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Halloween Update - I finally got the few pictures we took of Nathanial's costume uploaded here.
Also, the "Litterbox Use Reduction" Act is in full force, and thus far I have one cat going to his new home Thursday, one kitten on hold awaiting her being mature enough to leave mamma, and another in negotiation for a new home. Thank the Powers That Be! Hagrid got out last night in an attempt to keep the influx of new cats going, and we suspect she was successful at finding a willing partner, but she is scheduled for her surgery later this week. I am choosing to think of this as a feline version of the "day after" pill (my morality isn't really down with abortion, though I do believe in personal choice for each woman except Hagrid this time). We tried to hunt her down, we even used a kitten as bait, but that did nothing but freak out the kitten. She returned later, looking very pleased with herself, but it will be to no avail. NO More CATS in mah house! I'm DONE! Those of you that know me should know what that means and I am serious. I am glad that I have been able to help out those felines in need, but I feel I am done with it. Even SP says he is done with kittens for a bit. It is that serious. At least until our financial and living situation is more stable. I would have no problems running a rescue if money and space weren't issues, but they are, so I am done.
The Flat-Chested Syndrome kittens continue to ignore the fact that they aren't supposed to be surviving. They are still much smaller than their healthy siblings, but all three are putting on weight, playing "Ah Keel Yew!" and generally being kittens. I am still cautious about putting them up for adoption, but we will see how they are doing after the first of the year.
This week has been "teach the kittens that flesh isn't for climbing" as I have had it with the scars on my legs, arms and back. They are very distressed about this, but really, if they don't stop, I'm going to turn them all into cello strings.
Radiator delivery goes well if not slowly. There was some drama with my paycheque, but hopefully that will be settled by the end of this week. Sometime after Nov. 16th, I will start being a LiveOps, taking orders for items ordered off of one of the many shopping channels on TV. I'm not sure if this will be worth it, but we will see. It can't be worse than the short stint I did as a "phone actress" many years ago. That job would have been better if the pay wasn't based off of average call length and the men that called had better imaginations. Regardless, talking for 4 hours straight is rough, even for me. I will be sucking cough drops just in case.
I still need to call SP's mom about her possibly helping him to buy the condo we live in, but I am going with the idea that we will be moving at the end of this year to be safe. I have a ton of stuff that I need to re-home and plan on using freecycle like a two dollar hooker in the next few weeks.
I just finished re-reading "Again, Dangerous Visions" edited by Harlan Ellison, and though I adore and respect him, some of the stories just don't work for me. I feel at times that because I am simply a reader, that perhaps there are things I don't see because I don't know to look for them. It is much like how SP and I view music. He hears it with an audio engineer's ear, whereas I figure out if I can dance to it or not. Different is GOOD!
Now to unload the dishwasher! w00t!
Also, the "Litterbox Use Reduction" Act is in full force, and thus far I have one cat going to his new home Thursday, one kitten on hold awaiting her being mature enough to leave mamma, and another in negotiation for a new home. Thank the Powers That Be! Hagrid got out last night in an attempt to keep the influx of new cats going, and we suspect she was successful at finding a willing partner, but she is scheduled for her surgery later this week. I am choosing to think of this as a feline version of the "day after" pill (my morality isn't really down with abortion, though I do believe in personal choice for each woman except Hagrid this time). We tried to hunt her down, we even used a kitten as bait, but that did nothing but freak out the kitten. She returned later, looking very pleased with herself, but it will be to no avail. NO More CATS in mah house! I'm DONE! Those of you that know me should know what that means and I am serious. I am glad that I have been able to help out those felines in need, but I feel I am done with it. Even SP says he is done with kittens for a bit. It is that serious. At least until our financial and living situation is more stable. I would have no problems running a rescue if money and space weren't issues, but they are, so I am done.
The Flat-Chested Syndrome kittens continue to ignore the fact that they aren't supposed to be surviving. They are still much smaller than their healthy siblings, but all three are putting on weight, playing "Ah Keel Yew!" and generally being kittens. I am still cautious about putting them up for adoption, but we will see how they are doing after the first of the year.
This week has been "teach the kittens that flesh isn't for climbing" as I have had it with the scars on my legs, arms and back. They are very distressed about this, but really, if they don't stop, I'm going to turn them all into cello strings.
Radiator delivery goes well if not slowly. There was some drama with my paycheque, but hopefully that will be settled by the end of this week. Sometime after Nov. 16th, I will start being a LiveOps, taking orders for items ordered off of one of the many shopping channels on TV. I'm not sure if this will be worth it, but we will see. It can't be worse than the short stint I did as a "phone actress" many years ago. That job would have been better if the pay wasn't based off of average call length and the men that called had better imaginations. Regardless, talking for 4 hours straight is rough, even for me. I will be sucking cough drops just in case.
I still need to call SP's mom about her possibly helping him to buy the condo we live in, but I am going with the idea that we will be moving at the end of this year to be safe. I have a ton of stuff that I need to re-home and plan on using freecycle like a two dollar hooker in the next few weeks.
I just finished re-reading "Again, Dangerous Visions" edited by Harlan Ellison, and though I adore and respect him, some of the stories just don't work for me. I feel at times that because I am simply a reader, that perhaps there are things I don't see because I don't know to look for them. It is much like how SP and I view music. He hears it with an audio engineer's ear, whereas I figure out if I can dance to it or not. Different is GOOD!
Now to unload the dishwasher! w00t!