A warmer-than-normal summer last year proves global warming. But the cooler-than-normal summer we're having this year proves....nothing. We need to fund a Global Warming Commission immediately! Or we're all gonna die!
I strongly suspect funding or not, we're still all gonna die.
Eventually.
Nice scam though.
One of our case coordinators spoke up as I walked by her desk this morning "Hey Rita there's a kitten in the kitchen if you want it."
Me: "Huh????"
Seems as my co-counsel pulled into our parking lot this morning, she noticed this little guy valiantly trying to make it across the street. In traffic. So she and/or the case coordinator caught it before it could get splattered and put it securely in an empty file storage box in the kitchen.
Well of course I had to see it. I opened the lid and there sat a tiny little kitty that looked exactly like Smokey. I figure he's about 6 weeks old. He bravely hissed at me as he desperately tried to hide in the corner of the box.
Aaaawww, he was so cute!
Our case coordinator explained she'd been calling around trying to find a shelter that would take him. No dice. They were all full, and she'd couldn't find anyone else who would take him. So I texted Mike, explained the situation and asked "i can haz kitty?"
Mike, knowing what a sucker I am for the abandoned & mistreated, said sure. And yeah, I needed another cat like a hen needs a flag. But I couldn't just let him get put to sleep. So now he's upstairs quarantined in the cat carrier since I wasn't able to find a vet to examine him today.
If he survives, and once I get him cleaned up, vaccinated etc. I'll have to post some photos. Right now he's terrified & not feeling too well, so that'll have to wait. And he'll have to have a name. Everyone at work said I should name him "Main Street" b/c that's where he was found. I dunno about that. I'm thinking Cicero...or maybe Chollo. Or how about Vato del Gato?
HeHe. I kinda like that.
One thing's for sure, we won't have to worry about setting the neighborhood on fire this July 4th. And as opposed to last year's drought, that's mighty fine. One thing I particularly dislike about this holiday is the inevitable 'you'll put your eye out' news articles. F'n duh. Fireworks explode. Fire hot.
That there is what I call a 'self-correcting' problem. Let'em be kids. They gotta learn sometime that actions have consequences....and the earlier they learn it, the less work I have. Or as my mom used to put it, "If you ain't got no better sense than to do that, you deserve what you get."
Just full of tough love she was.
That isn't an entirely bad thing, as I learned to be self-sufficient at an early age....which was one of her goals I reckon.
Self-sufficient and I got the scars to prove it.
--Those damned inept Presbyterians are at it again. Cue the inevitable "Bend Over, Please Sir May We Have Another" in 5...4...3...2...ah, here it is.
--Buried at the end of this piece on the new state legislation taking effect today was this POS:
Act 696 creates a 20-member commission to study issues related to global warming. The commission also will be responsible for developing a plan for reducing pollutants that contribute to climate change.
Sponsored of course by a Little Rock Democrat. Expect, after several years of expensive studies, bans on anything fun. Like bulldozing trees then burning the resulting lifeless bodies in a huge bonfire which you've started with gasoline. Glad to know our tax dollars are spent on something useful and not frivolities like building more juvenile mental health facilities so there won't be a waiting list a mile long. [/sarcasm]
--Speaking of bans, didja know fireworks on a stick are banned in Bentonville? Luckily it's rained enough lately that we'll not have to worry about setting the neighborhood on fire this year. At least our neighbors are really nice here. If they're not helping set them off, most are out on their porches enjoying the show.
--And speaking of neighbors, we had a little Stray Cat Jive yesterday afternoon. There's a little alcove between our garage & the neighbor's fence, which I've turned into a little shade garden. I was checking it when I discovered a little kitty crouching in the corner. A desperately scared, mostly feral little kitty I also discovered, b/c of course I started to pick the little feller up....until he (she?) commenced to hissing & growling ferociously. I couldn't coax him/her out, so I got it some food & water, which it devoured as soon as I got out of sight.
It disappeared by the time I finally decided to try to catch it & take care of it until we could find it a home. I should've just put on some leather gloves & caught the stupid thing as soon as I found it b/c later in the evening, our neighbor came over & said it had gotten between her garden fence & dog fence & she couldn't get it out. And her little yappy dogs were going nuts trying to get at it. I guess she finally got it out somehow, b/c her dogs finally shut up. It was a cute little thing, long-haired sorta tabby but looking suspiciously like the big Maine coon tomcat we see roaming around the neighborhood. Oh well, I'm sure it'll show up again. Every cat in the neighborhood seems to think our carefully mulched fenceline is their own private litter box. And I'd never shoot them with my handy-dandy air soft pistol to discourage them.
*blinks innocently*
Why I might put their eye out. Oh wait, there's no eyes on THAT end of a cat.