Thursday, April 27, 2017

.. and then I went grocery shopping ..

Normal day today, coming in from work I call down the stairs "Hi Andy!" to my son.  Continuing into the kitchen my purse, lunch tote and keys are deposited on the counter between the fridge and the stove.  Moving into the living room I see something odd - "Hey guys!  There is a spider here missing a leg!  Okay, well the leg isn't missing, it's sitting right next to him.  If you guys are going to kill
spiders, can you at least eat them?"

Heading back to the kitchen to get dinner ready for the "guys" I say "Hi Cruz, such a sweet boy.  Emmett!  Look at you, what a good boy you are!  Oh there you are Louise, how are you doing?  Such a pretty girl, yes!  You hungry?  Wheezy, what are YOU doing? Are you feeling okay?  Can I pet you?  Nice girl!  Abby, where are you? Oh Abby, don't sit on the railing like that, you're making me nervous!"

Yes, I have entire conversations with my cats, as if they understand what I am saying and are conversing with me as well.

My daughter is expecting a baby, she and her husband just closed on their first house today, so much going on!  My first grand baby!!  I am beyond excited.

Sometimes I make jewelry.  Beaded bracelets are my favorite, for a while I was loving making bracelets with rough African beads and buttons as clasps.  They're beautiful.  Earrings are something I make more when there is an outfit I want to match, because making them is not enjoyable to me.

Tomorrow is the last day at my current job, Monday is the first day of my new job.  Tomorrow my bosses boss is coming into town to pick up my laptop and other equipment, and my new boss is already sending invites to discuss the plan of action for what I will start out doing on Tuesday - after orientation on Monday.

Life.  It's happening all around us.  I'm a normal, what used to be called "traditional" American woman, working for a living, helping my kids when I can, enjoying my pets and volunteering for a local animal rescue group.

Do I sound like a fascist to you?

Apparently I am one.  At least that's what a bunch of thuggish uber-liberal groups are claiming when they are shutting down conservative speakers across the country - controversial ones like Anne Coulter, but also Heather MacDonald who wrote a book about policing in America.  Gavin McInnes is a comedian and a right wing speaker who was invited to speak at NYU but had to stop speaking when he was hit with pepper spray when protesters rushed the stage.

Speech the right disagrees with has been labeled hate speech, and is being shut down all over the
country with violent protests when speech is attempted, and threats of violence when it might.  This is CRAZY!  What ever happened to - I don't like what you have to say but I would defend your right to say it?  You don't have to like people like Ann Coulter, you don't have to agree with someone's politics.  But the answer to speech you disagree with is MORE speech!  Not shutting down speech you don't like.

God help us.

Oh, one more thing.  Protesters who cover their faces - are not simple protesters who disagree with a principle.  They have a much, much darker agenda.  Mark my words.


Thursday, March 16, 2017

Does Your Cat Do This??

No, I don't sleep with my glasses on.  But I do
need them to take a picture!
Emmett loves me.  I know this.  He has turned out to be a scaredy cat, spends a lot of time under my bed or out in the living room if I am home, but not if anyone is visiting.

At night he believes he is Casanova.  Or something.  He climbs on my head and sucks on my hair.  He licks my face and tries to lick inside my nose. No, not allowed, Emmett. He flops his whole body across my neck or worse - my face, sometimes waking me up by not allowing me to breathe!

Yes, he loves me.  I know he's trying to love on me.  Or something.  But it's really hard to get any sleep with him around.  People suggest locking him out of my room at night.  For a while I wore little caps to bed to keep him away from my hair.

But the problem is, while I'm pushing him away .. while I'm whining at him to stop .. while I'm moving him so I can breathe .. I am smiling.

Because yes, Emmett loves me.  And this is the way he shows me.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

.. and cats.

My life.
I work.
I have cats.
Okay, so there are a few other things in my life like a man friend, a son who lives with me a a daughter who is PREGNANT!!!  I'm going to be a grandma!
But beyond those things.
Cats.

My last foster Meatloaf, did indeed find a special home.  A young couple with one cat adopted him and it looks like Meatloaf has especially bonded with his new dad.  I am SO happy for him.

Grace
Since then I have had 2 other fosters, little Grace who is not more than a year and had already given birth to 5 kittens!  And the purported father of said kittens - Tex.  Both wonderful kitties, were only here for a couple weeks.  Most shelter cats tend to come sick, and Grace & Tex were no different.  Once they were well it was time to deliver them to the Petsmart where they were to be put up for adoption.

Turns out - Tex is a nervous traveler.  When I originally picked him up he pooped in his carrier but I didn't think anything of it.  But when I was returning him to the store and he pooped again - I was like - so Tex, you're not fond of the car, huh?

My daughter Dani was with me and had her dog Rue in the front seat of the car with her.  Grace and Tex were both in the back seat when that unmistakable odor wafted into the front seat.  My pregnant daughter was gagging and we quickly opened the windows while I searched for a place to pull over.
Tex

Oh my!  I generally don't travel with wet wipes or anything one would need to clean up kitty poop. Going around to the back seat I opened the door and opened Tex's carrier.  Pulling the blanket out - pieces of poop fell onto the asphalt of the parking lot we were in - but um .. more was still in the carrier.  Trying to get Tex out of the carrier while blocking the door - apparently I smooshed the rest of the poop all along side the inside of the carrier.  OH DIDN'T WE HAVE FUN!

Dani handed me the garbage bag I carry in the front seat that happened to contain a bunch of balled up paper towels which I used to mop up what I could.  Liquid was nowhere to be found but after searching my purse I found one - count 'em - one eye glass lens wipe.  It was enough to wipe up about an inch of smooshed poop.  There I was, determined to not deliver Tex to the store while sitting in his own poop - spitting on paper towels and scrubbing the inside of his carrier - while still making sure Tex did not escape from the car.  Argh!

Mr. McStinky-pants was delivered to the store with some dried poop still on the inside of the carrier, but not on him, and much less than had been there originally.  That night I set out to put together a kit for my car with extra kitty blankets, wet wipes, puppy pee pads, garbage bags, as well as some hand sanitizer and collapsible food bowls.

No doubt I've missed something, but God knows no one will be able say I didn't TRY to be prepared if it happens again!


Monday, January 2, 2017

Let me tell you about Meatloaf (also known as Moose, Tank, and Mr. McFloofy-Pants)

No, not the food - Meatloaf is a cat.  He is my foster cat and he is lovely.

Even when I used to write regularly, I never had a big readership here.  But now since I write once or twice a YEAR, I can expect 2 or 3 people to MAYBE read what I post.  For Meatloafs sake, I wish I had one of those fabulously popular blogs where all I had to do was post something and a cause would go viral.

Alas, that isn't my blog.  But I'm going to talk about Meatloaf anyway.  Because I love him!

Meatloaf was living in a rabbit hutch on a chicken farm in Kentucky when a young girl saw him.  She had just seen an animal advocate who had come to her school to teach the kids about how to take care of and value animals.  When she saw Meatloafs situation she knew it was wrong.  She called the rescue group the woman who came to her school was associated with, and they sent someone out. The woman had to call the police twice to get them to come out and allow her to remove Meatloaf from the property.

Meatloaf had open sores all over his body.  He had bad eye infections, an upper respiratory infection, and was infested with fleas and mites.  The people who "owned" him, had no reason for why he was in the rabbit hutch and exposed to the elements.  They came up with various stories about how he got in the shape he was in.  He was hit by a car.  He was attacked by a dog.  But most likely - he was simply neglected and abused.  His sores were from his own scratching and infections were from neglect.

By the time Meatloaf was transported to the Chicago area where he came into my home, most of his fleas were gone, but he still had open sores and a horrible case of ear mites.  His upper respiratory infection was not completely gone and I was still putting meds into his eyes.  He needed a lot of TLC. I was scared when I first saw him, I'm not a nurse and had never taken care of a cat with bloody sores and being so ill.  What if he didn't want me to touch his wounds?  What if he was too much for me?

There were drops for his ears, ointment for his eyes, sterile cotton and neosporin for his sores.  The vet gave him an antibiotic shot and an anti-inflammatory.  And there were still fleas and mites that the
vet treated him for as well.  That first day when I brought him home from the vet and had him quarantined in my office, he came up to my chair, stood up and put his front paws on my legs and looked up into my eyes and into my heart.

It's taken months for Meatloaf to heal.  His eyes are better, his cough is gone, there are no more fleas or mites or open sores.  I am still cleaning his ears every 2 to 3 days, but everything else is fine. And it's time for him to find his forever home.  If I were going to have a foster failure it would be this boy.  He's sweet and laid back, he loves nothing more than to lay down on my lap and have me pet him to sleep after dinner.  But if I keep him - I will not be able to foster other cats and I really want to do that.  Fostering means being a place for animals that need someone to care for them until a forever home can be found for them.  I want to be able to do that for other cats too.

There was a woman who wanted to meet him and I was hopeful.  She sat with him, petted him, had him on her lap for the better part of an hour.  But she was worried about his cataract - did that mean he might get one in the other eye?  How were his teeth?  She pried his mouth open to look. Obviously she was not looking for a cat (estimated to be about 8 years old) who had come from a rescue situation.

Too bad, it is her loss.  But Meatloaf is still looking for a home.  He isn't going to go to just anyone. A special boy like him - deserves a special home.