Teh Squeaky Wheel
Good morning, GN! First!
Thank you again, Mac, for keeping teh wheel spinning.
My goofy right eye woke me up again and with the Santa Ana winds blowing and making a heckuva racket, sleep seems to be off the table.
Happy “Captain Howdy Kitteh” Hump Day, GN!
Very sorry to read about your eye bothering you again; criminy!
Glad that your meeting with the Pronoun Director was better than you anticipated. (AFAIC, anyone who unironically lists their pronouns anywhere is a POS unless otherwise proven.)
Fatwa — I hope this never-ending story comes to a satisfactory resolution soon.
Thanks; me too. But based on even moar bullshit yesterday, I expect this carp will continue into my retirement (whenever that occurs).
The stress -- and anger -- is affecting both Jim’s and my health…and there’s really nothing we can do about it which wouldn’t be both “iffy” and expensive. Our “legal” system is a pawthetic joke…especially in CA.
BTW, classi take on those stickers. And absolutely spot on.
Big route especially BIG last night.
Still slogging through Dante.
I commend you for persevering.
I’m hoping that it all makes sense once I finish the darn thing and provides some insight.
Hi, dv8 (and Harper!!1!)!
Hope the BIG Big Route went reasonably smoothly last night.
I’m neither a fan of Kid Rock nor his music, but this amused me:
This was slow to load, so I looked up the lyrics.
it went very well thx, albeit longgggggggg……
You should check out his Rock n Roll Jesus album. Great album.
hmmm…. I wonder why this got privated?
Happy Hump Day, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Sven, Fatwa, and dv8 (and Harper!)!
Now if the cat was walking across the ceiling, I’d really be worried.
Sven -- sorry to read that your eye is still giving you trouble. I’m sure the Santa Ana’s aren’t helping any.
dv8 -- glad you made it through the Big Route (now even Bigger!). What changed?
Paddy, the papers were just big and about an hour late, so I have to go to sleep now. Harper is on her way to Flagstaff. Some friends are driving her up there to her MS treatment.
When Libertarian Marc visited, she decided to postpone her treatment and the only appointment she could get was this morning. I kinda still wanted to go, but practically speaking, I need to sleep, so I’m staying home.
Hi, Paddy -- I may just have to learn to live with it. I have a long rant about the medical profession, but another time.
I’m sorry the eye is still giving you trouble.
Prayers all around.
Give this one a listen.
I hope this gets widespread exposure.
It’s from Rock n Roll Jesus -- album came out 15 years or so ago. It’s a really good album.
We’ve had Jack Tatum living with us for close to six years now. All our other cats, with the exception of the two old ones we took in when Mrs Sven’s aunt died, were feral.Tatum wasn’t feral; he was a lost kitten, maybe 5 months old when he showed up at our place. He was wearing a flea collar and was well groomed, so belonged somewhere and somehow got lost -- we looked for his owner, but no one ever responded.
So most of our experience has been with ferals -full grown cats, not kittens. A few showed up with injuries and actually asked for help; others would slink around and we’d leave food outside for them and coax them for months sometimes before they’d allow petting or come inside. We fed them, cared for them, took them to the vet for shots and wound care. They lived indoors when they wanted and outdoors when they wanted. We kept them as safe and as happy as we could.
The toms would do the usual tomcat things. Fighting and mating. They’d disappear for days or weeks and come back home beat up, missing teeth, and smelling of the rut. We often discussed getting them fixed as the vets recommended, but even after we did that to one tom, his habits remained the same.
Tatum though, I can’t understand at all what he’s up to. He’s gone through phases where he was a lap cat for maybe 6 months and then gave up on that. Last year, he refused to go outside for months, necessitating us to finally get him a litter box which he had used when he first showed up but hadn’t in years. Over the years he still disappears for days at a time making us panic, but then he shows back up completely intact. He’s had one serious wound in six years; he has all his teeth, and his claws have never been broken. He doesn’t ever smell like he’s been with a female and his coat, while dirty, isn’t matted or messy. He still hunts, but he hasn’t killed anything that Ive seen in a while. I can’t figure out where he goes at night or what he does. I’ve thought about getting him a collar and a GPS tag, but he won’t submit to a collar.
It’s a mystery what he’s doing -- Mrs Sven thinks he has another family that he visits, but I don’t know. He’s not all that friendly with other people.
He came home this morning after being gone for 24 hours -- scarfed down some food and then went to sleep -- he seems exhausted. He’s disappeared for days the last two weeks -- i hope he stays home tonight -- we might just lock him in.
You’ve given Jack a good home, and I’m sure he appreciates it -- as much as a cat can.
Jack Tatum just woke up -- he’s been sound asleep for seven hours.
Hope Miss Harper’s treatment went well.
Very lucky cat, maybe blessed.
She came home fine. I was still asleep. when I woke up for a moment, there she was : )