Father's Day

Happy Father's Day to PopPop. The Pantooset gang came over to give PopPop cards and some very nice golf clothes (trousers and two shirts) — he'll be styling now! We went to JJ's for dinner and were joined by Dawg and Fluffy. JJ's needs another waitress, but the food is good. After dinner we came back here for cake and ice cream, though it was late for PopPop and he was too full to have any dessert (but breakfast was looking tasty).

The Cooper's hawk made an appearance, eyeballing the small birds at the feeders. When we were having cake later, a skunk showed up to help the gray fox clear away the food I had thrown out earlier in the afternoon. That's a shame, really. I don't want to stop feeding the fox, but I don't want to encourage the skunk either.

My day got off to a sucky start. Chubba had brought a chipmunk in the night before and try as we might, PopPop and I couldn't catch her. She'd have to take her chances overnight with the cats. Amazingly, she survived the night and the cats seemed to have forgotten she was in the house. She was running around under the baseboard. After cleaning up her pee and poop from the far corner, PopPop and I made a plan to shoo her out the door. Unfortunately, I couldn't get her out of the baseboard. Unbeknownst to me, she had her head over the pipe, so when I flipped the baffle up to see where she was, I snapped her and killed her. I was sick, it wasn't what I had wanted to do at all. Stupid me.