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We took a different route for our evening walk. We got to see the backyards of some very familiar houses we usually only view from the front. So interesting to discover new perspectives in very familiar territory.
An earlier post reminded me of a treasured ‘found’ pet
I was about 13 years old when Tuffy came to live with us. As a child, we moved homes many times, but stayed in the same city, and traveled by foot, bike, streetcar, and car to get to school. In those days we were allowed to stay at the same school, no matter where we lived.
Tuffy was born next door. I always played with Tuffy’s mother, and when she was having kittens, begged my Mom, “please may we have one”. Mom was tough about having animals, and usually said “no” for very practical reasons. But Dad was a softie.
Thus Tuffy came to live with us, just as we were moving into a new neighbourhood , that was walking distance to school. Whoopee!
Time passed. Now Tuffy was about 3. I was as always playing on teams and not home till supper time so Tuffy sorta managed the house with Mom….and we moved again.
My Brother by now was in first year high school, joined a fraternity, and was no longer interested in classes. We had moved again, in the same neighbourhood, bur at a greater distance to his school. He was skipping classes. He hated school and wanted to be a farmer. “I want to go to Olds Agricultural School” . Dad and Mom agreed to this. So he travelled to Olds and became a student, but was home just about every other weekend.
Tuffy observed all this, in her lovely cat way. So it seemed natural on a Sunday evening when Bob was returning to classes at Olds, she would come in the car with us: to the Bus depot to join us in our goodbyes.
Mom and I usually went too. My Dad opened the door, and Tuffy hopped in.
It was a fairly long drive to downtown, and the now extinct Greyhound depot.
Tuffy sat in the back seat with me, and we chatted with Bob, about de-fleaing chickens. Sounded like the end of Olds. (Brother Bob, became a PhD in Equine Economics)
When we arrived at the depot, and because we were late, there was a rush dash to the bus, and Bob boarded with hugs, and we will “ see you next weekend”.
Returning to the car, we noticed we had left a window slightly open and Tuffy had squeezed out. We weren’t concerned, thinking she would be close by. “ Here Tuffy” my 6 ft 2 father and little mother, and I began calling down the lane. Then we started to worry,
Up and down the ally and streets in downtown Calgary. It seemed like hours, that we looked for her. “We will come back in the light said my Dad, when we can see,”. Tuffy was inky black. And blended into the night. She must be hiding somewhere. I started to cry.
We returned home devastated. My mother understood, and was sad, but less concerned. I went to my room, and cried myself to sleep.
In those days some houses had milk shoots, and we had one. The milkman left our daily supply, and we left our order and money in empty bottles.
It was getting light out, and I was dropping off to sleep, when I heard the milk shoot bang open into our kitchen! I woke up, jumped up, and ran into the kitchen. There was Tuffy lying on the floor, looking tired, but pleased with herself. She didn’t get up, and talk her Tuffy mews, but just lay there. I thought she may be hurt, Dad arrived on the scene
and checked her over. She was fine, just tired.
Tuffy had found her way from the Greyhound Depot in downtown Calgary, to our home on the southwest side of town….I never knew how many miles, maybe 15, and how did she know how to find her way.? A mystery to me, even today. We had traveled in a car, and she had come home on her four little paws.
Tuffy continued to be able to adjust , and move, and love, and was living on a ranch in southern Alberta, with my three children when her “Tuffy”heart failed. Our neighbour and Vet saw to her very peaceful passing in my arms.
Our garburetor sink was not draining thoroughly. I found a YouTube channel with clear instructions on how to use baking soda, vinegar and hot water to clear it. It did.. very effectively.
About 10 years ago I was sitting on a beach and thought of looking for a free patio umbrella. I went online and found one. We used it since then.. and now realize it’s serviceable but ready for replacement. I posted in on Varage and within an hour or two someone came and picked it up. For free.
Neighbours on our bare land strata came together to help with weeding a road side strip. Lovely spirit shown by all.. Community- building and surprising!
Loni was looking for ways to keep her Zoom teaching area ( in the dining room) more organized. She said it would be great to have some shelves below the counter. I thought of a book shelf we’d picked up at the side of the road about a month ago. It fit exactly in the space and colour of the area. It’s a wonderful solution.