Tornadoes in Southern Part of USA

I just visited the NYTimes where I looked through the photos of the wedding of Kate and William and then the tornado results that have hit the southland so badly. I had had a dream the other morning which had really impacted me bigtime, as it had reminded me of an old t.v. show years ago showing what happened to Arizona when a meteorite hit it. In this dream, I was wandering around with crowds of people after some dreadful disaster had occurred, so I checked to see if I wrote it here or elsewhere. I know that I wrote about it, but I am not now sure where it was or to whom it was that I wrote of this event. At any rate, the photos from the NYTimes made me remember it as I associate it now with the numbers of people who are being driven into a similar scenario due to these devastating tornados. I had hoped that some natural disaster would not strike us this way, but alas and alack, I see now that it has hit the Midwest and south very hard. I spoke of it to my friends on Easter Sunday as that was the day on which I had the dream. I was a part of a large mass of people who had suffered a terrible and crushing disaster, as all buildings were obliterated, and while things were being given away and distributed to the needy, people did not want them so much as they wanted their homes. I spoke of this and Jeff got the meaning of it right away. So seeing these pictures from the times reminds me of that dream...it has come true after all.

http://content.usatoday.com/communities/idolchatter/post/2011/04/american-idol-results-six-becomes-five/1

http://content.usatoday.com/communities/idolchatter/post/2011/04/american-idol-results-six-becomes-five/1

Conclusion of Cat situation

Well, it isn't over yet,as I have not yet talked to Sandra yet about it but sent her an email explaining what had happened briefly and she was sorry that I had had a stressful time. She does not know the half of it yet so I am not going to ruin her Easter Sunday by explaining all until after she returns from the Monastery and has time to hear it out.

Janice jumped the gun in my opinion but I did not really care as I was all too happy to have Snowball removed from the premises since she was causing so much distress for me.

I was not very friendly towards her myself after she reacted badly, and after she would not move at all. I was even unhappier with Alexander for having been a bad cat at this point when both should have been behaving in a friendlier fashion. I had never expected such a predicament and was angry at myself as well for not considering how Alexander might react. But for Heaven's sake, she is His cat mother.

I learned that does not mean a thing except that I finally learned where it is that he got the little brown smudge marks around his nose as they are exactly the same on her nose.

This is a problem for we have four headstrong people involved in this cat situation. Janice is a pet sitter who thinks she knows everything there is to know about cats and dogs from that angle, and has very set opinions on how cats and dogs should be raised. She is a cat person more than a dog person. I am, by nature, a dog person more than a cat person, but I have learned to love cats now that I have one and have learned a lot about him. I call him dog half the time too.

I used to call my yorkshire terrier part cat, so now I have alexander, part dog.

Sometimes I even call him Clancey and he sure acted a lot like him last night too.

At any rate, Sandra is a woman who has way too many cats, and is trying to farm them out,finding the right homes for them. Sandra is a good hearted Christian woman who also thinks she alone knows how to raise cats, dogs, and children.

Lord save us all from the people who always think that they alone know how to do anything, and better than anyone else.

The other strong opinionated woman is also a woman who wants to love animals, have them love her, and to be an expert as well, but who does agree that both Janice and Sandra are both wrong in what they are doing with each other. And it is this...

Sandra neglects her cats, and has Snowball, Bella Su Vino, Itsy and Bitsy, (Alexander's siblings), another kitten from the ass't. manager for her son, and now all of the asst. mgr's cat's newborn kittens, and occasionally lets her daughter's dog stay in the house. That makes 12 cats and one dog!

The two white Persians are filthy dirty due to neglect, lack of brushing, bathing, and grooming, and Alexander's siblings are also on their own, but not appearing quite so dirty or neglected...don't know why.

So these cats go to Janice's home to eat food that she provides for them, thinking that she is doing the kittens a favor, not caring what Sandra does think, and so the cats continue to wander in and out of Janice's home at will. She thinks that she knows better than Sandra on how to treat cats.

So I get caught in the middle of this war going on between two apartments and two neighbors. I agree that Sandra does neglect her cats, but I do disagree that Janice should make up for it, and take it upon herself to solve the situation.

So that is why we have a problem ongoing, why I wanted to clean up Snowball who may be pregnant again, and why I wanted this to end happy ever after instead of miserably as it is continuing to do.

I did get my cat vaccinated, and he is going to be neuteured soon because I also am tired of the growing kitten population with few people willing to care for them properly.

I wish he could have one litter because he is a little beauty but I am wondering about what will happen to the kittens, and who will want them if I do have him bred to a female.

At any rate, he will be neutered soon as I have the vet ready to do it. So it goes...Cat wars ever unending...

Cat Saga at an End

Last evening, Janice and I successfully transported Snowball to my apartment so that I could possibly give her a shampoo with a foam non water shampoo that is really quite nice. But to do that, I had to develop a rapport with the cat which just could not happen as it turned out. We got her into the house to let her run freely to the patio door where her son, Alexander, followed after her. All evening long Alexander would not tear himself away from her. He sat and watched her, stayed near her, and she seemed to simply stay still and quiet. She may have hissed at him once as I can no longer well remember everything that happened, making me wonder why it is that people seem to think that any emotionally distressful thing can be recalled readily. At any rate, I picked her up and took her into the bathroom to show her the litter box since Janice told me she had a full stomach which generally means soon that she will be emptying that stomach into the litter box.

Because the litter box sits next to the toilet seat, she immediately hid behind the toilet and Alexander parked himself near her to watch, and guard her all night. I petted her once, and even attempted to have her move, but she had a fit at that, and fought back, and I let it be, getting a lesson in cat movements that made me more than a bit sore and angry at her as well as at him. So I left them to themselves, him parking himself at the doorway so that she couldn't get past him if she tried, and I went to bed to sleep.

At 4:00 in the morning I am wakened by this howling screech and wondered what the heck, and went in to see who was screeching so loudly. I saw Alexander standing at the rim of the tub in attack mode howling at his mother who was now sitting in his favorite spot to lie down in the tub...

I got him out of there, but with some effort, as he fought me, and scratched me, and went into a catfit like I have never seen before. He was on the floor, literally shaking, and I calmed him down to bring him out, remove his litter box to the dressing area, and to keep him away from his mother for the rest of the night. I put a clean litter box in for her to use, some food and water, and closed the door, only to return whenever I had to go to the john (which turned out to be too often for my own good, but pee I had to do as I was a bit of a wreck too by this time.) Snowall stayed calm all night, stayed in the bathtub, and I told her she could either leave if she wanted or stay there and put up with this all night. I then let the door open, put Alexander in a carrier so he could not run after her and bother her, and she would not budge but stayed in the tub.

I made a mistake and told my neighbor Janice about it as it was at her house that I had found Snowball to bring to my apartment. Janice took everything wrong, plainly being a pain in the ass to me, by accusing me of keeping her over night. I never keep them overnight she said, as if that mattered. She did not know what had happened between me and Sandra, or me and the cats, so why is she jumping to conclusions I am wondering.

But at this point, I don't give a darn. I just want to sleep and to get some rest, and am angry at cats in general and would probably put them all out of existence at this point.

But Alexander had been stressed out, fearful that his mother would probably move in,compete with him, and take his place. I had to calm him down, get him to do his normal routine to show him that he had nothing to fear so he returned to his own habits and was soon back to his normal self. I would never let him go near Snowball again, and eventually talked to Janice who decided to take it upon herself to help me by coming to get Snowball and return her to her patio.

I told Sandra what had happened.

Cat Problem

I have neighbors who are cat crazy. Right now, I am catsitting for a neighbor who is out of town. I had promised to wash her cat, give her a shampoo, but it is a water free shampoo that I have that cleans and restores the shine to the fur. However, if the cat is resistant I will not do it. She is a pedigreed Persian, and the mother of my kitten. I finally learned why my kitten has a nose with two brown smudges on either side, and I see that it is exactly like his mothers. He is definitely his father's side of the family except for that brown coloring beside each side of his nose. It has always fascinated me. This is the first that I have seen Snowball up this close.

I had not known that she was going to be out of town or I might have waited a day to do this. Now the poor cat will have to stay here until she returns. She had been going to the neighbor's home to spend the night but for now she is stuck with me and her son, Alexander.

Alexander and she have not taken to one another. But I have two litter boxes so each can use a different one, and not have to infringe on the other's comfort level. I have set a plate of food out for her if she decides to get out of the bathroom to find food and drink anywhere.

This saga will have another chapter tomorrow evening. This trial has only just begun...

Writing my novel

You know that I have not done a thing with my nanowrimo experience but let it rest, like you are supposed to let steak rest so as not to lose the juices. But I was just reading something at facebook that convinced me that probably I should try to write parts and pieces of my novel here just for the airing of them. I have not been keeping up with my other journal either as these past few months have been so busy that I have time to do only so much. Age is full of limitations as you age. It sounds like excuses for procrastination, but in reality, it is common sense not to take on too much as I am often want to do.

You see as I let it rest I critically examine it more and more and think of the areas in it which need development. It is not like I am not working on it. I am, but it is a revision within my head thing more than put it down on paper. I can see areas where I can finally develop the general outline to make it more interesting and entertaining.

So I may use the blog just to create some ideas about expansion...this is only thinking outloud but on a place where I can refer back to it.

I had two dreams this morning that I can finally recall a tiny bit...one was about an auto accident, and using blood and evidence to prove guilt or innocence...the other for some reason about a wine invitation and a letter that seems to get confused. Neither dream makes sense at all, and I don't see them entirely as metaphors, but perhaps so...but one was about living family relatives which I could see clearly at an age where they had been when younger, and the other of friends who are also seen in their youthful stage...now I wonder why it is that dreams do that, take us to times past rather than in the present. dreams are strange things to endure, aren't they?

Hallelujah, He is risen