I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, 'wouldn't it be much worse if life *were* fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them?' So now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe. – M. Cole
So, as I said recently, we have new additions to the family. Here are some photos of them and a few short videos. We did screw up on what sex some of the little beasties are. Since they are going to be spayed/neutered, we don’t know if it makes that much difference to change the names, and well, a lot of the time, cats just don’t give a damn what their human-given names are. 🙂 Athena is a male, and Leo is a girl. The rest of the kittens are males, so Harley, Jason and Apollo are okay names for them. We’ll probably call Leo Matilda now, taking a riff from “The Professional”. Athena is so sweet looking with that little black nose, I can’t imagine him as a tomcat, so Athena might just stick.
Jason is the stripy one. The black one is Tez (Tezcaltipoca) who isn’t sure about this whole kitten thing. Harley is off to the left.
Aggie (Agamemnon) is the big grey and white cat. The darker stripy one is Apollo, the lighter one, Matilda and the white and stripy is Harley.
This is again with Aggie, Harley, Apollo, Matilda and Athena.
Hera, aka MommaCat, is recovering from her spaying operation. Unbeknownst to us she was still in heat, though the trilling and wiggling around had stopped. That makes the operation a little more difficult but she is doing well.
We have 6 new additions. I had befriended a little kitty earlier this year. She had a lame front paw so I fed her and gave her a place to sleep. Then I saw that she was probably pregnant, but she was so tiny, I figured that she would either have one or two kittens or lose them altogether as is common for new feline mothers.
She had five.
She had them under a neighbor’s shed and then she brought them to our garden. One disappeared and ended up back at the shed. So after a couple of weeks, everyone is now caught, inside the house and being tamed. The vet said the momma cat was only around a year old and she’s only a little over 6 pounds (about 3 kilos). So we are getting her spayed because if she is such a good momma at this age, we’ll be up to our hips in kittens.
Momma cat is Hera. The white and stripes (females I think) are Athena and Harley (Harlequin due to her face that you can’t see here), the three stripey/spotty boys are Apollo, Jason ( ala the Argonauts, for being quite the explorer) and Leo. She’s in the midst of weaning them but they are about as big as her.
Thanks for following. This is a quick post of our tasty meal from last weekend and me with one of our new boys.
We made chicken mole last weeked. Very tasty and yep, it’s from a Martha Stewart recipe, but we like it. I have learned to make corn tortillas (with a press) and made some Yucatecan pickled onions to go with it from Rick Bayless recipe. I like a bit of acid to spark up my meals.
This is our smaller new kitty, Agamemnon aka Aggie. He is the smaller of the two. Kitty pieta. I make a very ugly and work weary Madonna. But I have the carpet ripped up and the floor finished!
I spent the new years holiday tearing apart a room in our house since I had some emotions to work out since we had to euthanize the last of our older kitties, Muffin, during the holiday break. Nothing like grief and anger to give one some excess energy. I’ll have pics of the new room at some time.
I also have been gifted a Insta-Pot (pressure cooker/other things) by relatives. Any good recipes? It seems that the Insta-Pot gift is some weird apology from relatives who voted for that idiot Trump.
I just buried my oldest kitty. Even though I’m an atheist, I wrapped her in white linen and tucked a few toys in with her. One can always indulge in thinking that there is a less than omnipotent goddess Sekhmet looking after my furry companions. What could be better, cats and drinking beer with a feisty cat goddess. 🙂 It’s also a damn shame that I can’t trade in one useless human, or ten, for more years with her.
Love is inextricably linked with sorrow, because we are going to die and lose someone or be lost to them. This is why one should take every moment and make that love worth that coin in sorrow that you are going to pay.
We all make that bargain with our love of our critters and oh, how it hurts when it comes due.
Goodbye, Muffin, my little friend. I found you as a kitten in my backyard a little over 15 years ago, the size of my hand. You are back there again, where I can sit and remember you. Including the scars you gave me repeatedly because you had no interest in going to the vet. She was the most ferocious of all of our kitties, the only one we gave a “cute” name. I used Peaceful Pet Passage, an in-home euthanasia service here in central PA. They were kind as they took care of her.
Legend, and reality appears to agree, says during the Great Depression, itinerant workers e.g. hoboes, would let each other know about the conditions of the road and towns that they passed through by using a language of signs. If there was a chance of work, dangerous dogs, vigilant police, that could all be read in a sign left by scratching a nail, rock on metal, etc.
One of those signs was the cat. This signified that a kind hearted woman lived at a home or farm. A hobo might hope to get at least bread and butter and perhaps a cup of milk. Being that I like cats quite a lot, it always appealed to me that a cat would signify someone who cared for others. The people wearing the pinky pussy hats at the very successful marches around the world also got me thinking about this.
I think this sign would make a good thing to let people know that kindness still exists, a kindness with claws behind it.
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As the title says, we got really cool upholstered chairs. Some background on this, my husband’s parents once did upholstery. And when my mother in law was dying from colon cancer, she asked what we would like. We got a pair of decrepit chairs that my husband loved because they were so comfortable, and a gold painted mirror, shelf and candle sconces from circa 1970. The gold set is now at the base of our staircase.
The chairs were in desperate shape 20 years ago, and weren’t getting any better. But we wanted them to be a nice as possible when we finally shelled out the cash to get them done. They left clumps of ancient cotton batting, horsehair and decaying bits of fabric everywhere. There had been this very nice upholstery shop I walked past every day at work, Neil Choquette Fine Upholstery. They had an old store front that had great glass display windows in front, always filled with such lovely vignettes of what was currently finished. I always hoped we could get them done there. Then they vanished.
And finally we had the funds to get them done. As luck would have it, we read about the long lost upholsterers and found out that they were near-by. So we contact them. And couldn’t be happier. This was not a cheap undertaking. We got the fabric we wanted, not what was inexpensive. With all of the insane pleating and buttons and every other upholstery term I don’t know, it took ten yards of fabric that was $100+/yard, a lovely sculpted velvet that is a deep marine blue, the color of the ocean as seen from the lovely windjammer clipper we vacationed on in Maine a few years back. The frames, sticky and opaque with decades of Pledge, were stripped and rehabbed by a Mennonite fellow that Neil works with. I think they are maple and are now a lovely caramel color, gleaming with the deep sheen that good wood has. Neil thought they were probably 1940s or so. He did a very clever thing to the chairs. On the seat under the cushion, instead of using just heavy muslin or some such, he used the velvet and reversed the hand so the velvet from the cushion would catch and the cushion wouldn’t always go slipping off.
Feast your eyes. This pair are as identical as could be made, an incredibly impressive feat. They are essentially a 50th birthday present for my husband and a 25th wedding anniversary present for the both of us. Someone will have a great pair of chairs when our estate is dispersed with after we leave this mortal coil.