3 posts tagged “animals”

Shoes Fetish..

Well, confession time.  Nope keep your minds out of the gutter you sods who were about to make some grubby joke, (though given my recent postings you might be forgiven).. I've been misbehaving WAYY too much on shoes.  Stupid? yes.  Financially not a smart move? You bet.  Was it FUN.... ooo don't call me SJP, I don't have the weird wardobe or the size 0 figure.  I'm going ot wear my fabulous Sachi boots tomorrow to work as it's just started getting cold again and any excuse to air them will do. 

Daylight Savings

For those of you NOT living in stinking hot countries during the summer months, daylight savings might seem fabulous to you.  For those, like Pez, it might seem fabulous if you love being out in the heat and don't come down with nasty stinking migraines if out in the heat in the early evenings.  To go to sleep while it's still hot as the heat doesn't dissipate WITHOUT daylight savings, until around 10pm/11pm, when daylight savings has kicked in, I'm finally drifting off after a nasty sweaty wrestle with the sheets at around 1am desperately setting up an oscillating fan beside the bed, pushing cuddly warmer than a heat bag max cuddling up to me away from me, while having the old aircon unit that is in the loungeroom rattle away like it's in its final death throes.  All I can say is "yahbluddy hoo, the cold weather is upon us and daylight savings was told to nick off on Sunday night just gone... ABOUT TIME". 

Interviews

So, in a work update, I've been out doing interviews, I've been to 3 in the past week or so.  I've even invested a little (via the trusty 'we'll charge you xyz exhorbitant interest rate' mastercard) on some new interview/work outfits.  Feeling very professional-looking, nervous as sin in interviews as I've been with the one company for 7 years, and stuffing them up to varying degrees of sheer blondeness. 

Waking Up To A Mouse

The day of my first interview for a while and I woke up to paws going whump-whump...whumpwhumpwhump alongside me on the bedspread.  Any cat-owner KNOWS what this is code for. "Hey MUM look what I got you, you're gonna be sooo pleased with this creepie-crawly!"  I shot from dead asleep to near-vertical in one smooth frantic motion while switching on the lamp and saying "OHSHIT" in one loud voice.  This time it was a poor little grey mouse.  I KNOW that they're pests but they're so damn cute I feel sorry for them.  I can't let them go I can't kill them.  Weak.  Yup totally.

On the Soapbox...

Okay, my opinion, not that I'm sure it matters, whether they are kangaroos, seals whatever the animal.   If the environmentalists have decided the numbers need to be cut back for the betterment of the environment in the area, then they should be culled humanely.  I disagree just as strongly with some idiots who get drunk in their outback ute and go out "roo-shooting" as I have an issue with people going out clubbing to death any animal.  You can't tell me that that kind of method of despatch is humane. 

Now I've NEVER heard anyone tell me that for environmental reasons, whales need to be culled to control their numbers.  Remind me again if I'm wrong, but aren't they endangered?.  There I've said it. 

Kudos to PrittyPritty whose entry moved me to tears.  It's things like this that I think of whenever I hear about someone simply giving up on their adoring, committed worshipful pets.  Animals who rely on their owners for their welfare, health and emotional happiness. 

You would probably not be surprised, as an animal lover and RSPCA supporter, how many emails I get from friends who know I'm a sucker for a cause and they send me the latest email bulletin of someone with a pet wanting to travel, or move interstate and the owners have up and decided that the lifelong commitment which they've made to their pet is just far too hard, so they go shopping for a home for the animal.

Luckily, every email I receive, gets circulated to about 30 or 40 people I know, and so far none of them have had to go to a shelter that I know of. 

It makes me cry - people need  a licence to drive a car, but don't need any kind of training to become a parent or a fur-parent.  It's scary how cheap these animals lives are to some people.

I met a guy a week ago who boasted that he hates cats, and once tried patting a cat's belly, and because he'd scared it a stranger patting its exposed belly would, it grabbed onto his arm and hand with its claws to warn him to back off.  He thought it was just a vicious brute though and was determined not to back down.  He thought he was a hero for closing his hand around the poor scared cat's head and squeezing, the harder the claws went in, he squeezed harder.  I just looked at him horrified (it was at ChefGurl's farewell so I didn't want to make a scene but damn I really hope Fate treats him the same way some day only with his balls...woo big man has to mistreat an animal), and told him that while he hated cats for being vicious, I hated the people who made them that way out of mistreating them.  That seemed to embarass him a  little - as it should have!

Our pets have some defenses, but they're basically out our mercy - every time I think I've had a bad day I think of Max cooped up in my house unable to go out for a run because the neighbours hate him.  He has his cat run which seems to provide him with a mouse or so a week (oh yay) which thrills him no end, and other than that he watches the world go by through the window and waits for me to get home, meowing with a silently open pink mouth with nose pressed at my window when I arrive home.  

I slept in this morning and he curled up hard against me purring, (he has just learned to trust someone enough to purr which is heart warming), and after I woke up he followed me out to the loungeroom and has curled up against my side while I type.  It is hard explaining to friends that I don't want to go out drinking all night to crash on their couch or their spare room on weekends, or stay out late during the week, if I've done it more than once or twice, because I'm mindful of him waiting with bated breath for me to get home and feed him and give him the cuddles he deserves.   

Our latest battle has been over whether he can stalk all over the kitchen counter top looking for his latest mouse (which he's lost), leaving grubby puddy-prints over the counter to the horrified dismay of his owner.  I go to sleep at night after attempting to 'train' him not to get up on the counters and he pays me back tenfold.  I wake up in the middle of the night to clatter clatter clang clang and he's fishing around in my cleanly washed left out to drip dry dishes, which he's never done before, but obviously knew it'd irritate me and wake me up (either that or the mouse... ewww now I'm going to have to wash them all!) ..  

Oh boy. There is a mouse in my house.  It's tiny, adorably cute, completely wild, and probably one of an ever increasing pack??  Its the 4th or so in as many weeks. 

I can't face looking at the poor cute little fuzzy petrified thing trying to huddle in upon itself away from Max and his over zealous playing.  But it IS a rodent and they are obvously breeding in the area and it's a pest.  I don't want lots of them around.  I can't let it go and I can't possibly kill it.  I don't think I have much of a choice other than to congratulate him and try to harden my animal-loving heart and try not to look or think about it. 

So guys, I'm almost at the stage of offering to loan him out as requested!