Posts Tagged ‘Cali’

Millions of Cats

April 14, 2011

When I was a little girl, we would have library time occasionally during the school day when we could go to the school library to check out books, and the librarian would read a story to us.  She had careful, clear pronounciation, and she seemed to like the English language just a little bit too much.  She pronounced all the syllables and never dropped any consonants.  I remember that she read “Homer Price” by Robert McCloskey to us, and we were delighted when the diamond bracelet was found in the doughnut.  She read some of the “Little House on the Prairie” books to us, too.  But one of my favorites was “Millions of Cats” by Wanda Ga’g.  I didn’t know at the time that this was considered to be the first picture book, or that it had been written in 1928 and had won awards.  I loved the way the words flowed.  And the illustrations were wonderful and whimsical, and they flowed, too, along with the words.

File:Wanda Gag Millions of Cats-book cover.jpg

 “…hundreds of cats, thousands of cats, millions and billions and trillions of cats…”

*****

It’s that time of year when cats reproduce in profusion, and this year is no different.  The shelter took in over 80 cats, not including kittens, in January and February.  This year seems to be harder to catch cats in baited traps.  They do not seem to be interested in food.  They are more interested in enjoying the day.

Last week started my cat-trapping project.  So far, it’s resulted in one possum, one ear-tipped cat, one raccoon, several nights of nothing, one feral last week, one feral this week, and two sick kittens.  It’s been discouraging.  I haven’t had any luck with my regular spot at the feeding station in the woods, so I branched out. 

There’s the old abandoned house further out my road where Cheryl the Feral kept a litter one time. 

No luck here.

There was a black cat strolling along my woods who only seemed to be passing through.

So I decided to set two traps at once, and I trapped…

Safety inspector Cali approves the hav-a-hart method of trapping. Mr. Possum and Ms. Scrappie are a trifle annoyed at the inspection.

Possum and Scrappie

I released Mr. Possum, and then recorded the release of Ms. Scrappie.  She. Was. Angry. 

Warning:  if you have a cat within earshot of the video, your cat is going to go nuts.

Then there was the guy that committed suicide about three weeks ago.  He was an alcoholic with a death sentence of cancer, and he left behind 3 dogs and 3 cats.  The dogs were in foster care, but the cats were left to fend for themselves.  A local cat rescue lady was able to get two of the cats, and last night she trapped the third.

Wheres my daddy?

And as a small bonus, she was able to catch 2 kittens, so near death from malnourishment and dehydration that she merely picked them up and put them in a box, where they could have climbed out over night, but were too weak to only stay in the box on the porch. 

And here we are, many years later, and there are still “…hundreds of cats, thousands of cats, millions and billions and trillions of cats…”

Electrical Excitement on the Plantation

December 16, 2009

This is the improved version

Here at the Swamped! Plantation and Electric Consultation Service, every day is a learning experience.  The above photo is the revised, improved version.  The electrical extention cord from the service outlet at the pole goes in through the passenger window, covered here by vinyl protection that came with the RV, and then the cord connects with Mr. Seabreeze Thermaflo, the hot Canadian. 

If you look again at the service outlet system, you see the yellow plug-in cord connection that is the master connection for the entire RV.  The yellow part is the new version that replaced the one I melted last year.  Little bit scary, no?   

If you look past the power pole, you can see a bit of one of the sweet gum clumps in which the cats have built a tree house with ledges and climbing ramps.  Use your imagination, and imagine the shed about 15 feet to the right of the sweet gum cluster.  So I have a little courtyardish area here at the country club.

Hay Before

There’s a nice doghouse that the dogs never used.  Cali the cat would get into it when it sat at the edge of the woods facing the south.  She was conducting experiments about the proper orientation of a habitat to get maximum solar benefit, and she would curl up into the doghouse for hours, enjoying the sun.  I dragged the doghouse to sit under the awning and facing the southeast.  Nobody, dog nor cat, was very interested in the doghouse.

You choose

I’ve been buying small bales of packaged hay at the pet store for about $5 a bale for the guinea pig.  Sugar, ever resourceful, bought a bale of hay at the local feed and seed store.  His plan was to buy a bale of straw for bedding for the doghouse, but they had no straw.  That just makes me shake my head and wonder again where I am.  No straw?  They didn’t even seem to know what he was talking about, because they informed him that they had pine straw, which I always called pine needles.  So Sugar made the big transaction.  And one giant economy size bale of hay cost about… $6.

Cali prepares to conduct more solar experiments in proper orientation for maximum winter solar gain.

Back in the saddle again

August 23, 2009

I’m back in school on Saturdays as of yesterday, August 22, 2009.  My morning class from 8:30-12 is called International Business.  The textbook is “International Management: Managing Across Borders and Cultures”.  Seems okay so far.  The afternoon class from 1-4:30 is Human Resource Management using the textbook “Human Resource Management: Gaining a Competitive Advantage”.  I hate it.  It’s a very corporate class with a very corporate instructor who dimmed the lights and spent the entire class time reading a power-point presentation to us.  There were two handout sheets.  One sheet was “HRM (that’s Human Resource Management for the uninformed) Test Items” with 35 items.  The other had “Major Issues” and “HR Functions”.  I think I might die during a future class and no one will notice because they will all be asleep.  In the dark.

Dying would be bad.  Who will feed me?

Georgia: "Dying would be bad. Who will feed me?"

Is Georgia talking about herself again?

Sylvia: "Is Georgia talking about herself again?"

What am I, chopped liver?

Cali: "What am I, chopped liver?"

Maybe I should just go back to sleep like Sylvia...

Cali: "Maybe I should just go back to sleep like Sylvia..."

Georgia: "You love Sylvia more than me."  Sylvia: "Did somebody pass gas?"

Georgia: "You love Sylvia more than me." Sylvia: "Did somebody pass gas?"

Whoever smelt it...

Georgia: "Whoever smelt it..."

Georgia: "I wish my handsome prince would hurry."  Sylvia:  "Shut up."

Georgia: "I wish my handsome prince would hurry." Sylvia: "Shut. Up."

Kit Knits

July 21, 2009
Cali is exhausted after knitting all night to meet her deadline

Cali is exhausted after knitting all night to meet her deadline