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

This Was Not How I Expected To End My Day

After a very long week away and an even longer 8 hour drive home, this happened. A neighbor spotted these two at the local playground (with pond) and they tried to follow him home. This was yesterday and he was worried. So, since my niece and I had been driving all day, we decided we could use a walk and went to see what we could see.

These two came right up to us. They were hungry, friendly and completely ill-equipped to survive on their own. I had brought cat food along (mine ate cat and dog food along with chicken feed for that well rounded diet, LOL – or just to annoy the four-footers in the family) and they took it right out of my hand.

The only thing I had to capture them with was a cooler a friend had lent me for the trip. Deciding I’d just buy her a new one, I corralled them (one in the grass, the other I had to snag from the water) and brought them home.

Their photo is now on the neighborhood lost and found website page and they are tucked away in the garage, with food, water, cilantro – a duck favorite. Bixby is beside himself with curiosity, but I don’t want to stress them, so he’s banned from the garage.

The good news, the excitement has tempered any disapproval from the dogs about my long absence. The bad news? I’m attached (I love ducks) but am in no position at the moment to add more critters to my menagerie. There may need to be an intervention.

I. am. exhausted.

Open thread!

Thursday Morning Open Thread: Welcome, Finnick

News that doesn’t suck, from faithful commentor Tissue-Thin Pseudonym:

It has been requested that I provide information on the new feline overlord at Chez TTTP: Finncik Neal. I got him at the St Paul Humane Society last Friday. I went intending to get a feisty little girl, since Dirk still misses Monster bossing him around, but that only lasted until I met Finnick. He stayed under the chairs in the visiting room for the whole half hour I was there, but he didn’t shy away when I reached under to pet him, and by the end he was at the edge of the chair I was sitting on, letting me scritch his head.

I thought that was very brave for 10-month old cat only a couple of weeks out of surgery to remove his left hind leg. He was found as a stray, and had multiple torn ligaments and other damage in the knee and they decided that amputation was the best option. He’s still working to master running on three legs, and it can be entertaining to watch him try on the mix of hardwood and linoleum floors in my house.

The integration with the rest of the household is going well. Harry is still perturbed, which was unexpected given how laid back he is about everything else. We made it through the whole day with all of us sleeping on my bed. I left the door to Finnick’s room open while I’m at work tonight for the first time. Hopefully there’s no blood on the floor when I get home.

Apart from cheering on feline overlords — and prepping for Drama King Comey’s latest all-networks appearance — what’s on the agenda for the day?

Buddy Update: He’s Home!

BL emailed me and asked that I move her update via comment to the front page:

I just returned Buddy to his home. The owner had returned from his trip.They had to leave suddenly to attend a funeral in Detroit. He is elderly but clearly cares for Buddy, whose name is Buddy. They live on 4 acres and normally Buddy has the run of much of it, but there was some confusion when they had to leave suddenly.

Hopefully he does not leave Buddy in the care of the neighbor who lost track of Buddy.

I checked with YouCaring, but there is no method for refunding directly through YouCaring. However, YouCaring did provide me with a list of donors, amounts and email addresses. I will be sending an email to all who donated to Buddy asking your preference – I can make a donation to John’s animal charity or send you a check. Please check your emails for a gmail from b l a m b 1 0 1 0 and let me know your preference. If you want a refund, and I know there are those on BJ who are struggling, I am happy to send a check. If I havent heard from you within a week, then I will assume you are ok with donating your portion to John’s favorite animal rescue charity. Another alternative is forwarding the donation in honor of greennotGreen.

Also, I was in discussion with the Senior Dog Sanctuary of Maryland about taking Buddy when I heard from the neighbor. They had agreed to take Buddy in today, if I wasnt satisfied the person was Buddy’s owner. If you need a rescue for older dogs in the DC area, they are very nice and have a wonderful facility. They also were willing to mediate returning Buddy home if I wasnt comfortable doing it myself.

P.S. What is John’s favorite animal rescue charity?

So if you want a refund, you know what to do. And thanks again for everyone who helped out – from chipping in to offering to foster to offering to adopt.