Friday, January 30, 2015

Chuck Norris

Chuck Norris is feeling great and ready for his forever home.  Eye infection has cleared, worms and ear mites gone....he is exploring my garage and ready.

I'm not though.

Aw, gees, I love this guy.  Chuck Norris is extraordinary.  I have never met a cat that is so touch-oriented.  He will sit next to me for hours, just leaning on me.  He will go prone--belly-up to have it rubbed forever.  If I didn't know better, I'd say he's had a home...but he never has. I was witness to his kitten-hood out in the parking lot at work.

Helene and her family will be getting a great kitty on Saturday.  My car will be back in the garage...and I....will be sad. 

Joe and I contemplated last night...."Do you think Helene would notice if we gave her Grace instead of Chuck Norris?"  Uh....yeah.  She's a cabillion years old, eats like crap and throws up all the time.  I think she would notice.


I love you, Chuck Norris.  Letting you go is one of the hardest things ever.  

Thursday, January 29, 2015

There's always a bigger fish....

So, I looked out the window the other morning and saw this.   Please bear in mind that the typical death ring of feathers is about 3 feet in diameter--this was about 5 feet.  It was a BIG killing.

And the feathers were not tiny either.

Of course I have to pick through them, looking for clues to determine who murdered whom in the yard.

And no, Hobbes was in the house, just in case you were thinking he got spunky and murdered a bird.  Nope.  He only murders kitty treats.

Joe ran in the house to google "Coopers' Hawk feathers" because he thinks it was a Coopers Hawk that got it.  He was right. 

Now to determine who ate him.  I'm guessing it was a "bigger" hawk because I am smart like that. 

Either way, it was a gruesome discovery.  And for the record, Hobbes still did not venture outside to explore the carnage.

So, the moral of the story is:  Even if you think you are the big hawk, you are not. There is always a bigger hawk out there who will eat you to pieces.  Literally and figuratively. 

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Ebola Joe

Worried about germs?  Afraid of catching a cold or maybe the flu?
Don't play Yahtzee with Joe.

Just sayin'.

Monday, January 26, 2015

Room with a View

I'm not the kind of gal to worry about what sort of desk I have, where it sits or if I have a window--it's just not important to me.  To me, my identity is not my space--I think I'm a little deeper than that.  Isn't it more important to do your job and do it well?  Who cares where you sit when you are doing it?

Window, schmidow.  I just go into work, do my job and go as few hours as possible.  I don't make lunch dates, I don't fraternize in the break room and I certainly don't take time to daydream out the window.  I'm a "let's work here and live our social lives at home" sorta gal.  I can tell you, this attitude sorta bugs the peeps at work. Whatever.

Back in my Cube 3 days, Irene surprised me with my own window for my birthday. Now the window has been officially inflated and hung up in the new space.    And while I love my private beach view, there are those who seem to be jealous of my window.  "Ohhhhh, you have a window?" they ask.  "Uh....yeah," I answer sheepishly "it's inflatable."  You'd think I had a real one for god's sake.

Apparently, I've got clout and high esteem in that faux view.  And it's a beach front view too.   Wow. I must be moving up in the business world, eh?

Friday, January 23, 2015

Chuck Norris ain't no Pretty Girl

There was a report of 3 more ferals being poisoned at our location, so we amped up the rescue effort.  I got a text at 1:30 in the morning, the colony caretaker was out in the cold, trapping whoever she could get.  And yes, our one friendly feral was one that she got.  Hooray!

We've been trying to get this guy since Christmas and then he sort of disappeared.  I would see him during the day, but the caretaker could not get him when she was doing her night feedings.  She told me that "she" answered to "Pretty Girl" and would come running when she called that out in the dark parking lot.  No luck for weeks--now we had "her."

I made arrangements with blog friend, Helene, to adopt her, then made a vet appointment and plans to pick up the kitty after work.  All this in the midst of the big office move.  When it rains, it pours....

My vet not only agreed to see a feral cat, but then spent an hour with us, going over every inch of this sweet kitty to make sure "she" was not carrying any disease.  She came up negative for FIV and Feline leukemia, but had some mites, worms and an eye infection.  Oh, and we found out that "she" is really a "he."  

Pretty Girl was now re-named a more manly, "Chuck Norris"--making up for those 2 years that the caregiver treated him like a girl.

Chuck Norris is a trooper. He won over the doctor and the staff at the vet clinic.  This is him, minutes after getting his vaccinations, nails clipped, eye drops, one dose of de-worming medicine and Revolution, which kills ear mites and fleas.  He was purring like a motorboat and head-bumping everyone in the room.  He is a love machine, I tell ya.

He is staying in our garage in a dog crate while he clears up his eye infection and getting LOTS of love and attention.  I promised him a life free of hunger, thirst, or chilly temperatures--oh, and his very first cat bed.  He will be going to a home with a couple of cat and dog friends and a very loving human family, including Helene's grandson, 9-year old Alex.  It just doesn't get any better than this.

You know, sometimes miracles do happen.  Chuck Norris is a survivor!

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Goodbye, Cube 3

I've sat in the same cubicle for the six years I've been at this job.  Cubemates have come and gone....and there I privacy, every phone call and conversation overheard.....

We are moving our office today--moving to bigger digs across the way.  Yes, the new place will be better--bigger and more space for everyone.  There are larger cubes and private offices--everyone guaranteed a little more privacy than before. But my far away.  *sniff*

I am moving to a different department, a different team, a different space.  I look forward to the new adventure and mixing it up a bit.  I like this change and am excited about it. 

That said, I spent the last few days packing up  'ol Cube 3.  I packed up my cabillion knick-knacks, tucked away all my snarky comic strips, and deflated my inflatable window....

and felt bad.

I will miss this old friend, Cube 3.

And then I sang this on the top of my lungs until I got a call from an office down the hall telling me to shut up. Haters.

See ya, Cube 3.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015


For those of us in the throes of olive drab and dreary skies....

My niece posted a photo of a flower on FB yesterday--it nearly burned my retinas, for I had forgotten about bright and colorful things.  I knew exactly which photo I was going to post today....

You're welcome, eyeballs.