As I mentioned before, Hershey had taken issue with the neighborhood cats on the porch, and the only thing in her way was a pesky window.
She had, amazingly and thankfully, stayed inside even after breaking it. She was not without consequences however. Three staples, two bandaged paws, and one cone of shame later and all was well. Mostly.
I came home a few Fridays ago thinking I would have a nice relaxing weekend. That wasn’t what I got.
The first indication something was off: Hershey’s celebratory barking was much louder than usual. I thought she was just extra excited for me to be home… Then I got to the front door.
It became immediately apparent WHY her barking was so much louder and I had a pretty good idea from past experience what had happened. If any of the CSI series are to be believed, all the glass on the outside indicated the force breaking the glass must have come from the inside.
My house, a California Bungalow, sits at the edge of The Tower District, one of Fresno’s oldest neighborhoods, and certainly its funkiest. During The Year Which Shall Not Be Named I quietly celebrated a milestone as my home of 15 years reached its centennial.
During the last 7 of those years I’ve had a resident archeologist on the premises at all times. I’ve shown you some of her digs before, and now as my house moves into its second century I’d like to share some of her findings.