Thursday, November 8, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
What A Friggin Day!!!
Sheesh bunnies- I’m practically worn out!!!
This morning, I was at work early- straight after I dropped Damien off for his lift to school.
See, I was taking my granny darling to the hospital for an appointment, and I wanted to get a couple of hours of work in before I left to fetch her. I picked her up, right on time (I’m ALWAYS on time or a little early) and then we trekked through to the hospital. Granny’s appointment was at 9h45, so I was anticipating being back at work around 11h00.
Aaaaaanyhoodle*
They eventually called Granny Darling in at 12h30 and we left the hospital at 13h20!!! By the time I got back to work it was nearly 2pm, and I just knew I was going to get sweet fork all done!!!
Thankfully I have a fantastic boss, and I told him I’d put in for a half day’s leave to make up for the hours I lost.
Then at about 15h20, I get a call from a near hysterical Damien- Greebo had gone missing and he couldn’t find him anywhere!
Any of my long term readers may remember that my three furry masters (Greebo, Taxi and Grampa Scratchy) are purely indoor cats, sometimes called window-watchers. They do not go outside at all, except on a halter and leash, and the old man doesn’t even come out of my bedroom! And I’m in an apartment on the second floor, so any exit will be a risky one. You can imagine then that one of them going missing is a BIG problem… and Damien and Greebo are big buddies so Damien was very upset!
I promised him I’d be home shortly and I’d help him look.
I got home and changed out of my work clothes in case we ended up doing lots of walking, and we set off downstairs… calling softly and searching every nook and cranny. Damien found him after about 15 minutes, hiding under some shrubs in a flowerbed of the complex garden. He was very distraught- and anyone who has found a lost cat will know how they have a wide-eyed “where the fuck have you been do you know what I’ve been through” look on their faces, and they claw the crap out of whoever picks them up!!! He was not at all a happy kitty, and Damien bravely tucked him under his T-shirt.
I think he’s limping, and I have no idea how long he was outside, he didn’t moan when I gave him a once over though, so here’s hoping he’s okay…
*miss you Vangiepants, oh goddess of coping skills…
This morning, I was at work early- straight after I dropped Damien off for his lift to school.
See, I was taking my granny darling to the hospital for an appointment, and I wanted to get a couple of hours of work in before I left to fetch her. I picked her up, right on time (I’m ALWAYS on time or a little early) and then we trekked through to the hospital. Granny’s appointment was at 9h45, so I was anticipating being back at work around 11h00.
Aaaaaanyhoodle*
They eventually called Granny Darling in at 12h30 and we left the hospital at 13h20!!! By the time I got back to work it was nearly 2pm, and I just knew I was going to get sweet fork all done!!!
Thankfully I have a fantastic boss, and I told him I’d put in for a half day’s leave to make up for the hours I lost.
Then at about 15h20, I get a call from a near hysterical Damien- Greebo had gone missing and he couldn’t find him anywhere!
Any of my long term readers may remember that my three furry masters (Greebo, Taxi and Grampa Scratchy) are purely indoor cats, sometimes called window-watchers. They do not go outside at all, except on a halter and leash, and the old man doesn’t even come out of my bedroom! And I’m in an apartment on the second floor, so any exit will be a risky one. You can imagine then that one of them going missing is a BIG problem… and Damien and Greebo are big buddies so Damien was very upset!
I promised him I’d be home shortly and I’d help him look.
I got home and changed out of my work clothes in case we ended up doing lots of walking, and we set off downstairs… calling softly and searching every nook and cranny. Damien found him after about 15 minutes, hiding under some shrubs in a flowerbed of the complex garden. He was very distraught- and anyone who has found a lost cat will know how they have a wide-eyed “where the fuck have you been do you know what I’ve been through” look on their faces, and they claw the crap out of whoever picks them up!!! He was not at all a happy kitty, and Damien bravely tucked him under his T-shirt.
I think he’s limping, and I have no idea how long he was outside, he didn’t moan when I gave him a once over though, so here’s hoping he’s okay…
*miss you Vangiepants, oh goddess of coping skills…
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
An Apparently Gratuitous Cat Picture
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Hoo Boy…
I am so not popular with Damien this week… and probably won’t be with a lot of people after this.
There was a program on TV the other night, a current events thing that I didn’t see, about the trade in dog and cat fur. Seems it’s used for everything from coats to toys. It’s caused a huge outcry and there have been calls to ban the trade in this fur. A large part of the issue is that in the western world, dogs and cats are part of the family- they’re beloved pets- and what happens is that these same animals we adore and anthropomorphize everyday (like I do to my three furry masters- Greebo, Taxi and Grampa Scratchy) are kept in small cages and are not at all loved… then they’re slaughtered and skinned. Much like the highly unpopular fur trade does to minks, stoats, rabbits and foxes… to name but a few.
I have mentioned a couple of times that one day when my furry masters are gone to the big litter box in the sky- I would like to make something with their fur, like a cushion or a hat or something… I have always loved fur, and I see this as a way of keeping them with me when they’re gone.
So why am I unpopular?
Well… when we heard the DJ and several callers on the radio giving their opinions on the subject, I told Damien I thought maybe legalising the trade in this fur and controlling it, would help institutions like the SPCA make some money since they never have enough. I mean- they euthanise thousands of animals, and if they can use the fur to support their cause, why not do so? There is obviously a market for this stuff…
Of course, this raises the argument that you will always have illegal trade with people not licensed to do so also slaughtering the dogs and cats… and yes, I fully believe that the manner in which a lot of the animals bred for their fur are kept is cruel and should be controlled; and I SO do not agree with the trade in endangered species. But my argument is this- if you do not agree with what’s going on- then do something about it! Either control the trade and use the money for a worthy cause- or bloody well go and adopt some of the dogs or cats at your local SPCA to save them dying. And for Christmas’ sake people- have your pets sterilised!!!
There was a program on TV the other night, a current events thing that I didn’t see, about the trade in dog and cat fur. Seems it’s used for everything from coats to toys. It’s caused a huge outcry and there have been calls to ban the trade in this fur. A large part of the issue is that in the western world, dogs and cats are part of the family- they’re beloved pets- and what happens is that these same animals we adore and anthropomorphize everyday (like I do to my three furry masters- Greebo, Taxi and Grampa Scratchy) are kept in small cages and are not at all loved… then they’re slaughtered and skinned. Much like the highly unpopular fur trade does to minks, stoats, rabbits and foxes… to name but a few.
I have mentioned a couple of times that one day when my furry masters are gone to the big litter box in the sky- I would like to make something with their fur, like a cushion or a hat or something… I have always loved fur, and I see this as a way of keeping them with me when they’re gone.
So why am I unpopular?
Well… when we heard the DJ and several callers on the radio giving their opinions on the subject, I told Damien I thought maybe legalising the trade in this fur and controlling it, would help institutions like the SPCA make some money since they never have enough. I mean- they euthanise thousands of animals, and if they can use the fur to support their cause, why not do so? There is obviously a market for this stuff…
Of course, this raises the argument that you will always have illegal trade with people not licensed to do so also slaughtering the dogs and cats… and yes, I fully believe that the manner in which a lot of the animals bred for their fur are kept is cruel and should be controlled; and I SO do not agree with the trade in endangered species. But my argument is this- if you do not agree with what’s going on- then do something about it! Either control the trade and use the money for a worthy cause- or bloody well go and adopt some of the dogs or cats at your local SPCA to save them dying. And for Christmas’ sake people- have your pets sterilised!!!
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