This is our house in Austin. It is yellow and it has a tower. No, you cannot go up into the tower unfortunately and read a book or spy on neighbors. It is just a facade. The ceiling is all ‘even’, it is just a little …nook.
Anyhoo, last fall upon hiring this moving company and moving to Austin we adopted a pet chicken. I thought it was a rooster, but I guess I don’t know my birds very well. Ruby was a nice little addition, but little did we know it is quite common to have chickens around here. Thus, after a month or so of luring her to stay under our steps (see little brown steps to left), our landlady swiped her up to add her to her chicken coop down the street. What can I say, Austin has not gotten the motto “Keep Austin Weird” for nothing.
On to our newest pet, Tripod. Tripod is the cutest little kitten that started hanging around our back porch. Derick named her Tripod so lovingly as, well, she only has 3 feet. 3 FEET, not 3 LEGS. She has one back leg but you know how cats have their ‘thigh’ that is rounded, and the long foot attached? Well, Tripod is missing just the foot. So, she seemed to like to sit on our back porch and look up at us. She is a-dorable, and this coming from someone who is 100% dog-person. Well it didn’t take long before I started feeding her (she does not like soymilk so luckily I had a can of tuna fish). She ate it and of course, she has come back for more. So now I get to wake up in the AM and first thing I can check for her. And when those big green eyes are staring at me longingly, I cannot even make the coffee before attending to her.
She now has her own cat water and food bowl, even personalized. “Tripod’s Water” and “Tripod’s Snacks”. Sometimes I see an UGLY RACCOON out there in the evening trying to finish up her leftover dinner, and good lord those things are tough to scare away…you yell, bang on the door, they just look at you. Eww they are gnarly looking creatures. So now I feed Tripod only enough for her to eat.
Speaking of which, I think it is time for her dinner. And time for my beer. Ah! There she is. If only she’d let us get close enough to pet her…all in due time, I guess.