I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it three cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
Olive's potential adopter contacted the rescue again. He didn't know that cats needed to go to the vet on a regular basis. He thought cats only needed to go to the vet when they were sick. It was news to him that indoor-only cats needed vaccinations. If we let him adopt Olive, he'd take her to the vet all the time!
I'll tell you what, the rescue is agonizing over this one. The guy's attitude is fairly common, and if he's willing to see the error of his prior ways, so to speak, who are we to turn him down? And it's obvious he wants Olive. But why? She's cute, I'll grant you that, in the same way that the nine billion other cats in our area awaiting adoption are cute. Does she remind him of a cat he had when he was a kid? Was it truly love at first sight?
Complicating matters is the fact that Olive's foster mom would like her to go to a home with other cats, because she gets along so well with the foster's permacats. This guy want Olive to be an only cat. Something to consider, surely, but then again, we would also like our cats to go to homes where there are heated cat beds and caviar for breakfast, and we all know the odds of THAT happening. Plus, unlike dogs, cats are not pack animals, so they don't need other cats around to be happy.
Thankfully, I'm not the one making the call on this one. We'll see what the powers that be decide.
Gonna get a little ranty here, I ain't gonna lie. Skip it if you wanna.
So, we had an adoption event on Sunday, and little Olive got adopted!
Except she didn't.
See, this new group, unlike my old group, does not do same-day adoptions. They ask potential adopters to fill out an application, and then they contact the adopter's landlord (to make sure pets are allowed where they live), veterinarian (to make sure any pets currently in the house are up-to-date on vaccinations), and one personal reference (to make sure the adopter is not an ax murderer). They also ask for information about any pets currently in the household, to make sure the new addition would be a good fit. (There are some cats who are afraid of large dogs, for example, and who should probably not go into a household with big dogs.) Some people think asking that many questions is intrusive, and frankly maybe it is, but the group is just trying to make sure all of the cats are going into good, loving homes where they will be welcomed and seen by a veterinarian when needed.
So! A man comes to the adoption event Sunday, explaining that his cat had just passed away and he was looking for a new friend. He fell in love with Olive, and filled out an application. When the event was over, Olive went back to her foster family, to wait for adoption day.
On Monday, the group called the veterinarian he had listed on the form. The only time they had seen his cat was on an emergency basis to euthanize it, because she was suffering from advanced kidney disease at age 14.
The group contacted the man. Perhaps his regular vet was closed when the cat became ill? Maybe he had just moved from out-of-state and hadn't gotten a new vet yet? Where were his cat's records?
There were no records. The cat had been spayed when young, and had not seen a vet until the day she died.
Cats need to go to the vet.
It's not just about vaccinations, although here in New York, if you do not vaccinate against rabies you are in violation of the law.
Cats develop all kinds of problems that, while treatable, are not readily discernible, especially since it is in a cat's nature to hide its pain. Tooth decay and heart murmurs are two things that come immediately to mind - Things that are treatable if caught early, but can cause big trouble if untreated.
And this dude had a fourteen-year-old cat who hadn't been to the vet since kittenhood.
I mean, maybe the cat was fine. (Well, except for the KIDNEY DISEASE, that is.) We all have a Grampa Joe who never saw a doctor between birth and the morgue. Except I'll bet that there were a lot of times that Grampa Joe wished he had seen a doctor.
Regardless, the man was not allowed to adopt Olive. Oh, I'm sure he'll find a cat somewhere - Maybe from the rescue where I used to volunteer, who DID do same-day adoptions without vet checks. Except now, I'm wondering how many of the cats who got adopted out while I was there went into homes where they never got taken to the vet. Hmmmm ...
Please. Take your cats to the vet. Thanks.
And don't worry, Olive, we'll find you a home. A good one.
Well, come ON, I got a new camera - I HAD to take some pics, didn't I?
Let's see. Saturday I cleaned the bathroom (thrilling!) and then went to the movies. If anybody else has seen The Imitation Game, please let me know, because I haz a question.
Saturday after the movies, I took down some of the holiday decorations out front. Soda and Pony came out to supervise. Pony decided he needed an aerial view:
Soda was also watching closely:
You can see how the light reflects differently in his damaged (left) eye. And those white whiskers on his chin crack me up.
Pretty soon they were done supervising and ready to play:
Sunday morning I saw this blue jay fluffed up against the cold:
That pic was taken from inside my house (come on, it's cold out there!) and quite a distance away. I am very pleased with the zoom capabilities on the new camera.
And then it was time for an adoption event, my first with the group for whom I am now volunteering.
Looks like a dead day, but the store was actually quite busy - we all took this break in the action to get some pictures.
That orange boy on the right was insanely friendly - I had him out and about on a harness and leash for a good part of the day. There was a lot of interest in him, and a little black cat named Olive found her new home, so it was a good event.
Then I had to transport some of the cats back to their foster homes and head home myself.
Oh, and what did Tinks do this weekend? He was the only smart one in the family - he declared it Sofa City Time and called it good.
A while back I bought a set of Loteria cards on ebay and I've been busy putting them around my doorframes because why not?
I used to have a big mirror hanging in one end of my hallway, but it fell off a while back and when weeks went by and I still hadn't replaced it, I realized that I never looked in that mirror anyway. I thought it might be cool if it looked like there was another world past the end of the hallway, so I took an old tree-of-life bedspread and hung it up there.
So then the rest of the hallway looked awfully boring, so I've been busy hanging crap up there:
The pics on the bottom were taken by me. The pics up top were taken by a professional. But you all could tell that, couldn't you? Ha.
It's been a couple of weeks since I took that pic, and since then I've hung a bunch more stuff on that wall, so I'll have to get an updated photo of it. A pic of the pics.
My sister TIB, the one I no longer speak to because she is a BITCH, has had the same damn print of tropical fish hanging in her living room for, like, the last thirty years. At least it was there the last time I was in her house, over a year ago, which was indeed the LAST TIME I was in her house, because there are very few things I am sure of in life, but one of them is that I will never cross THAT threshold again. I assume the picture is still there. And I will never understand that, how you can hang up a picture, ONE PICTURE IN THE ENTIRE ROOM, and not even a GOOD picture, just a crappy print of some unlikely-colored fish, and leave it there forever. I get itchy if any one thing is in any one place for too long, and pretty soon I'm taking EVERYTHING off the walls and switching stuff up and chucking old stuff and putting up new stuff.
At some point I'm sure I'll get tired of all the stuff currently hanging on all of my walls and take it all down, but for right now I think it looks cool.
Leftover pizza tastes a thousand times better heated up in the oven than it does heated up in the microwave.
I just now learned that when someone is described as "burying the lead" in a newspaper story, it's actually spelled "lede", to distinguish it from the "lead" strip of metal that separates lines of type. Who knew?
I saw some Madeleine cookies in the bakery outlet the other day and gave them a try. Hoo boy. It's like pure butter, in cookie form. Oh yeah.
License plate seen: "I SPRKLE". You sprinkle? Ew.
I was at Walmart the other day and got charged $81.13 for a package of sugar cookies. Turns out the cashier typed in the bar code wrong. And I am left with two thoughts: (a) I am glad I thought to check the receipt; and (b) How often does that happen, exactly?
I got interested in triple, or triptych, frames a while back, when I saw one featuring religious icons in a resale store. I didn't buy it, but it got me interested in the whole triple-frame thing. And then in early December, I went to a flea market in a neighboring town. I saw this triptych frame there:
OooOOOOh, prettttttty, I thought. but I dunno. It would seem kind of ... odd to have pics of people you don't know hanging in your home. And then I thought, well, I could toss the pics and use the frame for something else, but it seems almost cruel to throw away other people's old photos. Not to mention the whole dilemma of how do these photos end up in flea markets in the first place?! Gah. Plus, I was square in the middle of one of my I-don't-need-any-more-STUFF phases, my presence at a flea market notwithstanding.
So I didn't buy the frame. But I kept thinking about it. This particular flea market is only open twice a month, so the next time it was open, right before Christmas, I went back to see if the frame was still there.
But the table on which the frame had been displayed was covered - the seller was not there that day. Drat! Probably out of town for the holidays, I thought.
So the next time the flea market was open, two weeks later, I went back again. I WOULD have that frame, dammit! Except ... the table was covered. AGAIN. SH*T!
Last Sunday, the flea market was open again. I decided that I would go back, ONE MORE TIME. At this point I was fairly certain that I had spent more in gas shlepping back and forth to this flea market than it would have cost me to buy the frame in the first place. Once more into the breach, my friends. I went back.
I walked in, and the table ... was not covered! The seller was back! She was setting up her stuff! But ... would the frame be there still?
IT WAS! The angels sang! Almost giddy, I plopped down my eight bucks (yep - eight bucks) and bought the frame. MinemineminemineALLMINE.
At first I thought it was a mom flanked by her kids, but on closer examination, I think the photo in the middle is of a young woman:
She doesn't look old enough to be the mom of the kids, does she? (Please excuse the reflections. I'm still figuring out the new camera.)
Her dress looks maybe ... 1910s? 1920s?
At first I thought these were two girls:
But I'm not sure. The haircuts would indicate little boys (although I had a haircut JUST LIKE THAT at age five), and I know that boys wore dresses back in the day, so ... maybe these are boys?
Now, THIS one is a little girl, for sure:
Big bow in hair, big bows on shoes ... yep, it's a girl. She is posed leaning on a chair, with some kind of leafy foliage behind her. (I'll try to get better shots if anybody's interested.) The pic of the boys(?) does not have foliage in it, and shows a different piece of furniture, so I'm guessing the two photos were taken in separate studios. I don't know if any of the photos were taken during the same time period, or if they were shot months or years apart. And of course I don't know if these are all members of the same family, or if at some point along the line random pics were inserted into the frame. The back of the frame is pretty fragile, and I'm afraid the whole thing would bust apart if I tried to remove the photos to see if there's writing on the back.
SO MANY MYSTERIES! Obviously, I can't throw the pics away NOW - there's too many questions! So the mystery family is hanging on my living room wall, facing the window so they can see outside. I hope they like their new digs.