To Catch a Cat

There's a feral cat who's been appearing around my place for a few years now, off and on.   He'd show up on my gamecam, and occasionally I'd catch him sneaking in through the cat door in the morning to eat some of permacats' food.  He's really a pretty cat, black with green eyes.

But he fought with my cats and sprayed all over everything, and you KNOW he was busy making lots of little ferals with whichever females were available.  So whenever I'd trap for other people and I thought there might be an extra neuter appointment available, I'd set a trap for the feral, but he wouldn't go in.  I don't know if he'd been trapped before or had maybe seen another cat get trapped at some point, but he wasn't falling for it.

Things took on an added urgency last week, when one of my gamecam pics seemed to show that he could be wearing an embedded collar. The picture was taken at night, by my lesser-res gamecam, so it was hard to tell, but I decided that it was time to bring this boy IN.  The rescue I volunteer for helped me get a neuter appointment for yesterday, and I started leaving the trap in the garage every night, with the safety on so he would go in and eat withOUT being trapped.

At first he was all, oh HELL no lady I ain't that dumb:

So I moved the food to the open end of the trap, and every night I would move it back a little further into the trap.

Slowly he turned, inch by inch, step by step:

And then it was Monday night, with the neuter appointment for first thing Tuesday morning.  I baited the trap,  unlatched the safety, and waited.

The moment before:

And SUCCESS!:

I was sitting in the living room and I HEARD that trap go off, and I felt liked I'd just hit a home run in the World Series.  I GOT HIM!

I hurried out, took a couple of victory photos because I'm only human:

then quickly covered the trap and put it in a dark corner of the garage until I could take him to the neuter appointment Tuesday morning.  He came through surgery just fine, and while he was out I had his ear notched so that if anyone ever traps him again, they will know he's been neutered.  Turns out he wasn't wearing a collar after all, and was apparently healthy. I had him vaccinated, and they even trimmed his nails while he was under. 

Last night he came back from the vet's, and within a couple of hours of being released, he was back for some chow.

This cat is feral, and will likely always BE a feral, but when I dropped him off at the vet's for surgery they needed a name for their records, and so he is now Good Boy.  Because I believe in naming something what you hope it will be, not what it is. :)

Mama Minkie finds a home

Minkie, my current foster, took a long and circuitous route to get here.  She was obviously somebody's pet at some point, because she was socialized.   She found herself somehow living in a barn out in the country until the barn burned down and she took refuge under a neighbor's porch.  They worked hard to gain her trust, and she came into their house to have her kittens (!), but they had an aggressive-to-cats dog and she couldn't stay. So she ended up at the rescue, and as I had a vacant room at the time, she and her litter came to stay with me last October.

The kittens grew, as kittens do, and got adopted, in pairs. Which left sweet Minkie, who was so afraid of new situations that I hesitated to take her to the adoption center to stay. So I started taking her in on Saturdays, getting her used to the new environment.

There were several people interested in her, but they didn't pass the application process.  Lots of people loved her beautiful blue eyes, but no one seemed to be the right person for her.

Until today, when a woman who had adopted from the center before and had experience in dealing with cats who need special care decided that maybe she could give the right home to Minkie.  She came in to see her today, and the rest is history.  Minkie has a home!

Congratulations, Minkie!  I'll always remember what a sweet girl you are.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Ah, the late Seventies.   Gotta love the outfits! But still a great song.

Dining Out

Everybody's got a few great stories.  Tales about something outrageous that happened to them, or someone famous they met, or that time in elementary school when they made the national news.

A friend of mine calls them "dining out" stories - Anecdotes so entertaining that people will take you out to dinner in order to hear them.

For me, it's growing up in a (possibly) (probably) haunted house.  See also:  The times I've mowed over yellowjacket nests.  Oh, and the racoon-in-the-bedroom story is always good for a few laughs.

How about you?  Any good dining-out stories?

How did I become such a nerd?

So, I got home from work with a massive headache tonight, so I figured I'd eat some dinner and then switch on the opening ceremonies at the Olympics while I zoned out for the evening, and then Katie Couric mentioned that what I was watching on my TV was "augmented reality", i.e., what I was seeing was not what was being seen by people actually in the stadium. So then I wondered what the difference was between "augmented reality" and "alternative facts", and down the research rabbit hole I went.

Mama Minkie gets a gift.

Mama Minkie, my current foster, had her debut public appearance yesterday.  

  Being a famous celebrity is so TIRING!

And when we got home, there was a gift waiting for Minkie!

"Oh look!  One of my many fans sent me a present!"

"Well, open it up, lady, will you?"

The gift-opening was then delayed for several hours while Minkie took a nap in the box:

"Okay, lady, let's go - open it up!"

Look - it's a gift from James Fitter, aka Ginny!

"We are gonna have a blast with this thing!  Thank you, Ginny!

Now excuse me while I explore my new digs."

 

You Can't Make This Stuff Up

So!  Last night, when I got home from work, I had a voicemail on my home phone from my old boss at my old job.

He wanted to know if I'd done the W2s for the company yet.

The company that I no longer work for.  The company that I haven't worked for in several months.  The company that unceremoniously downsized me after 30 years with no severance and no pension and a grand total of two weeks' notice.

To tell the truth, I was somewhere between amused and flabbergasted when I listened to that voicemail.  What did he think?  That I had come back to the office at some point (and I don't even know if the office is even in the same location anymore - at the time I left, he was supposedly preparing for a move), let myself in (with a key I no longer have) accessed the spreadsheets on my old computer (that I no longer remember the passwords for), and magically prepared the W2s for 2017, out of the goodness of my heart?

Oh, my.

I didn't trust myself to return the call without totally telling him where to get off, so I emailed him that no, as I was no longer a company employee, I had not prepared the W2s. I explained how to access the pertinent spreadsheets and advised him as to how to contact the IRS re e-filing.  I also told him where the paper files had been at the time of my departure if he wanted to access those for reference.  (Keep in mind that he hadn't bothered to do anything regarding the W2s until January 31, the day he was required by law to have them released by.)

There.  I'd gone above and beyond, considering I was no longer an employee and hadn't been  one for several months.

But wait!  It gets better!

When I got home from work tonight, I had an email from a former co-worker.   Demanding to know why I'd screwed him (and his entire family!) over by not preparing the W2s ONCE I KNEW I'D BEEN CANNED LAST SPRING.

That's right.  According to this former co-worker, once I'd gotten the old pink slip last spring, I should have sat right down and prepared everybody's W2s for the year right there, on the spot.  To spare him any inconvenience lo these many months in the future when he was ready to prepare his taxes.

I replied, explaining that W2s cannot be prepared until the end of each calendar year, because employees often come and go during the course of a year and I had no way of knowing what may have happened with payroll in between the time I got canned last spring  and the end of  the year.  I reminded him that I had not been employed by that company for SEVERAL MONTHS, and that it was the responsibility of the company, not myself personally, to make sure that W2s were released in a timely manner.

I called him a "dumb fuck", and I ended with email with, "In conclusion, fuck you".

My only regret is that I forgot to add  "... and the horse you rode in on."

It sure has been an interesting week, I'll give it that.

Winter Sunsets

I keep a little camera in my car, and all winter, as I headed home from work each night, any time there was a pretty sunset I'd snap a quick pic.  But now the days are getting longer (OH YES THEY ARE!), so I won't be heading home at sunset unless I'm working late. So I thought I'd post some of my favorite sunsets from this winter here.

 

 

 Not a sunset, but my favorite tree on the commute:

Tonight's sunset:

I made it through the rain

(kudos to anybody who remembers that old Barry Manilow song!)

Well, today I hit the six-month mark at my current job, meaning that I am no longer an at-will employee and can only be fired for cause, and, more importantly, that I can now transfer to any position within the organization while still keeping my accrued PTO, benefits, etc.  WOOT!

I've got to be honest, here.  I have NO IDEA how I made it through the past six months without quitting.  The complete and total lack of organizational and departmental support for new employees is f*cking appalling.  (at about the three-month mark, I was told by my supervisor to "stop asking questions" about policies and procedures because nobody had the time to answer them.) The work load itself is overwhelming - I continue to fill two full-time positions by myself.  This job SUCKS.  The only reason I stuck it out thus far is because I figured that having *a* job was better than having *no* job, but I have absolutely zero interest in holding on to this job long-term.  Now I just have to decide whether to start applying for different jobs within the same company, or, given the crappy nature of the company itself, to stick it out to the one-year mark (so I can put it on my resume without looking like a job-hopper) and then jump ship entirely!

Options!  I have them!  And I can't wait to use them!  haha. :)

Mesothelioma and the Talking Heads

So, there's this commercial that plays on one of the cable stations pretty much constantly.  It's an advertisement for (I think) some kind of medication for Mesothelioma.  Or maybe it's a law firm's ad for clients affected by Mesothelioma.  I'm not really sure.

But ANYWAY, it's just this guy talking, and he starts out, "People who have been diagnosed with Mesothelioma have many questions. ‘How did I GET this disease?’”

And every time, EVERY TIME this commercial plays, my mind goes straight to the Talking Heads song, "Once in a Lifetime".

"And you may find yourself in a beautiful house

With a beautiful wife

And you may ask yourself, well,

How did I GET here?"

  

and that damn song, straight outta my high school days, just keeps going on and on in my head,

"THIS is not my beautiful house!

THIS is not my beautiful wife!"

Anybody else? Anybody else see that commercial and go immediately to the Talking Heads?  No?  Just me?  Yeah, I was afraid of that. :)

 

Freaky Friday: It's a Christmas miracle!

Some of you who have been reading here for a while may recall that when anything even slightly unusual happens this time of year, I like to describe it as a Christmas miracle, because why not?  Found a good parking spot?  It's a Christmas miracle!  Grabbed the last raspberry pie at the store? Christmas miracle!  You get the picture.

But this year, guys ... this year ...

Some of you may remember Bunnyman, aka Angel Rabbit Man, the ceramic rabbit with the body of a man and also wings.  Oh, yeah.   And then there was Son of Bunnyman.  And then I did the whole Bus Stop thing, featuring Bunnyman. And despite doing some research, I never could discover the origins of Bunnyman.  Still haven't.

But the other day I stopped by a thrift store, and ...

another Bunnyman.

I saw him at the thrift store amid the knick-knacks and coffee cups and snatched him up. He didn't have a price tag, but really ... would any price be too much to pay for an elusive Bunny Man?

When I got up to the register, the cashier said, "Oh wow,  this is really ..."   I waited for her to say "weird", or "strange", or "odd", but instead she said, "cool.  I don't know what it is, but I like it!"  and she charged me a buck.

It's a Christmas miracle! A true Christmas miracle!  :)

Well, of course I had to dress him up a little:

... and arrange a reunion with his long-lost brother:

and reconfigure the Bus Stop:

Christmas miracles, guys. They're out there.

Art Project

Me:  "Okay, Campers, we need to make a poster, and we need to make it look pretty. Let's get to work!"

"Let's make it say, "Thank you, Kris" and ... a Christmas tree?  You want to add a Christmas tree?  Umm ... okay ..."

"and reindeer?  You want reindeer?  Sure, go ahead:"

"Santa and his sleigh?  Oh, why not ..."

"Wait a minute ... NO GLITTER.  I draw the line at glitter.  Jeez:"

"And now you say that YOU make the best decoration of all?  Well, I guess I can't argue with that, Campers."

Thank you, Kris,  for your jaw-droppingly-amazing donation to Every Dog's Dream.  It is truly appreciated by everyone at the rescue, and by all the dogs, cats, rabbits, guinea pigs, and who-knows-what'll-come-through-the-door-next.  :)  I hope you and your loved ones have the best holiday ever.  Thank you!

Pet Cemetery

I had to pick up some traps at a house out in the sticks today, so I thought I'd swing by a nearby cemetery.

There are some famous residents here:

And some not-so-famous.  I don't know why I can walk through a human cemetery with no problem, but a pet cemetery makes me teary every time.

Anybody know what Psalm 23:6 is?

*sob*  Excuse me while I go hug my cats.