Old shmold

Holy shit people. The JH hit the big three freaking oh today. I am so worth all this time and investment, no matter who is doing it. Yay me.

The Kitten Caper - Part 1

At the dollar store I purchased some cat food, two cute cat bowls and a kitten net (similar to a butterfly net). Once we got home I put her name on the bowls. That way she'll know they're hers. I named her "Mutter" (as in speak up I can't understand what you are saying or as in German for "mother"). While waiting for the humane trap to get here (found one for $25 shipping included! They're usually about $65. VALUE!), I am getting her accustomed to walking into something for food. Tricky. I want her comfortable walking into the trap so I made something that resembles it. Remember the rock sifter? It is no longer. We couldn't throw such a useful item out, and this seemed a good way to recycle it. I made the makeshift trap out of a box that held my new pool floatie thing. Bad ass. I can read AND tan AND stay cool. Sorry... I put a white sheet over it as I thought a towel might hold to much heat. It's getting up to 112 degrees here. The chicken wire top lets the light in just like the actual trap will. I also cut some light holes in the side of the box to let light in as well. I'm a thinker. I am The Captor.

I went in to work today and told my boss his part. He agreed to test them all for FIV and FeLV . Once that's established we'll take it from there. He has agreed to spay Mutter and deliver all necessary shots. The kittens are still to young for shots. I am going to break it to him tomorrow that we are also keeping them there. I don't want a cat, let alone 4. Yuck. If Mutter can be subdued and nice, we'll find her a home. If not, at least she's spayed you know?

Here you go. These are the best I could get of them since Mutter was present and I don't want to freak her out enough to move the babies somewhere else. She's got a sweet set up until I rip her and her babies out of it. Um... I mean... until I help her and her precious little ones.

The bait and kitten net, ready for action!














How sweet is this? She's under the porch in the far left corner against the wall. There is an exit on the left and one on the right under the look alike non trap. Mwa ha ha!!














And we thought the sifter no longer had purpose!















You poor poor little thing! You must be starving! Just go ahead in and eat your dinner. Trust me.


















See them way back there? I'll get a better one somehow. For now this shall do.



















PEEK! I see you!




















Cat saver of the world. Or something. This goes against my very nature. I usually get Jim's attention, stealthily open the and yell GO JIM GO!!! I cease to amaze me. Maybe I'm just a giver. Inherently a good person. Yeah.

Finally, a project!

A stray cat had kittens under Mr. F's mom's back porch. There's three that I can see. I have purchased a humane trap for mama cat. I'm telling my boss the plan on Monday and letting him know his part. Your part is to keep reading. This is going to be fun.

Crawl over rocks and be happy.

I have been doing the old back and forth over vehicles lately. The rise in gas prices kicked the ordeal off. Don't get me wrong, I like the Durango. It carries anything and everything. The dogs have enough room to stretch out and truly enjoy the ride. Hatch backs RULE! Also, it hauls serious ass. Who am I kidding here? Where exactly am I hauling ass to? The next red light? But it does move.

So there I was in my tiny room thinking and telling the latest dirty canine in my life all about it. I talk to these poor animals endlessly. To top it off, the radio in the kennel stopped working. I selflessly handed mine over. Let's face it, they need it more. When the dogs start barking like crazy, I can close the door and pretty much ignore it. This does however leave me radioless and in turn I verbally spew all my latest onto whichever dog is closest. I had the nicest little chat with Lucky (= deformed and fear aggressive = not lucky) about which car would be best for JH. I kept appreciating the image of me shooting around town in a little convertible. Convertibles are hot. Then I am talking with my prophet (still not getting into it) and he's grilling me about cars, and of course I am whining about them, and he's asking how selling the Durango is going. It's not. Why not? I don't know, it's just dead in the water. Why do you think that is? Because I loathe the general public. Because I hate anything that has to do with cars unless it's turning the key and hearing the engine rumble. Because it makes me sad to think of driving anything but a Jeep. And there you have it.

Truth is, I'm a Jeep girl. I love them. When a nice looking Jeep drives by, I positively swoon. Sometimes I forget I am driving and almost cause an accident. It's that bad. Or that good. Depends on your outlook. Like how large a vehicle you're driving when the Durango starts heading over the solid yellow line in your direction. There are all kinds of unmarked dirt roads leading off the highway up the road yonder. I automatically wish I could turn off and see where it leads. If I had a Jeep, I could. I would! *sigh* I don't even care about gas. I have a V8 right now so anything is better. I'll remove the back seat and the dogs will have room. I moved my entire apartment in my last Jeep, queen size pull out couch included. Just tell me I don't have room, go ahead, tell me. Is a Jeep not a hatchback of sorts? Of course it is.

Here's the problem. Selling the Durango. It's not that I don't know how to sell something. I just don't want to. The people, the new tires, the time, the headache, the lack of vehicle the next morning when it's time for work, the ongoing patient search for the perfect Jeep when I want one NOW. I know I sound like a spoiled brat. I have it stuck in my head that I should be able to trade keys with someone and walk away seriously happy. Whatever, I'll tell you how it goes. I will absolutely post pictures of the beauty once she's had. Besides, I'm certain you don't want to read about this anymore. Truth be told, I'm getting a little sick of telling you about it.

WEIGHT UPDATE! Tabitha is now a hulking 55#. I should take a picture. It's astounding. I should go on a picture taking bender and post everything I promised. Memory wire bracelets and all.

What's the hype? Green tripe! After reading about it in Whole Dog Journal, courtesy of Kirby & Simon's mom (see M? Digging through other peoples mail gets you places!), I have decided to go on a green tripe mission. If I can't find a butcher that will sell it to me dirt cheap, I'll go right to the source. A cattle ranch. THEY know where to get it cheap. At least I think they do. When I mentioned to Mr. F that we need a small extra freezer because I will be rinsing and cutting up stinky cow stomach in the driveway the answer was "cool". This is a perfect example of why I stay.

My begonias are dying. Fast. 114 degrees just doesn't do it for them. I might drag all five into the house for the summer. They're big so this should be funny. They're either going in the livingroom on the off white carpet (hysterical) or in the kitchen nook where they get full sun but also sort of block the door (just plain awesome). I'm doing it tomorrow because I think they'll be dead by the next day. I'm just going to leave the empty pots out front where they can look like void decorations, or promises to come. Your choice.

When I crave something super, I go to the super store.

This is my 101st entry. It would have been way cooler had I realized this during my last post. We could have had an online leavingbostonfindingjoy 100th post party in cyberspace with pretend clip art balloons and a blog shaped cake with the tastiest tasteless frosting. Man, it would have been a blast.

I'll just become raw energy

My prophet (don't ask, I'm not getting into it) contacted me the other day. The visions and cognitive exercises he bestows upon me are out of this world. I bet it's sad for him to speak with me through a phone. Maybe one day I will have enough knowledge to be able to put aside silly things like my outer shell and the need for material objects. Until then, I guess we're going to have to settle with good old technology eh? *sigh* I do so despise being inept.

So. What is my purpose? Why am I here? Am I just another useless waste of skin going through the motions of life without ever truly existing or seeing the full intention of my being? Am I here to simply eat, text, fuck, sleep, die, etc. (not necessarily in that order mind you)? As I have had these same thoughts thundering through my head day and night without respite I can only come to the conclusion I am not one of those people. Were that the case, I would never have approached any of the above questions and invited them into my head to pummel my brain without respite. Meat puppets do not/can not do things like that after all.

I shall stay the course of this harried hunt for wisdom and general mental well being. If you have any insight, let me in on it for crying out loud.

I'm trying to find my good time... it's here somewhere.

You know, in Boston it might take a tank to stay intact after the beating served up by the roads, and there might be lots of roads that are lacking signage, and everyone might drive like a total douchbag however you'll never be searching for, say, 5th avenue and while driving around the block over and over because damn it, there's 5th boulevard, and 5th terrace, and 5th street, and 5th road, just to find out 5th AVE is over the other side of fucking town which just happens to be a 45 minute ride. OR. Or when you are looking for 201457 whatever street and you know you're dead close because there's 201455 and here comes 201456 and oooooh, wait a minute, is that a mountain? Oh I'm sorry, you didn't know we just stop streets and start them on the other side of things like mountains and indian reservations. Because see, the mountain isn't there if we just keep the roadway going on either side of it or some shit like that. Fuck grids. Mountains are cool though.

Whoever wants to smash Boston's streets, go for it, but every other city is just as fucked up in it's own down syndrome way. It's like that dream I had just before heading out. It bothered me for a long time. Maybe this is evidence it's still bugging me? Anyway, in said dream I was driving and every time I got off the highway to check things out, everything I saw was compiled of everything I had all ready experienced. The houses, the stores, the people, the animals, the fucking plant life. Everything. It was always in a different order, but it was never anything new. I tried breaking it down to the people I spoke with but they gave me that same "she's an odd duck" look I always get when I try to explain what is truly bothering me. Isn't there some truth in that though? Pick your natural disaster or extreme weather and go for it, because it's all the same shit no matter where you make your residence. I feel like a life drone. I swear, if I ever find out we are just meat puppets swinging about on some stage for the entertainment of others, I won't even blink.

So I'm going to
go ahead and try to sleep
off this bitter pill

night night