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And speaking of calico…

Photo by Rehman Abubakr

Been meaning to look up why calico cats are always female. Here’s the skinny: calicos are usually white, orange and black (or tabby or gray or…whatevs). About 70% white on average – that has nothing to do with the topic at hand, but I thought it was interesting.

The X chromosome carries the gene for either ginger or black (or a variety of non-white colors). One color per X chromosome. So only XX (that is, female) beasts can have both ginger and black.

Except those poor little bastards with Klinefelter syndrome. They have XXY, XXXY or even XXXXY chromosomes. I don’t think it creates much of a problem in cats, but it can produce the occasional a male calico.

The gene for white isn’t on a sex chromosome, but elsewhere in the genome, so any old cat can carry it.

“But wait, Stoaty, you magnificent beast!” I hear you say, “most gingers are male. How that be?”

Male gingers carry the ginger gene on their one X chromosome. Female gingers have to have the ginger gene on both X chromosomes. That makes the ratio is about 3 to 1 male to female, and I believe ginger girls must have ginger daddies.

I think ginger and black without the white is how you get a tortie, but I’ve about come to the end of my genetic education.

If you ever yearn to feel stupid and slow, try looking into the genetics of chicken colors. Here’s a look at the basics.

January 27, 2021 — 7:38 pm
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Be-catted

Sorry for inattentive today (yes, we have a Dead Pool winner – congratulations Mrs Carl). I have been under a cat. Specifically, this one – Ol’ Kneewrecker.

Also, I’ve been on Twitter. It’s as awful as you can imagine at the moment. I’m going back to chickens, books and vidya games for a while. But I did want to mention two things I learned from this election.

There are more of us than there are of them. Like, a lot more. Like, so many more that we broke their ballot-cheating mechanisms and they had to get clumsy and stupid and obvious about the steal. Will see if that has repercussions.

It’s possible to do things differently. Trump made huge inroads into Middle East peace – for example – by ignoring the old wisdom about fixing perpetually dysfunctional Palestine first. He successfully brokered multiple individual deals between nations. He deserves a lot of credit for that, which he will never get. That, and bringing soldiers home from various permanently smoldering trash fires.

I guess, for me, that’s the definition of the “Trumpism” everyone’s talking about – approaching old problems in new ways.

Someone said on Twitter that people need to go back and start running for dog catcher and ward captain, with an eye to higher and higher office. But that’s like sending your nice kid away to college and getting back a blue-haired gender studies graduate with a nose ring. The years-long process of grinding through lower office changes people, makes them into politicians. We need to find other avenues.

Trump is a strange and, in many ways, unlikeable character, but he changed me from “anyone’s better than Hillary” to an enthusiastic supporter. I’m afraid he was lightning in a bottle: a well-known celebrity with go-to-hell money of his own. If we see the same combination in play again, it’ll probably be somebody like Cher.

I’m hoping he opens a giant media company, which zooms to #1 in no time (thanks to the collapse of Fox). Then he can be in their faces 24/7.

January 8, 2021 — 8:49 pm
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I’ve seen the Dreamies and the damage done

This kitty came to us as a stray, you may recall. A tiny kitten walked into our livingroom one hot August night, squeaked and ran out again. I put out a squirrel trap baited with catfood, and here we are.

He was severely underweight. The lady at the shelter estimated that he was a month older than he looked because he’d been undernourished. About four months old.

He grew up fast when we stuffed him full of good supermarket kitty glop, but he remained skinny.

Until there were Dreamies.

Oh, did kitty love his Dreamies. In fact, it became an obsession. In fact, it began to make him a miserable boy.

Eventually, he refused any other food. You’d put stuff in his bowl and he’d hardly glance at it. He would stubbornly refuse to eat anything but Dreamies.

And he got fat.

Fat enough that it I had to fix it. He’d never had dried food before, so I took his big tin of Dreamies and added a handful of Iams. And every few days another. After a couple weeks, there weren’t any Dreamies in the mix at all.

He’s still fat, but he’s not gaining and the vet didn’t seem worried. Sometimes, though, he gets a sad, faraway look in his eye and I know he knows a wonderful light has gone out of his life.

So what do they put in them? Aside from something fatty, I think I know. If you have cats and Dreamies, give them a sniff and see what you think. *I* say they smell like parmesan.

In fact, I was so certain of it, when our elderly cat went off her feed, I bought some parm and sprinkled it over her food. It usually worked.

Right. Remember. Dead Pool Tomorrow. Be here, or be somewhere else!

December 10, 2020 — 7:47 pm
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When all else fails…

…go with a cat picture.

I feel like such a spectator at the moment. I can’t tell you how many times I half-compose a tweet and then X out of it, because I wasn’t about to say anything meaningful or insightful. I’m communicating entirely in likes.

And yes, he’s adorable. But when he wakes up, he tries to chew great lumps out of the basket. My laundry basket. Little bastard.

December 9, 2020 — 9:17 pm
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That’s what I wanted!

See, this is what the whole exercise was about: cat buddies. They’ve been playfighting and rough-housing, but this is the first time I’ve caught them having a snooze together.

Something about not usually being allowed to sleep on the bed that will do that.

‘Twas a glorious sunny day in the garden today, but another near freezing one tonight – a pattern that will be repeated for some time.

Off for a bath!

March 25, 2020 — 7:36 pm
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Last trip for a while…

We were non-compliant today! We left the house!

We’ve had Wellington’s last shots scheduled for weeks. This morning, we called the vet and they counselled us to come in as planned as this was their last day for who knows how long. They’re shutting it down. We didn’t get to go in, though. You wait in your car, someone comes out and takes the cat carrier, vanishes inside and returns a little while later with your cat.

Nice young lady vet came out and said, “I know this one! I did his castration!”

How nice.

Afterwards, we swung by the gas station and got some bread and toilet paper, as you do.

And that’s it. Now we’re locked down tight.

*sighs* *looks around the room* *sighs again*

March 24, 2020 — 8:34 pm
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Not so sure about this ‘going outside’ thing

Wellington was allowed out for the first time today. He’s not entirely sure about it.

He wouldn’t go more than a foot or two from the back door until I finally picked him up and carried him around front, to the garden proper.

It wasn’t raining (for once), though everything is persistently wet. He skulked around in the shadows for an hour and then asked to come in.

He will learn to love it, I can see that. But it’s all a bit much for a little pussycat wot’s never been allowed out before.

The chickens lost their shit. He didn’t even chase them, he just ran across the garden near them. One excitable girl flew ten feet in the air and twenty feet forward and had to be coaxed out of the hedge with a handful of cracked corn. And then they all screamed for the rest of the afternoon.

He looks like a little weasel, to be honest.

March 12, 2020 — 9:55 pm
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We got there in the end…

WHO has declared it a pandemic because “eight countries have more than a thousand cases”. Like that’s been the definition all along. You’d think they’d’ve said so.

Not much more to note. I’m refreshing the numbers every few, still puzzled by the variability country by country. I suspect it will all even out in the end.

Wellington is home and fine. A little strung out on the general anesthesia and pain meds, but wrestling on the floor with Boo (much to the consternation of Boo, who was just getting used to having the comfy chair again). I’ve spoken to his last owner, who called to make sure he came out of it okay.

And yes, it’s probably going to end up as Wellie, Boots or Bootsie.

March 11, 2020 — 8:32 pm
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Won’t anyone think of Wellington’s balls?

I think we’ve settled on Wellington. He’s down on the vet’s register as that, so it’s a done deal. We took him in late this afternoon for a neutering early tomorrow morning.

I hate to think how scared he must be tonight, in the dark in a cage with the bad smells and the scary sounds.

You may remember I sought him out as company for our two-year-old cat, who’s a sociable little chap. Of course, being a kitten, Wellington has driven Boo nuts. Playfighting too hard, giving him no peace. It will settle down when he grows up a little, but he’s driven Boo out of the house many’s a time.

And now that Wellington has inexplicably vanished, Boo is beside himself. He’s gone all around the house to the places the little one liked to hide. I’ve never seen a cat do this.

Now he’s gone outside. I hope he isn’t looking for Welly out there in the dark.

Virus update: as predicted, now they’re taking testing seriously in the US, the confirmed cases are swelling. From under 200 a week ago to almost 800 tonight. Still too lackadaisical in the UK, though – including my employer, who was shocked when I suggested cancelling a large gathering later this week.

March 10, 2020 — 9:18 pm
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I think he’s settled in

What he doesn’t know is, he’ll be neutered Wednesday. Or, as the vet bluntly called it, castrated.

But after that, he can go out into the world and he wants that more than anything. We’re still in contact with the woman we got him from. She confirmed to me that her living room was the only place he’d ever been.

She’s a very nice lady, but that was never going to work. I think this guy is going to be a bruiser.

If only he would tell us his name.

Have a good weekend, everyone. Remember your clocks change on Sunday (we have another couple of weeks). The sun had some real strength and virtue in it today, and no rain. Hold on!

p.s. does the pope coronavirus?

March 6, 2020 — 9:34 pm
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