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On Sunday, I brought Phinnaeus home from the local Humane Society. Abandoned and near death from starvation, worms, and fleas, he had been rescued several months ago.
This afternoon, he played in the sun with his many cat toys and his two new cat friends. He slept in my lap while I worked, he purred when I just looked at him, and he ate delicious cat food with gusto. Like his new brother cat Gabriel, he loves shredded sharp Cheddar cheese; like his new sister Matilda, he loves having his belly petted. Like both of them, he has no clue that I might need to see my computer monitor without a cat in front of it.
Phinnaeus will now be happy all the days and nights of his life.
You should go to the Humane Society. You'll probably be lucky enough to find someone like Phinnaeus there.
Pretty soon, cats won't be the only items up for adoption in "Humane Shelters."
Enjoy it while you can, Phinnaeus. The competition is gonna get rough.
I wonder if the Drug Companies will be able to produce enough pentothal to cover the influx. Or do we go back to Zyklon-B?
No need for that kind of drastic stuff, Father Tyme.
We have "Hope"; and if that doesn't work, we have "Change." (Fifty cents will still get a cup of coffee at some fast food places.)
We have tax cuts extensions. That always helps, especially if you have no income to tax.
We have quantitative easing.
We have health care (if you have a job).
We have an orderly society with cameras at every intersection; if that isn't enough, we have millions of people who will let themselves be looked at naked just so they can have an airplane ride. (There's got to be a way to make a profit off that little human foible.)
We have entertainment: from Lady Gaga parading bizarrely because she's rich enough not to be tormented for parading bizarrely, on through to shows like Jersey Shore where people are paid to make themselves role models as trash.
We have music, too: lots and lots of music with incomprehensible and/or utterly nonsensical lyrics that hit the top of the charts. If you're into brilliant marketing in a package of horrible outlandishness, there's ICP and other such monstrositites that collect and provide validation to disgraceful scum.
And, of course, there's literature that goes from the self-pitying to give emo kids all the ammunition they need for their phony self-pity (pioneered by TV superstars like Oprah and her down-league colleagues like Maury); and if that's not enough, they throw in just buckets full of orgiastic voyeurism so everyone can look down on everyone and declare it's all freedom of speech as long as it's speech that's tolerable to us, while we all have our places where censorship is just so necessary, as long as it's not censorship of something we like.
Then, of course, we have the religious way out: falsify the lives of prophets to make them political, military, and social weapons. Soft-sell Mohammed's violence, weaponize the words of a tame rabbi, fantasize the life of a rebellious half-assed brat who bleated disconnected nonsense about some reality separate from the one where people actually live, love, fight, and die.
Choose your illusion; choose your way out; choose your choice. It's all there: marketing provides consumers with variety and the false sense of individualism, provided it can be produce cost effectively.
I'll choose my cats, my life as an outrageously cynical teacher, and my world of commenting harshly without doing a thing of any meaning to alter the state of the world I so bitterly condemn.
It's a choice.
That, and my choice to use 12 scoops of coffee to make an eight-cup batch.
I need more sleep.
"I need more sleep."
Not with 12 scoops of coffee!
WOW! I never realized America has given us SOOOO much! And we didn't even have to ask for it!
Who do I send the thank you card to?
What a beautiful little cat. You are giving giving a little succor to a deserving soul.
We are in the process of rehabbing a small pit bull who happened up on my friend's doorstep. He had been brutalized, used in the Southern "sport" of dog fighting. He is gentle and happy, and walks slowly in the yard approaching deer, hoping to make friends with his other nature beings.
Of course, he has a little habit of biting and tugging anything which hangs at eye level. The other day I lay with him and soothed him, refusing to let him "mouth" my hand, just stroking his head as he lay down. He was silent for 10 minutes; when he got up, he looked around disoriented as if from a trance. I do not believe he has enjoyed such peace for some time.
We’re surrounded by paradise that is hidden in a cloud of impure desire, which has crystallized into a false world that we painfully traverse from the cradle to the grave. We take the fire of immortality and we make more of ourselves over and over, as if our hopes would somehow be realized in some new and improved version of ourselves, in which we invest all of the bad information that served us so well beforehand.
The Grantig Army in the Fata Morgana of Paradise Veiled.
Good for you DW. That's a great looking cat.
Pass the coffee please.
Not to worry, Peter. It is not yet dark enough to be pitch black.
How will you know when it really gets dark? That's easy: it won't get any darker.
I would have picked him also, DW. A special cat -- can tell just by looking at him. I'm up to five now. Hubby begs no more and told me he asked the humane society to put a "crazy cat lady" sticker on my folder!
btw, I think the lights are about to go out... (something about a pole shift?)
... maybe it's just a bad case of vertigo
Hi Dark Wraith.
Phinnaeus is one of the lucky ones. He sure is a cutie. My sweet Grey Feather and darling Lady Fortuna are both "Pound Puppies".
BTW - I took a plane trip on 9/2 and another on 9/12. Neither time did I have to get naked. I didn't get felt up, either. Others probably weren't as lucky. 9/12 was a lot stricter than 9/2, though. They took my sunscreen, too. Turns out, I had it in the carry on bag - when I packed, I didn't do it carefully enough. The lady told me I could take it back out to my car - which I didn't have, or for her to throw it away.
Good morning, Old White Lady.
Yes, I've heard about sunscreen being confiscated. Terrorists use sunscreen. I think al Qa'ida recommends SPF 40 or above.. That was decreed in a fatwa calling for the death of anyone who gets sunburned during a terrorist attack.
We have to make sacrifices if we're ever going to eliminate the scourge of sunburned terrorists.
Being the proud indentured servant of umpteen zillion cats, I got a question.
The price of cat food has risen drastically over the last 10 years, but much more so over the last year. Thank God we don't have inflation!?
And guess what? I've even had an inkling that other prices have gone up! Really! I kid you not!
Food prices have risen a whole hell of a lot the last year. Hamburger has gone up about 60% where my cats allow me to live. Same for too many other necessary items.
But if wages aren't going up and health benefits are being cut and education is being cut and we're paying more in taxes and...and...well, everything seems to be going up except what my local masters need to keep them in 'nip, (they're considering an all out blitz on the Audubon Society's Protected Critters)
who the hell is making the money?
Down here in Texas, because of the drought and the fires, there's a big shortage of hay. The price of a roll of hay has jumped from $20 to $127. Thefts are becoming a problem and feed stores and ranchers are posting 20 hour guards on their inventory.
We're expecting a huge sell off in beef this year, because ranchers won't be able to overwinter their herds.
Beef should get fairly cheap for a time.
Next year, McDonald's may have to push a vegetarian menu...
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