Bathtub Dwelling Critters and Other Creatures

Going from living in a condo in the canyon to a cottage by the sea, despite the positive move, has tested my temperament. Some of the characteristics that I love about this place can be exasperating.   During the summer months after the move, the ocean breeze blew in dust particles from dirt yard, even with the windows shut because these vintage French windows and doors don’t completely seal when closed. I felt like all I did was dust, sweep and vacuum cobwebs.   Let it go, I told myself after feeling the calluses building up in my palms. Take a lesson from Lexington and Bobcat, who delighted in rolling around in the dirt yard after clawing what little dried-up patches of grass existed.

Great, now I have to dust off the cats…

Before the dust, dirt and cobwebs got on my last nerve; there were the mysterious black specks in the bathtub. At first glance I thought the specks were dirt and washed them down the drain. But the “dirt” returned; black specks scattered on the tub floor, some stuck to the inner sides of the tub and a few scattered on the glass block wall facing the tub. Before each shower, I washed the black specks away, but they always came back. I started to suspect that the black specks were not dirt, but what else could they be? My friend Wendy came over to help me unpack on day four of living in the cottage. I showed her the black specks in the bathtub. Wendy examined the specks and after a few seconds announced: “One moved!” “WHAT?” I put on my glasses for a closer look to see that the round specks had tiny legs. Lovely…I had bathtub bugs. My lease had a legally mandated disclosure about bed bugs, but said nothing about bathtub bugs.

But the joys of cottage living far outweigh the frustrations, and the frustrations have strengthened my character.

Bobcat watching the bunny from a distance

The yard is now a verdant meadow of grass and three-leaf clovers, and a stop along the way for rabbits looking for something to nibble.  One brave rabbit hopped its way up to the porch. The cats, who’d never before seen a rabbit, were noses to the window, fixated on the cute little creature.

Melodious chirps and tweets of songbirds in the trees and perched on the old picket fence posts serenade me every morning. The other day a red-tailed hawk landed on the lattice entry gate to the side yard patio, looked me in the eye through the windows then gracefully flew off.

And at night, I fall asleep to the eerie screech of a barn owl who lives in one of the king palm trees. These furry and feathered visitors arouse the cats’ hunting instincts, keeping them entertained. And I feel like we’ve moved to an enchanted forest from a classic Disney movie.

As for the bathtub bugs…they are gone for good. Thank you, Terminix.

Cat Lady’s Easter in the Canyon

Spring has sprung, and after a winter of working long hours and hibernating from the rain, I’ve taken heed to the call of the Great Outdoors.

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My deck, once again, is serving as a second living room for the cat crew and me. It’s also where I enjoyed an Easter get-together with friends Lori and Bob after a morning hike.

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I was looking forward to Easter service at Laguna Presbyterian Church…but my desire to get out and smell the blooming wildflowers, and the need to get my muscles moving and some energy circulating lead me to an outdoor service of my very own on top of a ridge in Laguna Canyon.

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As I revered the view and inhaled the scent of sage scrub and wild flowers, I thanked God for the rain that brought lush foliage back to the canyon, and for the abounding beauty that it rendered. It was just me, the song birds and two majestic hawks circling above—no choir, no story of Jesus’ resurrection, yet I felt very close to the Almighty at that moment, and am certain that Jesus understood my impromptu change in plans.

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Meanwhile, back at the cottage (well, okay, condo but to me it’s a cottage), Lexington and Topper were gearing-up for our Easter Sunday celebration.

“Lex, what’s up with these rabbits?  They don’t move.  How d’ya chase rabbits that don’t move?”

“They’re fake–ya know, decorations.  We’re supposed to think they’re cute.”

Seriously?  I thought we were the cute ones.”

“At least she didn’t make YOU wear the bunny ears.”

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And Bobcat…well, he was just hangin’ around the deck…looking for mice images in shadows.

Caturday Morning in the Canyon

My Saturday morning wake-up routine was the purrrfect way to unwind from an extraordinarily hectic week.  I watched the sun dawn over the hills, its rays filtering through autumn colored leaves of the liquidambar tree located opposite my deck from where I stood.  With a hearty mug of organic French roast coffee in hand I slowly woke up alongside Mother Nature. As I inhaled the crisp chilly air, taking in the coffee’s rich aroma, the trees slowly came to life with twittering songbirds, two frisky squirrels and buzzing bees.img_6871I sensed movement behind me and looked over my shoulder to see Topper and Lexington making their way through the open sliding glass door—I smiled. Topper sidled up next to me then jumped up onto the deck railing. Lexington looked up at me and let out a demanding, yet soft “heah-heah…heah-heah.” Being the perceptive cat lady that I am, I knew that Lexington wanted to join Topper, yet his thick Norwegian forest cat girth bans him from jumping up onto anything higher than sofa level. I picked up my big, fluffy fur baby and placed him next to Topper. From their roost on the railing they watched as the canyon dwelling critters greeted the sunrise.img_6880img_6878A squirrel leapt from branch to branch of the liquidambar tree, gracefully making her way down to the trunk where she abruptly froze like she’d been caught doing something naughty. Her only wrongdoing was having been seen by Lexington who sauntered over to investigate. I sipped my coffee in anticipation of their interaction. Would this be a friendly salutation or would the squirrel recoil back into the tree branches upon seeing this predator?img_6877 It was a stare down until Lex got board watching the motionless squirrel and walked back over to rejoin Topper. Safe from the furry beast, the squirrel quickly lunged onto the deck railing and scurried over to the bird feeder overflowing with sunflower seeds.DSCN2013

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Laguna Beach ocean view, courtesy of Cindy Ferguson

I may not have an ocean view like my friend Cindy…but I have the best of both worlds.

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An ocean I can drive to in minutes, and the rustic wonder of canyon life in my backyard