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 sit....no 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 cubemates....so 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

Color!

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.

Monday, January 19, 2015

Rules. Schmules.

This would be a really cute photo of Hobbes...except that I walked in to find him all glowy-like on my good chair in the living room.  The cats are not allowed to go on the furniture in the living room. Apparently that does not matter to the cats.

And for the record, it's where they go if they have to throw up too.   Criminy.


Saturday, January 17, 2015

What's YOUR song?

My friend, Ann, posted a photo of some birds on a wire today.  It reminded me of this:




Which in turn, made me think about things and life and people and other stuff.  Of course.

My friend was buried this week, he was only 54 years old.  He was a fun guy, full of life and laughter.  Oh, sure, he had his demons, but I never witnessed them--he was always smiles and fun and good booze and food when we were with him.

At his funeral, as we all walked past his casket for the last time, they played INXS' "Not Enough Time," which mad me cry even harder.  It was beautiful though, and very fitting.  But, damn, now when I hear that song, I'm gonna think about my friend and cry.

In the midst of this sad good-bye, Emma leaving, Colin going back home after the holidays, I had some tough times of my own.  While I won't go into detail, I will just say that for the life of me, I cannot understand people being intentionally mean to others. Especially when you are a grown adult and you should know better. Things have settled down and actually worked out for the best, so I am grateful for that--but those damn birds on a wire got me thinking. 

Those birds, just sitting on a wire, created a song---a beautiful, peaceful song.   What song do I create in my everyday life?  Is it peaceful?  Or loud and spunky?  Fun to dance to?  Or just brassy and annoying?   I hope it isn't a rap song, cuz' I don't really like rap all that much.

As I move forward in the new changes in my environment,  I promised myself to be conscious of my song.  I hope that the music I portray is a fun song--one of snappy rhythm and danceable beat.  I would hope that a few join in and sing along too. Maybe a show tune with jazz hands.

You can never go wrong with jazz hands.






Thursday, January 15, 2015

Protect Yourself

It's so funny, there are only 3 responses when people learn that Em is studying abroad for the semester:
  1. Is she excited?  Duh.....
  2. Are you going to visit her?  Doubtful. A) It's HER adventure and B) not sure we could afford it.
  3. Have you seen the movie "Taken?"
Why would you ask me that (#3)?  Seriously?  People, that is insensitive.  And for the record, no, I have not seen the movie. And I do not sleep easily knowing that she is not inside my home safe and sound....and boring.

Emma has the perfect answer for those who question her safety:  she puts on her "kidnap face."  She says that if she feels unsafe, she will put this face on, convinced that no one, in their right mind will find this attractive.

Yep. We've got our bases covered, thank you. 

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Be very afraid

Okay, we gotta lighten it up a bit here at the Duck and Wheel.....

The other day, as we were sitting in traffic, Joe said (out of the blue) "Sometimes, when someone is nice to me when I'm driving, I give them the peace sign."

To which Emma and I screamed. 



Creepy, Joe. VERY creepy.