Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts

Saturday, February 24, 2018

This one is for Spinelli

I decided to watch "Let it Go", a comedy special done by Bill Burr in 2010. My first impression is that ol' Bill has a few anger issues, just sayin'. Fortunately he works it out through comedy. Boy is on edge to say the least. His standup routines are very good, he manages to stay agitated for an hour - what discipline! As a pet owner there was one bit I could relate to, about getting a dog from a pound. In an alter ego voice Burr says "This is my dog, he's a rescue, I rescued him!" Then, as himself "You rescued it? You pulled it out of a burning building? You jumped into a river with your wingtips on? With no concern for your own safety? No - you went to the pound and got a free dog!"

Of course his over-the-top delivery contributes to that sketch. Mere words alone just can't convey the contempt he expresses for people's virtue signaling.

The reason I liked that bit is because I actually did rescue a cat a couple of years ago. The building she and her 6 kittens were in was not on fire, more like very slow motion oxidation. It was a shanty that was returning to the earth. Every system was failing - the field stone foundation - falling down. The floor and porch joists - rotten. The roof - well, I guess it was a roof once. Anyway, the mooks that lived there, in squalor, with no power, weren't really taking care of the animals so a friend of mine, who had been delivering food to them one day decided to go over and remove all the cats from the premises. We walked up, she kicked in the door (holy cow - even I might have been reluctant to do that), she grabbed the kittens which were inside while I grabbed the momma cat out on the front porch.


I documented that moment just in case there was some action taken against us, we loaded the 7 cats into my car and took them to the pound. After all the necessary tests, operations, vaccinations and whatnot were done, I went down and adopted that very same cat. It's been nearly two years now and while she will never be as calm as a cat raised around actual humans, she is doing okay.

The junkies moved away, all of the related cats found homes, and I was successfully able to resist the urge to burn down the shanty. Yeah, people who mistreat pets make me angry, but I try to keep things in perspective - the cats are safe and that's what matters.


This is a picture of how she looks these days - amazing what having regular food and no kittens will do for an old girl.


Crank up the volume to feel the power of this composition played on that instrument.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Heres my plan to deal with the liberals, the news media and hipsters!

Chinese Man Allegedly Imprisoned 500 Cats to Sell Them to Restaurants

Breitbart Blog June 14, 2017 by Katherine Rodriquez 

A Chinese man allegedly imprisoned 500 cats with the intention of selling them to restaurants so they can be served as food.

The man allegedly used sparrows and caged birds to lure the cats, both stray and domestic, into tiny cages in the city of Jiujiang in China, the Washington Post reported.
Police found the cats, some that were dying, crowded in cages in the sweltering heat, located in a small truck and a hut near the highway.
A police officer told local news outlets that the man sold the cats for 30 yuan ($4.40) apiece.
Police arrested the man, who is identified only as Sun, Sunday after another man filed a complaint with police about multiple pets being stolen from him.
Police said they would release all 500 cats if no owners collected them.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Monday, April 11, 2016

Monday, November 23, 2015

"Facing highest threat alert, Belgians bring out their cats"

What police force would start playing along with a practical joke when the capital is facing its highest state of alert and its most-wanted fugitive is still on the run? Right!
Late Sunday, police asked people to stop commenting on ongoing raids in social media to avoid tipping off suspects.
En masse, they did more than that, becoming mischievous within minutes.
The hashtag #BrusselsLockdown suddenly shifted from serious to humorous, tweeting a flood of pictures of all-too-innocent cats in all kinds of situations — holding their paws up as if captured, posing as police snipers with automatic weapons, and ignoring police warnings to stay away from windows.
One tweet had a cat wearing a bowler hat, the trademark of Rene Magritte, Belgium's greatest surrealist.
Within hours, federal prosecutor Eric Van Der Syp said police wanted to thank "social media users because they took the need of this operation into account."
Police joined the party on Monday, posting a picture of a dish overflowing with dry cat food "For the cats that came to our aid last evening. Serve yourself! #BrusselsLockdown"

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

"Jubilate: An Homage in Catterel* Verse"


For I will consider my Cat Cherie
for she is the very apotheosis of Cat-Beauty
which is to say, nothing extraordinary
for in the Cat, beauty is ordinary
like the bliss
conferred
upon us
in the hypnosis
of purr-
ing.
She has been known
to knead her claws
upon a sleeve.
And on a knee.
And on bare skin,
sharp claws sinking in—
just a warning.
For she is of the tribe of Tyger
and eyes burning bright
though cuddling
at night
until you wake to discover—
where is she? Cher-ie?
Don’t inquire.

For in considering my Cat Cherie
I am considering Catitude—
each Cat the (essential)
equivalent of all others
not varying freak-
ishly in size
(like crude D*gs)
but pleas-
ingly Platonic.
Cat-chutzpah
is the “sheathed
claw”—
no heart borne
upon a foreleg,
but
your challenge
to decode,
like poetry
of a subtlety
that does not bark
its meaning
but forces us to
be just a little
smarter than
we are.
(Unlike D*gs
whose un-
critical adulation
makes us
dumber.)
Of Twitter it is estimated
somewhere beyond thirty-one percent
who tweet are feline,
in nocturnal prowl
slyly retweeting
their kind,
reproducing,
replicating
the dark rapacious ever-
fecund feral-soul
that is the sea
upon which “civilization”
floats, uneasily.
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* “Catterel”—an elevated variant of “doggerel”

Sunday, June 14, 2015

"The Artful Dodger – A Ginger Tom Catching the Bus by Himself"


"Some cats are far more resourceful than we ever give them credit for. Take the Artful Dodger for instance, a ginger tomcat aptly named after the famous Dickens’ character, from Bridport, UK. Not satisfied to merely roam close to home like a regular cat, Artful Dodger has taken to hopping on and off public transport at the bus station near his house. The 15 year old cat waits at the bus stop for the bus to arrive and then travels the 10 mile round trip to neighboring Charmouth so often, that the drivers started bringing in tins of cat food to work. They even know what stop to let him off at."

 
At the end of his journeys the roving moggy hops off the bus close to his house and returns home in time for dinner.

Via Reddit

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Coalition of the willing















"Alaa, an ambulance driver, feeds cats in Masaken Hanano, Aleppo, Sept. 24, 2014. Alaa buys about $4 of meat everyday to feed about 150 abandoned cats in Masaken Hanano, a neigborhood in Aleppo that has been abandoned because of shelling from forces loyal to Syria's president Bashar Al-Assad on it. Alaa said that he has been feeding and taking care of the cats for over 2 months."

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Cripes, I'm a cat!

This whole time I thought I was a baby.

Friday, February 7, 2014

Gay Patriot: "Rick Santorum was right!"


Sunday, July 28, 2013