“Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It's perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands. It hopes we've learned something from yesterday.” (John Wayne)
or more like 7 right now... wow yes there are 7 dogs in my house. Thankfully 4 of them weigh less than the cats, though 2 are as big as small elephants.
Anyway, back to whatever I was going to blog about. It was a tad chilly last night so I decided all the dogs should wear their T shirts to bed. Well except Moses, he loves this weather and has dug 3 new caves in the backyard to live in, but that's a different story. Thankfully I had a small obsession with buying dog clothes for a while and had one to fit everyone. I dug out an old men's L T shirt for Pilgrim.
I guess this is what kids do to their clothes, who knows. Jelly was totally naked in 30 min, its hard to cloth something whose limbs bend like rubber & can slide in or out of anything. Brie woke me up at 2am with her leg caught in the neck of the shirt in her attempt to take it off. Petunia went outside at about 7am and rolled in something in her nice pink shirt. Veruca was wearing her's like a skirt.
Then comes Pilgrim. Moses, he and Petunia were playing tug of war with his shirt. It was still on him, mostly. Apparently he enjoyed the advantage of wearing it while the others pulled. I was laughing too hard to get a pic.
It is apparently an object of desire now as they are playing keep away....
I'm taking them to work with me today, I'm afraid for my house if I leave them alone
So today I took a little boston puppy from the petstore over to the specialist because she has a heart murmur (now she needs $ to figure out what is wrong). Anyway we had her behind the front desk and Tooney just LOVED her so I took her home for the night. Figured it would be good for Tooney since she is on restriction from the big dogs due to her recent leg surgery. I dosed her up on pain meds tonight because she has been extra active today. Here are some pictures of the results of her sleepover. I just moved her head and she is actually drooling ON the couch. I guess it is better than her new friend who pooped on my super special hand made tree skirt....
I probably should have started this sooner as hopefully Petunia will be finding a new home soon. However I'm going to keep a running tally of currently destroyed items they seem to get into. I'm not going to post this as new, just edit and add to it, so if you are totally bored, check back often.
Box of raisins, squished into floor, box in tiny pieces
Book to the details of Berthas "customization"
4 bowls of cat food
one stuffed bear
2 ink pens
part of a ziplock bag
backing to a rug
syringe
several clothes pins
cord to the fan for the van
that majority of the porch floor
ink pen
more porch floor
container from my lunch
many pieces of paper
several ink pens
A box of LARGE dog flea pills
Pink highlighter
Christmas tree decorations
rubber ball
my key chain
pair of crocs
Ed Hardy GLASS
kitchen rug
part of the window sill
1/2 package of turkey bacon
3/4 pack of computer paper
roll of toilet paper
part of the dog bed
pair of crocs
You should not use Moses as a mentor. For example he bit our old boss who was visiting today. This is not a good thing as he weighs more, plus your mother doesn't want to get fired. I do however have a few examples of things that are mine and should not go outside. Also some of these things were meant to be outside and should not come in.
Underwear. The laundry hamper holds these until I wash them. Just because it is the short one and you can reach it does not mean you should take them outside. They line dry INSIDE when they are clean.
Sticks: I have a gun, I don't need a stick. You also do not need a stick. I do not like to find sticks buried in bed. I do not like to find sticks buried on the couch. I do not like sticks in tiny pieces mixed with your drool.
Lunch: I've been bringing my lunch so I can save money to feed you beast. Removing the tupperware from my bag and sharing it with Moses is not good. While you shredded the top to mix with your sticks, the bottom would have still been good. I do appreciate you bringing it back inside, however the 3 cups of dirt that were left in it after you dug it up were not fun to clean up.
Cats: while you may like to chase them, that is all they are around for. Please do not remove the coupons for free cat food from my bag and shred them again. The cats will not die faster this way. Please leave their tootsie rolls alone, they are not really that tasty and do not smell good.
Yard stuff: rubber mulch is not digestible, quit eating it. Pooper scooper is not to be drug around the yard, this causes it to break.
Holes: while Mo feels the need to dig caves for the winter he does not need your help. Dirt sticks to your ears, please refrain from wallowing in it.
Other than that you are the perfect puppy and I hope we can raise enough $$ to fix your leg and find you a home with some kids to live with.
Lily: not that there's anything wrong with liking you - I like you lol
Chele:: its one day at a time, he has potential due to the fact he at least has a personality
Lily: but it's like feeding a kitten
Chele:: how so?
Lily: you feed it & then it wants petted & then it wants snuggled &; then it wants that all again &; then you have to talk to it &; feed it again &; then it's living with you &; brings its friends
Chele:: so that is different for me than??
Lily: well, this is a man, not a quiet unconditional pet
Lily: they're not as easy to take care of
Chele:: yes they are
Chele:: they already know im not feeding them
Chele:: or washing their clothes
Lily: no, they think you're just saying that
Chele:: I'll cook for them just once and then they will realize its true
Lily: I firmly beleive they all think anything we say is just to use as a bargaining thing later
Lily: maybe I should work on the crappy cook thing &; get some meals made for me
While many of you probably can't go adopt a dog right now there are a few easy things you can do to help. First find somewhere. Petfinder is a wonderful resource and you can search for shelters and groups in your area by zip. I highly suggest first supporting your local Animal Control. These are usually government funded and the first to get budge cuts. Secondly you could pick your favorite breed and seek out a rescue group for that breed in your area. Yes humane societies and no kill shelters are in need as well, but they are usually the first people donate to and the first to get grants and subsidies.
While cash is always needed, it is better to give things. Animal Controls for example have to turn that money in, it then goes through the city and stuck wherever, not necessarily right back to the animals. Give things. Have a box in your office for people to bring things in and take a big pile at once. Here is a small list of things most shelters or groups can use:
Linens: towels, blankets, beds etc, used is fine
Food bowls
non destructable, washable toys: Kongs, hard plastic for cats
FOOD, espcially canned
New or gently used collars & leashes
Cleaning stuff: Bleach, brooms, dust pans, mops, hoses, spray bottles, dish soap, laundry soap
Dog & cat shampoo, brushes
cat litter
newspaper
litterboxes & scoops
garbage bags
hamster/gerbil/rabbit food & bedding
Office supplies: envelopes, pens, paper, pencils, markers, page protectors,
Think outside the box too. "Retiring" a used but workable item, some shelters could use them: digital camera, laptop or desktop, lawnmower, washer, dryer etc.
If you do however think now is a good time to adopt a dog, let me know and I can point you in the right direction.
So we are having an incredibly busy day at work. It does not help that I was an hour late. (that extra sleep was great however) I look up when I hear this really pitiful meow. There is a guy holding this cat by it's armpits. It sounds really sad. Here he says, I work at xx industrial park (its about a block away), someone just threw this out of a car and I don't want it. I'm about to blurt out my speel on how we can't take things blah blah blah. Besides having a room full of people staring at me, I realize this cat will just end up dead if dumped at the shelter. So I take her. Four foot declawed, spayed Manx. Despite being tossed out of a car, put in another and in a room full of noise she just sat. She needs a temporary name because "fat ass extra cat" really doesn't look good when you try to adopt her out.
What I don't get is why whoever tossed her out couldn't have just taken her to the shelter? Yes she might have been put to sleep but that would have been tons better than having to fend for yourself in a business park. She has no claws, she is too fat to run, what the hell did they expect her to eat??
Sometimes people just suck.
Now I'm going enjoy my fire and make smores w/ my 85% dark Ugandan chocolate :)
“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated” Mahatma Gandhi
I am very happy that you have learned to use the dog door. However I would really like it if you would follow Pilgrim's example and remember a few things.
DOG door: This means it is YOUR door. You can go in or out of it 24/7. This means you no longer need to open any of the other doors, ever. I do not enjoy coming home to flies and a 500 degree house. While I'm sure you feel sorry for Jelly Legs not being able to get through the dog door, he is safer inside.
INSIDE things: these are things that should either stay inside or be brought back in. Things on the counters are mine. Just because I left the skillet soaking in the sink does not entitle you to get it out and take it outside. It is however clean now. Bones & Toys: they do not do well in the FL humidity. Even when you bury them I find them, when they mold I throw them away. I also do not enjoy picking 45 dirty soggy dog toys out of the yard on a daily basis.
GARBAGE: Just because you can open the door then the can & hold it open while you dig around does not mean you should. I do not enjoy picking up above toys, wrappers, empty cat food cans and other various things out of the yard. Add the beer bottle you somehow got out there today and I'm sure the new neighbors will be impressed. It also does not look good just in case the city actually listens to the email I sent.
HOLES: Just because you have all day on occasion to dig, please don't. You are not often home alone. You go on daily adventures to work. You have an air conditioned house, your own van & several dog beds. You do not need to live in a cave like a wolf. While I appreciate your ability to dig a hole a family of sumo wrestles can live in in a matter of hours, I do not enjoy falling in them. You may have the one on the back side of the porch. Please no more. Our yard is small. Plus your new one has some plastic bag sticking out of the bottom & I don't want to know what is in it.
NOISE: We have great neighbors. They do not say a word about the symphony of dog barks that would outdo a highschool band. They think you only bark to warn them of strangers. Please lets leave it at that. Just because there is a dog door does not mean you can go outside and bark at the new neighbors at 2am. If you continue to wake me up in the middle of the night I will have to either kill you or the new neighbors. I like you and the new neighbor is hot so lets see if we can just go back to sleeping through the boogy man.
Maybe once you get this down we can work on the amount of drool you fling on the walls....
(That’s his Asian name). I'm a bit obsessed with my animals, but if I blogged for each of their birthdays you would have at least one post a month.
I'm just very happy Jelly has made it to 2years old when at 6 months I asked how long he would live and was told, 'Well, we are really surprised he has lived this long." Jelly has Ehlers Danlos which is rather rare in dogs. He came into the shelter as a 4 week old puppy late on a Friday evening. The only option was to put him to sleep as he was too young to adopt out and there was no where 'safe" for him to be housed. (Picture big old nasty shelter, tons of dogs in every cage and rampant disease). He obviously had something wrong with his legs so I took him home for the weekend.
I was off that Monday so I made an appointment and took him to the veterinary specialist (AVS, who by the way rocks). They did a lot of test but still were not sure what the problem was. When I returned to work on Tuesday I was called into the director’s office and written up because the vet had complained that I took the puppy to another vet without her telling me to. Now I paid for this out of my own pocket and as a foster parent had every right. However the vet is one of those people with really low self esteem and even lower skills as a vet or a human. I had apparently hurt her feelings by taking moral and financial responsibility for an animal instead of putting it to sleep. But I digress; I'll save my soapbox for another blog.
Long story short I paid for the medical cost incurred by the shelter and for $11 I took home my little terrorist. We made weekly then bi monthly trips to the specialist for quite a while. A biopsy was performed and he was finally diagnosed with ED. They really did an amazing job with him and for only a few boxes of Panera bagels.
Jelly has no idea he is disabled. He hops on his back legs while scooting his front ones along. He can run nearly as fast as a normal dog on the right surface. Because of his fragile skin I often have to staple him back together, he never complains and usually goes right back to playing when I'm done. He has no problems bossing around the bigger dogs and routinely puts the cats in their place. He hasn't met a human he doesn't like and greets everyone like a long lost friend. He hasn't an ounce of manners because it never occurred to me to discipline him because I thought he was going to die.
I love this little monster and I treasure each day I have with him.
My friend Eryn decided that we are so amazing, she should write down the stuff we say... well not totally but for some reason when you combine all of us and a few drinks...
"How did Chele sprain her ankle?" - Eryn
"Walking." - Lily
"That one has a crunchy surprise in the middle." - Chele
"Are you familiar with North, South, East and West? - Chele
"Forgiveness comes to those who forgive?" - Eryn
"I used to charge my ex $10 for blow jobs" - Chele
"With inflation it would be like $25." - Lily
(on how to make money)
"I'm the boob fixer. Do yours need to be fixed?" - Lily
"It's a good boob shirt....... unless you're an ugly giant dyke." - Lily
"As the puma slowly approaches its prey....." - Eryn
"We were watching National Geographic and we didn't even know it." - Chele
(on watching a "cougar")
"I don't look at my ass when I buy jeans. I have illusions to maintain." - Chele
"There was something white flying over there!" - Eryn
"It was a flying cock ring!" - Chele
"I reached into my bra to get my lighter..... and I broke my thumbnail. My boob broke my thumbnail!" - Lily
"Feel me!!! I feel special!!!" - Eryn
"You have something in your eyebrow. I thought it would blow away." - Eryn
"It must be sweat glue." - Lily
"I have a hair on my chest." - Chele
"It looks like Eryn's." - Lily
"It's to long to be mine." - Eryn
"You have foreign blonde on you. Are you smuggling?" - Lily
"I'm getting down but not back up." - Chele
(on why I don't dance)
"Is this one big enough for you?" - Eryn
"Would you like someone to pull it off with their teeth?" - Chele
"I should just stick this in my vagina and wait." - Eryn
"It's all downhill after me!" - Eryn
"Where are you from?" - Rob
"From the land of amazing." - Eryn
"It would make a great house warming present." - Chele
---- In ref to stolen bar glasses.
"If I wanted your opinion I'd give it to you" - Joy
"I need more attention! Do I need to faint?" - Do-You-Know-Who-I-Am David Phan
"Oh look! It's the unibomber!" -David
"I had to swallow twice!" - Chele (um yeah)
"I can usually handle a big load." - David
"That's as high as it's going boys." - Eryn
"Guy Jacking..... Lily is famous!! Guy Jacking! It's on the internet!" - Chele
"I need you to help me behave like a person." - Chele
(on why I shouldn't drink)
"How do I get it in?........... Not the first time I said that." - David
"Normally, it's which hole does it go into." - David
"You have a purse. Why do you put everything in your boobs?" - Eryn
"It's easier to get into my boobs." - Lily
"Look at that sweattle! That's not good. No sweattle." - David
"She got sticky stuff on my cheek!" - Eryn
"That was plumping lip gloss. Did your cheek plump?" - Lily
"I'm allowed to be 21!?" - Random drunk guy
After staring at drunk guy for a minute;
"What?" - David
"Your asshole will be paying for it later!!" - David
"My vagina has standards." - Eryn
"I don't kids either. That's statutory rape." - Eryn
"She's collecting nuts and putting them in one place." - Eryn
"I recognize that arm fat!" - Lily
"I didn't authorize any double dipping!" - Random lady
"You better take me home so I can fall asleep somewhere comfortable afterwards." - Chele
"This is the year of slaying the drama bitch." - Chele
"Lily! Say something!" - Eryn
"I'm so fucking brilliant, I ooze!" - Lily
"I better do it now while I can't feel anything." - Eryn
"This here is the ophilium." - Eryn
"What's an ophilium?" - Chele
"It produces opium?" - Eryn
"She's carrying toddlers around on her chest." -Eryn
I procrastinate a lot of things. For example, I've had the stuff to paint & do the bathroom floor for like 6 weeks now. Its still on the dining room table which I'm supposed to be moving so I can paint the dining room and find and hang the stuf fin there, but first I really wanted to do something w/ the floor in there but then I would have to finish pulling up the carpet in the tiny piece of hallway and fix that... so yeah you see why I never get anywhere.
Regardless I've wanted to get my concealed weapons permit for a while now, probably like 9 years. I guess since Andrea was murdered at work, I've thought about it more, but never got there. It crosses my mind more on days I have to walk over the spot, but I've just never gotten there. I'm not sure why I do that with stuff. For some reason my boss decides that this weekend we will all go and take the classes needed. I'm not sure she thought this through with an office full of women who all get PMS at the same time.
I'm perfectly comfortable with guns, but haven't had any actual target practice in years. I grew up around them, learning to reload shells when I was like 8. Six out of 8 christmases with my ex I received a gun or something to do with them for a present. Shame I didn't realize he took all those when I moved him along being as I was dumb enough at the time to register them in my name. The Hammerhead I dated was fun to target practice with, but alas his guns went with him as well. And more recently target practice was something we planned to do, but like everything else, it was simply a plan.
That leaves me with a 38 taurus. A bit big to carry but maybe if I could find some kind of bra holder, it would fit right on in there. Perhaps I could just teach on of the dogs to carry it, wonder if there is some kind of law on that... maybe I should get them each one. I feel fairly safe having 2 dogs that together outweigh me, now if I could teach them to "pack some heat".
Ah well, wish me luck. Hopeuflly I'll remember I'm left eye dominant and not shoot someones leg off.
So I had a fun time with Target $1 area and clearance today. Probably the first time I've enjoyed shopping in a while. Anyway, I got some fun things. I love Halloween, it's my favorite holiday and the only one so far that doesn't have something crappy associated with it (but that's a whole nother blog). Being able to wear scrubs helps and I've got a collection w/ socks to wear (yes I'm a dork). I found some more fun ones today...
I also found a wall tile in the perfect green. I'm trying to find accessories for my room & new comforter in this green, & there was this & on sale no less.
Then I come home. Let me start that I spent a great part of yesterday trying to teach the dogs to go through the dog door. I resorted to crawling through it myself and in the process hit my already injured knee several times.... it is a lovely shade of purple though, too bad I just changed my hair.
So today I decided to tape the flap open, even thought it would require my cheap ass to leave the AC turned low in hopes that the dogs would at least figure out going through it.
Apparently not. I was 99% sure I locked the back door, however when I came home Moses had it wide open, totally ignoring the dog door. Pilgrim apparently wasn't happy with the arrangements either. He managed to eat one of his beds that I spent 30 min putting together yesterday out of 4" memory foam.
I'm going enjoy a glass or two from the problem size bottle of wine I got...
So here is the story of Pilgrim. I was nearing the end of my rope with Animal control. Three years as Vet Tech supervisor and another 3 as rescue foster coordinator. Management just had an overhauled and the city brought in some accountants or such from City Hall that had ZERO animal experience to run the place. It was a shit show. It had turned total politics and I had been moved to a satellite location to “supervise” which basically made it impossible to do the job I was hired for. The entire operation was being run by an accountant with no animal experience, a vet who was not even smart enough to go to school in the USA with a huge chip on her shoulder and no skills or confidence to get those. An illiterate redneck with the inability to bath or tell the truth had also been given too much power, but I digress.
A group of 5 emaciated, flea infested, terrified Great Danes had been dumped by an owner who was moving. Not much more info was given because they claimed to not speak English. One was in such bad shape he was immediately put to sleep. One was deemed aggressive and put on the “bad” run. The rest were started on the process of rescue/adoption. I spent several hours over the course of several days evaluating them & getting them ready. It took 3 days to get close to the ‘aggressive” one. I spent my lunch and breaks sitting in the front of his run and tossing treats his way. I was met with vicious barking and growling but body language that showed he was terrified. After about 3 days I was finally able to get a leash on him. Once out of the shelter noise, I realized he was terrified, absolutely terrified with some barrier aggression thrown in.
Long story short, I had rescue lined up to evaluate them. The rescue was new and not too experienced but trying. The day they came to evaluate the dogs I was out “supervising”. They agreed to take a few of them but decided against the “aggressive” one. I was not worried; I had 2 other groups interested in him.
I happened to come by the shelter the next day, a Saturday. I would not usually have been there as I got up early that morning to do a regular spot on the morning news then usually left, however I needed to catch up on some stuff. I just happened to walk down the hall and there was the “aggressive” Dane being drug toward the euthanasia room on a catch pole. I freaked. After stopping them I was told that smelly illiterate redneck had ordered him put to sleep when I was not there because she thought I was wasting my time and didn’t want to wait for another group to come. She told them to do it Saturday when I was away "supervising".
I’ll spare you the details but I took the “aggressive” dog, sent an email to my boss to tell them to “KISS IT” and left without a second thought. I left the career I had always wanted, civil service &; union benefits, full medical benefits and a great salary and I’ve never regretted it.
Pilgrim has his host of issues, both physical & mental. He took 6 months to housebreak. He was scared he would not be allowed back in the house. He has eaten nearly every piece of furniture in my house, but I have never seen a dog so grateful. It took a while but he is happy. He smiles when he goes to the park. He does a happy dance from the joy of running around outside. (we just need to work on the part where he added body slam to happy dance.) He has learned to play with toys. He is gentle and delicate with the smaller animals and cats. He lets Jelly Legs have treats first. He waits his turn to eat and go outside. He walks up to strangers and asks to be petted, so much for being mean. As for the aggression, it’s gone until it counts. He guards me where it counts; no one is getting in the house or in his van.
He is truly a dog happy for the little things in life, a bed, a couch, going for a walk, a romp in the park and a gentle pet on the head.(and maybe a coffee table or a set of blinds)
Well for lack of anything else to do and because someone told me I should write this stuff down, every few days I’m going to write the story of one of the furry deviants.That way when I’m old and senile, someone can read me the stories and remind me of how I went crazy.
In July 2007 I was still working as rescue, foster & adoption coordinator at Animal Control.The place was in fairly bad shape, severely overcrowded, rampant w/ pest & disease and being destroyed by politics, but we all still plugged on.I was also personally have a very hard time as my beloved Doberman Dog was slipping further into heart failure from dilated cardiomyopathy.I felt as if my soul was dying, but that is another story.A few months before this we had rescued an older Mastiff in poor shape. I fostered her for a bit and we were able to get her into rescue.I had fallen in love with her but the situation wasn’t right for me to keep her.
I was in my office one day when one of the officers came and got me to show me this big brown dog they had picked up just a block from where the female had come from.There in the run was this skinny, scared, unfriendly, broken mangy looking dog.He had apparently been wandering the streets for a very long time and due to having been hit by a car they were able to tranquilize & catch him.He wanted nothing to do with anyone so I signed him up for pain meds and held out that 1/2 % chance someone would come looking for him.
A few days passed & I got busy with other things.Then while making my rounds I came across that brown dog again.No more friendly, he laid staring in the back of his cage.I noticed he only had 2 days left.I went to work networking but with rescues overcrowded and the dog being a mix, even if it was part mastiff, no one had room, especially for a broken mutt.
I thought maybe I could take him for just a few days, find out what was wrong with his leg then perhaps someone would be more willing to take him in.At a mere 88lbs, he was also suffering from several severe lacerations, a skin infection and heartworms.I brought him home to begin rehab (if you’re bored there is a video down there…) Dog could have cared less but I think he was too sick at that point to mind much.The name Moses just came to me on his car trip home, so it stuck.His fun loving, goofy personality came out as soon as he was out of the shelter.He was kind of like the big special kid in class, quite a bit smarter than anyone realized but never really quite sure how to show it.
During all this, Dog suffered a heart attack and died. I was devastated. Yet there was Moses, big goofy Moses was just kind of there, a clam, quiet presence.It was then I realized I didn’t want him to go when he was better… so here he stayed.
He has since healed his broken leg and gained 50lbs.DNA test revealed he wasn’t a mastiff mix but a St Bernard, Irish setter, German shepherd, Rottweiler cross.He’s like the kid my mother always wanted me to have so I could see what it was like. He is super smart and can open pretty much any door or gate, yet he only seems to remember what sit is about ½ the time.He waits until the very last minute to come when he is called, in just enough time so you can’t fuss at him for not listening.He can find a pill hidden in any type of food, yet he has figured out how to get into the pantry, into the garbage and pick out anything resembling food.He wipes out tables and shelves with one wag of his tail, yet he can carry a to go container all over the house without spilling a drop of food.I’ve been able to trim his nails once in 2 years, but he sat on a table for 2 hours so M & I could paint him like a tiger.He has taken down grown men while playing in the park, yet he will lie still on the floor for hours just so Jelly Legs can play with him and not get hurt.I couldn’t ask for a better dog
I've been full of it for 2 days. No fever so I have assured myself that I don't have swine flu. I was just commenting the other day how I needed another case of the flu so I could stop smoking AGAIN, no breathing, no smoking. It worked for over a year last time.
So today will probably suck. We are short staffed, in my area. I have a new girl to train. I don't like people. I loathe stupid. If this one is, she will not survive today. I have to have happy smiley be nice to people today face because we will be busy. I'm going to pull a Japan and wear a mask.
I'm already late & I don't care. (on a side note, don't take more nyquil if you wake up at 2am, you'll oversleep)
My only hope is how perfect my cappuccino turned out today.... look at the little paw print.
While I realize that the abandoned houses here are nothing compared to New Orleans, I've come to find the one behind me annoying. I appreciate no humans living there I am not enjoying the mice and flies. I decided tonight to put another complaint in to the city for the excessive nasty mess of something that was year old trash and is now driveway decoration. On another note they estimate compleation of my compaint by February of 2010. Here is a copy of my complaint:
Trash and litter. Complaint put in for trash, litter, overgrown yard, abandoned house: The yard has been trimmed, which the neighbors greatly appreciate. However, the trash cans that have been full of garbage for over a year, and also contained stagnant water, were simply dumped over. This occurred after the yard was “cleaned up”, perhaps another neighbors way of attempting to eliminate the mosquito population that had taken them over. The stew of primordial ooze has now spilled over the yard and driveway of the house and along our fence. Apparently this putrid mess is very attractive to flies & every fly from miles around has decided to live there. I'm unable to go into my backyard with a herd of fly’s dive bombing me and this has become excessively annoying. Every time an opportunity arises the flies enter the house and while this provides great entertainment for the cat, they really aren't as easy to hit with a fly swatter as it would seem. The flies make for an unhealthy environment when they accumulate in excess as they have here. It would be great if the homeowners could also be convinced to clean up this trash. http://www.furrydeviants.blogspot.com/
So Kanga had her kittens last night. 6 of them. I was thinking more like 4, but there were 6 little ones this morning. She is such a good mommy and is doing great feeding them. 4 girls and 2 boys: Christopher Robins, Winnie the Pooh, Rabbit, Roo, Piglet & Honey. Then long story short a woman brings in 4 “feral” kittens that had been abandoned by their mother to put to sleep because she “had a bad back” and couldn’t feed them for a few more weeks when they would be old enough to give away. Because I’m an emotional disaster lately, I really couldn’t manage to actually put them to sleep… I mean look at those faces. Lucky for me a client offered to foster 2 of them. They are not exactly happy to see me yet but they are eating well. I named them Adolf and Ava, but Jessica said I can’t do that so I’m open to new names.
I guess this is what I get when I pray for distractions and something to help me move on and forget. But how can something so cute not bring a smile to your face.
Is a sweet snobby cat. She finally allowed a few pictures. She is quite upset at having to share her room with Kate... Kate could care less (but it won't let me upload the cute video of it)
is a button up there at the top. So I clicked it the other day, just to see and on it takes me to another blog. However I have yet to be able to find one in English. Well I did find one about some lady w/ joint pain who made beads. Cute beads, rather boring. I know I could choose blogs of interest and follow like sheep the popular others, but I was hoping to discover something on my own.
It's like a game now, trying to figure out what each picture means. That or it is decent entertainment while I drink my coffee in the morning
About 2 weeks ago someone showed up with a cat they found across the street at Holiday Inn. This had to be the skinniest cat I had ever seen and she was broken. Her pelvis is broken in several places and she has a fracture just past one of her hip joints (SI lux). She wobbles when she walks and can hardly walk but she NEVER stops purring and is in love with having a soft bed.
Yesterday I show up at my second job and hear this crying/screaming kitten. Seems someone left them a 3 week old kitten and the poor thing was so lonely. He got carried around all day but still cried. About 1pm I stuck him in w/ Kate. She was instantly in love. She cleaned him and nuzzled him and snuggled him and showed him the food. He fell right back in love, trying to nurse what wasn't there. It was so cute. So I have him for a few weeks until he can go BACK to the vet and get fixed and adopted.
I'm still trying to place Delphine and Jimmy. Clover had her leg amputated yesterday and will be ready in 2 weeks.
This is me and the type of company I enjoy...acidic wit, well read, slightly sarcastic, knows the proper use of good vs. well, body art, enjoys showering, played with legos as a kid, a person equally comfortable at a concert/opera/rodeo/museum or knocking over a liquor store (there is something romantic about Bonnie & Clyde)
I am prone to sarcasm. Sarcasm is just one more way to express oneself in a world that tends to ignore the subtleties of life. If you’re the type of person that often doesn’t get it, things just wont work out in your favor. I have a low tolerance for vapid stupidity. My threshold is even lower for those who debase the word intelligence by applying it to anyone wise enough not to play with plastic bags over their heads.
Also, I generally prefer the company of animals to most people (I do socialize with humans on a regular basis)Otherwise, I’m harmless for the most part. I’m tattooed, pierced, & live with & foster bunches of animals. If you can’t operate a lint roller, we can’t play together. I haven’t reached crazy cat lady status yet...
