion from a bicycle accident a few years back. The most hilarious (although only in retrospect) was 2016 when Lily’s dog got sprayed by a skunk at 11pm on Christmas Eve.
The sore foot I noticed the week before the studio sale turned out to be a stress fracture. What with one thing and another, it took quite a while for the x-ray results and to get fitted for the stylish new boot, with a few days when I really could hardly get about at all. I was starting to feel pretty sorry for myself.
But, another one of my mother’s favourite sayings was “worse things are happening at sea,” and this seems to fit well into that category. We do have the Christmas tree up, and as long as I can hobble as far as the garden, or even the deck, I have some spectacular company.
It was a bit wet this morning, but Marvin and Mavis were, as always, on hand to say hello.
I think Mavis holds me partially responsible for the change in weather.
In the garden on the weekend, there was a positive Who’s Who of bird visitors coming by to cheer me up.
The most handsome Spotted Towhee
Towhees are new to the garden this year. Always a thrill to see that oh-so-stylish and dotty colour combination.
The world’s most winsome White Crowned Sparrow.
Sweetest Song Sparrow.
Cheery Chestnut-Backed Chickadee
I’m noticing that some of the juncos I’m seeing lately have more chestnut on their hoods than I remember in the past. I always thought they were more uniformly grey or black, so I wonder if there is some sort of avian gene pooling going on there.
For years we’ve had one single Anna’s Hummingbird visit the garden all year round. Recently she has found a friend with whom to squabble about the hummingbird feeder.
I’d never seen a nuthatch until this one started frequenting the garden a couple of months ago. I can always tell when he’s around by the honking sound. At first I thought it was someone’s car alarm going off!
Rosy House Finch
A couple of weeks ago I noticed a couple of house finches with eye problems in the garden. Internet research revealed that there is a very contagious eye disease that spreads among finches, and advice was to bring the bird feeders in for a week or so, meanwhile cleaning them thoroughly with a bleach solution (rinsing well.) I just put the feeders out again a couple of days ago and the birds are celebrating, but I’m keeping a close watch on the finches — and planning on cleaning the feeders every week from now on.