Well, as I know some of you are interested in the adventures of the church cats, I will recount one.
I was there on Friday evening helping to set up for a service our class was having on Saturday. When M. and I were working in the sacristry, we kept hearing "miaow, miaow, miaow" (distress meow) from nearby. As there was a recent incident with one of the cats getting trapped in the inner closet (with predictable results), we checked there carefully; no cat. We checked in the sanctuary and the choir robing room. We opened all the doors (cabinet and otherwise) in the sacristry and the clergy robing room. Still no cat. Someone came in, talked to us, and the noise stopped. But it started up again.
The cat was found in the crawl space the next day, after more searching in daylight. That explains why we were hearing her so well in the sacristry; part of the setup is a hole to bare earth (in other words, no sound-insulating floor.). M. gets extra points in my book for being such a mensch about it, as he is allergic to cats and doesn't much like them, either. Note to self: if I ever hear that sort of meow again, I know the second place to check.
More later, I hope; work has been kicking my butt, and other things have been worrying me as well (Mom's ailments have been diagnosed as arthritis and a hip replacement is immanent) but I have next week off. It is already getting fairly scheduled but I hope to catch up on the blogs.
(note to
cat_herder: can you show me how to get printouts of my digital photos for my aunt?)
I was there on Friday evening helping to set up for a service our class was having on Saturday. When M. and I were working in the sacristry, we kept hearing "miaow, miaow, miaow" (distress meow) from nearby. As there was a recent incident with one of the cats getting trapped in the inner closet (with predictable results), we checked there carefully; no cat. We checked in the sanctuary and the choir robing room. We opened all the doors (cabinet and otherwise) in the sacristry and the clergy robing room. Still no cat. Someone came in, talked to us, and the noise stopped. But it started up again.
The cat was found in the crawl space the next day, after more searching in daylight. That explains why we were hearing her so well in the sacristry; part of the setup is a hole to bare earth (in other words, no sound-insulating floor.). M. gets extra points in my book for being such a mensch about it, as he is allergic to cats and doesn't much like them, either. Note to self: if I ever hear that sort of meow again, I know the second place to check.
More later, I hope; work has been kicking my butt, and other things have been worrying me as well (Mom's ailments have been diagnosed as arthritis and a hip replacement is immanent) but I have next week off. It is already getting fairly scheduled but I hope to catch up on the blogs.
(note to
cat_herder: can you show me how to get printouts of my digital photos for my aunt?)
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I'm glad they found your church cat. Is there a religious reason for the "hole to bare earth"?
Both cats are massive, but they do find interesting hidey-holes.
As for the piscina, my semi-educated guess would be that since the early church in Rome met in homes, and a piscina was a standard feature in the atrium--in part decorative but also helped to cool it through evaporation and provided a place for rain water run-off--that's what was originally used and the term stuck. But it's interesting, isn't it?
And the port we use is strong enough to cause problems if consumed in quantity ;). Not that anyone would really want to.
After some time I went outside and tracked it down. The kitten had gotten trapped under the house. Nothing there but dirt, spiders, and one lonely kitten. She'd headed for daylight -- the ventilation grate -- and was forlornly hooking one claw into the wire grate and plucking it. Twang, twang.
I was glad I'd stopped by -- it wasn't a very loud noise and I don't know how long she'd have been there.
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