Feline’s at the Asylum

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Vanity: the original hate crime

I would do anything for my animals.  In particular, when it comes to my cats, I would willing give up sinus infections, dry eye, fur lined pillow cases, etc., etc.

Having worked as an Adoption Manager at a local animal shelter…I know for a fact that the weirdest , freakiest, funkiest and most, masochistic, persons…are cat owners.  Or, should I most correctly say, the cat owned human.

One story has always struck me as, perhaps, the most disturbing case of Feline Love..I have ever heard.

In animal shelters, there are many things that are dreaded.  The return of a questionablly behaved animal.  The phone call from a new pet owner…directly after an adoption.  And, the greeting card.

The greeting card from the new family with a resident Diva…can go either way.  Typically, if a cat adopter is particularly dismayed by some strange behavior.  They will call.  Almost immediately!

These people will not wait for the next business day.  These people want to know why Pumpkin insists on cornering the family dog, Shemp, in the kitchen.  The dog has not dared to come out in two hours…and, the time has come for Shemp’s nightly walk.

When a greeting/thank you/fuck off card arrives…it usually has a postmark from a local lawyer.

The one I received, however, makes my love for the feline pale…in comparison.

Bruiser had been a large and in charge, tuxedo, Tom cat.  He had ruled the neighborhood he roamed, until he came to us.  And, upon arrival to the community cat room, he was a stud to the gals, a formidable opponent to the other males.

Mrs. Stone had just lost her one and only the cat.  The children were lost without her.  And, currently, Mr. Stone was doing nothing right…as far as, replacing the antics of said former cat.

When Mrs. Stone and children saw Bruiser’s swagger and his charisma, they were hooked.  His carefree attitude indeed…needed a home.

I hadn’t heard from the Stones for a few months.  Breathing a sigh of relief, I had known that Bruiser’s adoption could have gone either way.  Bruiser had a way of letting you know…physically, that your attention was no longer needed.

Dear Ruth,

Merry Christmas.  I am so sorry that it has taken so long to let you know how Bruiser is.  It has been a very busy few months.

Unfortunately, my diabetes has taken a turn for the worse.  I know have an infusion set to deliver insulin to me at night.  The tubing is long…and, dare I say, a pain in the ass.

Oh well, stuff happens.

Bruiser is letting the kids know where they stand…in the order of things.  He is currently letting Mr. Stone know that he is no longer, king of anything.

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Last night, had been a bad night for me.  The insulin had stopped pumping.  We woke up to the alarm going off.  I had been struggling with dizziness, feeling very faint.

After turning the bedside lamp on, we realised that Bruiser had eaten thru the tubing.  The doctor said I could have gone into a coma!

Anyhow, I hope the season treats you and yours well.

Just wanted to let you know that Bruiser is the best thing that has ever happened to our family.  You and Bruiser have saved us…when we were lost.

Thank you so much,

Rhonda Stone

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I had a dream last night…the inmates had taken over the asylum.  I awoke this more to the cats nibbling at my feet. 

 

 

Blindsided by Complacency

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Though we all struggle with our own demons.  There is no evil presence such as, complacency.

What a relieve to wallow in my own shit?

Well, no, not really.  It does me and anyone I know, very little good if I do not get off the cross and take a walk around…gather in what small acts of kindness can do.

Occasionally, I will go down to visit some friends that I have made.  Society calls them homeless.  I call them too easily disposed by the powers that be.

I had been homeless once.   And, though, the climate had been warm, I will never forget the ‘look’!  The ‘lack’ of a good conversation.  The way passersby turned their heads ever so slightly.  Just enough to not acknowledge my presence.

Course, those days are over…for good?  Only the Goddess knows and she ain’t telling.

With due course, refugee’s will be coming by the masses.  Most likely, with struggle and condemnation.  I do not disagree in holding out a helping hand to those who only want…what I take so, lightly.  I do have a qualm with the continued lack of respect and acknowledgment that our society hands to it’s impoverished forgotten disposable beings…that most likely, just want the warmth of a good conversation.

“How can there be so much life and death intertwined?  The bottomless depth of emotion’s cascading course!  I walk with bloodied hands.  Knowing I am no better.  No stone cast forward from my shadow’s grace.  No closed door within my house…that hadn’t been there without my force.  True as the winds dimish and the sun wanes…my walking stick unwittingly becomes…judgment’s cane.”

 

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MIchael and Ginnie: holding a picture of Junior. Junior ended up being surrendered. As Michael puts it, “…the winter outside…ain’t no place for a dog!”
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Jonathan: loves to serenade you with tunes from the Righteous Brothers. He gets a little edgy when he hears voices. He will be evicted next month.
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Jethro: Claims to be a career criminal. Claims he’d rather freeze outside than to be back behind the wall. He is currently homeless.
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If we continue to sit in the calm of our comfort…we will miss the abstraction of giving.

Who Rescued Who?

No Bigotry Amongst the Domesticated
No Bigotry Amongst the Domesticated
The story behind this picture is this:
Every day – at the same time – she waits for him.
Sometimes she barks to call him.
He comes; they rub and greet each other
and they go for a walk.
They have done this for 5 years
and no, they don’t belong to the same owners.
The owners didn’t know until neighbors, seeing them together so frequently,
commented to the cat’s owner, who then followed the dog home
and discovered it was a distance away, not in a house close by or next door.
How it started no one knows.
Hate to say it, you cannot deny facts.
Animals tend to have a more peaceful, spiritual and non-threatening life than us.  That is until humans join in.
Cats and dogs alike for years have discovered what we ‘Earth Beings’ keep searching for: the truth and/or the meaning of our existence.  Seems that ignorance is not quite bliss but indifference to differences can be very illuminating and poetically just.
A shelter dog had been received once by a young not hip family.  Story tells it…’bout five or so years ago, she, this MUTT, encompassed lives in need of mending.
What did this brown dog do? She stepped in quiet, aloof and distantly careful to the touch.  She had been abused by none other than a dog’s supposed best friend, MAN!
‘Do not touch the dog, do not look the dog in the eye, do not encourage her to have contact with other animals and for God’s sake, do not ever, ever, ever, assume this animal can forgive far quicker than any human on this not so green planet.’
The couple, known as, Shelter Whores, had volunteered, worked and played in the environment known to most as: animal rescue.

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teach tolerance
Aware of the faults this ‘dog’ had.  They too had come with their own baggage.  Could it not be that ‘people’ can change?
So, with little regard for ‘things’ in the past the family began anew.  No one had history, at least not a history baring them from growing.
Five years have come and gone.  Family still intact.  The house is filled with misfits and castaways from society and shelters and powers that be.  Acceptance remains the only true piece to the simple puzzle.
What had this beaten down and confused ‘dog’ brought to the table?
Life is a simple idea for complicated people!
Wouldn’t it be great to have friends like this
always there, no words needed, they just intuitively recognize
the value of each other in their lives and act accordingly.
Live, Laugh, Love
Life is not the way it’s supposed to be. It’s the way it is.
The way we cope with it is what makes the difference.
A wise person once said …There comes a time in life, when you
walk away from all the drama and people who create it.
You surround yourself with people who make you laugh, forget
the bad, and focus on the good.
So love the people who treat you right, pray for the ones who don’t.
Life is too short to be anything but happy.
Falling down is a part of life, getting back up is living.
AND, CAN I HEAR A ” WHO RESCUED WHO”?!

she just makes me want to be a better person
she just makes me want to be a better person

 

the Free Spirit Donation Train

Research shows:

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Every human over the age of ‘put your big girl panties on and deal with it’ wants to start sucking their thumbs and play with their imaginary friend…just for one day!

Everyday, an oil spill, an unprovoked kill.

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Every hour, a woman or man is abused at the hands of someone who claims to love them.

Once a day, a my father does not fight fair with my mother and someone else is bullied into a shell of doubtful existence.

On the hour, every hour, a charity magnet is stolen from someone’s car.

On the second, this very second in which I type, a woman looses an inch of her rights and is shamed by the pound for the girth in her soul.

Today, the fleeting thought of:

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1. Playing dumb

2. Playing hide and please don’t seek

3. Eating a basket of KFC original recipe without regret

4. Watching Forest Gump and believing in the innocence of ignorance

5. Wiping the soiled cat box the ‘please donate’ mail from over fed politicians

6. Going to the nearest Arcade and playing a days worth of kick Ms. Pacman’s ass old school

Every now and again, this list sounds enticing.

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No, Abortion Barbie.  No, Lena Dunham would look better if she looked like someone else.  No, hired hand Cops to take the good out of good Samaritan.

No, no, no, of what I know to be right.  How can it be that marriage is wrong when love is the main ingredient?

How is it that persons who have never had a menstrual cycle can choice what my body can and cannot do?

Why have we gone and become complacent?

Free spirits are difficult to find.  They are there, however.  Waking everyday believing, writing, painting, pulling and constructing ideas that have the ability to take the chips.  One small great effort at a time.  Buying a coffee for an obviously down on their luck neighbor.  Helping renovate a vandalized Boys and Girls club.  Walking a shelter dog come rain, snow or sleet.

These tiny bodies are chipping away at the chip on America’s ignorant shoulder.  Everyday believing that though it is easier to give up than give…everyday knowing freedom of spirit does not come with a price tag.

...not all of us can do great things but we can do small things we great love...
…not all of us can do great things but we can do small things we great love…

Dog Ma!

Bacon!!!!
Bacon!!!!

What is the embodiment of a great philosopher?  Is it the ability to perform with little in the manner of the spoken word and still keep a firm handle on your audience?

Take a dog.  A simpleton breed.  A bizarre mixture of stubborn, rowdy and forever horny; beagle.  And, add a small but potent dose of DNA containing a flat footed, nothing but gums and bad teeth, bulldog.

How could something so saintly stupid yet desirably bursting with bad jokes be a possible poet?

When times have singled us out as the worse person in the world, or so we believe; the only descendent by our side, the dog.  The Beabull.  The Lab-Doodle.  The  Jack Shih/ Zu.

As the year’s resolution fades into the inches we promised to not add to our waist; does not our trusted canine friend take every high calorie item out of our harm’s way?

In the depth’s of our anguish over the common cold that has effected us in an uncommon way; Fido, Princess, Benji, or as in my situation, Bogie, have made themselves our only needed remedy.  Our personally owned and operated Secret Not So Secret Service Animal.

What is a great philosopher?  A being that has built trust with little fanfare.  A component in our everyday lives in which we pay homage to.

A four legged fur lined Ying-Yang.  Breathing our sorrows in and releasing them into a pile of ‘it all makes sense now’ slobbered sobering awareness that there is something indeed greater than ourselves out there.