Wednesday, September 7, 2011

The tally

After burying the 3rd cat/kitten in the past 4 weeks, I decided to do a tally of everyone who has passed on in the past 13 months:

Bindi (Aug 2010)

Kitty  (July 2010)

Pudgie  (July 2010)

Blackie  (August 2011)

Frozen Fred  (August 2011)

Frozen Matt   (September 2011)

Not Frozen Amy  (September 7, 2011)

White Boy  (May or June 2010)

Stanley (Summer 2010)

2 kittens who were Stanley’s siblings  (Spring 2010)

Wooki (Summer 2011)

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12 cats/kittens total. 

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Still remaining:

Jeffie

Dougie

Conner

Alex

Abby

Spotty

Squeeky

Tiny Tot

George

Little Bo

Lillie  (It’s Skyla’s kitten, not mine.)

Piper

Chuck

Twitchy

TOTAL 13 + 1 not mine

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It’s been a tough year.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Parents, Kids and Pets

The title should really be irresponsible parents, their irresponsible kids and killing pets for no reason, other than it’s a tradition or trend to have a particular pet.  Prepare for my k’vetch.

To my right, across the yard, in a pen is a dying dog named Emmy.  Emmy is the by-product of a couple kids saying, “Oh she’s so cute!!! I want her!!!”  Of course, in this generation of see, want, buy – the kids get the pet.  The parents know full well, unless they’re in some sort of sick denial, that their kids are irresponsible, and will not take care of the pet. 

However, the kids will run around telling everyone how wonderful their pet is and how much the love the pet they totally ignore.  The irresponsible parent’s try to pass the buck by saying, “If you get the puppy or kitten, you’re responsible to take care of it.  We’re not helping you.”  So when the moment comes that the pet needs to go to the vet, the parent will say, “I told you, it’s your responsibility.  We don’t have the money to take your pet to the vet.”  However, there’s always plenty of money to waste it on constantly eating out, rather than actually cooking a respectable meal. 

Meanwhile, the pet suffers because no one wants to take responsibility.

It’s shameful.  People like that have no business having a pet.  It’s cruelty to animals – literally. 

So!  I’m taking care of the pet and trying to get it put to sleep.  Unfortunately, not being able to drive and living 8 miles from the vet I can’t get it there myself.  I know very few people and none of them are available to help me get Emmy to the vet.  If it wasn’t for me, Emmy would have no water.  Emmy would have no food, because she can’t eat unless she’s hand-fed.  It’s shameful and right now I’m absolutely furious over the whole thing.

Sadly, same person who has the dog, is about to kill a sweet little cat as well, while all the while claiming (as the dog has been) how much they love the cat and can’t wait to take it home……blah blah blah….so they can kill through neglect.  I hate to see this little cat die.  It’s precious, and thankfully I’ve gotten to care for it over a month, so at least it’s had a good life, which is something it won’t experience later.  I hate this.  And right now, I’m hating every irresponsible person in the family for being abusive to animals. 

Stupid, idiotic, irresponsible, moronic, immature, redneck trash.

There, I’ve had my k’vetch and I feel a little bit better.

I’m sorry little Lillie, I wish I could protect you from the horrible fate that awaits you.  I wish I could stop it.  You don’t deserve what they’ll do to you.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Birds-eye view of where I live!

The farm is the 3 fields that look like a golf course, plus all the woods which goes back a bit further on the right than what’s shown.  It comes to 300 acres.  If you look southwest of the pushpin tip, there’s a cluster of white buildings nestled in that little corner of trees.  That’s where I live. If you squint really hard, you can see the pond east of the tip.  : )

The Farm

Some days you just have to stop

honeybadgerdon'tcare Maybe it’s the heat that's getting to me, because otherwise I can’t come up with any other excuse for why I’m not being productive.  I’ve had so many opportunities lately, but nothing is getting done.  The thing is, for every day that I don’t meet my goals – I lose money.  But as the honey badger t-shirt says, “DON’T CARE!”  Way too much of me really doesn’t care.  That’s scary.
Hoping tomorrow will be better. 

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Feeling like a geezer



Ever since last Wednesday I’ve been so sleepy.  I can be sitting in a chair and wake up whenever wondering when the heck I fell asleep.   Took till today for me to figure it out – it’s taking my bloody meds in the morning.  Lamictol makes me sleepy.  Zanaflex makes me sleepy.  I’m taking them both at the same time.  No wonder I can’t keep awake.  LOL

Meanwhile, Alex the Farting Cat is doing his best to keep me awake – or trying to make me pass out. 

Deadly noxious fumes keep seeping from his butt, which is strategically located directly below my nose.