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I have just determined that Either Oxnard or Ventura or both Appleones suck. Several years ago I was looking for a job, I signed up with either OXnard or Ventura, don't remember which, and they gave me nothing, so I signed up with TO and got a job that day. More recently I called Ventura Appleone and they said they don't have any jobs and didn't even want to interview me. So I go to Santa Barbara Appleone and I have a job the next day (tomorrow). It's a boring job for not enough money, but I don't want to start out my relationship with them turning down a job, and it's only a few days.
In other news, Rachel and Justin are at Disneyworld, and in the mean time I'm supposed to be taking care of the pets. Rachel left detailed instructions posted all over the kitchen. My favorite is the cabinet she labeled "Pet cabinet (do not put pets in here)". And all of the notes say several times "Don't kill the pets." Well, just to be contrary I tried to kill the pets today. Luckily for Rachel it didn't work. I was feeding the quail when one of the finches decided to make a dash for freedom. And by freedom I mean being eaten by cats. The cats thought this was the best thing ever. For some reason the finch seems incapable of perching on something high, so the cats are catching him, and I come in running and screaming, and the bird and the cats go into rachel's bedroom. So I grab a cat and toss him in the bathroom. Then I run into the bedroom, where the finch is huddled in a corner with the cat watching her. So I grab that cat and throw him in the bathroom, but in the meantime the other cat escaped. Not doing well today and keeping things in their rooms. So me and the first cat are back in the bedroom with the finch. I'm protecting the finch from the cat, because I really don't know how to catch it and I don't want it to fly away again where the cat can get it. And it kept flying full speed into the mirror, which probably isn't good for it. So i finally managed to chase the cat out of the room, so now finch is in bedroom and cats are not. But I still don't know how to get the finch back into the cage. I am contemplating leaving the finch in the bedroom for the next week. I call rachel, and she says you just catch it with your hands. So I tentatively reached my hand out, and the finch flew into the bathroom, smacked into the mirror, just barely made it over the shower door and drop to the corner fo the shower. I open the shower door, and no reaction from the finch. I step into the shower and the finch makes a break for it but doesn't quite get high enough to get over the door, and ends up back where he was. I reach for the finch and he once again unsuccessfully tries to get out of the shower.
Then I contemplated how I was going to get the finch back into the cage after I caught him. The door to the room was my first obstacle, but I figured tht wouldn't be too big of a problem because it has a long handle instead of a round one so I can push it down with my elbow. The birdcage was a harder problem. I suppose I could use two fingers to open it while I use the rest of them to hold the finch, but I just had visions of him flying away and getting eaten by cats again. So instead I go get a cup and an index card. I go back to the shower. The finch is still there. I put one foot in the shower and the finch flew up and this time made it to the top of the shower door. No way I'm going to get him off that in a cup. So I gently shoo him off of it and he flies frantically into the other room, smashing into the mirror several times. I could tell he ended up in the corner near the closet. I carefully slide the closet door open. No finch sound. I carefully pick up a giant stuffed horse. No finch movement. I look around in the dark (rachel said it's easier to get them in the dark) and finally see the finch sitting there in the corner. Reach over with the cup and I got him! He's fluttering frantically, and I can see he is inside the cup but his foot is outside. Ouch! I hope I didn't do more damage catching him than the cats did. So I lifted the corner up and he pulled his leg in but didn't stop frantically flapping. I slid the card under and carryed him back to the cage with him frantically flapping. Got him back in the cage. He was sitting in the corner of the cage on the bottom, which is not a great sign, and then I realized he was missing a foot. Oh no! I cut his foot off! No, thankfully, rachel told me that one of them was already missing a foot. I looked at the other finch. It had two feet. So this is the one that was already missing a foot.
So I finally finished feeding and watering the birds. The finch is back up on his perch and seems fine now, but just to be sure I put some birdy antibiotic in their water. The quail is hte one that seems most traumatized by this. Or something. He appears to be trying to bathe in his food. He sits in the bowl and flaps his wings, spraying birdseed all over the room.
So that is my pet adventure. I'm glad the dogs were outside at the time.
In other news, Rachel and Justin are at Disneyworld, and in the mean time I'm supposed to be taking care of the pets. Rachel left detailed instructions posted all over the kitchen. My favorite is the cabinet she labeled "Pet cabinet (do not put pets in here)". And all of the notes say several times "Don't kill the pets." Well, just to be contrary I tried to kill the pets today. Luckily for Rachel it didn't work. I was feeding the quail when one of the finches decided to make a dash for freedom. And by freedom I mean being eaten by cats. The cats thought this was the best thing ever. For some reason the finch seems incapable of perching on something high, so the cats are catching him, and I come in running and screaming, and the bird and the cats go into rachel's bedroom. So I grab a cat and toss him in the bathroom. Then I run into the bedroom, where the finch is huddled in a corner with the cat watching her. So I grab that cat and throw him in the bathroom, but in the meantime the other cat escaped. Not doing well today and keeping things in their rooms. So me and the first cat are back in the bedroom with the finch. I'm protecting the finch from the cat, because I really don't know how to catch it and I don't want it to fly away again where the cat can get it. And it kept flying full speed into the mirror, which probably isn't good for it. So i finally managed to chase the cat out of the room, so now finch is in bedroom and cats are not. But I still don't know how to get the finch back into the cage. I am contemplating leaving the finch in the bedroom for the next week. I call rachel, and she says you just catch it with your hands. So I tentatively reached my hand out, and the finch flew into the bathroom, smacked into the mirror, just barely made it over the shower door and drop to the corner fo the shower. I open the shower door, and no reaction from the finch. I step into the shower and the finch makes a break for it but doesn't quite get high enough to get over the door, and ends up back where he was. I reach for the finch and he once again unsuccessfully tries to get out of the shower.
Then I contemplated how I was going to get the finch back into the cage after I caught him. The door to the room was my first obstacle, but I figured tht wouldn't be too big of a problem because it has a long handle instead of a round one so I can push it down with my elbow. The birdcage was a harder problem. I suppose I could use two fingers to open it while I use the rest of them to hold the finch, but I just had visions of him flying away and getting eaten by cats again. So instead I go get a cup and an index card. I go back to the shower. The finch is still there. I put one foot in the shower and the finch flew up and this time made it to the top of the shower door. No way I'm going to get him off that in a cup. So I gently shoo him off of it and he flies frantically into the other room, smashing into the mirror several times. I could tell he ended up in the corner near the closet. I carefully slide the closet door open. No finch sound. I carefully pick up a giant stuffed horse. No finch movement. I look around in the dark (rachel said it's easier to get them in the dark) and finally see the finch sitting there in the corner. Reach over with the cup and I got him! He's fluttering frantically, and I can see he is inside the cup but his foot is outside. Ouch! I hope I didn't do more damage catching him than the cats did. So I lifted the corner up and he pulled his leg in but didn't stop frantically flapping. I slid the card under and carryed him back to the cage with him frantically flapping. Got him back in the cage. He was sitting in the corner of the cage on the bottom, which is not a great sign, and then I realized he was missing a foot. Oh no! I cut his foot off! No, thankfully, rachel told me that one of them was already missing a foot. I looked at the other finch. It had two feet. So this is the one that was already missing a foot.
So I finally finished feeding and watering the birds. The finch is back up on his perch and seems fine now, but just to be sure I put some birdy antibiotic in their water. The quail is hte one that seems most traumatized by this. Or something. He appears to be trying to bathe in his food. He sits in the bowl and flaps his wings, spraying birdseed all over the room.
So that is my pet adventure. I'm glad the dogs were outside at the time.