Afternoon Open Thread: Lazy Day

Looks like we could use an open thread. Believe it or not Bailey has been with us a year now. She’s really blossomed the last month or so. No longer shy around friends and strangers, she seems very secure in her place in the pack. Which seems to be beneath the ducks. Poor baby.

Above is our typical morning. We are all up by 6:30, she needs a few more hours of beauty sleep. That morning, I finally kicked her out of bed at 9:30.

What’s going on today? Open thread.

Open Thread: Ducks Never Miss A Meal

Looks like we could use an open thread.

This happens every morning and evening. I’m shaking the bowl so they’ll look at the camera, but usually all I have to say is “breakfast” or “dinner” and they are right there with the dogs.  They do make me smile.

Open thread

A Word From Some of Our Other Disasters: LA Pet Bleg

While we’ve been focused on Harvey and its effects on Texas and Louisiana, as well as potential follow ons from Irma and other developing tropical storms, significant portions of the US are on fire. There’s a very large wildfire in Curry County, Oregon – details here. A chunk of Montana is on fire. Actually from looking at the incident list, Montana is on fire – not just a chunk. And, of course, there is a huge wildfire in the greater Los Angeles area. The Los Angeles Animal Shelter has put out a call for fosters and adoptions as they are over capacity from animals evacuated and/or rescued from the La Tuna Canyon fire.

Urgent need for adopters and fosters NOW. Our shelters are full as we prepare to provide care and shelter for animals being evacuated from the La Tuna Canyon fire.
Fosters Urgently Needed: East Valley – 29, Harbor – 40, North Central -16, South Lost Angeles – 43, West Los Angeles – 14, West Valley – 5
So if you’re in the area and have a safe place and the ability to help, please do. If you’re wondering just how bad the La Tuna Canyon fire is, and you don’t have your own F/A-18E/F Superhornet to fly over and check it out, here’s a fairly recent picture:
If you’re in proximity to these fires, please stay safe.

Afternoon Open Thread: Duck Update

A few of you already know this, I bought a duck coop off Craigslist this past week. Got a good deal.  So now  the ducks have to stay. Really the only one in denial about this looming foster fail was me.

They’re happy, I’m happy. The only one who is not happy is Jake…the ducks have suddenly decided he’s the bomb and follow him EVERY WHERE around the yard. They LOVE him. He is not amused. There is a full duck update here  (I did not feel like copying and pasting).

I’m working on menus for tonight, I just need to figure out the bonus recipe.

How are you spending your Labor Day weekend Sunday?

Monday Evening Open Thread: The Doggy ‘Hero’ We Need Right Now

Ya gotta admire a guy who brings his own go-bag. Yeah, I’m glad it wasn’t my dog, too — but Otis wasn’t “scared,” he just didn’t intend to let the weather interfere with his life. From the Washington Post:

Just before Hurricane Harvey hit the Texas coast, Salvador Segovia left his grandson’s dog, Otis, in his screened-in back porch, along with food and water.

But the storm must have scared Otis, so he busted open the screen door and ran away on Friday night in Sinton, not far from Corpus Christi.

“I stuck my head out yelling and yelling, and no Otis,” Segovia said. “The following morning, I got out and kept yelling, circled the block and everything, and nothing. We didn’t know where Otis was.”

Meanwhile on Saturday morning, Tiele Dockens was on her way to check on the houses of some friends and families who had evacuated when something caught her attention. A dog was walking down a street, carrying a big bag of dog food…

Dockens said the dog looked familiar. In a town of about 5,000 people, she said it’s likely she has seen him before. As she followed the dog to make sure he wasn’t lost, she ended up outside Segovia’s house.

“This lady comes by and tells me, ‘Is that your dog coming down the road?’ ” Segovia said. “And I turn around, there comes Otis, and he’s carrying food!”

The brown German shepherd mix with a dark snout and slightly droopy ears walked up to the front porch, set down the bag of food, and lay on the floor, Segovia said.

Otis was a local celebrity in Sinton long before he became a viral sensation. Everywhere Otis went — at the county courthouse, local antique shops, the grocery store — everybody seems to know him. And people always feed him…

Otis is probably about 6 years old, Segovia said. He found the dog when he was just a puppy. A man who was driving around stopped by one day, and said he was planning to just leave the dog somewhere, unless Segovia wanted it.

“I said, ‘No, no, no, leave him here, we’ll keep him,’ ” Segovia said. “He left the dog here, and it became my grandson’s dog.”

Also from the WaPo, in case you were wondering: A running list of Harvey’s viral hoaxes. Dogs, yes; sharks, no!


Apart from cheering the resourcefulness of survivors, what’s on the agenda for the evening?

Wednesday Morning Open Thread: “My Pride of Tigers”

Some much-needed happy news — a rescue update from catspaw commentor Marc:

A little over two years ago, DemTaters had a sweet kitty show up at her home, and sent out a bleg, as she could not take in another pet. I responded, having lost my little kitty Sabrina two months prior, and my condo was feeling a bit empty. Dropped off along with Miri was a generous donation by juicers for her spay. I setup an appointment with Banfield for her checkup and wellness care. During her vet visit, she was pronounced to be ‘in the family way’ — with three little ones. On 14 August 2015, five little ones came into the world.

When the time came, I was able to find forever homes for two – several people stated they were interested in getting one of the others, but all backed out for various reasons. November rolled around and I was starting to worry about the three left – if they stayed too much longer, I’d get attached. Shortly after Thanksgiving was when I threw in the towel, and so Miri wound up filling my home more than I expected.

Here are a few pictures of my Tribe of Tigers at Two:

Miri is the most ‘people’ cat I’ve known. While her kids scatter if another person comes into the condo, she walks up to them ‘meows’ and asks to be petted. While not a lap kitty, she loves lounging on the computer desk while I’m using it.

Tigger is the biggest of the Tribe – and a real bird toy killer. He played so hard with a chirping toy, that the soundbox came out of it – but only after it had run out of power.

Sylk is a sweet Princess – still adventurous, but also very much a lap kitty. I’ve found her on top of doors, and on top of the plate cabinet in the next photo.

Flynn is the clever one – he opens cabinets, dresser drawers, and the door to the computer room (if left unlocked).

You can’t spell homeowner without a ‘meow’.

If Miri doesn’t have some ‘oriental’ Siamese-style genes — and her nosiness about people coming into her home argues she does — her kittens sure do. Even apart from Sylk’s blue eyes, those aerialist climbs and drawer-opening skills are well-known Meezer stunts. Meezer-type cats can be hella aggravating, but they’re never boring!

Apart from blessing all the rescuers, what’s on the agenda for the new day?

I Suppose It’s Bad I’ve Named Them: Thursday Evening Open Thread

Just wanted to let you know there will be a Writing Group post this Sunday. Get your pens ready.

Last week a couple of people asked me for an update on the ducks. They are still here. I’m in foster mode, so not too attached. But they did acquire names. It’s difficult when you have a ten year old for the week to NOT name them.

Mabel (the Rouen – brown with iridescent green markings) is recovering nicely. She was quite weak and wasn’t eating well for the first few days. Now she eats all the time and keeps trying to steal Bailey’s dinner. I’ve addressed that, so poor Bailey can eat in peace. The Blue Swedish is Maddie and she’s hell on wheels. And keeps an eye on me.

That’s not creepy at all, right? They are clearly hand raised – they eat out  of my hand, they come running when I go outside and are unfazed by cats, dogs or 10 year olds.  Funny thing, yesterday I was sitting on the steps, feeding them when Mabel mistook my nicely painted toenail for a snack. We both got a surprise.

I suppose none of us will be surprised if this turns out to be a foster fail. But I’m not there yet.

How about a happy news, politics free open thread? Have any good news to share?

ETA: Thanks to dmsilev for this