Who says skunks do not climb? I get climbed daily. Of course, I did set up the ladder so they could get on my knee. But from there it is uphill all the way.
Blossom is a very tipsy shoulder percher. Very.
Five pounds of sleek skunkette, clinging for dear life with two hands and two cute feet… thank goodness for wearing five layers of sweaters.
Her bulging eyes watching me type on the keyboard.
I know she is trying to figure out how to launch herself onto the keyboard because that is her favorite part of the office experience. Especially delete, caps, insert and oh, oh, yes, the escape button. I really hate when she stomps on escape.
Besides food, three things make Blossom a good day. Getting onto the keyboard. Basking by the radiant heater in her basket next to me. Climbing the bookcase to look out the windows, as if my shoulder is not high enough.
Basically, this is Blossom’s office, I just work here to keep her off the desk.
Most of the time there is a skunk on me. So this is nothing unusual.
When Pooh and Baby were alive, I nestled them on a soft chair next to me. My sweethearts, pillows all around on the floor so they would not fall far. Jazzy had no interest, she was too busy stealing her brothers’ blankies. Sage used to sleep on my rump like a pillow in the back of the office chair, little cutie pie.
Now Lacey, who is Blossom’s adopted baby sister, she sleeps in my arms while I type. Try that at 100 wpm doing perfect prose. I tried a baby sling. Blossom likes to hide in that if it’s on the chair, but Lacey pees on it in disdain. Lacey never does this to anything else so I think she did not like being stuffed inside and hung around my neck.
Blossom on my shoulder is really hard to balance. I don’t want to hurt her feelings, there reading from my shoulder, so I can’t say what I really think of this. I just pry her loose like an autumn cockle bur, kiss her all over her little bulgy-eyed head, and put her back on the floor.
‘Nope, nope, not down, Mama… I want up.’ And here she climbs again.
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Myths, Dense Observations and the Lies We Are Told
Reese
April 21, 2011
One of Stinkerbell’s FAVORITE spots is laying over my right arm while I’m trying to type on my laptop. I move her up to my shoulder (RIGHT SHOULDER ONLY!) and she just slides down again. Try the left shoulder (RIGHT SHOULDER MOM WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!) and she moves to her favorite spot again.
I can type for about 5 minutes that way before my arm falls asleep…
Essa Adams
August 11, 2011
Exactly. Lacey always wanted to be on my tummy, sleeping. Blossom on my shoulder. They have since taken to sleeping in their new bedroom and I miss them bothering me for being held when I am in the office, but I am outside in the day more now.
Anna
February 24, 2010
Ok, this might sound a bit stupid and ignorant, but you own a skunk? And it doesn’t spray its “scent” everywhere? Or did you have him “neutered” so to speak?
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Essa Adams
March 20, 2010
Anna – the majority of domestic skunks are desaced around the time they are neutered or spayed. They might still try to spray but they will end up smelling the room with a rotten egg gas at worst. And yes, I have been sprayed in my rehabbing days. Lovely, just lovely.
Roly
February 4, 2010
fun blog. i always enjoy reading what you write