While the weekend was fantastic (the opening photo will attest to that as regards the weather), it didn't start off all that auspiciously. It was a three day weekend (the past week having been the short week of our 9/80 rotation), so it had that going for it. However comma...
After departing the office Thursday in the afternoon, I climbed into Big Girl (the name which I have given my automotive conveyance) and contemplated the coming weekend.
"Let's see, I'll get up around 0800, with all that getting ready entails, plus the need to fill the fuel tank...Turning to my right, I noticed that the passenger-side window was rolled most of the way down. My initial thought was...
Damn. Why is it so drafty in here?"
"Did I do that?"Perhaps that morning I had been fiddling with the switches after parking the vehicle, but prior to dismounting. So I hit the switch to put the window up.
So I dismount and walk over to that window. There is perhaps three inches of window exposed so I grab onto it. Slides up, slides down, effortlessly. Hhmm, seems like an automatic window should provide a tad more resistance.
Yup, the passenger-side power window is malfunctioning. As in, doesn't even feel like it's hooked up.
Well, thinks I, looks like we'll be taking The Missus Herself's car on the morrow. Not a big problem, just need to tape this thing up when I get home so it won't get wet if it rains. I did find that by wedging my window scraper betwixt door and window glass, and by the judicious application of duct tape, there was no need to tape plastic over the malfunctioning passenger-side window.
After I got back to Chez Sarge, that's what I did. The window seemed nicely fixed in place, there were no gaps where water might leak through, so we were good to go vis-à-vis automotive transport on Friday. Now I just had to await the arrival of The Missus Herself who was out purchasing an automatic feeder for the feline staff as their normal support staff were to be in New Hampshire and their auxiliary support staff (the next door neighbors) were going to be in California.
So rather than leave out a really big dish to hold a couple days worth of food, we opted for one of those automatic rigs. I wanted the nice, programmable expensive one. My better half overruled that and went with one of the gravity feed models.
Pretty simple and cheap. But to my way of thinking, no more effective than a big dish full of a couple days worth of food.
Thursday night we tested it. A certain amount of food was dispensed, more than the cats are used to, but they didn't complain. But when it was gone, that seemed to be the end of it. The feed jar had plenty of food in it, but it wasn't going anywhere. I watched Anya, with her head tilted all the way to the right, trying to wedge her face up into the feed spout. Nothing. No movement.
Hhmm. That's not good.
Friday morning, we're up and raring to go. The feline staff is behaving as if they haven't been fed yet.
Hhmm, why weren't you agitating for food at 0600, like every other day? Methinks, dear feline friends, that though doth protest too much. While the food level looked a little lower, it was hard to tell. So I tapped the top of the feed jar. Nothing. Not a single morsel of delicious cat fare slid down that feed chute.
Rocking back on my heels, I accidentally nudged the feed jar, from the side. Lo and behold food was dispensed. Seems logical. A cat wouldn't tap the top, no, she (or he) would no doubt nudge it. So I was reasonably certain that the feline staff would be fine, food-wise. After all, there was enough food in that dispenser for a week!
When we returned home Sunday afternoon, I dashed into the house half-expecting that the cats would have gotten frustrated with their new automatic feeder and knocked it about to get to the food inside. Nope. No mess. Seems they had figured it out.They had figured it out all too well. That week's worth of food? Seems they had eaten nearly all of it, in just two days.
Yup, it's always sumthin'.
Hat tip to Buck for the title. Miss him we do.