Yep. Two posts in as many weeks. Almost as good as it used to be.
Last time, I promised kitty pictures. Here are Aslan on one of his perambulations, and Bunjie Undercover.
There, then. Isn’t that a bit better than the last post’s wild rants?
I still have rants, mind. The worst right now is the so-called government’s latest escapade in raping America’s working people. Yeah, the desire to force online retailers to collects sales taxes for each state to which they sell. This means that we would be registered to sell in every state in the US. Naturally, the states in which retailers are registered will also collect income tax from us. Taxation without representation. The states think that they’re justifying this by claiming that they can now collect “lost” revenues. Um. Pardon me, but “lost” means prior ownership. You greedy states didn’t own my meager income before, so snatching my hard earned dollars away is NOT recouping “lost” revenues. Get it? But, rather than take responsibility for collecting YOUR imposed sales taxes, you’re out to take everything away from me and other online retailers so you can continue to support your deadbeat politicans, pork barrel spending, supporting public unions, and develop the dependencies that would make you another nanny state. Piss off. If you want me to collect YOUR sales tax, rather than taking on YOUR responsibility to do so, then you can pay for my time and effort. I will remit an invoice to every state which dares to assume that I will be an unpaid public employee and that I willingly submit to taxation without representation. If any of you sell online, please be painfully aware of this and please insist on being a pest to your elected officials.
Rant over. Oh, sure, there are others. But I’m supposed to be working so I’ll behave and get back to it. Soon I’ll be caught up and can resume the fiber arts. I miss spinning, I miss weaving, I miss knitting. I’ve only made blankets, pads and toys for cats lately. Now I want to make something for me.
Lollypop has a bonded pair of cats who ought to be known, but break time is over. Hopefully I can get them posted tomorrow. Situation similar to my Aslan and Tuie. I would never separate a pair who had been through tribulation and am glad that these boys are part of my home.
And it will be sporadic for a while. But here I am, checking in when I have a pile of work to do. I felt moved to comment on things that have happened too often to let slide, or that have recently cropped up. You can stop reading now if you don’t want a pile of whine. Or skip down to the paragraph about Wegman’s. That’s a happy thing.
If you know someone who works at a home office (Hi!), don’t assume that just because they work out of the home, they have tons of free time to entertain you. It is extremely rare that we can spare five minutes. Every interruption means that we are up later and later into the night to complete our day’s work. A typical work day is well over 8 or 9 hours, often does not allow time for meal breaks, and might include client consultations. We also have other responsibilities, such as ongoing care of home and property, or attending church, or various social responsibilities. Our days are long-sometimes venturing into 18 hours or longer, just to get through what must be done. So, if you’re bored and looking for something to do, please consider volunteering for one of the many wonderful organisations that need good people.
Working from that theme, I suddenly am getting calls from the veterinarians to remind me of my appointments. Firstly, you saw me putting those appointment times into my phone calendar, so that I receive an alert the day prior to the appointment, and a second alert two hours before the appointment. I also have that little card on which you wrote the appointment date and time. I hand-write the same information on my home and office calendars. So, I have it in at least three places. But now you feel it necessary to install a device that rings me with a recorded message about the upcoming appointment? I did NOT authorise such use of my time and telephone. By doing this, you are imposing a number of costs on me-none of which are authorised by me. When I ask that it not be done, you tell me that it’s the new system and that you can’t do anything about it. Well, yes, you can. Stop it. I changed the telephone number to one that isn’t connected to anything, so I wouldn’t be interrupted at work. Then someone decided to change it back to the number that I use for work. And I got that stupid pre-recorded reminder while working with a client. Let me remind you: I did not authorise you to impose these costs on me. And yes, they are costs. If someone else is careless about their appointments, deal directly with that person. Don’t make it my problem. Would sending you an invoice for my time help to convince you? All invoices begin at a minimum half hour. Maybe not a nice thing to do, but it could help get the point across.
Next. If you are in a position that requires handling of people’s personal information, keep it locked up. And if you are in possession of someone’s personal information that you have no business being in possession of, that is identity theft and you WILL suffer the consequences. Having that information is never an excuse to snoop into a person’s matters. You who have done this are guilty of a crime. Using it to your advantage adds fraud to your crime. Worse, when confronted about it before authorities are notified, and lying about it, compounds your crime. You have become a criminal and a socially unacceptable piece of shit. Hiding behind your faith group only makes your faith group look suspicious to people of superior ethics. I do wonder what sort of blackmail you employed in order to get so far with this, and with the blessing of someone who should know better?
We all know that I am huge on cat welfare. I have worked for years to learn how to best care for the lot here. One of the most common statements I see from cat owners is: “I’m a vegetarian so there’s no meat in the house”. Okay. First, I don’t care what YOU eat or don’t eat. This is not about you! If you’re going to have carnivorous pets, you damned well better plan on keeping some meat in the house. You already know that it’s in the cats’ food, to some degree. When your cat is ill or recovering from surgery, he may become inappetant. This is a great time to have that bit of meat on hand. You can simmer it in a small pot of water (no seasonings, please). Then spoon off the broth, cool it, and offer it to your cat. If your cat’s appetite picks up, the meat itself is a nice bit of protein. How hard is that?
For all that I try to keep cats in good health, one of our own had a urinary obstruction last week. I had thought that a diet of at least half wet food would keep that from happening. I was wrong. I prefer an all wet diet, but the Husband buys an awful lot of the cat food and hates spending more than what he considers necessary on it. So I compromised on the fosters and ferals. And his beloved Jack obstructed. A week later, Jack is on the nasty dissolution diet, which is a very expensive food made up of inferior ingredients with some medicine added. He’ll stay on this diet with my blessing until he stops pissing glitter. Yes, the crystals guilty of blocking him are visible in his pee. Never again will a dry morsel pass his fuzzy lips. I am happy to report that he loves the crappy veterinary food and thinks food from a tin is the best anyway.
I have an interesting experience with pathetic customer service involving Chase Bank, and the Social Security Administration; and wonderful customer care from Wegman’s Food Markets. The earlier mentioned socially unacceptable piece of shit was ordering and using “authorised buyer” credit cards for the business in my name (please note that I am not employed in this business). She was also forging a signature on them. One fell into my hands, unexpectedly. I was shocked. So I rang Chase, the issuing bank. I was “chased” around the Chase “customer service” and “security” departments in hope of putting a stop to this. According to Chase, it’s a “too bad, how sad” situation, and that anyone who wants to can order an authorised buyer card in anyone else’s name. They refused to address the forged signatures. All the time I was trying to put a stop to this, they were cheerfully issuing a new authorised buyer card IN MY NAME to this same idiot, who again forged the signature. Because of the huge stink I made about it all, the replacement card was bent in half and given to me, complete with forged signature. These criminals are pretty stupid, eh? But Chase doesn’t care. They can do as they wish. I have no idea why anyone in a business that does not employ me can’t use their own name for an authorised buyer card-unless they plan to back out of payment and claim that the authorised buyer is a crook. Nice, huh? There is now a fraud alert on my credit reports but already the P.o.S. has set up an online account in my name, with my SSN, at Social Security. And the Social Security staff will not do anything about it, until I go to sit for hours in their filthy local office with a folio of proof of identity. I cannot even get any information as to when the account was set up. Strange that no physical proof of ID was required to complete an online account. I have the problems that came of others’ mishandling of my information, but I am apparently the criminal because I want this to be repaired as best possible. So, on top of all other things that need care on an ongoing basis, I have this time suck to deal with.
Wegman’s deserves its own paragraph. This is a happy report. I had bought a box of house brand cold cereal, a delicious combination of various grain flakes, with dates, raisins and pecans. This is a very tasty cereal. But the last package I bought contained dried fruit that was so hard I dared not chew it. I dropped a message online in their customer service department. A representative rang back in about a day (sadly I was in consult so didn’t pick up the call). She explained that the supplier had slipped up, that the entire batch was pulled from the shelves-and that only one other customer had mentioned the same thing at about the same time. Wegman’s acted immediately to correct the problem a reported by only two people-and sent me a generous coupon to use against a future grocery order. I love you, Wegman’s! Thank you! The coupon was not necessary. I’m just glad to see how quickly you responded to a problem, and that you let me know how you handled it. Chase Bank and the Social Security Administration could benefit from your example.
I apologise to Lollypop Farm for failing to put the cat of the week up for so long. I just haven’t the time. I do want to see cats get homes, but still have fosters here about whom no one ever asks. I’m harming these cats by not focussing on them. I do urge all people to consider rescues as well as shelters for cats. Rescues are normally better in interim care of the cats, because our own vets are used and the cats are fostered in a home environment. Our cats are free of the contagious illnesses so common in shelters. We keep the parasites at bay too, since we don’t want our homes infested. So, please, look beyond the shelters. All cats deserve homes. Don’t overlook ours while looking for your life companion. Most of us are interested in the best match for the cats, rather than how many get adopted in a given time period. Some rescues are just plain weird, but wouldn’t you rather sift through them to find the right pet who has received the best care and whose future well-being is considered vital? So, please. Consider us individuals who do this without taxpayer dollars, without high-paid administration, without individual donations, without huge advertising dollars. And please, Lollypop uses the internet so you can preview cats at the various adoption locations. Check them out.
Okay, whine over. If you read this entire mess, I congratulate you. It’s out of my hair for now. I can take care of the things which need care and not have them festering in my thoughts. Next time maybe there’ll be cute cat pictures. I certainly have plenty of opportunities to take cute cat pictures.
I am happy to report that the three cats who insist on remaining feral have been spending nights in the garage for several of the last ten days. We are much relieved, as the monster snows received from Boxing Day on blasted snow into nearly all of their outdoors shelters. Now the snow has melted and settled a bit, and the shelters are a little drier, they may not be so keen to come indoors for the night. But we enjoy seeing them safely ensconced on the rolled-up carpet that they like, and seeing them come running up for pets or food whenever we go into the garage. We spend a bit of time with them every night that they sleep indoors. It’s not real warm in the garage, but the one-off hand and body warmers make their beds toasty, and I put a space heater on for a half hour or so if it’s really cold. It’s still considerably warmer than being outdoors, and it’s completely dry. They use the litter pan and are generally excellent guests. Each morning they have their breakfast ritual, then head off through the snow to spend their day wherever it is that they spend their days.
I have been terrible about updating so intend to make a serious effort, at least until I get distracted again.
I have been knitting like mad, mostly working on thick blankets for cats to use in other feral locations, both multi-stranded acrylic and pure wool which is then fulled into a thick blanket. Of course it’s fun to knit kick toys and the like too, which are also thoroughly fulled then stuffed with a bit of catnip and valerian.
It’s time to start working for the trade fair season again. I am recovered from the piriformis tear which was a massive pain in the butt!!! Really!
It’s time to put Lollypop’s Cats of the Week on, too. I don’t really like the way that shelters are run, but the cats are always in need. I like the people at Lollypop despite the way they’re required to do things. And people around here do NOT adopt from private rescues, because we impose a few requirements on potential adopters. Of course some rescues are nuts and expect perfection in all potentials. Most of us don’t do that. But requiring people to provide a veterinary reference is apparently too much to ask. After all the time and love and heartache that we put into our cats, let alone the money, we want to know that they are going to be properly tended. So, I am forever stuck with my fosters, they youngest of which are now two years old. No more pictures of them for the general public. No more BS from people who believe they’re entitled to whatever they want with no responsibilities attached. The fosters are here until someone intelligent comes along and makes the effort to provide what they need. Meanwhile I consider them indefinite fosters. Poor kitties.
Now! I have saved the best for last. Behold BUDDY!
ANIMAL ID 18816086
BREED Domestic Longhair/Mix
AGE 7 years 8 days
SITE Lollypop Farm
LOCATION Cat Adoption
Maybe 2013 will be an improvement. Unlikely, but hope is free and easy to conjure!
Unemployment benefits have been extended for a year. This is a concession to the Democrats, who cannot live without plans for spending trillions that just aren’t available. Before you Liberals get all lathered about this, I need you to know that I was unemployed. Not once, but twice. Being a Conservative, having been born of a line of hardworking peasant stock and reared with a strong work ethic, I went to work in the first available jobs both times-even though they were low-paying, no-brainers. Yes, the pay was abysmal. But it was pay, not entitlements. I earned what I lived on. Now the Liberals have you all thinking that you deserve to have a high-paying, almost limitless, unemployment entitlement. Huh. Let’s compromise with a better plan. Just so you all don’t forget how to work and pay taxes, the Unemployment program ought to make you all take on whatever is available. Lousy pay? Okay, so provide a small benefit to help you. But don’t encourage you to sit on your asses collecting the money that we workers earn. Instead of taking your Unemployment benefits away entirely when you take on a job that’s below your perceived rank ( as it happened with me), just reduce the benefits. We’d still be shelling out heaps of money for your benefits, but you will be providing needed work and paying a little back into the system on which you suckle. It won’t be as much a hardship for you as it was for me.
Unions. Okay, collective bargaining was a means to bring needed changes to the work system that was so hideous to so may workers. Thanks to unions, work became a thing that even the least skilled workers can survive. The rules and regs are in the lawbooks now. We don’t need unions driving up the cost of living anymore. Because these days? That’s all that unions are doing. That lovely thug mentality browbeats and strongarms to get its way. The country is weakened by this archaic system. The worst are taxpayer funded unions. Collective (bargaining) GREED should never have been let into the public sector. We taxpayers cannot afford this. And don’t whine to me how you union blokes pay taxes too. You really don’t. I pay twice. I am forced to sacrifice any hope of financial security because of the costs of keeping you fools rich. Piss off. What have public sector unions wrought? Police who are free to decide which laws they wish to enforce. We have laws to protect citizens. But the police choose which they want to enforce-the easiest. There are possibly some police officers who actually try to enforce the laws. The vast majority pick and choose. Teacher unions? I laugh. Most union teachers have far less knowledge and ability than me-and I am not a teacher. I used to make corrections to the nearly illiterate notes that my daughter’s teachers sent home over the years-and was largely ignored. Why are illiterates allowed to draw fat salaries and benefits and hold tenured positions? Not because of need. Not because of workers in need of protection. Because of union strongarming. I had to correct much of what my child had been ‘taught’ by fools who had milked the system for their ‘education’, then bilked the taxpayers for their cushy union jobs with the nice health insurance and pensions. It’s time to move them out.
This ‘fiscal cliff’ nonsense is stupid. It’s a media-enhanced free-for-all, designed to keep the poorly educated spinning madly, bitching about how the ‘wealthy’ need to ‘pay their fair share’ of taxes to support those on the entitlements teat. Hey! Drive out the wealthy with your tax schemes. Who’s going to support you when the people you hate aren’t there to pay your way anymore?
And that’s enough of a rant for one New Year’s Eve.
Five years on. Not a day passes that I don’t think of my Risky-cat. Now the raw grief is gone and fun memories run wild with an underlying thread of regret. I just didn’t have enough time with her. Do we ever have enough time with our companions? I wonder if that regret is the motivation behind having got so intertwined with the ferals here? Sometimes I am certain that I am trying to make it up somehow, that my actions now will reach that cat’s soul wherever she is. Other times I know that I would have done the same, whether she had been part of my life or not. So here, today, I express a sorrow that my well-loved little diva is not at my side. And I feel glad that she was part of this life.
Did anyone even notice?
First break from blogging in a while. Of course I don’t get any breaks in real life-hey, I am a business owner, so actually have to work for a living. No holidays, no bank hours, no nice long holidays at the shore or wherever people go. Just work and more work.
There was a nice uptick on the business front. Sadly, it lasted for only a few short weeks. Another show, which was a lovely show but disastrous for sales.
Wendy, beautiful squeaky Wendy, has a new home. She’s the end of an era, the last of Daphne’s last litter to find a home. She now resides in Baltimore. We miss her terribly but now she will receive much more attention than I could ever give her on my own. She became a matted mess while I was away. I couldn’t work out all the matts so hauled her to the groomer for a lion cute, which looks adorable but demoralised the poor little bug.
I got a speeding ticket. Unremarkable except for two little things:
It’s the second in my life. I’m more than a half century old. The traffic enforcement officer made me sit for 42 minutes while he tried to find a way to haul me in for all manner of nasty stuff. All because he couldn’t get a registration record for the VIN. Duh. It’s a retail vehicle, dumbass, the registration is the dealership. 42 minutes. I was thoroughly pissed about it, but had been speeding and was very late to an appointment after sitting for 42 minutes, so let it go. Nothing, of course, can stop me from publishing all pertinent information. I’m not even going to waste my time speaking with the Macedon, NY police department about it. My ticket will be paid and glad to be done with it. The traffic court judge was great. But any who live in the area, watch out in Macedon. Apparently it’s a habit to keep people sitting for ages while looking for excuses to keep them sat for ages. And the officers are oily, using snarky comments in a polite tone. Unnecessary, unprofessional, but I have learned to not expect professionalism from the locals.
I returned from my last show just over a month ago with an astonishing injury to a muscle that I had never heard of until after I could feel it. Some days I am quite lame from it, and sleep is a bother. Other days I can ease through with little trouble. I am really looking forward to healing!
Thumper, one of the three ferals who still lives outdoors, showed up with an injured foreleg. Vet cleaned up the abcessing bite wound. Thumper spent 8 days in my office in a kennel. He was intimidated by jack so didn’t come out unless Jack was out of the room. Thumper is very sweet, but he was happy to return to his outdoors life.
Loader and Pixie are still here. They are now 25 months old. They are both very sweet cats. But now have become so bonded that I will not separate them. They are both clean in habit and love their routines. They’re playful and cuddly too. It doesn’t take much to get a mighty purr from either. Loader is the long-haired blue guy and Pixie is the sort of cross-eyed blue and white. Their coats are lovely, too. Loader enjoys combings and brushings.
I do wish that people would take care of their pets so they’re not being shoved off at the shelters. I do wish that veterinarians would see their part in the neverending flow of animals to shelters. Veterinary costs are rocketing higher while mean incomes are falling down, so no wonder more animals are being left. & I do wish that shelters would take responsibility for screening potential adopters instead of sending animals out with idiots who later abandon them, change their minds, abuse them, or put them back in the shelters. A little effort could make such a big change. There is no cure, but there are ways to make this less of a problem. I repeat and repeat these statements but no one thinks that any apply to themselves so the problem is perpetuated.
Here is Lollypop Farm’s Cat of the Week:
|BREED||Domestic Medium Hair/Mix|
|SITE||Lollypop Farm, Humane Society of Greater Rochester|
A dog, in the dark wee hours, tearing around the property, chasing the wildlife who I protect, pissing and shitting and barking and making quite a mess. I awoke to the ruckus in a flurry of terrified house cats. I arose, pulling on a dress, taking walking stick and flash out to sort the ruckus. It just didn’t sound like coyotes. It wasn’t. It was a beagle, untrained, ignoring all voice commands, responding only when it was approached and a SIT command shouted. No answer at Animal Control, but that was expected. No answer at the local shelter. Rang the village police who can’t respond to a call outside the village ( whoops, knew that but forgot). County sheriff dept doesn’t do dog calls. The ferals are in danger, the wildlife in the habitat are in danger, and the yard is full of crap and piss. But the dog is free to do whatever. And its complacent, stupid owners are free to let the dog do whatever it wants, wherever it chooses to go. In fact, they are encouraged to ignore their responsibility, because the local idea of enforcement is to ignore what needs to be done. If it were a stray cat, they’d be all over it. But dogs are protected. Trespassers are, too. And property damage, by human or canine, is the right of those who want to damage what isn’t theirs.
I really don’t like it here. It would be fine if I were entitled to the same protection that the vandals get. But that will never happen. And no, I’m not letting the yokels drive me out. It’s my home, and I shouldn’t be expected to leave. Sadly, my home is located in a cess pit of entitlements-driven people who think that everything is theirs for the taking.
Wayne County, you stereotyped yourselves. Aren’t you proud.
Were the predominant theme of the latest show. People, if you go to a show, your actions are obvious. We know that when you say you’ll “be back”, we’ve actually seen the last of you, after spending serious time educating you on the objects in which you showed interest. We know that some of you will say that you need to check with your spouse, which is also code for “so long, sucker”. Please, just be honest and state that you’re not interested in buying today. There’s no shame in that. If we’re not packed with crowds we’re delighted to share our love for and knowledge of our goods with you. Find us during the off-peak times. We love your interest. Maybe some day you’ll be a client, maybe not. Your interest in our merchandise reinforces our belief in what we do to make a living. We value your interest.
Tire-kickers. You’re the people who suspect a thief in every corner. We’re not experts in our field by your definition. You circle the exhibits, loudly announcing that “the market doesn’t support” our prices, in hope that you can get 50% off of whatever strikes your fancy, so that you can double or triple your purchase price. Come down off of your fairy tale cloud. Firstly, I know of no one who can automatically double purchase price. Once in a great while we manage to buy something on which we can actually realise a reasonable profit. Usually it’s not that easy. You’re the folks who point out minor imperfections that have been present in the piece since its manufacture over 200 years ago. You’re the ones who plan to “return on closing day when everything is marked down”. Hey, that’s not how we work. We know that if something doesn’t sell at one show, we can either showcase it at the shop or take it to another show. If we don’t need to sell it right off, we can pull it from the market and take it home to enjoy it. We are in business to earn a living. Would any of you choose to work for nothing? Thought not. So, come on in, have a seat, and let’s talk. I can tell you some of the most amazing history behind the the things I sell. Wouldn’t that be fun?
I beg you to consider tossing a dollar or two into the chipin account for the fosters’ annuals.
This account has nothing to do with the permanent resident cats, whose care is covered through household income. But income is scarce these days and no longer covers foster care in addition to the domestics’ care. I also keep responsibility for the ferals’ needs-they are trapped for county free rabies clinics, but other vax and any medical needs are currently unfunded. Veterinary costs continue to rise faster than inflation. And these cats are due for their annuals. So, please help me to keep these cats up to date and ready for their permanent homes! If you want veterinary references before contributing just ask. Thank you! ♥
Thanks to contributors, Simon has had his annuals. Daphne will be next in line, she’ll be a bit harder to get to the vet! But I will do it and be glad that she’s getting the care she deserves. Thank you for helping me to keep these cats healthy and up-to-date!
The doctor thinks that Simon may be around three years age or more. It’s hard to tell with cats but I’ll take a ballpark from a veterinarian as pretty darned good. Simon accompanies me on my spring cleanup round the property. He loves to explore. He loves to sit by the pond, watching the waves and listening to the birds. He checks on me frequently as I try to make a dent in the huge effort of keeping six acres in reasonable control. Having Simon is like having a dog’s genial company. Simon, of course, is still available to a good home where he will be allowed outdoors for a little while each day. He’s happiest if a person is outdoors with him. He will bring back the occasional mouse or mole. I would not recommend a suburban or urban setting for Simon. A decent property with a few outbuildings and some trees to keep it interesting is his sort of place. He does not like to be cold or wet or alone so must be able to live in the house. He will reward his person amply with great affection and confidence in his human’s ability to be the most perfect person ever to have lived.
Gulliver is off-site for now. Frankie’s adopter has given some thought to bringing in a companion for Frankie. I took Gulli to his home on Monday. Frankie was scared at first then very curious! Gulli hid under a chair and hadn’t come out yet when I left. I hate to put the cats through such fear but it’s part of acclimating to new surroundings. If Gulliver and his former litter-mate start to play and get along then Gulliver will probably stay forever. I hope so, poor Gulliver has always been overlooked because he’s a “plain” cat to unobservant eyes. Short hair, grey mackerel tabby, but with beautiful eyes and a winning personality. Good thoughts requested for a forever home for Gulliver please!