Monday, March 20th
left the house at 6:45, picked up hilary at 7:15, got gas at 7-11, ate breakfast at church, on the road by 8, stopped at wal-mart on the way to get 30 feeder fish...and 3 apples for the macaws.
listened to psalms on the way up; boggles my brain how these guys wrote so much about the Lord and all they had to go on was the Pentateuch. nowadays, we want to write amazing worship and we plagiarize the Psalms - they had Leviticus.
anyways, got to sues...Spring Break Camp was in full swing and nobody had even set foot in the cattery yet, so we boogie'd. hilary did water bowls, kelly picked up, i did the initial rinse, kelly did floors, i did box-tops and then we were done. 12:30 and immaculate. woot.
i had broken two broomsticks (one wooden, one metal) in the past three weeks and needed to replace them and plus, i didn't think sue and daddy should have to feed us all, so went to town for lunch. subway and then dairy queen and then walmart (twice in one day...yikes) and then back to sues by 2 to play with the babies.
in the nursery were (are?) three different litters of kitts - one with a single kitt (i don't remember whose it is...my brain says it has to be alice's, but i seem to remember that one of the "babies" was pregnant a bit ago and since it is only one, it could be hers...i'm not sure) on the verge of being declawed and let loose in the house, one with three kitts (bjs) eyes open and wobb'ly on their noodle leggs, and the last also with three kitts (amandas) squirmy with blind eyes and fearful hisses. babies are good to play with for a bit, but i find that i am soon bored. in my head, i was all man, i could be in with beau right now, but it was a treat for kelly and hilary (who did SO WELL with cleaning earlier) and so we stayed a bit longer than i would have had i been there alone. :)
after the nursery, we finally were able to take our fishies and play! i try not to think too much about it, but really - they're going to die anyways. they'refeederfishfercryinoutloud.
in order of cages:
amy and bj didn't let andrew have any (BIG surprise)
paka was stoked; taz wanted a racquetball
wrangler and dolly were each more consumed with hating me to notice the fish
alice took hers out like a champ
the "babies" and amanda rallyed around the waterbowl...robie took one look at that mess and didn't even make an effort (beyond chirping at me for special treatment...which he didn't get)
i didn't get a chance to watch wendy and casper, but when i came back to look in five minutes, the fish were gone
kelly sat in with sunshine and gambler - water everywhere!
hilary watched ivan and dottie - dottie lost interest at ivan played with his food for 20 minutes
abbey and oc were entranced; it's good to see them both out and about and healthy again...
beau fished his out in record time and also got two extra from the caracal cage because
these caracals don't like fish.
my thoughts on fish and servals: i know they like it. no matter how people try to make me feel bad about it, i can't help but think about them in their cages all day every day and they have nothing else to do but whatever people provide for them. fishing is something that i think they must do in the wild and so, as long as i don't give them nasty fish all the time (cos i don't trust the nutritional content of feederfishes), i think that this is a grood thing. it's really fun to watch them fish... people who have servals should also raise big, healthy feeder fishes for their cats.
sidenote on fish: after i gave out the last fish, i waited a bit and went back to check on everyone... the wrangler cat and the dolly cat still had all of theirs and they weren't even paying attention to the swimmingness... "i don't think you know how to play this game" says i and i goes in to educate. wrangler hates people. i knows this, but i goes in anyways. he is on the floor, he gets up to show me his teeth and spit at me and i'm talkin' to him, "hey now, i'm not coming in here to bother you, littlecat..." i'm interrupted. it happened very quickly, but i think he lunged at my leg and then i yelled at him and the next minute his was in his box; sulking. this is an amazing thing to me. that i can yell at these big manly cats and they run away. mind you - i'm not happy that they run away. in my mind, them running away denotes some sort of disorder and maybe abusedness. but then again, i doubt that i would have to yell at them if that didn't already exist... also, i'm not entirely sure that my yellingness is the right reaction to when they come at me... everything that i know tells me that while the school of intimidation works wonders on dogthings, catthings are an entirely different story. i must needs get a book to read on the topic. oh yes, to finish the story, i took back the water bowl and threw them each a fish (within grabbing distance of where they were sitting) and, once they saw the fish and realized where i got them from, they were instantly diverted and took the rest for themselves. i even think that wrangler forgave me.
i think that paka is either pregnant by miracle or getting fat... alice is separated again, but not fat enough for me to think she won't still be in one piece next week... also, andrew was trying to breed bj today. unsuccessful, from what i saw, but that doesn't mean anything... as i mentioned, robie chirped at me today. only b/c he wanted something, but still... it was good.
i went into the macaw cage today (to feed them their apples). even though i have discovered that i am not afraid of servals, i am still scared of macaws. or rather macaw beaks.
nothing new to report for the bobs; i feel that i am really sortof stalemated until i get some gloves.
erin's owl went into the caracara cage...he's still really cool.
left sues at approximately 4:30... that's...7 hours today (not including driving) and 5 hours last week. 13 total.
listened to psalms on the way up; boggles my brain how these guys wrote so much about the Lord and all they had to go on was the Pentateuch. nowadays, we want to write amazing worship and we plagiarize the Psalms - they had Leviticus.
anyways, got to sues...Spring Break Camp was in full swing and nobody had even set foot in the cattery yet, so we boogie'd. hilary did water bowls, kelly picked up, i did the initial rinse, kelly did floors, i did box-tops and then we were done. 12:30 and immaculate. woot.
i had broken two broomsticks (one wooden, one metal) in the past three weeks and needed to replace them and plus, i didn't think sue and daddy should have to feed us all, so went to town for lunch. subway and then dairy queen and then walmart (twice in one day...yikes) and then back to sues by 2 to play with the babies.
in the nursery were (are?) three different litters of kitts - one with a single kitt (i don't remember whose it is...my brain says it has to be alice's, but i seem to remember that one of the "babies" was pregnant a bit ago and since it is only one, it could be hers...i'm not sure) on the verge of being declawed and let loose in the house, one with three kitts (bjs) eyes open and wobb'ly on their noodle leggs, and the last also with three kitts (amandas) squirmy with blind eyes and fearful hisses. babies are good to play with for a bit, but i find that i am soon bored. in my head, i was all man, i could be in with beau right now, but it was a treat for kelly and hilary (who did SO WELL with cleaning earlier) and so we stayed a bit longer than i would have had i been there alone. :)
after the nursery, we finally were able to take our fishies and play! i try not to think too much about it, but really - they're going to die anyways. they'refeederfishfercryinoutloud.
in order of cages:
amy and bj didn't let andrew have any (BIG surprise)
paka was stoked; taz wanted a racquetball
wrangler and dolly were each more consumed with hating me to notice the fish
alice took hers out like a champ
the "babies" and amanda rallyed around the waterbowl...robie took one look at that mess and didn't even make an effort (beyond chirping at me for special treatment...which he didn't get)
i didn't get a chance to watch wendy and casper, but when i came back to look in five minutes, the fish were gone
kelly sat in with sunshine and gambler - water everywhere!
hilary watched ivan and dottie - dottie lost interest at ivan played with his food for 20 minutes
abbey and oc were entranced; it's good to see them both out and about and healthy again...
beau fished his out in record time and also got two extra from the caracal cage because
these caracals don't like fish.
my thoughts on fish and servals: i know they like it. no matter how people try to make me feel bad about it, i can't help but think about them in their cages all day every day and they have nothing else to do but whatever people provide for them. fishing is something that i think they must do in the wild and so, as long as i don't give them nasty fish all the time (cos i don't trust the nutritional content of feederfishes), i think that this is a grood thing. it's really fun to watch them fish... people who have servals should also raise big, healthy feeder fishes for their cats.
sidenote on fish: after i gave out the last fish, i waited a bit and went back to check on everyone... the wrangler cat and the dolly cat still had all of theirs and they weren't even paying attention to the swimmingness... "i don't think you know how to play this game" says i and i goes in to educate. wrangler hates people. i knows this, but i goes in anyways. he is on the floor, he gets up to show me his teeth and spit at me and i'm talkin' to him, "hey now, i'm not coming in here to bother you, littlecat..." i'm interrupted. it happened very quickly, but i think he lunged at my leg and then i yelled at him and the next minute his was in his box; sulking. this is an amazing thing to me. that i can yell at these big manly cats and they run away. mind you - i'm not happy that they run away. in my mind, them running away denotes some sort of disorder and maybe abusedness. but then again, i doubt that i would have to yell at them if that didn't already exist... also, i'm not entirely sure that my yellingness is the right reaction to when they come at me... everything that i know tells me that while the school of intimidation works wonders on dogthings, catthings are an entirely different story. i must needs get a book to read on the topic. oh yes, to finish the story, i took back the water bowl and threw them each a fish (within grabbing distance of where they were sitting) and, once they saw the fish and realized where i got them from, they were instantly diverted and took the rest for themselves. i even think that wrangler forgave me.
i think that paka is either pregnant by miracle or getting fat... alice is separated again, but not fat enough for me to think she won't still be in one piece next week... also, andrew was trying to breed bj today. unsuccessful, from what i saw, but that doesn't mean anything... as i mentioned, robie chirped at me today. only b/c he wanted something, but still... it was good.
i went into the macaw cage today (to feed them their apples). even though i have discovered that i am not afraid of servals, i am still scared of macaws. or rather macaw beaks.
nothing new to report for the bobs; i feel that i am really sortof stalemated until i get some gloves.
erin's owl went into the caracara cage...he's still really cool.
left sues at approximately 4:30... that's...7 hours today (not including driving) and 5 hours last week. 13 total.