We learned this week of the death of Carl McCallister. I saw Terry cleaning the front door window one day late in the week and stopped to talk to him about his dad.
Carl grew up down on Horse Creek in the same community as Dad. Carl worked for a few years then got into a business where he never worked another day in his life – guns. I’ve heard that if you love what you do, it’s not work and Carl loved guns. He knew more about them than anyone I know.
The last favor he did for me was a few years ago. I had messed up a gun screw on something. I know what it was – I left the vent screw in too long on my smokeless powder muzzleloader and it froze. Carl got drilled out for me without damaging the threads. I haven’t made that mistake again.
We’ll miss Carl. He was always fun to talk with.
- Saturday we went to the memorial for Bob Allen along with a bunch of other folks who enjoyed his gazebo and pond, good food and each other’s company. It was good to meet his son, sons-in-law and other family members. It was a party Bob would have enjoyed.
- Caddeaux had a mishap last Thursday evening. He was on the patio doing just fine when I left for school board meeting. Kimball got home before I did and Bella and Bellevue were waiting at the north door, frantic to get into the house. It was unusual for Caddeaux not to be there, too.
With all the flood lights on, I did laps around the house calling and gave up. He finally showed up about 10 p.m. We didn’t spend any time with him that night and didn’t notice anything.
The next morning, we couldn’t find him even though we knew he was in the house. I finally located him just laying stoically in a corner of the living room. Kimball put him on her lap for awhile and he cried in pain when she put him down.
We decided to take him to the vet. He cried again when I got him out of the pickup.
They called a short while later and said he was ready to go home. The vet found lots of bites on the base of his tail and shaved and doctored it. Some big tom cat had evidently tried to evict Caddeaux from the neighborhood.
Caddeaux has been spending most of his time in the base of the kitty tower and reluctantly takes antibiotics Kimball dispenses twice a day. He finally started getting out of his hidey-hole Monday. He has yet to move his tail to the upright, happy position. He purrs when Kimball or I peek into his hidey-hole.
Them American Exotics are lovers not fighters.