I think I am going to have to put Woody down this week. The lump on his nose never did go back down this last time. He is still eating good, but seems dehydrated, and NO, I cannot give him sub-q, he is NOT that kind of cat. I put meds in his eye yesterday because it was runny, and that looks better, but he is NOT himself and is a bit wobbly on his feet. For the last few days he has gone outside without even having breakfast. He sleeps in one of the flower beds until supper time and then comes in and eats about 3 ounces or so of canned food. Tonight I gave him tuna water, which he loves.
I had hoped he would make Bunny and Louise's anniversary in August. Anubis died 7/24/08. I knew he was sick, we found the tumor a year ago and I had recently noticed his motor skills deteriorating like Annie's did as the cancer spread into her brain, but....I'm still typing through tears. I guess you are never ready for these things.He didn't even know how to play when we got him, but I have pictures of him playing with toys months after we took him in. If those assholes had bothered to get him neutered, he probably never would have gotten the FIV...instead they threw him out to live on the streets for seven years...We managed to give him two years of love, warmth, security, food and water. At least he got to experience that much. I know he knows he is loved.
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heartbroken
I AM AN ANIMAL RESCUER
By Mike Stellas
My job is to assist God's creatures;
I was born with the need to fulfill their needs.
I take in new family members without plan, thought, or selection.
I have bought dog food with my last dime;
I have patted a mangy head with a bare hand;
I have hugged someone vicious and afraid;
I have fallen in love a thousand times,
and I have cried into the fur of a lifeless body.
I have Animal Friends and friends who have animal friends.
I don’t often use the word "pet".
I notice those lost at the roadside,
And my heart aches.
I will hand raise a field mouse,
And make friends with a vulture;
I know of no creature unworthy of my time.
I want to live forever if there aren’t animals in Heaven,
But I believe there are.
Why would God make something so perfect and leave it behind.
We may be master of the animals,
But the animals have mastered themselves,
Something people still haven't learned.
War and Abuse makes me hurt for the world
But a rescue that makes the news gives me hope for mankind.
We are a quiet but determined army
And making a difference ever day.
There is nothing more necessary than warming an orphan,
nothing more rewarding than saving a life,
No higher recognition than watching them thrive.
There is no greater joy than seeing a baby play
who only days ago was too weak to eat.
I am an Animal Rescuer
My work is never done,
My home is never quiet,
My wallet is always empty,
But my heart is always full.
- Mood:
thoughtful
and HORRIBLE Busy...
all at the same time.
I have done what I needed to do to remain SANE...or as sane as I ever get, but that's another topic for another day.
I am SINCERELY sorry for being such a shit and not keeping up on my FList and for not posting...
HOPEFULLY, Sanity (or as much of "sane" as I ever get!) will return by the end of this month. Until then...again, so sorry!!!
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shit head
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minmay7 and my brother got Charlie a six disc CD changer for his truck as his Christmas/December 31 Birthday present. Unfortunately, it's not compatible with his stereo. I dug the packing slip out of the box today and my heart sank. She bought it in mid-November and the return policy is 30-days. However, as a wise man once told me, "Blow a nickle! The worst thing that can ever happen to you for asking for something is that you might be told 'no'."Not only are they giving us credit for the full purchase price (they did offer to credit
minmay7 's credit card instead) but they are also paying for return shipping!!! Holy Shit! I didn't think anyone did that any more! All of this was no questions asked, no problem and the girl was cheerful and friendly...and obviously in the U.S.A.!!! Needless to say, I will be using crutchfield.com myself if I ever have occasion to buy something else they sell/carry. - Mood:
pleasantly surprised
Wednesday night I went downstairs to feed the cats that stay down there. Two are feral, two are semi-feral and one just doesn't like being upstairs--they stay down there by choice. I could hear a cat crying in the furnace room so I went to investigate. Darling (extreme feral) was sitting on the furnace. It was not her meowing. I could hear another cat, but couldn't find it. I was a little over an hour late on feeding time, so assumed the cat was crying because it wanted me to hurry up and fill the dishes and Go Away so she could eat--Reese does that sometimes, staying just out of reach but yelling at me to go away. In other words, I didn't think to much about it.
Thursday morning I was at the back door calling Gato in when I hear that same cat-voice crying in the basement. No where near feeding time. Now I am concerned. I follow the sound and find Darling hovering by the furnace again. The crying cat nowhere to be seen. I call for Charlie to come downstairs because he is tall enough to look into the ceiling crevices. We look and look and cannot find the crying cat. Frankly, I was starting to feel like we were in the movie Poltergeist, where they could hear Carol Ann right THERE, but couldn't see her.
Then we notice the cover has come off one of the furnace pipes.
Charlie: "You don't think..."
Folks, it's winter in Michigan, the furance has been running...
Me: "No!"
We stick the flashlight into the hole and call to the cat (we still don't know WHO it is because I have been unable to locate the second extreme feral and either of the semi-ferals) to "Come to the Light!"
More crying from the cat, but no cat.
He pulls out the furnace filter to discover something has dug its way through it.
He pops the side off the furnace...and out pops Misha, our semi-feral tuxedo!
Since I don't always see the ferals when I go down to feed, and sometimes cannot even find them when looking for them--they are cats and a cat that doesn't want to be seen will not be seen--I have no idea how long she was in there! He handed her to me while she was still in semi-shock and I whisked her upstairs to the spare bathroom. She was dirty, hungry, thirsty as hell with a good chunk of fur singed off one side, but otherwise OK. It has been my experience that any time a cat has a near-death close call that their personality changes. I've seen it over and over. Misha is much more friendly and cuddly and she will stay in the spare bathroom until we are sure she is fully tamed.
The cover is back on the furnace pipe. She had been in the hot part, obviously. Managed to not go through the fan and clawed her way through the filter to get to the cooler part of the system. Misha was smart enough to realize that Mommy would help her, if only she let me know she was in trouble. Darling was by the furnace every time I went down there because she stayed with her! Darling HATES people, but what a sweet sweet thing to stay near her cousin like that! Darling has something wrong with her mouth and I so wish we could catch her to help her--and no, a live trap is no use with her--so please say a little prayer that Darling, like Misha, realizes that we WILL help not harm if you only LET US.
When we thought/talked about how disasterous this could have turned out...
ZOMG!
My mother has always said that how the New Year starts is usually a pretty clear indication of how the rest of the year will be. Grammy was a Kitchen Witch, and I'm sure this is something she passed down to my mother. I have found it pretty accurate, so I have to say it will be a lucky year for us. Sloppy luck, but Luck all the same and I think I'll very gratefully take it!
- Mood:
grateful
The day is already starting out to be a Monday-Wednesday.
Charlie's alarm didn't go off again today--yesterday we woke up at 7 which is two hours after he should have picked up the carpools, who waited until seven to call us. At least today I woke up at 4:45, which is correct time and thus he would not be late...
except...
he was going to get up earlier and put my tires back on my car before he left. So, I still have no car.
Then, like five minutes ago, I realized I forgot to give him the guys' paychecks.
I have no car, not much I can do about it...
- Mood:
annoyed
Saturday we went to see
minmay7 and my brother. Leaving town Charlie noticed a gainormous pothole on the lane that goes into town.
"Be careful if you come this way," he told me. "That pothole will not only flatten your tire, it'll dent your rim..."
I nodded.
"Did you see where it was? It'll mess up your car. You need to stay away from it. A pothole that size will destroy your tire and rim."
"It's between the expressway exit and the tracks. I don't take the e-way often, but I will make sure to watch for it."
"Make sure you do! It will flatten your tire and dent your rim."
We were going to stay the night, but everybody pooped out early and since it was so early and we weren't drinking, we decided to come home...
It was about 11 when we got off the freeway. It was raining, and there are few lights on the roads out here in the country so everything looked shiny and greasy and it was a bit hard to see. We had oncoming traffic, quite a bit for that hour, and so couldn't drive down the center of the road to avoid the rough edges of pavement--including the Killer Pothole From Hell...
BANG!
"Oh, fuck...I hit that pothole..."
Thank you, Captain Obvious! As if I could have possibly not noticed! "Hopefully you didn't do any damage," I reply, thinking that it would be a miracle to not have done any damage after that jarring bang that rattled my brain around in my skull.
"I was trying to watch for it! I was only doing 25! I couldn't get over...and the damn thing was filled with water..." We drive a bit before he says, "I think the alignment's messed up, your car is drifting to the right..."
I roll down the window because I know why my car is drifting to the right and it has nothing to do with alignment. Thwup, thwup, thwup can now very plainly be heard.
:::nods:::
Tore right through the sidewall of my less-than-three-month-old-now-former-tir
minmay7 , Darren is fixing it.)The moral of the story?
Sometimes it sucks to be right.
-OR-
Saying something three times apparently *can* make it happen.
I'm winning the MegaMillions Jackpot Tonight.
I'm winning the MegaMillions Jackpot Tonight.
I'm winning the MegaMillions Jackpot Tonight.
- Mood:
optimistic - Music:Cars by Gary Numan
ONE thing got done!!!
WHERE did the time go???
ONE thing got done!!!
Do I SUCK or what???
- Mood:
disappointed
I don't put bumper stickers on Go Girl, but if I did, it would be this one! Many people have "My kid is an Honor Student" stickers on their cars. This is the Cat Momma reply sticker. It says: My cat is so evolved, that in comparison your honor studen is like a primitive fish with legs.
Thanks to my friend Marilyn for sending me the link!
- Mood:
amused
My cat, because of what he taught me and my ability/need to put that into words...we are all over The Net...
we are both immortal. As long as there is an internet, and as long as there are diabetic cats using Humulin N...We LIVE.
It is more important to me that Bunny live forever...that people everywhere know Bunny, that Bunny helps cats after years in the grave, THAT is Important. Bunny was a selfish bastard (a loveable selfish bastard, but a selfish bastard all the same) so it really is more about my perception than his...
but I think GIVING immortality is sooo much more wicked cool than getting it....
And my grey boy...
he is Legend.
THAT
is
WICKED
Kewl.
Image is an absolutely darling petal-pink, pointed toed, spike-heeled boot. The top folds down to just below 1/2 part of the calf and has black ribbon laced up the fold with a bow at the bottom.
( Happy Birthday, Jesus )
ETA: It was actually recorded by Mike Douglas!
You can download it HERE.
You can buy the CD HERE.
- Mood:
nostalgic
The results are interesting, and I'm not sure if I like them or not. Part of me finds them fascinating and deliciously macabre. The other part, the small squeamish part that seldom so much as whispers a word, finds them disturbing. However, that seems to only delight the twisted part all the more.
Image is a cat skeleton with some of the bones gilded. It is wearing a black and white stripped beanie hat. Its curled tail is attached by a string to a little two-wheeled cart. A two headed bird with moth wings rides in the cart. The joints of the cat are brass hinge balls.
You can read an interview with the artist and see more of her pieces HERE.
Her "Brass Menagerie" is Here.
- Mood:
intrigued
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