Don’t look directly at the cuteness, it burns!!!!
Let’s get the important shit out of the way. The duvet cover and pillow cases are light green and the sheets are a lavender cover. My tastes sucks/blah blah blah, whatever.
At any rate, I have noticed that my relationship with Steve has really changed this summer. He’s so much more affectionate than he used to be, and I wonder if he is finally ready to accept this as his forever home. He was never standoffish, but now he is approaching Tunchesque levels of being a good boy. Constantly on my lap when before he would only come at night, follows me around a great bit more when in the past he would do more of his own thing, and at night, when he used to sometimes come in and sleep for a while, he now comes running when I yell bedtime and is right behind Lily and Rosie, bitching so I don’t shut the door.
Then as I fall asleep, he is right by my left side, and grooms himself for a bit, then makes me pet him for a bit, and then he props his front paws on my chest and falls asleep (as Maine coons like to do because of their hips). It’s kind of sweet, and non pet owners (are there even any here at Balloon Juice) won’t understand, but I notice a big difference. Could it be the haircut, too? I hope it isn’t that, because then I will feel terrible that he felt so bad the last few summers.
Don’t look directly at the Cuteness!!! It burns…
From longtime lurker Whereaway:
We manage a feral cat colony in our backyard, and the kitten’s mother is one of my ferals that we have not been able to trap and spay yet. The kittens were about 4 weeks old when I found them piled up in a corner of the yard, while their mother was off at the feeding station. Mimi (the calico) spat at me ferociously, (considering her tiny size) but I just scooped them up, brought them inside, and introduced them to the wonders of soupy wet food. They loved it immediately, and they’ve been enthusiastically eating, and growing like mad ever since.
We’ve had them 8 weeks, so they are about 3 months old now. They love people, although they are shy when meeting someone new. They follow me all over the house, and enjoy sitting with/on us when we watch TV. They are very good at using the cat box, and are eating both canned and dry food now. They have not been vaccinated or sterilized yet, although they have been given a check up by our vet, and they have been wormed.
The leader of our little pack is Mimi, the calico. She likes to be in the middle of everything (she just jumped onto my computer desk a minute ago!) and doesn’t seem to be afraid of anything. Even in the summer heat, she likes to cuddle up with our big kitties, her siblings, and even my salt lamp! She loves to chase the red dot, and goes crazy watching the cursor move on my computer screen.
Next we have Earl the Girl, who was originally named Earl Grey when she was misidentified as male. (Oops!) So now we call her Earl Girl, because it rhymes. (By the way, I’m sure there wouldn’t be any problem with giving any of the kittens new names.) Earl Girl is a grey and white tuxedo cat. She is very sweet, and likes to cuddle under my chin, and sit on my shoulder.
Our last little girl is Inky, who is not quite solid black, and slightly fluffier than the rest. She is the shyest of the group, but loves to play, and can generate an amazing purr when petted.
Our little boy kitty is a black and white tuxedo cat named Lou. He is a pretty mellow fellow. He loves to hang out with our biggest cat, Tucker. I have a feeling Lou would adore a big, cat friendly dog.
The kittens are in Colorado Springs, and we open to delivering them to new homes in other parts of Colorado. If you need more information, just ask us.
Anybody needs a kitten or two, got a lead for good homes in the area, leave a comment below. Or send me an email at AnneLaurie (dot) verizon (dot) net, and I’ll forward your message to the Whereaways.
I’m in so much trouble.
And yes, insert your sneers, I am feeding him Friskies.
Samwise, via commentor Major Major Major Major, expresses how we all feel right now…
I just hope Michelle Obama's speech at the Democratic Convention lives up to Michelle Obama's speech last week at the Republican Convention.
— Daily News Bin (@DailyNewsBin) July 24, 2016
Gail Collins, who’s been covering Clinton for some time, in the NYTimes:
… When Clinton is nominated for president later this week in Philadelphia, we’ll be talking about her as the first woman to get a crack at running the country. But she’d also be one of the most famous people ever to get the honor. In America, she’s been part of the backdrop of our lives for nearly a quarter of a century. We’re watching a very familiar face making a brand-new mark on history.
In 2000, when she first ran for the Senate, the fact that New York had never sent a woman to the Senate was an afterthought, given all the other stuff there was to consider. “It was the first time I’d been a candidate and the first time I’d lived in New York,” she recalled in a phone interview. The very idea of that race was incredible — maybe outrageous. And it didn’t begin well. She had trouble with the carpetbagging issue…
Then she turned everything around. Went on an endless “listening tour” of such anti-glamorous, earnest wonkiness that reporters who trailed after her from town to town began to develop nervous tics and drinking issues. But it was the perfect strategy. By the end, she had worn down her aura of outsiderdom. And she seemed to be enjoying herself. While all politicians at her level have stupendously sturdy egos, Clinton does appear to get a certain relief being in venues where the focus is on somebody else.
The thing I remember most about those trips from Oneonta to Cooperstown to Horseheads — besides the tedium — was the intense reaction she got from middle-aged women, who yelled and waved and begged for autographs. They were the ones who remembered what it was like when the newspapers had separate “help wanted” columns for men and women, who needed a male co-signer when they got their first car loans. I suspected that a lot of them, like me, still had credit cards in their husbands’ names because that was just the way things worked when they first began to charge stuff at Macy’s or use American Express.
And there was something else. Hillary Clinton represented the possibility of a second act. The country was full of women who had come of age with the women’s revolution, who had tried to have it all, raising children while having good — but maybe not spectacular — careers. Now there was the about-to-retire first lady, in her new persona, suggesting they might be able to start a whole new episode in life. Driving around through upstate New York, Clinton was in the home territory of Susan B. Anthony and Elizabeth Cady Stanton, who had broken the old rules about staying home, rearing the kids and then retiring to a rocking chair…
… Young women are not universally crazy about the first-woman thing. Some just see her as an imperfect candidate. For others, it’s because the whole gender thing seems like yesterday’s news. “There aren’t as many overt questions about ‘Can a woman do it? Is it something the country is ready for?’ ” Clinton acknowledged.
That’s probably true, and if it is, she deserves a lot of the credit. You can argue the pros and cons of Hillary Clinton’s character, or her potential to change the nation, or her position on trade policy. But you can never take away the fact that she was the one who made the idea of a woman becoming president so normal that many young women are bored by it…
Whatever her defects, she is a candidate with a very long and event-filled history of toughing things out, who finds solace in stupendously hard work and in doing her homework. She’s one of the best-known people on the planet, but she can happily spend a day listening to complaints about watershed pollution or flying halfway around the world to sit through a conference on sustainable development.
When she was still secretary of state, I asked Clinton about another presidential campaign and she waved the idea aside. Her future plans, she said, involved sleeping and exercising and traveling for fun. “It sounds so ordinary, but I haven’t done it for 20 years. I would like to see whether I can get untired,” she said.
She may never find out.
And I think this is the Tunchiest of Tunch pictures ever:
I wonder if he and Steve would have gotten along. I think he would have killed Thurston as a puppy. He also seems so small compared to Steve.