Phalon: Well, that would have ticked Dad off if we ever happened to have one and it wasn't worth anything. --- You should jot down this work story to use some day. Could make a good comedy.
stepper: I had a cat that looked almost identical to her. I don't remember what her original name was that I had given her, she became "Momma" because of how much she loved her babies, and any stray kittens that came along needing a momma. She also had a litter twice a year. The first cat we'd ever had who did. I still miss her so much.
I'm going to miss the kitten - she is such a sweetie, and I would have taken her if not for Ranger. He's an old man with failing eyesight and ill health, and I really want him to live out the last of his days stress-free and having all the love and attention we can give him. A new kitten in the house would have been to much for him, I think - it was bad enough with LX's two Hellions here, and now that they've moved out, Ranger can have his house back. The woman who's taking the kitten sent me a message on the nursery's Facebook page - she's picking up her up today.
I hope Ranger has a good rest of his life. I would like to be pet-free for a change. I'm tired of the pain when they die on me, and I'd like a break. If only others would stop dumping their animals off on me.
We got some sad news the other day - the sweet little calico has died. It was very unexpected - though still on the timid side, while she was with us she became social enough that we could hold and pet her, and she'd just purr and purr and purr. Her appetite was good too. The woman who wanted her came in last Monday, and after a lengthy interview by my co-worker who used to be a vet tech (we weren't just giving this sweet baby to anyone!), the woman took her home. Apparently, the kitten was just as sweet and cuddly with her as she was with us, but had a sudden seizure toward the end of the week and died. Very weird.
We knew nothing about this kitten - it just showed up one day and started following us around, which is why we were leaning toward the idea that someone dumped her in the parking lot, rather than her being feral. Although there's a pretty good possibility there are feral cats around, none of us have ever seen one or heard one, and you'd have to think as young as this kitten was, if a feral cat give birth, there'd be other kittens nearby. She seemed used to being around people too. Maybe she'd experienced a seizure while she was with whoever had her first, and the person didn't want to deal with a cat that had health issues, so just got rid of her? The shelters in the area are all full.
Though she was with us for such a short time, she touched us all.
She could have gotten into something that is poisonous to cats. Aspirin will kill them. Some plants will kill them too. Dad has left out the radiator fluid in a bucket by accident and killed a few cats who drank from it. And it could be something she got before she showed up at the nursery. Poor baby. At least she knew love before she passed away.
Did you know, the folding chess-board was invented by a priest in the 12 century. Priests in those days were not permitted to play chess so he disguised his board to look like two books on his bookshelf.
In the sixteen century, Queen Elizabeth I paid 10,000 pounds for a jewel-encrusted unicorn horn (during the time, the amount a new castle would have cost). It was cherished so much by the Queen, that it became known as the Horn of Windsor and is still part of the Crown Jewels.
A "selenophile" is a person who is attracted by the moon; a moon lover. The word comes from the Greek goddess of the moon, Selene.
(Or, as defined by Merriam-Webster a "selenophile" "is a plant that when growing in a seleniferous soil tends to take up selenium in quantities greater than can be explained on a basis of chance." But that's not as fun-sounding a definition as "moon lover".)
Tomorrow's full moon will the another super moon - specifically the Super Snow Moon...or like Merriam-Webster's less fun-sounding definition of "selenophile", it's also called the Super Hunger Moon.
I didn't see the moon completely unmasked in all its full glory either.
Driving home from her boyfriend's Monday evening, BP said it was huge, kind of just hanging over her car as she drove, as if it was coming home with her. She called me out to the porch to see it when she got home. The sky was clear, and the moon was big and bright - but it wasn't quite full yet.
Tuesday night when it was full though...and Wednesday night, and last night, it wasn't cloudy exactly, but kind of hazy - looking at the moon was kind of like looking through frosted glass. It was big and bright, but at the same time, the light was diffused, and the moon was fuzzy.
I hate cilantro - to me it tastes strongly like soap.
I'm not alone; cilantro leaves a soapy taste in many people's mouths. It may be a genetic thing linked to ancestry.
Recent studies have found that people who taste soap when eating cilantro share a common DNA olfactory gene. The gene is generally not found in people who have DNA linked to Hispanic, Middle-Eastern, and Southern Asian countries - places where cilantro has been used for centuries. It could be a coincidence, but if the genetic component does play a significant role, it may be that certain cultures are predisposed to find the herb tastes like soap, and others with ancestry in different cultures find cilantro to have a pleasing taste.
I mostly taste soap when cilantro is used fresh - fresh salsa especially. When I make something that calls for fresh cilantro, I always use parsley instead.
Forks not eating utensils but instruments of the Devil, napkins and plates made from dough, and pillows that were wooden pedestals on which to rest your head...here are the origins of 10 everyday household items:
I just bought an iMac with my government check. My first computer was an Apple II GS, but I switched to Windows for my second computer, and I have always wanted to go back to Apple and check it out. I figured why not now? I got a desktop, and I'm hoping I can switch back and forth between the desktop and my laptop. If they play well together, I may keep using both systems ... or, I will stick with the system I like best.
I'm thinking I'll do my writing and creating on the desktop, and use the laptop for social media and message boards, and such. Maybe that way I'll be in work mode with the desktop, and play mode with the laptop. We shall see. The iMac comes tomorrow, but the "iMacs for Dummies" book I bought comes next week. I doubt I can be patient to wait until I have the book before setting up the iMac. I really hope I'm not disappointed. I've really missed not having a desktop.
Destruction isn't just happening in the big cities. It's happening in smaller cities too. The mall got windows broken out. I watched Facebook videos from two protestors who left the scene when it stopped being peaceful. Not sure if any looting was done after these two left or not. I feared looting would happen at some point when the shutdowns for the virus began, but didn't realize it would be deaths that sparked it. Scary world is getting even scarier.
The largely peaceful protests by day, turn into something much darker as the hours wear on and evening approaches. It seems as if there are two different things happening - protests about racism, police brutality, and the killing of black people culminating with George Floyd's death. When the sun starts to go down, different groups of people seem to take over with a different agenda.
All taking place during a pandemic. If there was going to be a second wave of the virus when things started reopening, it's seeming like it'll be a tsunami when it hits.
I don't know what or if there is an answer to any of this - if our country is broken beyond repair, what we can even try to do to fix it, or if it even can be fixed. Something has got to change though - we cannot be a nation so divided, and continue to call ourselves the United States. And we cannot continue as a civilized society when so many are marginalized, and targeted for the color of their skin.
Safely secured behind iron bars, was "The Most Dangerous Animal in the World" at the Bronx Zoo in 1963. The sign on the exhibit read, "You are looking at the most dangerous animal in the world. It alone of all the animals that ever lived can exterminate (and has) entire species of animals. Now it has the power to wipe out all life on earth."