Monday, October 17, 2016

Nails It

Somebody I know posted this link.  And it nails it.  Somebody else I know used the same words as I have used regarding liberals recently - "superiority."  I.e. it's an undisearved sense and they must get a crick in their necks from their noses being so high in the air when they have zero claim to do so.  And, of course, living within the DC bubble of influence makes it worse.  A whole bunch of people with good retirements and splendid government insurance feeling really superior to the ignorant peons who have the audacity to question them.

Anyway, this guy really speaks for me.  Yes, I'm a government retiree.  But I've completely lost respect for so many.  And I'm completely done with the arrogant bunch of elitist $%&/s known as liberals and the democrat party and their hatred for diversity of opinion and of freedom.  Once I might have voted for a democrat, depending.  But Truman is dead and so is anything resembling integrity among democrats.  And, worse, the same goes for the republican ruling class.  They are democrats without the courage to call themselves that.

I changed my registration to "Independant" years ago, and I periodically send the RNC an email telling them why and reminding them that they should remember the word "Whig."  They never respond.  And if a strong enough, truly conservative leader emerges from this battle, I will follow them into a third party.  I will curse the democrats first because they so despise freedom, but I will equally curse the "leaders" of the republican party for being fine with that.

H/t Sean

Sunday, October 9, 2016

Well. It's Been...

...exhausting.   I may never open my garage door again.

You may remember that a few months ago I left my garage door open only to find that two strays gave birth to their litters on the same day and in the same box in said garage.  Eleven kittens.  And I had to make a decision:  allow a feral cat colony to grow up, kill them all, or bring them in and foster and socialize them in hopes of finding good homes.  Plus getting the mothers spayed.

As soon as the first batch was able to eat cat food and only have one mother to suckle from I brought them in.  The one mother clearly was a house cat and is a darling who shows no sign of wanting to ever go out again.  She's my happy lap kitty now.

Flitter, on the other hand, is feral.  There was a second litter before I finally was able to trap and spay her.  And guess where they ended up?  My garage...

Four of the first litter went to new homes fairly early on.  But at one point I had 14 cats in my 1800 sq ft house.  I joked about being the crazy cat lady but the worry and work was exhausting and I started popping up cold sores and other indications that I was overwhelmed.  And maybe that's where the line between a true crazy cat lady and a foster parent is drawn - I dearly love each one of them but I realize that I absolutely can't properly take care of that many cats.

So, finally, all of the first batch went to the Animal Welfare Society shelter two weeks ago.  I cried all the way home.  But to my joy all but 2 have already been adopted.  They tell me that my babies are so well socialized that they basically come out and choose their new parents.

And so now there's just the last litter.  My absolute darlings.  They will be the hardest of all to let go, but at least I feel like I can breathe now.

Thursday, September 8, 2016

What Have You Been Telling Her?!

Granddaughter:  "Why aren't we seeing Grandma right now?"

Daughter:   "Because we're just not."

Granddaughter:  "Is she in jail?"

Monday, August 29, 2016


...I'll catch up.  But there's long stories... Well, OK, cats. The core story is way too many cats.  Massive stress load of cats.  Which I guess is the difference between a foster and a true crazy cat lady.  I love them but they have to go - I'm very clear on that. Working on it with the local Animal Welfare Society.  Four have gone to new homes.  But I wasn't able to catch the feral mother.   So...

Three more in my garage.  Note to self - Find that daggone "Cat Maternity Ward" sign and take it down.  Realized they were in there with their trap-wary mother and real quick put the garage door down. And feral momma then abandoned kittens and refused to have anything to do with them.  So 4 week old kittens are in spare bedroom, pooping and peeing everywhere, walking through their food, and desperately needing cuddled. Their mother is still trapped in the garage.  This week's project is to try to get her into a cage and into a cleaner environment until her spay appointment in Sept. Seven of the original kittens are still awaiting homes.  They get their last distemper booster and chipped on Thursday.

Did I mention the infestation of chemical resistant fleas?

Did I mention Reunion time and my chief cook and bottle washer duties?  Did I mention that I'm having a steady stream of company?  Did I mention that even though I should know better after 35 years in the government that I touched some major things at church and now they're mine?

Did I mention that I'm contemplating a nice, quiet little breakdown...?