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Settling in nicely

Forgive bad cellphone pic; the phone doesn’t make a scary noise when it takes a snapshot.

We’re doing fine, fine. No hostility. I might get a gentle hiss and a little flinch first thing in the morning, but he soon turns into a cuddle-bug.

Likes: chicken, tuna, string, giant stinky dumps.
Dislikes: loud sounds and sudden movements.

I’ll keep you posted.

July 30, 2018 — 8:32 pm
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The exact moment I got bit…

Well, the exact moment after the exact moment I got bit. The next photo is me with a bloody thumb and puss looking radiantly innocent. To be fair, he wasn’t going for me (that time). I was feeding him off my fingers and he got confused.

Yes. We have a new cat. Maybe. Let me tell the story.

We were sitting in the livingroom last night, front door open, trying to catch a breeze and this…kitten walked in. Took one look at me, squeaked and ran off.

We called around, but none of the neighbors had a new cat. This is the country; sub-humans sometimes dump kittens or pregnant mothers. We set a squirrel trap baited with kitty glop and caught him about noon today.

He’s pretty feral. I let him out of the trap in the bathroom and he flipped out. Eventually I caught him and got bit and scratched and hissed at for my trouble. But he calmed right down when presented with food. Amazing how that works.

We took him to a local cat rescue this afternoon, where they pronounced him healthy and probably tameable. They loaned us a big cage and a tiny litter box and we’ll see.

A few may remember the Story of Charlotte, a tiny black and white feral kitten I trapped in a squirrel trap during a heat wave sixteen years ago. History really needn’t repeat itself so exactly.

She’s met him. She sniffed the box he was in, hissed at it twice and sauntered off. It’s all down to Jack. There’s something wrong with that boy and he flips his shit if another cat comes in the yard. I mean scary loses it. If he loses it over this kitten, there’s no option. We’ll have to find another option.

July 27, 2018 — 9:10 pm
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It is too hot to cat…

Not one of ours. We went to an open day at a cat sanctuary yesterday. Not the very posh one we like best — they hardly ever have an open day — but one that serves London and so is very well attended.

It was very hot (still!), so we saw a lot of loose, floppy cats. They were happy enough, though.

I had to pat Uncle B down afterwards to make sure there weren’t a couple in his pockets. Jack would probably cope, but Charlotte would murder him in his sleep.

July 23, 2018 — 8:38 pm
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I wish I knew who to credit with this one. What a shot!

I follow a lady on Twitter who, for reasons I’ve never bothered to ask, mostly tweets pictures of stoats. She calls them stoats, too, thought she appears to be American.

Better today, but still not right. I’m’a make an early night of it.

July 17, 2018 — 9:21 pm
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Mmmm…my favorite!

That there is Maya the jaguar, star of a recent BBC documentary. Don’t know if they played it over your way. She was a leetle orphling keeten in the show. Not so little now.

And the thing she’s licking? A blood popsicle! Mmmmm!

It rarely gets above mid 80s here. When it gets there, it rarely stays for long. We rarely go a week without rain. But we’ve had weeks and weeks of drought and a couple of weeks of hot. It even stayed hot at night the last few, an unheard of thing.

Everything is yellow and dry. The chickens are panting like dogs. There is no end in sight.

I mean, it ain’t Baton Rouge in August hot (why the hell did we always go visit Grandma in August?), but it’s hot. I’d forgotten how much I hate hot.

July 2, 2018 — 10:21 pm
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Dead Monkey

If you hoped to pick Koko the Signing Gorilla in the Dead Pool tomorrow, you’re out of luck. She daid. Also, she was a monkey.

Oh, don’t give me that ‘gorillas aren’t monkeys’ crap. Who are you, Gregor Mendel?

I’ll be honest, fam — I’m pretty seriously monkey phobic. (Long story. Has to do with a childhood friend of my mother’s who had a circus act).

So I’m prejudiced, I admit. But I don’t buy for a minute that she had an IQ of 85 and a vocabulary of…however many words she’s supposed to have had a vocabulary of. Without her ‘interpreters’, I’m not convinced she could consistently sign “ook ook banana.”

Also, of all the dozens of pictures of Koko with kittens, have you ever noticed how unhappy the cats look? And how it’s always baby kittens? What happened to them…? Just sayin’.

Well, whatever. Back here tomorrow, 6 WBT. Dead Pool 110!

June 21, 2018 — 9:31 pm
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Let the bee puns commence!

I’m on three blood pressure meds and I haven’t had a meds check in years; got a note in my last packet of drugs telling me I have to go in or they’re cutting me off.

So. Doctor’s appointment today. Just putting on my shoes to leave the house and…I step on a bumblebee. This answers two burning questions: 1. Yes. Bumblebees sting. 2. No, they don’t shed their whole backend and die like honey bees.

At least, this guy looked okay afterwards. I scooped him up in a jar and took him outside, which I thought was damn decent of me, all things considered.

I didn’t get too much of a dose, I guess. I didn’t smush him, and — unexpectedly, I must say — my bp was a very calm and collected 120/70.

June 19, 2018 — 7:58 pm
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Face panties! For your cat!

Just something I found while I was looking for something else on eBay. Straight from China!

They’re supposed to protect you while you groom or otherwise do things to your cat.

I dunno. Every cat I’ve ever known, presented with one of these, would flip out and run backwards screaming. And, some fine Summer’s night when you least expect it, murder you in your sleep.

Hello and welcome to the second week in June.

June 11, 2018 — 8:05 pm
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The Chicken Man, the Chicken Man

After work today, we went to see the Chicken Man. I’m sure he has a name, but I’m sure I don’t know what it is.

We bought our first two chickens from him, eight years ago, and one is still going strong. I remember I was eyeballing some baby Orpingtons (perfectly ENORMOUS chickens when they’re all growed up) and Uncle B was looking miserable about it. Thinking of his garden, and what those giant poultry bombs could do to it.

We decided to decide later. On our way out the door, we passed some pretty little chickens. Uncle B said, “what are these? They look nice.” And the chicken man said, “pff! Those are bantams. I thought you wanted chickens.”

And the rest is history.

He’s far away, he’s very expensive, but I needed some stuff and sometimes only the Chicken Man will do. Have a great weekend!

June 1, 2018 — 8:46 pm
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D’awwww…you get the most adorable results when you Google Image Search “sleepy weasel.” Though most of ’em are ferrets.

Puts me in mind of the time I ran across a ferret rescue at a village fete and squeee’d, “Squee! Weasels!” and the owner replied, “Madame, that is not a weasel. It is a ferret.”

One thing I have learned living here: I probably am not going to like any statement that begins with “Madame…”

Or “Muddum…” as they say. It don’t suit me. It don’t suit me at all.

Innyhoo! Today got away from me somehow and I don’t have anything interesting report, so I’m off to bed, frightfully early. See you in the ante meridiem.

May 22, 2018 — 9:25 pm
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