*sigh*

Some food for thought.

So many of you only remember Reagan as your "first" president.

Mine?

John F. Kennedy.

I really feel sorry for you. I have all those other men to compare Reagan to, and frankly - he just doesn't hold up.

I want Gerry Ford back, if you don't mind. If I have to have a Republican, that is.

*sigh*

Some food for thought.

So many of you only remember Reagan as your "first" president.

Mine?

John F. Kennedy.

I really feel sorry for you. I have all those other men to compare Reagan to, and frankly - he just doesn't hold up.

I want Gerry Ford back, if you don't mind. If I have to have a Republican, that is.

*sigh*

Some food for thought.

So many of you only remember Reagan as your "first" president.

Mine?

John F. Kennedy.

I really feel sorry for you. I have all those other men to compare Reagan to, and frankly - he just doesn't hold up.

I want Gerry Ford back, if you don't mind. If I have to have a Republican, that is.

Kitty Kitty Kitty

The kids brought Jim another kitten tonight, concerned that it had a bloody nose. Different kitten - just as sweet as the other one - not injured, but this time he took it home himself and made introductions.

I strongly suspect I have a future in kitten placement. If not a whole crop of spay/neuters.

Jim also made the appointment this morning to pick up the cat trap - and made much of the lady's pit bull. Get this - the dog (female) is black and white and BIG. She's also has a temperment of a cow in a field. Hence, the dog's name is Elsie.

Cedric also called back; the vet in Marina says they were only two weeks away from having a litter of kittens in that empty apartment - we're to be contacted when the kittens are born, and yes, we'll consider adopting one of them. Holy merde.

Everywhere I turn, there's another cat issue. What a year. Last year it was baby possums. Even my friend Marian in Whittier is up to her eyeballs in baby things again.

When Cedric brings the carrier back, and I've made arrangements to "fix" whatever the trap catches, I'll begin setting the trap out front. I'm told to go to the nearest Asian market and pick up the cheapest sardines packed in tomato sauce for bait. I'm reminded of my days in commercial production. It's exactly what the animal trainers used when the cats got full of kitty treats. Cats are never too full for sardines - that's the gold standard.

And all of a sudden, I'm the preferred human - Ai-chan is sleeping either on me, or on my clothes. I come home, and wow, jump up and get picked up - little priss usually won't let you touch her. Hiroshi rolls over now and wants his tummy rubbed. And there's plenty of tummy, thank you very much. He also prefers being petted by Jim because with his large hands, he can do the whole cat with one stroke. Me, about half at a time. Nah, we don't indulge our cats.

The kids also looked better this time, too. Now, if we could only get the dickweed firing off the firecrackers, we'd be rosy. When even Spice gets rattled, that's when I call it in - good grief.

A pretty good Monday, all told. Even got some yardwork done before it got too dark. Need cleaning, I do. Steeecky.

Kitty Kitty Kitty

The kids brought Jim another kitten tonight, concerned that it had a bloody nose. Different kitten - just as sweet as the other one - not injured, but this time he took it home himself and made introductions.

I strongly suspect I have a future in kitten placement. If not a whole crop of spay/neuters.

Jim also made the appointment this morning to pick up the cat trap - and made much of the lady's pit bull. Get this - the dog (female) is black and white and BIG. She's also has a temperment of a cow in a field. Hence, the dog's name is Elsie.

Cedric also called back; the vet in Marina says they were only two weeks away from having a litter of kittens in that empty apartment - we're to be contacted when the kittens are born, and yes, we'll consider adopting one of them. Holy merde.

Everywhere I turn, there's another cat issue. What a year. Last year it was baby possums. Even my friend Marian in Whittier is up to her eyeballs in baby things again.

When Cedric brings the carrier back, and I've made arrangements to "fix" whatever the trap catches, I'll begin setting the trap out front. I'm told to go to the nearest Asian market and pick up the cheapest sardines packed in tomato sauce for bait. I'm reminded of my days in commercial production. It's exactly what the animal trainers used when the cats got full of kitty treats. Cats are never too full for sardines - that's the gold standard.

And all of a sudden, I'm the preferred human - Ai-chan is sleeping either on me, or on my clothes. I come home, and wow, jump up and get picked up - little priss usually won't let you touch her. Hiroshi rolls over now and wants his tummy rubbed. And there's plenty of tummy, thank you very much. He also prefers being petted by Jim because with his large hands, he can do the whole cat with one stroke. Me, about half at a time. Nah, we don't indulge our cats.

The kids also looked better this time, too. Now, if we could only get the dickweed firing off the firecrackers, we'd be rosy. When even Spice gets rattled, that's when I call it in - good grief.

A pretty good Monday, all told. Even got some yardwork done before it got too dark. Need cleaning, I do. Steeecky.

Kitty Kitty Kitty

The kids brought Jim another kitten tonight, concerned that it had a bloody nose. Different kitten - just as sweet as the other one - not injured, but this time he took it home himself and made introductions.

I strongly suspect I have a future in kitten placement. If not a whole crop of spay/neuters.

Jim also made the appointment this morning to pick up the cat trap - and made much of the lady's pit bull. Get this - the dog (female) is black and white and BIG. She's also has a temperment of a cow in a field. Hence, the dog's name is Elsie.

Cedric also called back; the vet in Marina says they were only two weeks away from having a litter of kittens in that empty apartment - we're to be contacted when the kittens are born, and yes, we'll consider adopting one of them. Holy merde.

Everywhere I turn, there's another cat issue. What a year. Last year it was baby possums. Even my friend Marian in Whittier is up to her eyeballs in baby things again.

When Cedric brings the carrier back, and I've made arrangements to "fix" whatever the trap catches, I'll begin setting the trap out front. I'm told to go to the nearest Asian market and pick up the cheapest sardines packed in tomato sauce for bait. I'm reminded of my days in commercial production. It's exactly what the animal trainers used when the cats got full of kitty treats. Cats are never too full for sardines - that's the gold standard.

And all of a sudden, I'm the preferred human - Ai-chan is sleeping either on me, or on my clothes. I come home, and wow, jump up and get picked up - little priss usually won't let you touch her. Hiroshi rolls over now and wants his tummy rubbed. And there's plenty of tummy, thank you very much. He also prefers being petted by Jim because with his large hands, he can do the whole cat with one stroke. Me, about half at a time. Nah, we don't indulge our cats.

The kids also looked better this time, too. Now, if we could only get the dickweed firing off the firecrackers, we'd be rosy. When even Spice gets rattled, that's when I call it in - good grief.

A pretty good Monday, all told. Even got some yardwork done before it got too dark. Need cleaning, I do. Steeecky.