Like a lot of families at this time of year, life has been hectic this week for mine. It was our first full week of Homeschooling for the new school year, I took my girl puppies to get spayed, observed September 11th by talking about it with my kids, and have been worrying over my cats after six out of the seven got sick – I think most of them have colds, we have had some damp and chilly weather lately, on days when it wasn’t hot and humid or pouring rain.
The dogs got through their operations just fine and are already running around with their mother and brothers like nothing happened. My puppies will have their first birthday next month. The kids are settling into their new routine and seem to be alright with the “school” books I selected for them this year. Every year I ask them if they want to go back to public school, and every year they politely decline. They have become hooked on freedom, apparently! It’s the cats that I have been losing sleep over.
The only cat that didn’t get sick this week is the one who hardly ever comes home (she seems to think that she is the neighbor’s cat). Everyone else had stopped eating, and became listless, and “The Kitty Family” of three (mother & father cat and their year and a half old baby) got some kind of scabby rash on and under their noses – none of them wanted to be touched and spent much of the week hiding in the ceiling of my basement. My oldest cat, Zeke, is fifteen years old. I don’t think he has what the others got, I think he is just suddenly really feeling his age. All Zeke wants to do is sleep in the sun on the driveway or sleep cuddled next to me or my husband on the bed. I have a feeling that Zeke may be fixing to join dear friends and family on the other side of that famous bridge, you know, the rainbow one, some time soon. One kitty had a sore paw, which thankfully got better after a few days. None of the cats wanted cat food, even when I tried different kinds, so I finally gave them first the “juice” from people tuna cans and then they graduated to eating the actual tuna and the kitty family seems better – they came upstairs today and are friendly again. So I bought more people tuna for the cats.
I have been struggling all day trying to think of what to write about today and hit a complete mental block, so I figured I would just start writing about what was on mind, and what is on my mind are my pets. They are all wonderful friends and our lives are infinitely better for their company. If you are the kind of person who is willing to pray for animals, I’d sure appreciate it if you could send some words to the man upstairs for mine.
The world outside my little woodland shack continues to go on spinning, so here are some links to some things:
Remember when comic books used to be fun? I do. It was before the social justice warriors got hold of them. Leftists have to politicize EVERYTHING. Superman is now defending foreign invaders from a “white supremacist”. Nothing is sacred, and no entertainment venues are safe from the long preachy arm of leftism. (H/T Instapundit)
Someone posted an improvement to the new Superman story at Reddit:
People still can’t tell the difference between former trump staffer Sean Spicer and his parody, Sean Spicier, on Twitter, and it is still hilarious. Related: a while back I wrote about fun Twitter parodies here.
Maybe I will stop asking my kids if they want to go back to public school. Report: Tuscon High School Forces Students to Attend Pro-DACA Rally
John McCain continues his streak of being wrong on every issue, and being an obnoxious, obstructionist, #NeverTrump Democrat operative in the Republican party.
Don’t get your news about President Donald Trump from far left kooks like Ninny Piglousy.
They will take my July 4th Independence Day celebration away over my dead rotting body! Australia Day banned for being raaaaacist.
Don Surber teaches us a new word, and gives an important lesson about chemistry and swamp draining.
Have a nice weekend, everyone.
MJ Stevenson, AKA Zilla, is best known on the web as Zilla at MareZilla.com. She lives in a woodland shack near a creek, in one of those rural parts of New York State that nobody knows or cares about, with her family and a large pack of guardian companion animals.