Wolf's Den

Gave Caena a bath. Pretty sure I rinsed a few fleas down the drain. Now we need to treat the cats and wash the bedding where she sleeps, just in case. I knew that puppy had fleas from the way he was itching, just the one night he was here. Not happy. We've never had a problem with fleas until now. And I'd like to stop them BEFORE they become a problem.

Speaking of that puppy- whose name was apparently 'Ollie'- I'm fairly certain, ok 99.9%, that the neighbors never went to the shelter to get him. Even after coming over here and raising hell 36-48 hours AFTER the fact. (the one guy came over a full 24 hours AFTER the dog was left out there and had already been taken to the shelter that morning) Seems they'd 'just gotten him', and from what they said, he was gotten from a backyard breeder. There was simply no way that puppy was nearly 3 months old. He was barely 2 months if that and I could see his ribs, for fuck's sake. Purebred Boxer puppies shouldn't weigh less than 10lbs (he was 5-6lbs at best) at nearly 3 months.

The neighbor tried telling me he hadn't been outside for the entire day, despite the fact that I was home the entire day and heard him crying up there. Then he claimed his girlfriend had come to check on him and feed him. Dude, I know what your girlfriend's vehicle looks like, my desk is right near the front door and a window that faces your house. I work from home, remember, I said that? Your girlfriend never checked on that dog. Not once.

When I asked him why in the world he would put the puppy in the farthest point from his side of the duplex, behind the empty side AND tied up with a rope around its neck, he had no answer. When I asked him why there was no food or water, he replied that his girlfriend had fed the dog at 7pm. Bullshit. There was one bowl and it was completely empty and bone dry. The dog was on my side of the fence well before that time.

He claimed he didn't know the dog could fit through the fence. He claimed all he had was papers that list the dog's parents. No shot records, nothing. Now, I may be wrong, but I'm pretty damn sure when a breeder sells a puppy, they're supposed to have at least their first shots. He asked if I knew a cheap vet. I said no, I know a good vet and that pet ownership was not cheap.

He didn't like the fact that he'd get a ticket for no city dog license. Tried to claim he wasn't from here. Yet, he's lived 2 doors down for over a year.

Yeah, I don't think he bothered to go get the dog, let alone call the shelter to say, hey, he's mine.


1.5 weeks until we go on vacation. This will be a bittersweet trip in that we won't be seeing Grandpa for the first time. The Binder Park Zoo Boo will be going on at that time. Yes, it's mostly for kids, but Mark and I intend on going, since we missed going to the Zoo the last time we went up. Not sure if the nieces and nephew will go or not. Probably not, as they'll consider themselves too old for the Zoo anymore.

Need to edit my photos for the Daring Cooks Challenge and do the Daring Bakers Challenge friday so I can get that post setup for while we're gone.

Still playing Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood. Some of the 'Full Synch' requirements are absolute bullshit. There is no way to kill 6 targets in 5 minutes when the first target never shows up until 3 minutes in and the others are scattered across the map, meaning it takes at least 15-20 seconds to get across the map to them IF you don't make a mistake, only to have the next 2 take upwards of a full minute to show up as well. And there's no way to do a Lair in 8 minutes when you have to blend your way across a room, then do a shitload of free running, chasing and climbing only to reach a dead end with absolutely no clear way through, over or around. So I gave up on getting full synchs on everything. It's simply not worth it.

But trying to toss a guard's body from the roof into a well sure is fun.

I'll learn to pay better attention to what Caena is doing outside and realize that yes, there IS a reason she keeps running to a certain section of fence nearly every time she goes out, the first few times she does it, instead of ignoring it for almost a week before finally investigating why, exactly, she's doing this.



Because it seems, the little boy feral kitty sibling of Morrigan has taken up hanging out in her old haunt over there. It was really hot that day (upper 90s+), so I think he was too hot to run. Instead he hissed at me, sniffed noses with Caena and generally looked rather skittish.

I knew there was still a kitty around as someone had been eating the cheap cat food we leave on the front porch, with a bowl of fresh water. Usually at night when we can't see him. He has a pointier face than Morrigan, but is just as small as she still is, though she's filled out nicely. And he doesn't seem scared of Caena, which makes her happy, as it means she has 2 kitties that may play with her now.



And now that we know for certain that he is definitely still around, we'll get a live trap and hopefully catch him, so we can take him to Angels of Assisi for neutering. Because we really don't need any more feral kitties. Then he can live in the backyard until he decides to move on, if he wants.}:)

Mark wants to name him 'Bob'. I said no, because when you name something, it becomes yours and he's way too feral to belong to someone. He countered that he already has a name, 'The Cat'. I just ignored him after that. Sometimes it's just not worth it.

Went out to get some fresh lettuce for Rue the bunny and Morrigan’s sibling was laying on the sidewalk.

Morrigan was a semi-feral kitten when she decided to live in a bucket in the backyard. That was nearly 2 years ago. She’s now a happy housecat.

Well, her sibling is an all black tiny thing like her. Tiny for a male, as the all black Tom that comes around is huge, think Max kitty’s size, but all muscle (Max is abt 18lbs). I leave cat food and fresh water out for him, like I did Morrigan.

Normally he runs when she hears the door. Today, he just laid there, watching me. I even got a few photos of him, good, clear ones. He has a ragged ear from fights and his front left paw appears to be injured.

He only got up to hobble away on 3 legs when I went to sit on the steps, gently talking to him. Usually he’ll disappear by this point, but today, he went as far as the neighbor’s old Bronco (it doesn’t run). There he watched me as I looked over my Irises and talked to him still.

I got fresh water, and put an old, clean towel in a bucket near the cat food. Told the hubby we need to get a live trap for him. I’d rather take him to either Angels of Assisi or the SPCA, where he’ll either be rehabilitated enough to be someone’s pet, if possible- he’s young enough, or they’ll aid him in crossing over, in a comfortable place, rather than scared and alone on the streets, hurting the entire time.



At the very least, they’ll neuter him so there will be that many LESS feral cats out there.

Caena is sometimes way too smart.

Monday night, some time between then and Tuesday morning, she managed to get her collar stuck. To the point where she literally managed to get it to stretch a bit and she chewed it off.

When Mark let her out in the morning, she did her usual grab a stuffed flea toy and dart upstairs to sleep on the bed with me. Only that morning, she went back downstairs to him again. He thought she wanted to be let outside. So he was feeling around for the collar to hook her lead on and couldn't find it.

He said he asked her, 'Where's your collar?' and she backed up between his legs, turned around, went back into her kennel, picked up the collar, brought it to him, then went right back upstairs.

She didn't want outside, she just wanted to let him know, hey, my collar's broken.

Monday evening, we let her out like usual. She runs to the top of the hill where she normally does her business, and got the lead line caught on something, I guess. She sat there, barked at us to let us know she thought she was stuck, but when Mark opened the door, she was waiting for him right outside.

He took one look at her and told her to come see me, whereupon she comes running into the living room as he's saying, 'We have a problem.' I thought she'd been covered in mud or something, but nope, she was trailing about 2 ft of a broken lead behind her. Luckily we have a 30ft lead we use on vacations for her.

She knew her lead was broken, knew no one was around and still did not leave the yard or wander off.

Such a smart dog. And we've only barely touched on recall, boundaries, etc. Heh.

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Woke up this morning to an Aries kitty next to my head, Caena trying to stretch out along my legs, but couldn't, because Morrigan had managed to wedge herself between Caena and my leg. Only one missing was Max. At least I was warm. Heh.

And Morrigan is getting so big too, filling out nicely. Still very playful though. Is NOT happy when the other feral kitties- even her own littermates- comes on the front porch or in the yard. She'll dart from the kitchen window, to the window at my desk, snarling and hissing at them, even though they can't see or hear her. When they leave the porch and walk through the front yard, she'll dart to the front window and stare until she's certain they're gone. It's amusing really.

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In other news...

Still got a cough from the cold/flu/whatever I had over Xmas and New Year's. Mark does too. Nose is still runny/stuffy at times as well, so that doesn't help. Nor does quitting taking Nyquil/Dayquil coldturkey after taking it for nearly 3 weeks straight, sometimes double dosing.

Yeah.

I would make such a bad druggie. Can you say headaches, tight muscles, etc, galore from the slight withdrawal symptoms?? It's not cool. Even now the back of my head/neck is still achey from it. And insomnia on top of it to boot. Ugh, I hate it.

Not fun and not cool.

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Am running a 50% off clearance sale in both my Zibbet shop and my Artfire shop.

Everything except the scrap fabric grab bags and a few lower priced pieces are on sale. It'll run until nearly everything sells or I get tired of it.

Trying to whittle down my supply and declutter a bit. Have a bunch of misc. supplies I'll be listing in my Artfire shop soonish- leather lace, carved bone beads, and such. It'll be cheap, destash prices, trying to clear it out.

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Managed to throw out 3 boxes and 2 bags worth of just stuff already. The back room is looking better with each box I go through. Only one closet- the one downstairs- left to clean out when I finish with that room. Feels good getting rid of things we really don't need, haven't used, is broken and will never be fixed, etc. Still a lot left to do though.

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I know, I suck at blogging so far this year. But well, nothing's really happening.}:P

Morrigan's in there somewhere...

First, a belated Happy Birth Day to Morrigan, who glares at me as I work, more often than not. Samhain was when she first showed up here, so we, ok *I* , designated that as her birth day. And yes, that would be Sims3 loading in the background. It used to take up to an hour to load, until we figured out the issues and fixed it. That was when I'd get the majority of my beadwork done. Now it loads in 20 minutes. Whoops.

( Work moves apace... )