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A couple of days ago: I realize that there’s this intense, loud silence full of energy coming from the porch. (All you parents of kids old enough to get into mischief know what I’m talking about!) I go out there, and my first thought is someone had the biggest and neatest poop I’ve ever seen. One long black rope coiled around and around on itself.

Yeah. It’s a black snake curled up on the floor, playing dead while Delilah watches over it. If any part of it moves just a little bit, my cat puts a paw out and the snake plays dead again. Over and over and over and over. (I didn’t think to snap a picture until after the fact.)

I felt for the snake, but not enough to actually touch it. A planter, a magazine, and a quick run out the screen door gave the snake his freedom and deprived Delilah of her “playmate”.

Delilah

Delilah

OBESIGENIC: a term coined to suggest that in today’s [Western] society, many things increase one’s chances for overweight or obesity, including availability of fast foods, increased stress, toxic environments, decreased sleep, and a sedentary lifestyle. I came across this word in my reading recently. It doesn’t remove the responsibility from an individual, but it doesn’t make it any easier, either.

Then I came across “smell-o-vision”. It’s not for real yet, but it’s coming. Domino’s Pizza is testing a version of it out in Brazil. Currently, special [pizza] scented ink is used on select rental DVDs, and by the time the movie is over, the player has heated up the ink so that when the user ejects the DVD, it smells like pizza and the printing on top of the disc suggests that a pizza would taste great with the next movie. Not so subliminal advertising. (Heck, Barnes & Noble already sends the smell of fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies every so often through its Cafe and store.) I’m sure it’s just a matter of time before they figure out how to do it during the movie. (Hey, I suddenly feel like a pizza! Hit pause so we can order it. Thirty minutes later: hit pause again so we can pay the driver and dish out the chow. Yes! Now, back to the movie …)

It feels like we live in a war zone. On one side, the advertising and all the companies behind it trying to sell us something, no matter that it’s better for their pockets than our health (be it medical, psychological, or financial health that we’re talking about). On the other side, the individual. Or, the individual consumer if you prefer. We all know what advertising is trying to do. Many of us say we think for ourselves and ads don’t affect us. But big business spends big bucks on advertising … a big argument that advertising does affect us. It’s said that knowledge is power – but is our knowledge affected by advertising that has skewed the facts to sell something?

I worked as a grant writer when I first came to Florida. Given enough time and creativity, I can take the same set of statistics (numerical “facts”) and use that set to prove two facts that are the polar opposites of each other – i.e., mental illness is increasing and mental illness is decreasing. Why would I be surprised to find out that advertising does the same thing?

bumper sticker I had to take a picture of - car belongs to a mathemetician

bumper sticker I had to take a picture of – car belongs to a mathematician

Enough of the rant. I am feeling pleasantly relaxed smelling the rose scent wafting around my home, courtesy of Cheryl and her Haus of Scents (sorry, couldn’t resist the juxtaposition with the above rant). Let’s go to the dog park. I was there last week when a dad came in with two young boys (probably 6 and 8) and a dog. This guy is truly a dad. The lesson started with coming into the park, and how one door needs to be closed before the other one can be opened (to keep dogs from escaping). Then, it was time to teach a new chore to the younger boy. Yep, picking up the poop after the dog does his business. That little boy was so grossed out by the thought of picking up the steaming fresh poo … I looked the other way to hide my extreme amusement. Later, the dad commented that he was killing two birds with one stone by having his boys run after the dog. I told him it looked like he was actually killing three birds and wished him a pleasant evening.

I wish the same for you.

 

 

 

 

 

I almost didn’t get her. In fact, I didn’t at first. She and her sister were found on a hospital doorstep in the aftermath of Hurricane Charlie. Their age was estimated at 7 or 8 years of age.

Samantha ignored me to explore her surroundings while Tabitha was pathologically shy, so I took Tabitha home first. Renamed her Butter. Only took one home because I didn’t think I could handle two. I went back a couple of days later to see if Samantha was still there.

She was. When she saw me, she immediately came to attention and started MREOWRING at me.

I didn’t listen.

A few more days, and I realized that (1) I wasn’t as allergic to Butter as I was to Rum Tum Tigger, my first cat; (2) Butter was wandering around the kitchen constantly, mewling plaintively, seeming like she was looking for her sister; and (3) I couldn’t get Samantha out of my head or heart.

I listened this time – only when I went back to Petsmart to get Samantha, she was gone. I was frozen. I will forever be grateful to Yen-Ling for going to ask about Samantha and finding out that she was in a local foster home … they didn’t want to send her back to the shelter because of her age. I picked her up, renamed her Buttons, and brought her home. She didn’t stop caterwauling the entire way.

I listened and reassured her as best I could.

Buttons is my people-whore cat. She loves being petted, and any visitor to my home needs to give her the attention due her or she is very vocal in letting you know you’re failing in your job as her minion. You have no choice but to listen. I’ve been listening and talking to her for almost 9 years now.

A year ago, Buttons was diagnosed with chronic renal failure. A month or so ago, she took a turn for the worse – uncoordinated stumbling, weak hind legs, losing weight while drinking and eating like crazy.

I listened, took her to the vet, and I’ve since been giving her subQ fluids at home, which seem to help her feel more comfortable … after getting the fluids, she lays down normally instead of looking like she’s in pain. The past couple of days, she’s started vomiting up some of her food, and I woke this morning to diarrhea outside the litter box. (I’ve covered the area around the litter boxes with puppy pads since she doesn’t have the strength to get all the way in the boxes anymore.)

I’m listening, I just don’t want to face what I’m hearing.

I got some catnip at the store today. Used to be Buttons would find the container with the catnip and try to get at it while I put the rest of the groceries away. Then she’d roll in it, eat it, and suddenly plop over on her side zoned out in bliss. It makes for a hilarious video. Today, she showed no interest in it. None. Not even when I put it right in front of her.

I’m listening. But I want more time to assimilate what I’m hearing.

I did call the vet today to ask about her end of life. I am relieved that the vet will come to Buttons rather than making Buttons go to her. That’s as far as I could get today. I said I’d call back when it’s time to make an appointment.

If I listen really hard, I hear that it’s time to make the appointment. It’s the lack of interest in the catnip that really hammered that home.

I so wish I could not listen.

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