Cat Health Funding Bleg

From lurker Bradley C:

Two and half years ago you and the BJ community showed me incredible kindness and helped me raise the funds to care for my dying cat Binkley. He had kidney disease/failure, and thanks to you and the community he had another 6 months with me, most of them good. I am eternally grateful for that time with him, and the suffering he was spared.

Now I face another challenge, and have no choice but to reach out for help again. Last year I went on a little quest and found the furry family from which Binkley came, and found a new companion. His name is Calvin, after the comic strip, because all he wants to do is play.

The good news is his life is not threatened, the bad news is he has already developed serious problems with his teeth, causing him to drool uncontrollably at times. Left untreated this will eventually turn into real problems for him, and it’s already a bit messy. But walking dogs and working with musicians has not left me a wealthy man, and my family is currently hurting. Which leaves me scrambling to find ways to help him.

Thankfully the costs this time are much more modest, and fixing this will have a real impact on his quality of life. (Mine too, but he’s what matters here.) So hopefully it is not assuming or asking too much to reach out to you and the BJ community once again. I’ve set up another GoFundMe campaign.

Thank you again, so much, for your help before, and thank you for any help to come. I feel almost ashamed asking like this, but his well being matters infinitely more than my pride.

A Feline Performance Of The Mueller V. Trump Finale

A boy can dream, right?

Sunday Evening Open Thread

I got Ric and Zooey Cat Balls (yes, you can find them by googling that, but you will have to do a little looking) for the cool winter nights to come. The cats really like them.

We’re getting into our first snow storm of the season. Just starting to stick here.

Saturday Open Thread: Welcome Cleo

This adorable fluffball was found in the garage of geg6. That cute face has now convinced her to become a cat person (welcome to the cult).

… she’s a sweetie and quite smart. She has made me go out and buy a bed, fancy food/water bowl and numerous toys. She’s very manipulative like that. 😉

Welcome, Cleo!

Open thread.

Friday Morning Open Thread: TOO! MUCH! NEWS!

My sleep schedule is even more erratic than usual, and apparently we will never get another 24-hour span of sunlight here. Rain didn’t used to bother me, back before I was old & arthritic & had a yard to tend, but what seems like a solid month of mizzle interspersed with downpours is wearing me down. I finally managed to get outside long enough to break down the tomato ladders and bin the dead plants for city recycling, so now my throat is raw and my sinuses are blocked, because even that token effort stirred up a ton of mold spores. Ever tried raking leaves while wearing a respirator? Ugh.

There’s a bunch of news percolating, but even if I had the mental energy to string the stories together, they’ll probably be superseded by a Friday news dump.


Tuesday Morning Open Thread: Ensure You Will Have No Regrets

The Zen Of Cats

There’s been a request for some non-political stress reducing posting.   So here goes.

I love my cat. Tikka’s a spirit animal made flesh. He’s also a jerk: anyone he doesn’t know and most of those he does are at best suspect and at worst lunch on the hoof.  And he has my number:

I call this one “these are not the papers you are looking for”:


Then there’s “If You Don’t Want Your Laundry To Be A Bed, Dude…”:

And how about “Where’s My Beer, Dammit!”:

And then there’s the ultimate: “You Will Never Be As Cool As Me”:


And if all that catness ain’t enough to lighten your day, howabout this worthy, after its spa day:

You never know who you’ll meet on the mean streets of mid-Cambridge.

Non-detonating open thread.

PS:  Sorry about the softness of these. I downsized them wrong; they’re fine at full res, and usually that holds up when they shrink to 480 pixels — but I got it wrong this time, and I’m too blech-ed out to go back and find out why.