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My Dire-y 06/16/2015, For Cat People

As I approach the contraband laying on the floor in front of my favorite couch, I glance over at my kitties.  The guilty one is slowly slinking away with tail towards the floor.  Without a single word, I have found the guilty party.  I, of course, already knew this.  As cat owners, we all know who is guilty of what.  We know their personalities, their habits, their likes, and dislikes.  I know which cat (Gypsy) gets in the trash at night, and which one puts her toys in the water bowl (Gypsy), and who sneaks into the window curtains at night while I am asleep (both, but more Holly, and I can tell by which vertical blinds are pushed aside – they each have a particular spot), and which lady shits outside the box in protest (Holly; Gypsy actually goes behind Holly, and finishes the job of excrement coverage that Holly only gave paw-service to).  Yes, as cat people, we know who does what.

My downstairs trash can has (“Incorrect verb form after modal”, Fuck You, Grammar Nazi!) a rectangular piece of heavy cardboard, molded into a kind of garden planter shape.  It was part of the packing material from some computer equipment package or another……..probably.  It is exactly the proper size, when fitted upside-down inside the trash can, to snuggly fit inside, and bar access to the mostly paper and plastic trash hiding underneath.  Cats, being the resourceful and sneaky little bastards they are,  and Gypsy, an excellent example of the type, find such things to be a challenge to be overcome, rather than a “KEEP PAWS OUT!” sign.  Today it was a piece of cellophane, you know, the kind you pull off the outside of a new CD or DVD to get to the goods inside.  Cats just love this stuff.  The noise it makes while they pounce and chew only adds to their kitty-pleasure as they attack and destroy their hated foe.  To get at this little “toy”, I found that Gypsy had totally turned the blocking-block of cardboard upside-down, still resting inside the trash can.  I suppose she thought to hide the deed by not overturning the can, and by not digging the block completely out of the can.  But she failed to hide the plastic itself which was the real giveaway.

Yes, cats are much smarter and more resourceful than given credit for in the public eye.  I had taken to hiding the paper bag of cat food in the closet so that the little critters would not tear into the bag and spill cat food all over creation (my closet floor).  Now this closet, has the type of doors which fold onto themselves accordion style, and to the side when pulled from the center.  You know the type.  Thankfully one day, I spied Gypsy (yes, the naughtiest of the two) carefully reach her little white paw easily beneath the center of said door, and proceed to pull outward, opening the door.  Arrrgh, next I had to add a heavy weight in front of the center of the door, to keep them (you know who “them” are) from opening the door to the fascinating closet in which resides the desirable bag of cat food.

I have one of those plastic tubs, the kind you can get a gallon of ice cream in, from the grocery.  They are perfect for keeping dry cat food fresh, with a tight-fitting lid…air tight.  One morning I arose to an aborted attempt to get at the cat food.  somehow they had managed to get the lid off, and push the container off the counter and onto the floor.  Now, it wasn’t quite the mess you would expect.  Somehow, God only knows, the tub ended up upside-down on the kitchen floor, on an area rug in front of the sink.  All of the dry cat food was still inside the container, and resting on the rug, with not a single crumb outside the tub (or maybe they ate all the ones that were).  BUT…………………………………..this was not their last attempt.

I keep the tub towards the back of the counter, kinda in a corner.  One day, they managed to pull the tub out from the counter.  Then, they very carefully extracted the lid, and very neatly laid it upside-down on the counter behind the tub.

I am sure they had a feast that night!

Damn nosy-naughty-obstinate-stubborn-smartass-resourceful-stomach-driven-cute-little-furballs, full of headaches, fun, surprises, and even grudging shows of affection.  They manage to show just the right amount of love and innocence needed, to keep you from being mad at them for more than a millisecond.  Don’t try to tell me cats are not smart!  They know exactly how to emotionally manipulate their “human’s” to get exactly what they want (which, not surprisingly, is mostly always FOOD).

I growl and complain,

but love them just the same.

They know exactly when to crawl onto your lap, purr, and knead your leg (painfully), while manipulating and seducing you into scratching behind their ears, and with half-closed eyes, give a purrrrfect impression of a little companion who loves, adores, and desperately needs your love, affection, and attention – mostly in the kitchen.

No, don’t tell me cats are not freakin’ smart!

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Don’t Speak……Don’t Tell Me ’cause It Hurts. What NOT To Say To Someone Chronically Ill. Part Two.

Here is the SECOND part of a series. Please read the first part directly below this one first, although it is not absolutely necessary. If this is the only one you have the interest or patience for, it will do the job.

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8.   “You’ve brought this on yourself. You were so determined to be ill that you’ve talked yourself into it.” Yeah……cos I’ve got THAT much control over every one of my involuntary physiological processes…I must be some kind of Indian Guru or something. Where’s my medal? And if I’ve got such an awesome level of control over my health, how come I can’t make myself well again? I wasn’t “determined to be ill,” you moron; I just knew something wasn’t right a long time before any of you did because I live in this body. Do you seriously think I purposely, deliberately screwed up my happy, productive, independent, joyful life? The one I had Before All This? There is no upside to be crippled by some mysterious illness that no-one can find a cure for. Well, maybe one: it strips away shallow friendship, sorts out the real “friends” from the…

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Don’t Speak……Don’t Tell Me ’cause It Hurts. What NOT To Say To Chronically Ill People. Part One.

There are hundreds or thousands of people like us out there. I am “luckier” than most in that I have irrefutable medical proof that I have a rare chronic disorder. Many of us are not that lucky. Think before you judge and speak people! Otherwise, you richly deserve whatever diatribe you have triggered!  And I want to be there to watch you squirm, and if you are not squirming enough, I’ll see what I can do to remedy that!

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Chronically fit and well people (and, I suspect, those with a degree of health issues that also have escaped formal dx for whatever reason) simply do NOT understand chronic illness. They just don’t.

This is evidenced by the ridiculous things they trundle out for our “benefit”, their pearls of wisdom that are supposed to either encourage us or belittle us into some sort of miraculous spontaneous recovery from whatever ails us, which is usually something really quite minor, in their opinion.

Here are just some of the things I am sick to death and back of hearing:

1.   “You sleep too much, that’s your problem!”  Absurd. Anyone with a working brain cell will tell you that (sleeping pills notwithstanding) it is literally impossible to MAKE yourself sleep. It can’t be done. If it could, insomnia wouldn’t exist. We sleep because our bodies are knackered, exhausted, wiped-out, fatigued, tired, whatever…

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My Dire-y 05/23/2015, Saturn Day

Yes, here we are again.  It’s Saturn Day (Saturday), the last day of the week, the Sabbath, the day God rested from the work of creation.  Saturn is the planet of Inertia, where things just passively continue along the last path they were travelling, through the power of built-up energy.  Saturday is the Jewish Sabbath, the day they are to do no work, the Holy day.

Christians worship the first day of the week, Sun Day (Sunday, bet you didn’t guess that one, haha) because they are Sun/Son worshippers.  On the “Tree Of Life” of Jewish mysticism, the Sephira Tiphareth (the central one of the 10 circles on the “Tree”) represents the both Sun, and the Christ, it’s color is yellow.  It is the sphere of the Messiah, Son of God, the central Ego, the Sun, Jesus, the Christ Consciousness within us all, that spirit which encourages us ever upward to higher spiritual attainment.  But we were talking about Saturday weren’t we.

Yes, I like Saturday.  Most of us do.  Cats were especially created for Saturdays.  Everything just drifts along on the power of the week.  A day of rest and relaxation is a fitting end to each week of work and business, biz-ness, monkey business.  Since my cats tend to sleep most of the day anyway, they feel right at home on Saturday.  This is the day where people start thinking about all the “stuff” they could/should be doing, and say, “to hell with it, I’m going to relax, drink a beer, and watch TV”.  This is the day on which it is proper to take exactly that attitude.  I think I will just join right in…. 8^)

Happy old-school Sabbath, everyone!

 

My Dire-y Blog, 05/06/2015 – How much sleep can one person take?-

Slept last night from about 11:30 pm till 6:30 am. Got up, took my meds, and went back to bed for another two hours. Finally got up, really still out of it, but went downstairs (to my man-cave). I tried to get into something since I am working on a review of IP camera apps, but it did not work. I went back to bed till 12 noon. Got up, took my meds, fed the cats, and went back to bed. Finally, I got up about 4:30 pm and stayed up this time. I don’t know what happened, but I felt a lot better, after all that sleep. This is the way it goes these days sometimes. I blame it on my MMN (Multifocal Motor Neuropathy), but who knows?

Like I mentioned, I have a review blog in the works. I purchased two IP surveillance cameras, and have been having a hard time finding an app that does what I want it to do. So, I will be posting the outcome of that search for others to benefit by the information.