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An alarming example of the damage caused by eating meat
At this rate, ALL wild vertebrates will be gone in a mere seven years.
But, wait, you'd rather eat your burger, pat your belly, and say "yummy," wouldn't you, you f*cking psychopath?
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But, wait, you'd rather eat your burger, pat your belly, and say "yummy," wouldn't you, you f*cking psychopath?
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what
What does anyone really want?
A warm body to sleep with?
An ear to listen to the unlistenable?
Some feedback on decisions, serious
Or does it all boil down to the sticky sexy?
A warm body to sleep with?
An ear to listen to the unlistenable?
Some feedback on decisions, serious
Or does it all boil down to the sticky sexy?
Raspberry Turnovers
I got bored this morning so I rolled out some dough and after cutting it into little squares, filled them with a filling mix made with the raspberries mentioned in another blog and baked a dozen turnovers. They came out perfect.
Probably not good for my blood sugar that I have already eaten 6 of them.
My house has a new cat.. I picked her up at an animal shelter yesterday. Poor thing was put in there last October and has been stuck in a cage since then. They think she is about 3 years old. Most of the cats at the shelter look very sad. Some look scared. My Tom cat is 15 and now that he is all alone here (except for me of couurse) I feel guilty when I go out for a few hours. He comes running and crying when I come home. Before the death of my Moe cat this remaining one had never been alone before. I think he gets lonely and maybe a little scared when I go out. So I decided to get him a companion.
There exist selection criteria for a new cat to be here. They have to want to be with me. If not, then it is best to not adopt them. Some display of intelligence is also helpful. At the shelter there is a room full of 2' tall cages stacked 3 high all around the room with cats in all of them, maybe 60 such. Most of the cats were just huddled as far back from the cage door as they could be. I circled the room slowly inspecting each cage's occupant. Abandoned cats, captured cats, donated cats, old cats, young cats, declawed cats, friendly cats, not friendly cats, clawed cats, males and females. Their apprehension at my inspection was noticeable. A little tag on each cage describes the occupant. Some had been in there for months and months. It is a no kill shelter so they will be caged until the day someone adopts them. Only one cat displayed curiosity at me. The one I adopted. She meowed at me. None of the others made a sound except one old Tom who made a warning noise when I peered in at him. The one I adopted got up from the back of the cage, came to the door and stuck her paw out at me through the bars and waved. She had not been declawed. That is a plus as she may not initially like my Tom cat's attentions. The tag said she had been previously owned by a family. They moved to a place that doesn't allow pets so one day she just got plunked into a box and was brought to the shelter and caged. The tag sasy they described her as friendly and playful. Those owners never looked back or visited her again. Such love they display. No Heaven for them. There is no place in heaven for the cruel. Poor thing. Wondering what she did wrong. Where are the children she played with? Where is the woman who used to hold her? What crime did she do to so offend them they threw her into a cage and just left her there? No doubt most of the cats have similar thoughts. Whatever, I have adopted her and brought her home.
Introducing strange cats to each other is an art form. It is best to minimize stress by keeping a closed door between the cats for a few days. Let them sniff each other's scent and get used to the idea they are not alone. Allow a day or two their sliding paws at each other under the door. That hasn't begun yet. Thus far the new female is still in hide and explore mode. I have put her in my wife's old office and the cat is getting used to not being in a cage.
I left her alone last night, and today I spent a half hour brushing her. She seems grateful and licked my nose. I suspect it has been awhile since she was last brushed as the brush filled up quickly with loose fur. I crumpled a sheet of paper into a ball and she happily was still batting it around the room when I exited. Her first toy and her first thing to do since October.
Probably not good for my blood sugar that I have already eaten 6 of them.
My house has a new cat.. I picked her up at an animal shelter yesterday. Poor thing was put in there last October and has been stuck in a cage since then. They think she is about 3 years old. Most of the cats at the shelter look very sad. Some look scared. My Tom cat is 15 and now that he is all alone here (except for me of couurse) I feel guilty when I go out for a few hours. He comes running and crying when I come home. Before the death of my Moe cat this remaining one had never been alone before. I think he gets lonely and maybe a little scared when I go out. So I decided to get him a companion.
There exist selection criteria for a new cat to be here. They have to want to be with me. If not, then it is best to not adopt them. Some display of intelligence is also helpful. At the shelter there is a room full of 2' tall cages stacked 3 high all around the room with cats in all of them, maybe 60 such. Most of the cats were just huddled as far back from the cage door as they could be. I circled the room slowly inspecting each cage's occupant. Abandoned cats, captured cats, donated cats, old cats, young cats, declawed cats, friendly cats, not friendly cats, clawed cats, males and females. Their apprehension at my inspection was noticeable. A little tag on each cage describes the occupant. Some had been in there for months and months. It is a no kill shelter so they will be caged until the day someone adopts them. Only one cat displayed curiosity at me. The one I adopted. She meowed at me. None of the others made a sound except one old Tom who made a warning noise when I peered in at him. The one I adopted got up from the back of the cage, came to the door and stuck her paw out at me through the bars and waved. She had not been declawed. That is a plus as she may not initially like my Tom cat's attentions. The tag said she had been previously owned by a family. They moved to a place that doesn't allow pets so one day she just got plunked into a box and was brought to the shelter and caged. The tag sasy they described her as friendly and playful. Those owners never looked back or visited her again. Such love they display. No Heaven for them. There is no place in heaven for the cruel. Poor thing. Wondering what she did wrong. Where are the children she played with? Where is the woman who used to hold her? What crime did she do to so offend them they threw her into a cage and just left her there? No doubt most of the cats have similar thoughts. Whatever, I have adopted her and brought her home.
Introducing strange cats to each other is an art form. It is best to minimize stress by keeping a closed door between the cats for a few days. Let them sniff each other's scent and get used to the idea they are not alone. Allow a day or two their sliding paws at each other under the door. That hasn't begun yet. Thus far the new female is still in hide and explore mode. I have put her in my wife's old office and the cat is getting used to not being in a cage.
I left her alone last night, and today I spent a half hour brushing her. She seems grateful and licked my nose. I suspect it has been awhile since she was last brushed as the brush filled up quickly with loose fur. I crumpled a sheet of paper into a ball and she happily was still batting it around the room when I exited. Her first toy and her first thing to do since October.
pets
What are your thoughts on pets being companion service animals?
Research shows that animals have aided in the healing process of some patients.
Animals have been known to help all sorts of people with different mental health problems.
Some say a service animal is for specific disabilities..such as the blind..seizures..ect.
others will say it should be any health problem like ptsd..aniexty..ect
Some of the issues that are discussed that its unsanitary. And go on disgust
about how the lil dogs that sit in the carts is not good because of unknown germs they cary on their paws
and body that get left in the carts or floors. Service animals quidlelines are always going to be a debate.
Let it begin. Thoughts. And go.
Research shows that animals have aided in the healing process of some patients.
Animals have been known to help all sorts of people with different mental health problems.
Some say a service animal is for specific disabilities..such as the blind..seizures..ect.
others will say it should be any health problem like ptsd..aniexty..ect
Some of the issues that are discussed that its unsanitary. And go on disgust
about how the lil dogs that sit in the carts is not good because of unknown germs they cary on their paws
and body that get left in the carts or floors. Service animals quidlelines are always going to be a debate.
Let it begin. Thoughts. And go.
Wise guy cat
One of my cats is smart. He can't speak English (very well) but sometimes I think he is trying because I hear certain sounds and what he meant and what I interpreted it as sometimes agree.
Often however he pantomimes. If he wants out he will poke me, then run to the door. Okay, they all do that, but this boy thinks too.
We played string toy once. You know the game, you twitch the string and he pounces on it. One day he played it long enough to understand the game and has had no interest in it since. In the midst of play, he suddenly stopped, sat back and looked at the string, then looked at me. You could almost see gears turning in his head. Suddenly he ignored the string and sprang at my shoulder instead. Purring loudly he hung on to my upper arm then nipped my shoulder with his fangs, looked up at me and said with a happy expression, Mroew (translation: game over, I win, drop the string).
This guy however, is also capable of expressing dislike too without growling or hissing.
Years ago, the first time he saw me eating a banana, he came running over and demanded some of what I was eating. So, I broke off a small piece and put it on the floor for him. He sniffed it, shook the scent out of his nostrils, then backed up a bit and sat down looking at me as if to say, how can you eat that sh*t, ew! So I asked him what was wrong, don't you like banana? <Laughing inside of course>
What happened next stunned me. He got up, walked over to the banana, then scratched an imaginary hole into the floor a few inches away from it, then looked at me and very deliberately pawed the banana into the imaginary hole then pantomimed covering it up with the dirt, and with a disgusted look confirming his impression of it being fecal material and stalked away. Since then whenever he sees me with a banana he gets an Eww, yuck! expression and leaves the room.
Today, he found a new way of letting it be knowns some of my food is garbage. I had yesterday purchased a new to me product, of frozen crab and cheese balls designed (supposedly) for microwave cooking. So I just made some, put it on a plate and scooted for my office to enjoy it. From someplace outside he had heard the unmistakable clarion call of the microwave bell and came running back into the house and tracked me down to demand his share of the loot.
Meanwhile I had already eaten one of the crab balls and was thinking, this is the last time I will ever buy these, yuck. Suddenly there is the cat demanding to sample whatever it is. Not really wanting any more of it, I sat the plate down in front of him. He walks over and sniffs it with initial great interest, but I can see when his expression suddenly changes. Again he looks up at me with the now familiar 'are you crazy eating this trash?' look and backs away from the plate. I tell him, hey it is crab, you like crab, go ahead, try some. He looks at me a second, then walks over to the plate, and very deliberately 3 times pantomimes puking vomit or a hairball over the food, then gives me a hurt look and leaves my office.
Now I have cooked crab & cheese balls and no one here has any interest in eating them.
Often however he pantomimes. If he wants out he will poke me, then run to the door. Okay, they all do that, but this boy thinks too.
We played string toy once. You know the game, you twitch the string and he pounces on it. One day he played it long enough to understand the game and has had no interest in it since. In the midst of play, he suddenly stopped, sat back and looked at the string, then looked at me. You could almost see gears turning in his head. Suddenly he ignored the string and sprang at my shoulder instead. Purring loudly he hung on to my upper arm then nipped my shoulder with his fangs, looked up at me and said with a happy expression, Mroew (translation: game over, I win, drop the string).
This guy however, is also capable of expressing dislike too without growling or hissing.
Years ago, the first time he saw me eating a banana, he came running over and demanded some of what I was eating. So, I broke off a small piece and put it on the floor for him. He sniffed it, shook the scent out of his nostrils, then backed up a bit and sat down looking at me as if to say, how can you eat that sh*t, ew! So I asked him what was wrong, don't you like banana? <Laughing inside of course>
What happened next stunned me. He got up, walked over to the banana, then scratched an imaginary hole into the floor a few inches away from it, then looked at me and very deliberately pawed the banana into the imaginary hole then pantomimed covering it up with the dirt, and with a disgusted look confirming his impression of it being fecal material and stalked away. Since then whenever he sees me with a banana he gets an Eww, yuck! expression and leaves the room.
Today, he found a new way of letting it be knowns some of my food is garbage. I had yesterday purchased a new to me product, of frozen crab and cheese balls designed (supposedly) for microwave cooking. So I just made some, put it on a plate and scooted for my office to enjoy it. From someplace outside he had heard the unmistakable clarion call of the microwave bell and came running back into the house and tracked me down to demand his share of the loot.
Meanwhile I had already eaten one of the crab balls and was thinking, this is the last time I will ever buy these, yuck. Suddenly there is the cat demanding to sample whatever it is. Not really wanting any more of it, I sat the plate down in front of him. He walks over and sniffs it with initial great interest, but I can see when his expression suddenly changes. Again he looks up at me with the now familiar 'are you crazy eating this trash?' look and backs away from the plate. I tell him, hey it is crab, you like crab, go ahead, try some. He looks at me a second, then walks over to the plate, and very deliberately 3 times pantomimes puking vomit or a hairball over the food, then gives me a hurt look and leaves my office.
Now I have cooked crab & cheese balls and no one here has any interest in eating them.
got a new tiny baby cat
wohoo i got a new tiny cat. a few week baby cat.
she is leaving my her mother in the front garden of my house.
so i adopt her. now she is living with me in my house.
but she didnt like a cow milk. how to make this tiny baby cat want to eat somethings?
do i have to push her to drink a milk cow?
i am new with handling a baby cat.
thank you before.
she is leaving my her mother in the front garden of my house.
so i adopt her. now she is living with me in my house.
but she didnt like a cow milk. how to make this tiny baby cat want to eat somethings?
do i have to push her to drink a milk cow?
i am new with handling a baby cat.
thank you before.
my tiny tail
i miss my tiny tail.
tiny ear.
tiny 4 legs.
and that cutey face.
her mom took her.
after i become her foster mom.
lil kitty... i will always remember you.
tiny ear.
tiny 4 legs.
and that cutey face.
her mom took her.
after i become her foster mom.
lil kitty... i will always remember you.
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