Dibs?

This was right after I caught her singing “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” to herself.

Introducing…Kara Thrace

Couldn’t find any others in the field, or clues to how she ended up in shock and skin & bones and ready to be found by Prince Charles. All the rescue shelters and humane society are severely over-capacity, and I was crushed to learn that she’d either be shit outta luck or that I’d have to do this thing. I’m just taking it one day at a time cuz I’m pretty overwhelmed. I’m over-capacity myself, and am sad to have a burden like this, but what am I supposed to do? Don’t nobody want kitteh right now.
She’s still scared, but is doing better. I’m pretty sure she’s badass.

Somebody take her, please. Somebody take her. Please.

Sassy Auntie’s Rescue House

The last two days:

1) Squirrel. I was driving slowly out of my ally and I noticed a lethargic squirrel in the middle of the dirt road. I said, “move, lil’ guy” and then I noticed flies around him and he took exhausted painful limping steps to the base of a cottonwood tree next to the ally. I went on to work with a heavy heart and called the local wild/undomestic urban animal rescue place and went through all four volunteer numbers with no answer. I decided I would try and find him when I got home and couldn’t. Still can’t find him. I failed him.

2) Bird #1. Got trapped inside the roof. Used a hammer’s butt to pry open a spot in the paneling and watched it fly out a few minutes later. They nest in a part of the roof, and rarely venture but sometimes that one and I have to agree to take money out of my deposit. Starlings are terrible.

3) Bird #2. Trapped inside the other side of the roof at 4am this morning. Next to my bedroom. All his fellow birds tried to rescue him at 5am this morning. My cats tried to eat the birds from inside the bedroom window. I pryed open another spot before leaving work, and thought he would escape. Came home from work and his chirps were subdued. It was 100 degrees. Mountain climbed the house, pryed the paneling all the way off and shoved my head up in there with the spiders to find an older baby bird. Wouldn’t let me get him. Put soggy cat food and water in there. Watched a fellow bird tentatively go in there. Probably just eating his stuff but maybe showing him how? I don’t know what will happen there. I’ll check tomorrow.

4) Kitten. Walking Charlie in the park next to a vacant field and Charlie kindly found him. Kitten was exhausted and scared and not wanting to move anymore. He was shaking and could barely keep his eyes open. I sat back waited and watched and hoped for a mama or others but knew he had gotten to the point where he just stopped. For a long time. He hissed and spit with all his remaining energy when I neared him, so he’s probably feral. I almost wrap him in my own socks to carry him home but a friend comes and helps with a towel and a car ride. He is in a cat carrier in my bathroom. He ate. He sleeps. He’s skin & bones and still hisses when I near. I feel real sorry for him. About 7 weeks old and absolutely cute. I’ll call the “no-kill” cat place tomorrow. I know they just swap out placeable cats with the pound but would never admit it, so I will ask what they do with feral kittens and see how well they lie. I’ll also go back in the evening to see if I can find any others.

5) Gus’s Brother (GeeBee) still has balls. He is very sweet. He has a watch on now and comes at the correct times for feeding. Considerate. Pathetic. Balls. I must fight him and take him for ball removal and shots. I need an assistant.

6) Raccoon. Comes every night to scavenge for food. Gus leaves him be. Good thing, because she’s fraking frightening. She looks right at you. And she’s very big. One time I walked out to see her sitting next to GeeBee. Like having a meeting with him or something. And I was all, Blink Blink. And they were all, What.

Look at Our Fat Asses!

Also, who’s coming to have a beer with me at the Longhorn in Crouch? I am so sick of your mother.

Hanky Code

So I wake up bleary-eyed at the asscrack of 9:30am on the Sabbath, and I realize I haven’t fed the Nub Bros (tailless Poodle & Gustav) breakfast. I whip around to verify I hadn’t let boy out in a sleepy stupor, and stumble upon him and a hanky. And I’m all, What the poop? Because he would have had to take the kerchief off my drum and carry it all the way over to his bed eleventy-feet away. And then curl up around it.

So I go with it and bend down and lovingly fasten the handkerchief ‘round his handsome neck and I tell you what. He almost melted with delight that I put the hanky on him. He was the happiest gentleman on the Earth. All day he was so proud. It was the cutest thing I ever saw.

I’ve got to get him a bow-tie.

I Rode Him So Hard

(Lifted from an email to Jebus. Don’t you feel cheap now. I mean please don’t feel cheap now.)

Dude. Today I went out to my sister’s place to ride horses and I felt like they were testing me to be some kind of stunt woman in a (cussword) movie because they put me on Cash instead of Tango, and Cash was thisclose, thisfuckingclose to bucking me off for an hour. I worked the entire time to compromise with him to keep me on there and let me tell you. All the sweet talking! Somebody bring me a whiskey please. SOMEBODY BRING ME A WHISKEY. PLEASE.
And they were all, Yeah, Cash bucked Niece off last month. And he bucked Nephew off when they were by the aggro horses across the street a while back. The same ones that made Cash nearly take off at a dead run had I not reined him in hard 5 steps into it. Like, no big deal. Whatever.
I totally want to go back and ride him again. Thathugefuckingbastard.
Charlie did so good, only he got zapped by the electric fence but relished in the attention afterward(s). He came running straight into my arms and was lavished with pity for 10 minutes by three adults. He is absolutely exhausted. Um turn off the electric fence and wake up about your horses being intermediate/advanced ridable. Family!
Idaho!