Today both my arm and head hurt really bad. I went to church with the family, but didn't stay very long. Instead I came back and found my friend, Cali, waiting by the door for my return.
Cali is a cat. She is not MY cat. She belongs to our next door neighbor, if anyone. They got her fixed, got her shots, but after that, Cali is just let to her own outside. She is basically feral, but over a long time we have become best friends. She comes into our house, walks around, sometimes hides. She often won't let a soul pet her, and don't you DARE try to pick her up. You'll get bit for that. But when SHE feels like it, like today, she will come cuddle up next you, moving and positioning your arms around her like you are holding a little baby. She is the weirdest, awesomest cat. She gets to you. My dad, self-proclaimed cat HATER and dog tolerater, loves this quirky cat.
I really do feel like we are kindred spirits, Cali and I. Even though she is a cat, she is one of my best friends. I probably should not admit that. Hee hee hee!
But today is not Catter's Day. It's Father's Day.
And despite all the times I am pissed at my padre, he is a good dad. He is funny. He holds his priesthood worthily. He puts up with my animals in the house. And, for better or worse, Padre is MY DAD. He is part of who I am.
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Sunday, June 19, 2011
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Pussy Cat[s and VooDoo] Dolls
Well, I am at the Padres' house with the kitten for our Father's Day/Mom's B-day Party watching the very boring Somewhere in Time...on TV.... which is ironic since that, on DVD is what I GAVE Mom for her birthday! I gave Padre a golf voodoo doll and some good salad dressing. Church was okay. Oddly there WAS one person there I knew... Kelly W.(Mali, YOU know her! From the old ward!) It was a TINY ward... about 40 people according to the guy who invited us. I... don't know. I will go back and try it again, at least.
As for the pussy cat, Marco is, officially, a GIRL. And she seems pretty healthy, her nose, eyes, poop, etc. All good. She is doing very well. This is what I put on Petfinder today. Oh, and Did you know that June is Adopt-a-Shelter-Cat month? 
I hope that that also translates to Adopt-a-Never-Taken-to-a-Shelter-but-still-in-great-need-
of-a-Loving-Home-Cat month, too. Anyway, yeah. Marco's ad:
I don't want a cat.
But I DO wish I had some way to keep Marco. But in any circumstance I am likely to have DOGS in my life, and if things go the way they look they might, very large kitten-eating dogs. I can't BE a cat person, not even an exceptionally-FUNNY-cat person.
If I WERE to have a cat, well, Marco would be what I would want. Not the rubby, fat, lazy kind. The frisky crazy funny kind. Like Cassie was as a dog... though she was the first type too. But dogs, well, you WANT a different kind of loyalty from a dog anyway. Either way, I love my Cassie more than anything. I miss her terribly. And, as kitties go, I am really adoring Marco. I really really want someone to LOVE her and know how wonderful she is. I want to find her the PERFECT home. I made the mistake of saying so to Mom in front of Padre who said "you know what is perfect? Anywhere, besides you, that won't kill her. That is all you need."
SIGH.
So, if you know someone... I mean that adoption fee thing, I don't NEED it, but just is a way to be sure she gets her shots ad gets spayed with out me putting forth more money on a darling I don't get to keep. Even then, if I HAVE to, I may get the vet stuff done beforehand. But I just think someone adopting her ought to at least be prepared to have a vet, you know?
I just... I wish I could truly HAVE a zoo and take care of *all* the critters that pad into my life. Martin... Plicethenese... Suzy... Marco...
But I can't be responsible for everything and everyone. But I feel better if I at least know that, like Plice and Suzy they have wonderful forever homes. That pic IS Plice, a photo from his daddies. Still a beautiful combo of his mama Nani and daddy Heber. If I can just know Marco is HAPPY... I won't cry so much.
So... yeah. If you know of a worthy mama or daddy for my little SpazCat, PLEASE let me know?
As for the pussy cat, Marco is, officially, a GIRL. And she seems pretty healthy, her nose, eyes, poop, etc. All good. She is doing very well. This is what I put on Petfinder today. Oh, and Did you know that June is Adopt-a-Shelter-Cat month? 
I hope that that also translates to Adopt-a-Never-Taken-to-a-Shelter-but-still-in-great-need-of-a-Loving-Home-Cat month, too. Anyway, yeah. Marco's ad:
Little Miss "Marco Polo" is no ordinary kitten... but for the right person, I think she'd be PERFECT!That's right... I said VIDEO. I just put Marco on You Tube! hee hee hee!
When the day camp kids heard her crying from inside a brick wall filling with water in the rain, it was no easy thing to get her out with our hands intact! She was hissing scratching, spitting, and biting... not surprising for a frightened, half-drowned wild kitten! But she has come SO far since then!
Marco is still shy and likes to hide, and doesn't love to be held often... but she is hilarious and frisky and spazzes out at random times! We think she chases the GHOSTS of mice! She will make an EXCELLENT mouser, though, I am sure. She still has a wild streak and is a little hunter and even LOOKS like a wild cat, especially her adorable spotted belly. And even with her kitten craziness and starting out feral, she seems to love attention and company. She is eager for visits from her foster people, but I bet she would adore a furry friend, too. Also, she has NEVER had an accident. Even when she was wild and got loose in my house and in our WALLS she snuck out to go potty in a litter box! (Kudos to the Cat Attract litter people! WOW!) She makes EVERYTHING a toy. She loves Purina Pro Plan kitten food in the can and eats it very healthily... when she can quit playing long enough to eat it!
I already love this kitten. She is DARLING. I keep a little collar on her with a bell so I can tell where she is when she is "stalking" me or being shy. Her eyes change COLOR from the brightest blue to hazel. A cat with MOOD EYES?! How cool is that?!
Anyway, all this goes to say, I would love Marco to go to someone who TRULY LOVES HER. Someone who embraces her "wild side" but can be patient to get her more cuddly someday, perhaps. She may not be able to be an "outside cat" as I am not sure she wouldn't revert to being wild again, but in time you may be able to get her to adapt to any safe environment.
Also, I would like to know she is going to get the care she needs... AND not contribute to more homeless pets like her. Therefore, though Petfinder requires an Adoption Fee, I will *fully refund* it with proof of getting Marco fixed and appropriate shots. Say, $40... but you will get everything back when you show the vet stuff (or Marco's belly. hee hee!)
Also, she comes with all of the stuff I ran out and bought when I brought her home wet and muddy and hissing from work at the day camp...
bowls
litter box
several toys (though she prefers pieces of crumpled paper, ping pong balls, pop bottle lids, etc. hee hee hee!)
collar with bell
food
blankie
treats
Pictures (and videos) are available upon request!
I don't want a cat.
But I DO wish I had some way to keep Marco. But in any circumstance I am likely to have DOGS in my life, and if things go the way they look they might, very large kitten-eating dogs. I can't BE a cat person, not even an exceptionally-FUNNY-cat person.
If I WERE to have a cat, well, Marco would be what I would want. Not the rubby, fat, lazy kind. The frisky crazy funny kind. Like Cassie was as a dog... though she was the first type too. But dogs, well, you WANT a different kind of loyalty from a dog anyway. Either way, I love my Cassie more than anything. I miss her terribly. And, as kitties go, I am really adoring Marco. I really really want someone to LOVE her and know how wonderful she is. I want to find her the PERFECT home. I made the mistake of saying so to Mom in front of Padre who said "you know what is perfect? Anywhere, besides you, that won't kill her. That is all you need."
SIGH.
So, if you know someone... I mean that adoption fee thing, I don't NEED it, but just is a way to be sure she gets her shots ad gets spayed with out me putting forth more money on a darling I don't get to keep. Even then, if I HAVE to, I may get the vet stuff done beforehand. But I just think someone adopting her ought to at least be prepared to have a vet, you know?
I just... I wish I could truly HAVE a zoo and take care of *all* the critters that pad into my life. Martin... Plicethenese... Suzy... Marco...But I can't be responsible for everything and everyone. But I feel better if I at least know that, like Plice and Suzy they have wonderful forever homes. That pic IS Plice, a photo from his daddies. Still a beautiful combo of his mama Nani and daddy Heber. If I can just know Marco is HAPPY... I won't cry so much.
So... yeah. If you know of a worthy mama or daddy for my little SpazCat, PLEASE let me know?
Brave New Ward and Sunday Surveys
Yesterday I worked a birthday party and though the birthday boy was very cute (he was turning 1. Why pay over $100 on a party for a kid who I am pretty sure I earned my tip just by playing peekaboo with a balloon? He would have been just as happy with a party at home... if there was balloons and cake. He loved the goat (my Ambrosia, now much bigger, but still MY baby who likes me and lets me hold her!) but just called it a "Do[g]" and patted it. hee hee hee! Still it was a good party. And it's a living. But it WORE ME OUT. And today I am just exhausted.
HOWEVER...
I am going to church. NO. EXCUSES.
Even though I HAVE excuses. Like that 1. I will have to go home to pee because I have a 24 HOUR urine test that has to be kept on ice. Eeew. And 2. It's Father's Day and yesterday was my Mom's birthday and I have stuff to wrap. (okay, that's a sucky excuse anyway. hee hee hee. But the urine one?) ANYWAY, I AM going. AND I am going to be brave and try a NEW WARD.
The Roomie tried this one back in the day and did NOT like it because, ummm, it reminded her too much of work. But a guy from it came buy the other day sort of recruiting and 1. I was thinking of changing anyway... going to church with the fam. And I may still. but for now I thought I should at least check it OUT because 2. I do not LIKE my ward. Egg throwing, dog murdering, weirdos. It is MUCH BETTER than it was. But now it is nicer but at 9 am. Which leads us to 3. My ward is at 9. This one is at 1.
Therefore, that is my plan of the day. Scope out Special Park ward.
And now, on to nonsense!
Wow. That's a pretty accurate sandwich. *blush*
I don't remember... being very YOUNG at the time I was born...
Sigh. More about this over there.
Scattegories (from CC)
SCATTERGORIES...it's harder than it looks!
Rules:
1* Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following...
2* They MUST be real places, names, things...NOTHING made up!
3* If you can't think of anything, skip it.
4* Try to use different answers if the person before you had the same 1st initial.
5* You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question...
I have done mine. You can replace my answers with yours and send on to your friends to see if they can do it. Now Go!
Your Name: BethAnn
1. Famous Singer/Band: OOh! Beatles AND Barenaked Ladies, of course!
2. 4 Letter Word: boob (I know, scandalous. hee hee hee)
3. Street Name:
4. Color: Black
5. Gifts/Presents: Books!
6. Vehicle: Solstice..... gahhhhhhhhhh
7. Things In A Souvenir Shop: Boxed card sets?
8. Boy Name: BOB!
9. Girl Name: BOB! Oh... sorry... Betsy... Ross... it was just flag day. She could cut a 5 pointed star with one snip, you know.
10. Movie Title: Big Fish
11. Drink: Black Cherry Fresca. Mmmmm....
12. Occupation: Blender Repairman
13. Flower: Bachelor Buttons
14. Celebrity: Brendan Fraser
15. Magazine/Book: The Bad Beginning by Lemony Snicket
16. Pro Sports Teams: Da Bears... Da Bulls...
17. Fruit: Blueberries
18. Reason For Being Late For Work: Boss asked you to buy De-chlor for goldfish on the way and there was major traffic in American Form by Animal Ark
19. Something You Throw Away: Bad fruit and veggies (seriously, can NOTHING stay fresh longer than a week in our fridge?!)
20. Things You Shout: Bite me!
So, Buddy is cracking me up. He is talking up a STORM ever since The Roomie started playing him clips of creepy smart parakeet Victor. I think he wants to BE Victor. Anyway, right now he is up there saying "Victor!" and whistling. Poor McKenzie. She loves him... and he has a gay crush on a Celebirdy.
Speaking of pets, The Roomie's sister has opted NOT to take Marco. Therefore, I am going to be putting him on Petfinder this week, after I get him checked out and am SURE he is a him so I can say so in the ad. SIGH. I am going to miss that kitten TERRIBLY. But he needs to go to his real home soon so THEY have a chance to bond with him. But I love Marco more than I thought I could ANY cat especially in such a short time. That wild thing invaded my heart with record speed. SIGH.
And now it is time for church. I wish I didn't feel nervous. TTYL
HOWEVER...
I am going to church. NO. EXCUSES.
Even though I HAVE excuses. Like that 1. I will have to go home to pee because I have a 24 HOUR urine test that has to be kept on ice. Eeew. And 2. It's Father's Day and yesterday was my Mom's birthday and I have stuff to wrap. (okay, that's a sucky excuse anyway. hee hee hee. But the urine one?) ANYWAY, I AM going. AND I am going to be brave and try a NEW WARD.
The Roomie tried this one back in the day and did NOT like it because, ummm, it reminded her too much of work. But a guy from it came buy the other day sort of recruiting and 1. I was thinking of changing anyway... going to church with the fam. And I may still. but for now I thought I should at least check it OUT because 2. I do not LIKE my ward. Egg throwing, dog murdering, weirdos. It is MUCH BETTER than it was. But now it is nicer but at 9 am. Which leads us to 3. My ward is at 9. This one is at 1.
Therefore, that is my plan of the day. Scope out Special Park ward.
And now, on to nonsense!
| What Your Peanut Butter And Jelly Sandwich Means |
 Your eating style is gluttonous. If you like something, you're going back for seconds... no matter how full you are! You don't really have a sweet tooth. If you go for dessert, you tend to go for something light. Your taste in food tends to be complex and sophisticated. You're probably a great cook, and talented at mixing unusual flavors. You belong to a class that's all your own. You resist rules and traditions of any sort. You never really grew up. While your childlike innocence is charming, you often just come across as a big baby. Precise and controlled, you can be a bit anal retentive when it comes to how you like things. You're definitely a perfectionist. |
Wow. That's a pretty accurate sandwich. *blush*
| In 1979 (the year you were born) |
 Jimmy Carter is president of the US A major accident occurs at a nuclear reactor on Three Mile Island near Middletown, PA An American Airlines DC-10 loses its engine and crashes seconds after takeoff, killing 275 people Hurricane David kills over 1200 in the US and the Dominican Republic Some 90 people, including 63 Americans, are taken hostage at the American Embassy in Tehran, Iran The Soviet Union invades Afghanistan ESPN starts broadcasting Aaliyah, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Norah Jones, Heath Ledger, and Kate Hudson are born Pittsburgh Pirates win the World Series Pittsburgh Steelers win Superbowl XIII Montreal Canadiens win the Stanley Cup Kramer vs. Kramer is the top grossing film Sophie's Choice by William Styron is published "My Sharona" by The Knack spends the most time at the top of the US charts The Facts of Life premiers |
I don't remember... being very YOUNG at the time I was born...
Sigh. More about this over there.
Scattegories (from CC)
SCATTERGORIES...it's harder than it looks!
Rules:
1* Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following...
2* They MUST be real places, names, things...NOTHING made up!
3* If you can't think of anything, skip it.
4* Try to use different answers if the person before you had the same 1st initial.
5* You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question...
I have done mine. You can replace my answers with yours and send on to your friends to see if they can do it. Now Go!
Your Name: BethAnn
1. Famous Singer/Band: OOh! Beatles AND Barenaked Ladies, of course!
2. 4 Letter Word: boob (I know, scandalous. hee hee hee)
3. Street Name:
4. Color: Black
5. Gifts/Presents: Books!
6. Vehicle: Solstice..... gahhhhhhhhhh
7. Things In A Souvenir Shop: Boxed card sets?
8. Boy Name: BOB!
9. Girl Name: BOB! Oh... sorry... Betsy... Ross... it was just flag day. She could cut a 5 pointed star with one snip, you know.
10. Movie Title: Big Fish
11. Drink: Black Cherry Fresca. Mmmmm....
12. Occupation: Blender Repairman
13. Flower: Bachelor Buttons
14. Celebrity: Brendan Fraser
15. Magazine/Book: The Bad Beginning by Lemony Snicket
16. Pro Sports Teams: Da Bears... Da Bulls...
17. Fruit: Blueberries
18. Reason For Being Late For Work: Boss asked you to buy De-chlor for goldfish on the way and there was major traffic in American Form by Animal Ark
19. Something You Throw Away: Bad fruit and veggies (seriously, can NOTHING stay fresh longer than a week in our fridge?!)
20. Things You Shout: Bite me!So, Buddy is cracking me up. He is talking up a STORM ever since The Roomie started playing him clips of creepy smart parakeet Victor. I think he wants to BE Victor. Anyway, right now he is up there saying "Victor!" and whistling. Poor McKenzie. She loves him... and he has a gay crush on a Celebirdy.
Speaking of pets, The Roomie's sister has opted NOT to take Marco. Therefore, I am going to be putting him on Petfinder this week, after I get him checked out and am SURE he is a him so I can say so in the ad. SIGH. I am going to miss that kitten TERRIBLY. But he needs to go to his real home soon so THEY have a chance to bond with him. But I love Marco more than I thought I could ANY cat especially in such a short time. That wild thing invaded my heart with record speed. SIGH.
And now it is time for church. I wish I didn't feel nervous. TTYL
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