Sunday, October 31, 2021

Tell me why I think this clip is funny.

I originally posted this at Facebook but they blocked it from everyone's view because it might be copyrighted content.

Fuck them. Here's my FB post:

"This clip is from "Pure Luck" with Danny Glover and Martin Short. It's a comedy anyway, but I'm sure the director didn't intend for me to get such a laugh out of what I saw in this scene.
See if you can tell why I thought it was funny.

Just a tip. People familiar with firearms will get it."

Saturday, October 30, 2021

A Guide to Home-Based Treatment of Covid19

This is provided by the Association of American Physicians and Surgeons

Moose...The Prince


What can I say about The Moose?

When he was a baby, he was the first to crawl out of the bed and always the first to find his way into trouble. Under my bed, part way down the hall or in a boot in the closet. Since he was such an explorer, I originally named him Lewis. But, he very quickly grew bigger than any of his littermates so he became The Moose.

I had to choose between Moose and Emma when we were giving away kittens from Squeak's first full litter. We had someone who wanted one of our kittens. Two were gone and I was trying to decide which of the other two I would keep. I couldn't decide so I kept them both. Moose and Emma.

Moose is the athlete. He can jump higher, keep jumping longer, run faster and climb trees like a squirrel. He'll run full speed along the top of a wooden fence. He reclines comfortably in the branches of a tree. I've seen him jump from the porch rail to the roof of the house. He's tall and lanky and weighs about 15 pounds. A very dark grey Tabby.

It's hard to describe his walk. More like a tiger or lion than a housecat. Kind of a "cool" saunter, swaying a little, tail down, head up. Obviously knows he's a great looking cat. There are guys like him in every high school; tall, strong, athletic; the coaches and girls love them...dumb as a rock. Moose is a cat who needs a Letterman jacket and someone to do his homework.

I accuse him of being dumb but he was the first to figure out where the red dot comes from. He knows the toy when I get it out and he sets up to be ready to catch it this time. When he gets frustrated, he jumps up and tries to knock the laser from my hand. Also, if we had a door handle instead of a door knob, he'd be opening the door by himself all the time. If I figured I could get him to close it behind him, I'd put one on.

He likes to sleep on his back and I can really get the purr motor going by scratching his belly.

When Moose and Squeak wrestle and play/fight, I can see where Aikido comes from. Both of them use moves I learned long ago. It's kind of cool to watch little Squeak throw Moose with an Irimi Nagi. Then the two will race up and down the hall as hard and fast as they can go. Fun to watch during the day. Somewhat annoying at 3 in the morning.

I pick him up and hold him across my chest with his head on my shoulder. He'll put up with such things for a few moments, purring hard, then he's had enough and wants down. Just like his mother. Sometimes he'll come up and shove his head under my hand and pet himself. Does that quite often when I'm asleep with my hand hanging over the edge of the bed. Rubbing his head on my hand and purring but if I try to pick him up it's "uh uh" and he saunters away. He likes to come lay on the counter in the bathroom when I'm in there...just out of reach.

My Big, Dumb Moosie.

Friday, October 29, 2021

We're in Real Trouble and You'd Better Get Your Head Out and THINK!

I've been a Survivalist, Conspiracy Theory nutcase since my 20s. Most of you laughed at and made fun of us all this time as we stored supplies, set up alternative heat and power and arranged a network of like-minded people with whom to work.

A lot of you are starting to think maybe we aren't so funny any more. I recommend that more of you start looking around and actually thinking about what you see...but, most of you won't. Most of you are laughing still and if you read through this post at all will just laugh at me and call me a conspiracy theorist nutcase.

You'll go on believing what your government's propaganda arm, the Main Stream Media, tells you. Here's a list:

Covid19 is a deadly pandemic that threatens our very civilization. You MUST do whatever the TV tells you to in order to keep us all safe from viral annihilation.

Any Trump supporter, Republican, survivalist or prepper is a domestic terrorist and must be reported to authorities. These people should be placed into re-education facilities until they are ready to fit into society.

Your income, your livelihood, your safety, heat, electricity...your very way of life is only guaranteed by a strong, benevolent government. Your stimulus checks, food cards, gasoline cards, heat and electrical power authorization will only be granted if you do as you are told.

As time goes on, They will gradually get us to accept more and more control, all in the name of "it's for the good of the people". Masking, vaccinations, reporting on your neighbors, accepting election fraud, red flag events. We've already seen all of that. They will gradually implement Their entire agenda and by then we'll be so reliant on Government and so used to being compliant that it will all just seem natural.

They are continuing to use The Virus as an excuse to exercise control over us.  Continuing to have Their media talk about The Virus, the cases, the deaths and the unvaccinated being the cause of it all, keeps us in constant turmoil, not only with concern about The Deadliest Virus In History but also with each other.  You "NON-Believers", "Anti Vaxxers" and general know who you are...the ones without a mask...are causing The Virus to continue to devastate our world!
They even have plans on how to confine the "wrong people".  Once again; you don't believe?  Read part of the plan from the CDC's own website:

Why do you think small business was shut down during the "flatten the curve" time and even still? Do you REALLY believe it was to "save lives"? Walmart, Home Depot, Costco, Burger King, Mcdonalds...they didn't shut down. THEY were "Necessary".

Only the big corporate entities will be left to provide necessities and you won't be able to use your credits in them without your mask, your vaccination card and other proof of compliance. Small businesses that survive this initial onslaught will be absorbed into Walmart, Home Depot, Costco and big energy suppliers. No more local grocery stores or unauthorized gas stations or convenience stores.

We won't need the small family farms and ranches. The big food suppliers will provide all that we need. So, move the population from the rural communities into cities where food distribution, heat and power can be centralized and then give the open land and resources to big corporate for use as communal farmland, power generation, mining and whatever other use Those in Power feel is in Their best interests.

We'll all have jobs as the energy plants, massive farms and factories will need bodies to keep production up and running so as long as you are productive, you will be given a task. Once your productivity is down, as you get older or your health fails...well...too bad for you.

Travel will be regulated and monitored. You'll have to have your papers to authorize travel outside your local areas.  This is already happening in many countries, including "Free" countries.  Do some research on the Covid mitigation in Australia, France and Canada.

National elections will either be deemed unnecessary and no longer bothered with or they will be handled just as this last one was. Whoever They want as a figure head will be elected, no matter what the people say.

The dissenters will lose their information platforms and those who still won't shut up will just either commit suicide or disappear altogether.

You don't believe this? Can't happen? Ever hear of the Soviet Union? China? These things have already happened in most of the world, either now or in the not so distant past and the preparations for this kind of world government have been in place for a long time.

It's happening right now.  As you read this, vaccine passports are being filled out.  No mask, no vaccine?  No Service.  As little as three or four months ago, when I wrote this kind of thing, I was laughed at.  Now, it's happening.

What if the rural power grid were to "fail"? What if They tell us that electricity can only be provided to major metro areas and rural areas just can't get electricity, phone, internet and so on? Food no longer even provided to local markets because it all has to go to the major distribution centers?

Remember last winter, when Texas lost electricity and people didn't have heat?  What if that were a test?  Like the masks were a test.  What if now; They (accidentally) shut down the power over most of rural America and then tell us we must move to the more populated areas where we can be cared for, protected, fed and warm?  Since a large segment of our population bought the masking and are clamoring for the vaccines, don't you think those same people will just accept the help of a Benevolent Government and relocate..."for the public good"?  Once again, separating the obedient from the malcontents and leaving we malcontents literally out in the cold.  Don't think so?  Then you probably will be obedient, huh?

What if imports were stopped at the ports and not unloaded and shipped?  Oh.  I'm sorry.  That's happening RIGHT NOW!

None of these things need to be implemented quickly. Actually, it will work better for Them if They take a couple of years at it. Just like a frog in a pan on the stove. Gradually turn up the heat and he'll let you boil him.

Don't for a minute think that this whole "Pandemic" wasn't planned.  Fauci's E-mails prove that his agency has been funding "Gain of Function (Biological warfare)" research at the Wuhan labs. 

Why do you think The Virus so quickly and easily passes to people?  Hmm?  It's DESIGNED to!  Fauci even told us, just before President Trump took office, that the "next Administration (Trump)" would face a "surprise" virus.

The United States of America was the ONLY country in the world that has NEVER been run by a tyrannical dictatorship. We've always been free in a country run by the people who were represented by those we elected. If our representatives didn't do as we liked, we voted them out. That's over, folks.  And there is no one to help us.  We are it.  

President Trump may have been the last hope we had on a national scale and They succeeded in getting rid of him; replacing him with a demented old fool who signs what he's told, says what he's told and does what he's told. Until his dementia gets so bad that he has to be replaced and then They have a happily Communist woman prepared to step in and really get the ball rolling.

Don't blame Biden. I doubt he even knows he's President. They give him orders and he follows them. Jill and Kamala look over his shoulder and make sure things run smoothly.

They're already working on "weeding out" any possible dissenters in the military, Police and even Fire and Medical.  How?  Vaccine mandates.  Those who are still capable of thinking for themselves; those who still stand up for what they believe and are not willing to give in to obvious oppression are being fired today, as you read this.

Those left will be the ones who will "Do what they're told".  Door to door gun confiscation?  Sure.  "It's my job".  Door to door vaccination?  Same thing.  And who is to stop them?  The Policemen who still stood for the Constitution and right over wrong are being fired because they aren't willing to play "Russian Roulette" with this vaccine.  

Same with our military.  Thousands of our best and brightest Military members are refusing The Vaccine so they will be getting General Discharges and kicked out.  Who will be left?  The ones who are willing to just follow orders, no matter what, that's who.  

Washington D.C. is already an armed camp, obviously preparing for major assaults. They are getting prepared while we continue to whine about how to get our candidates elected in a couple of years.

Which will be the next move? Start getting us all resigned to the idea of moving to central locations where They can more easily provide us with food, heat, shelter? 

Actually, They have telegraphed one of Their next moves. Besides, the critical move is obvious.  Eliminate the resistance by outlawing firearms. First, just those scary black plastic "military grade" weapons, then handguns and even, once the food is mass produced, hunting weapons will no longer be necessary. They don't have to confiscate them all at once. Just make it a felony to even own one. Law abiding people will register theirs, making those confiscations simple and once it's a major crime to even own a gun, They can get rid of a lot of troublemakers in a hurry. Either in prisons or, more likely, just gone. And your neighbors will be happy to "rat you out" either for luxury rewards (Cookies? Candy? Coffee?  Cigarettes?) or just because "It's for your safety".

You see, none of Their plans can come to fruition if the victims of those capable of fighting back.  They must disarm the populace first or even Their obedient Military and Police will have major problems.  

What if the prices paid to local farmers and ranchers were to drop, propelled by massive production from the huge corporate farms? What if Gates' idea of artificial meat were to be pushed by our benevolent, demented fool of a "leader"?

The actual food producers, Farmers and Ranchers, are already on the low end of the financial scale.  They get pennies for their products while the consumer pays big dollars in the stores.  Look at the currently skyrocketing grocery prices.  You think the actual producers are seeing any of that?  Of course not.  Once again, the Big Corporate is getting the money and we Vassals get just enough to survive and keep on producing.  At least until only the Collective Farms and Ranches are instated, in which case we Vassals will still be doing the work but only for enough to keep us alive and productive. 

Since Poor Old Biden (P.O.B.) was installed into the Office of President, we've seen ridiculous price increases across the board.  Gas prices especially, but pretty much everything now costs much more.  I seriously doubt this will be reversed any time soon.

Actually, it's most likely part of the plan.  Make goods and services too expensive for most of us then provide Government Assistance.  Get an even larger group dependent on Government and then it will be much easier to get them to do what you want.  

We'll see what happens when the Mid-Term elections come around.  If the same fraud and theft happens with those elections as happened with the last Presidential election, then we will know for sure that our Republic is either over or is teetering on the edge.

When you are buying gas or groceries at inflated prices; when you are denied entry to the grocery store, Hospital, Airport, Courthouse...etc. because of your vaccination status; when you are denied the option to buy or sell at any level because you haven't gotten two or three unknown, useless and dangerous vaccinations, well; you'll know our end is very near.

Tuesday, October 19, 2021

Squeak. AKA Her Majesty, The Queen

Her Majesty
Her Majesty...Squeak

I read somewhere that the Mother cat is called the "Queen". I think Squeak read the same article and took it to heart because she is the Queen of this house; at least as far as the cat herd is concerned.

In September of 2018, Joann told me a story about a kitten. When Joann came home from work one night, she could hear a kitten crying somewhere. In water trough in the barnyard, normally used for watering stock but now dry, she found a tiny little kitten. This little girl had apparently been abandoned by it's mother and had spent the day trapped in this water trough, crying for help. Joann rescued her and Royalty was saved!

At first, I wasn't thrilled with actually adopting the little furball as my 18 year old neutered male, Stripe, pretty much owned my house and I didn't think he'd be happy with the new addition. We talked with a couple of people about taking this kitten off our hands but, happily, we never let her go. Stripe quickly became her best friend and the two were very close for the rest of his life.

Baby Squeak

She spent the first couple of nights hiding from us in a storage area beside and behind the stove, but she finally began letting us touch her and even hold her. This was primarily Joann's problem as I was still gone on my summer job most of the time.

Such a cute little brat! Even Stripe came around and adopted her along with us. She has such soft fur. More like rabbit than cat and she has the most noteworthy tail! In the wintertime, her tail looks perpetually "fluffed" and a friend asked if her father had been a coyote. Kind of a golden, caramel tabby color.

When she breathed, you could hear both the inhale and the exhale. This noisy breathing was even more pronounced when she was asleep. We named her "Squeak" because of it.

For the first few months, she didn't purr at all and I wondered if maybe a day of crying at the top of her voice had caused damage to something inside. When she did begin purring, there is kind of a musical note as an undertone. Hard to describe, but there is the low purring and, along with it, a slightly higher note. Like stereo. I still believe the trauma of that day in the water tank caused physical damage that will last her lifetime.

When we've taken her to the vet for spaying, they are uncomfortable with sedating her because of her breathing difficulty. We had one vet actually look for the problem and she has a partially enlarged heart and chronic fluid on her lungs. So, spaying is incredibly risky and I'd rather find homes for kittens once in a while than take a chance on losing her.

She doesn't like to be held for any length of time. She allows it occasionally but only for a few

moments, then she wants DOWN. She likes to lay on Joann's chest on the couch, but only if Joann has her hands hidden under a blanket so there is no chance of touching. We don't know what that's all about but it's a part of her.

When she was younger, we used to use my sliding door shower stall as a "time out" room if she was bad. It also was a great place to confine her if we had to have the outside door open for any length of time and didn't want her outside. One day, when we were doing something outside that required an open door, I put Squeak in the shower and closed the sliding door. A few minutes later, down the outside steps she came, as if nothing had happened. When I went to check, the shower door was still closed. I put her back in and sat and waited. Within a few seconds, Squeak jumped about five feet from the tub to the sliding door frame and thus...out. Sometimes, when I was in the shower, I'd hear something thump, turn and look and find her sitting on the shower door frame, watching me.

I don't remember the first time she brought me a dead bat. I wish she'd just leave the bats alone but she likes to jump and catch them in the air. Mice, of course, have long abandoned any hope of being on THIS property. She brought me the ears and some other rabbit parts one day. I don't know if she's showing off or just thinks I suck at hunting so she has to help me out.

Joann had really bad leg cramps late one night and was in the bathroom, almost crying. Squeak came in and gave Joann a catnip mouse to help her feel better. She follows me all around the house, basically staying out of reach but watching everything I do. When I'm working in my little office, she'll often come in and sleep on the floor near me. When Joann gets her leg cramps while I'm sleeping, it's not uncommon for Squeak to come wake me up so she knows I'm aware of the situation.

Where Squeaky really shines is as a Mama. Her first kitten was born while we were out of town so we don't know what happened but it was a single kitten and was huge. It was just laying in the hallway when we got home and I don't know if it was born dead or what the story was. We wondered if she could have kittens but it wasn't long after that that her belly started to swell again. Her first live litter was born in April, 2019. Three tabby's and a calico. All four were a blast. Once they started playing, I had kittens in my shoes and slippers, kittens under the bed and under foot, kittens on the bed (or sleeping on my head) and kittens all over the living room. You'd have thought she'd had a dozen!

Not only is Squeak good and caring with her kittens but she's incredibly protective. Squeak weighs about 6 pounds and is just a tiny little ball of fluff. But when we had a friend here with dogs that Squeaky thought were a threat to her babies, she rocketed out of the house and chased both big ranch dogs away. This was during the "occupation" of Seattle and I posted on Facebook that my tiny little Mama cat had more balls than the whole city of Seattle!

She's also chased the neighbors dog clear down the street a couple of times, teaching it to stay out of our yard. Two big strays came on the place, even coming in the house a little. Without hesitation, she took them on, but they were here with evil intent, not just passing through, and if Joann hadn't been here to intervene, it might not have gone well for the little Squeak. The dogs were gone and Squeak was clear at the top of the house next door!

Two of that first litter went to another home and we had one other person who wanted one but I couldn't decide which of the last two I would give up so we kept them both. I figured, Stripe is

really old and getting kind of unhealthy. As long as Stripe was alive, we could deal with four cats in the house and after he was gone, three would be manageable. We kept Moose and Emma.

One day, after the first two had gone to new homes, all the cats were outside. We heard a big commotion and when we went out, we found that Squeak had chased a poor little black kitten up a tree. It looked to be a couple of weeks younger than her brood. We got Squeak corralled and the little black one came down and ran off.

Later, we saw that there was another feral kitten with Siamese markings. We started feeding them and trying to tame them down. Thus, we wound up with Ghost and Shadow. Shadow is the black female and Ghost is the Siamese male. They live here, now, too. Squeaky wasn't thrilled at first but she adopted them as well.

Ghost and Shadow

Since then and to date, she has had three other litters. They are all loving, gentle and athletic cats. We always ask for pictures and videos from the adopters and we've had videos of kittens going for walks with the dogs, sitting on the owners head and, my personal favorite, opening the door for themselves to come in the house.

When she had her third litter, we were sitting in the living room and Squeak came and softly patted my knee, with just the softest "mew". She did that again and then started down the hall. When I didn't get up, she came back and did it again. I followed her to the bedroom and she went straight to the bed we'd set up and began having her litter. She'd asked us for help. Everything went fine and we were just witnesses to another brood starting up.

Squeaky is the Queen of our house. She breaks up any fights between the kids and she watches over them, often just sitting quietly, keeping an eye on everybody. She loves to chase the little red light but she kind of gets run over with that today, with four other cats in pursuit!

Update:  On March 20, 2022, Squeek began trying to have another litter of kittens.  As usual, she came to get me and bring me back to her birthing bed in the closet in the back room.  It took her a while to push out the first one and she was working on another when I went to sleep.  A few hours later, I woke up to find two kittens and Squeek still working on #3.  It took her about eight hours to get three of them out and I could feel that there was still at least one more inside.  I took her to the local vet who confirmed one more kitten and they couldn't get it out naturally so they had to do a C-section.  She stayed there over night and then I took her home.  She never really came out of her post-operative lethargy and I had to take her back to the vet.

As an aside, Joann had a stroke on February 7th and many times during her month-long hospital stay, she said: "I just want to go home to my Squeeky".  I brought Joann home from the hospital on March 23, 2022.  When we came in the house, I sat Joann on her couch and went back to get Squeeky for her.  At first, I thought the Squeek was already dead, the way she was lying there with her four little babies.  But, she was barely still alive.  Joann got to hold the tiny limp little Squeeky for just a minute while I got things together to take her back to the vet.

The Vet told us that there was a bowel problem and they would have to do surgery again.  We were warned that this was very risky but if we were to save Squeek, it was the only thing to do.  We ok'd the surgery.  Later, the vet called and told me Squeek had come through the surgery ok and was resting.  About an hour later, he called back to tell me she had awakened, looked around and died.  Our Squeek was gone at just 3 years old!

We tried bottle feeding the kittens but they each died within about 24 hours of each other so all of her last little went to be with their Mother.

I've had cats as far back as I can remember.  Some were Mom's. Some were mine and all were good friends.  I've never had a cat for whom I had such affection as I do for Squeek.  She was the best cat ever.  Now, she's a $4000 box of ashes in my closet and my heart rides a little lower in my chest as I once again cry a little over the loss of The Squeek.

I told Moose that she wasn't coming back and that he was in charge now.  Only a few days later, I saw him attack a dog that was trying to get in our gate!  "Just like Mother would have done!"  I guess he was listening.

Squeeky.  The nurse, the brat, the nighttime rambler, the mother...and the friend.

Saturday, October 16, 2021

I'm a Crazy Cat Lady!!

Ok, I admit it. I've turned in to a Crazy Cat Lady. It's an Old guy thing I think and I've decided to introduce my little crowd and follow up with some stories about them in the future. I've had more than enough of arguing the Covid crap and I want to write about something fun!

About three years ago, Joann brought a tiny little kitten down from the ranch. It had been abandoned by it's mother in an old bathtub in the barnyard. Joann had heard it crying and rescued it.

A tiny, fuzzy little tabby female who was scared to death of both of us and spent more than one night hiding in the storage area with the big pots and pans, next to the stove.
Baby Squeek

She did, of course, learn to trust us and became a part of the family. At the time, I had a big neutered male, named Stripe. At first, he was a little jealous and wouldn't have anything to do with her but he eventually came around and they became good friends.

When she breathed, you could hear her wheezing. It was even worse when she was asleep. Because of her breathing noises, we named her "Squeek".

Stripe sleeping

One August morning, I headed in to Helena with Squeek in a carrier, on our way to a free spay and neuter clinic. We got there at the appointed time but there was so much going on that we spent the whole day hanging around a gym while dozens of cats and dogs got "fixed". Finally it was Sqeeky's turn. When the vet examined her and heard her breathing, he refused to sedate her, being afraid she wouldn't wake up. So, we had spent a hot, boring day in Helena for nothing. But, Squeek was alive and happy still.

The local vet, a few weeks later, thought she might have an infection and gave us meds for it. I told him this was a chronic issue but he figured a $60 dose of meds would fix her right up and then she could be spayed. No such luck.

She wasn't much more than a year old the first time she got pregnant and while we were out of town, she had one very large kitten. It was lying, dead, in the hallway when we got home. No idea what the issue had been.

In April of 2020, she had her first live litter. Four little furballs that immediately took over the house, especially my bedroom. Once they became able to get around well, my nightly trips to the bathroom had to be done in the light and carefully. I probably had someone sleeping in my slipper and you never knew what might be on the floor under your feet! We gave two away to a co-worker. I was going to give away another of the remaining two but just couldn't decide which, so I kept them both. Moose and Emma. Moose was big as a kitten and he didn't disappoint, as he's at about 15 pounds today. 

Stripe was about 20 years old and getting kind of "feeble" so I figured four now and three once Stripe was gone and three cats isn't TOO bad. Right?

Stripe now had to get used to the idea of kittens running around. He was a pretty good "Uncle" to them, though and they all seemed to be happy.

Squeek turned out to be a great Mama, taking very good care of her litter and being very protective. A friend of mine was passing through and he and his wife stopped by to visit for a minute. We let his dogs out to run around my yard and get some air. His wife was standing at the top of our steps, holding one of the kittens and the dogs were at the bottom of the steps, basically minding their own business. Squeek, seeing dogs near her babies, came rocketing out of the house to land on one dogs head and start tearing things up. Both dogs ran, yelping, for the pickup and clamored to get in! Squeek weighs about 5 pounds but is fearless and ferocious. Those two big ranch dogs didn't want any part of her.

One afternoon in late June, I think, the cats were outside playing and we heard a big commotion. When I went out, I found that Squeek had treed a black kitten, just a little younger than Emma and Moose. A hungry little feral cat, abandoned by somebody. Later we saw that she had a sibling with Siamese markings. Joann started feeding them each night when we got off work and it didn't take long for them to move in where it was warm.

Two kittens, Emma and Moose

We had taken Squeek, Emma and Moose to the Animal shelter in Helena for spaying/neutering. Once again, Squeek failed so she wasn't done. The Animal Shelter arranged for her to be examined more closely and it turned out that she has an enlarged heart and chronic lung fluid so vets aren't too keen on sedation and surgery. So, I guess we deal with kittens once in a while!

We named the Siamese and Black kittens (male and female, respectively) Ghost and Shadow. When we took them to be spayed/neutered, they still weren't tamed down yet. Joann dressed in one of my field jackets and some leather gloves. She caught Ghost with no problem but when it was Shadow's turn, the fight was on. The two of them crashed all over my kitchen and Shadow managed to draw some blood from Joann, even through the leather gloves. But, Shadow lost the fight and I headed for Helena. The girls at the Shelter said it was pretty much the same when they took them out of the carrier, but the jobs got done and they were safe to be in public.

We weren't willing to separate Ghost and Shadow as the two were pretty much attached at the hip. They are still the same way. Who knows what kind of life they had, living in the crawl space

under my shed and scrambling for meals, before we started caring for them?  So, we never found anyone to take the pair and after a year or so of their company, I'm glad.  They are both very loving and friendly.  The Royals don't like to be held for very long but both the Orphans are good with hugs and they both like to just lay on our laps and purr.

Stripe got old and sick the last few months. He had been with me about 20 years and he just gave up and passed away one day. He had been really good with all the kittens that had invaded HIS house and he had a good run.

So, that left me with five cats running around the house. Mother cats are called a "Queen" so I call Moose, Emma and Squeek "The Royal Family". They act like it, too. Shadow and Ghost are either "The Orphans", "Black and White" or "Yin and Yang". They're all friends and things are, usually, pretty harmonious around here. Except at breakfast, when I break out the canned food. That's like trying to coordinate feeding piranha!

Two cat trees, almost always in use. Toys, beds, feeders, waterers...and change the cat box at least every couple of days. Every day is better but I'm kind of lazy.

They live inside but I let them out during the day. The royals play in the trees as if they were squirrels and all three of them are bat catchers. I wish they'd leave the damned bats alone but you'll see all three of them leaping five feet in the air, trying to catch the flying mice. Then, since they figure I really suck at hunting, they bring them to me so I don't starve.

Moose can jump from the porch rail to the roof of the house and I'm sure Emma can too. Ghost has gotten even bigger than Moose and he isn't quite as athletic so he climbs the trees and jumps from a tree to the roof.

I've got lots of stories and lots of pictures to share as time goes on. I'll try to get everybody caught up to today and then I can just post what the little devils do as it happens.

Monday, October 11, 2021

Coffee and Covid website and e-mails

As we watch our country being destroyed from within, one of the quickly escalating issues is the Vaccine Mandate.

Employers around the country are adopting "vaccinate or be fired" policies which are illegal, unconstitutional and even evil.

We are not the property of our employers NOR our nation! We aren't sheep or cattle, to be rounded up and sent through the chutes for our vaccinations and castrations and we MUST stand up for our rights to make our own choices and be our own people.

As part of that, I began reading information from an attorney in Florida who publishes a website called "Coffee and Covid".

He has been documenting many of the events concerning this Covid B.S. and I've learned a lot.

Today's article (10-10-21) is a very informative treatise on how to legally fight job termination due to the vaccine mandates.

I strongly recommend you sign up, at least for the free subscription, as the daily e-mail from Coffee and Covid is almost always informative. It also lets you know that, if you are like me and are against all the Covid mandates, mitigation efforts, fear and stupidity, you are not alone.