Carrie is learning cat-like behaviors of "let me in, let me out, let me in." We've returned to taking the bell down when we go to bed -- she's out for the third time this hour. It's possible she's smelling other animals from the open windows and is prancing out to get a better look. She's such an independent creature. The cats are more interested in being near to us than she seems.
Last night i turned on a camel documentary for her. She laid down on the carpet and gazed up at the aerial footage of camels in the desert, camels around the Bedouin tents, camels wrestling in Turkey. Shots of the city, of interviews? Her head drops, she yawns. After a while she got up and i switched to John Oliver. I probably should have stayed with the camels, except hearing how climate change is removing what vegetation camels feed on in the Saudi desert was depressing as well.
But, oh, Carrie! How good to see her running like a crazy thing around the back yard.
What should be my condition of enoughness for today for outside? I suppose i should get the fig in a pot or the berm. I keep going back and forth on where to plant it, and one location is not yet prepared.