The Truth About Cats and Dogs
Jan. 14th, 2022 01:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogCats' eyes and dogs' crates, to be precise.
A busy workweek is winding down, with more than its share of DEATH paying visits. Beyond Bob Saget and Ronnie Spector passing in the celebrity world, nobody we know has recently shuffled off this mortal coil, but that hasn't kept past grim reapings from repeating. I had two clients pass away in November, both of which I found out about the Monday after Thankgiving. Yesterday brought the occasion for me to finally report on that to the court in which I'd been working with him for over a year. The other entered my dreams earlier yesterday; right before waking, my subconscious included going out for pizza and wings with the other died-in-November client, and then me helping to repair a Dalek. I'm STILL not sure if these two were the same dream or not.
Finally, one of the fairly major hearings I had scheduled for late yesterday got postponed because the clients' niece just died and they are in charge of the arrangements. That hearing has now been postponed three times on account of various contingencies. Hopefully nobody else will die or get pregnant before the 19th.
Fortunately, I've been able to stay close to home all week, not leaving the town boundaries for anything. The temperature has gone from frigid to above-freezing and heading back down to dangerously low levels for the Saturday night gathering of frigid drunks at the Bills' first fully-attended home playoff game since 1995. I will not be there. We're also getting early warnings of more OMGSNOW on Sunday night into the Monday holiday, but we're closed so who cares.
So I'll just comment on the state of the menagerie before the last clients of the week roll in here in half an hour.
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The dog’s been getting on our nerves of late. With me, it's endless mooching for snacks or walkies from the moment I wake up. Eleanor gets interrupted after I leave in the morning when she’s on her computer, or Pepper will beg to go out and then won't come back in. We both have been getting unbearable whining from her while we’re trying to watch anything on the TV at night. I think she’s put off by the tense music and arguing during Succession, but she does it during other things.
Finally at wits' end, Eleanor tried this as a solution: a new crate between us in the living room. We put Pepper's original doggie bed inside and her fren Ursula’s beloved blankie on top. It’s not perfect, but the first two nights she’s gone in and shadappad her face. Kittehs like it up top, too.
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No real problems from the gang up top, but a friend did bring their species to mind.chaosvizier posted this photo and explanation:
I took this picture in Turkey several years ago. I believe it says "Beware of cat with lifeless soul-draining eyes", but perhaps my grasp of the language is imperfect...😉
That, in turn, reminded me of this longago tale: On our honeymoon many years ago, we were driving somewhere in the UK, and passed a sign reading “CATS EYES REMOVED.” We were scared enough to look up what it meant. Apparently that’s what they call reflective metal studs the English put down to help mark the middle of their winding "single carriageway" roads.
In looking up that photo, I discovered from a 2017 UK news story that at least one British county has changed them, on account of complaints from cat-loving Murkin tourists who accused them of animal cruelty:
No word yet on whether fans of Sam Elliott are now equally pissed;)
A busy workweek is winding down, with more than its share of DEATH paying visits. Beyond Bob Saget and Ronnie Spector passing in the celebrity world, nobody we know has recently shuffled off this mortal coil, but that hasn't kept past grim reapings from repeating. I had two clients pass away in November, both of which I found out about the Monday after Thankgiving. Yesterday brought the occasion for me to finally report on that to the court in which I'd been working with him for over a year. The other entered my dreams earlier yesterday; right before waking, my subconscious included going out for pizza and wings with the other died-in-November client, and then me helping to repair a Dalek. I'm STILL not sure if these two were the same dream or not.
Finally, one of the fairly major hearings I had scheduled for late yesterday got postponed because the clients' niece just died and they are in charge of the arrangements. That hearing has now been postponed three times on account of various contingencies. Hopefully nobody else will die or get pregnant before the 19th.
Fortunately, I've been able to stay close to home all week, not leaving the town boundaries for anything. The temperature has gone from frigid to above-freezing and heading back down to dangerously low levels for the Saturday night gathering of frigid drunks at the Bills' first fully-attended home playoff game since 1995. I will not be there. We're also getting early warnings of more OMGSNOW on Sunday night into the Monday holiday, but we're closed so who cares.
So I'll just comment on the state of the menagerie before the last clients of the week roll in here in half an hour.
----
The dog’s been getting on our nerves of late. With me, it's endless mooching for snacks or walkies from the moment I wake up. Eleanor gets interrupted after I leave in the morning when she’s on her computer, or Pepper will beg to go out and then won't come back in. We both have been getting unbearable whining from her while we’re trying to watch anything on the TV at night. I think she’s put off by the tense music and arguing during Succession, but she does it during other things.
Finally at wits' end, Eleanor tried this as a solution: a new crate between us in the living room. We put Pepper's original doggie bed inside and her fren Ursula’s beloved blankie on top. It’s not perfect, but the first two nights she’s gone in and shadappad her face. Kittehs like it up top, too.
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No real problems from the gang up top, but a friend did bring their species to mind.
chaosvizier posted this photo and explanation:
I took this picture in Turkey several years ago. I believe it says "Beware of cat with lifeless soul-draining eyes", but perhaps my grasp of the language is imperfect...😉
That, in turn, reminded me of this longago tale: On our honeymoon many years ago, we were driving somewhere in the UK, and passed a sign reading “CATS EYES REMOVED.” We were scared enough to look up what it meant. Apparently that’s what they call reflective metal studs the English put down to help mark the middle of their winding "single carriageway" roads.
In looking up that photo, I discovered from a 2017 UK news story that at least one British county has changed them, on account of complaints from cat-loving Murkin tourists who accused them of animal cruelty:
No word yet on whether fans of Sam Elliott are now equally pissed;)
Thought I'd check in on youse guys. :)
Date: 2022-01-16 01:58 pm (UTC)Poor Pepper! I think our pets can get as stir crazy as we, when we are bored and need a change. Jadzia pesters me all day if she doesn't go to daycare at our place. So I send her most days. She was found with a lot of pitbulls when rescued, and it took her a bit to realize the dogs with us are friendly. There was a lot of growling before that. She is getting better, but the other night she made some ugly sounds toward one of our big pitties as he passed. Unusual for a greyhound--I wonder what happened there.
Anyway, she still comes home at night sometimes and wants to climb onto my lap, LOL. Once we set up a crate for her with cozy blankets, she chose to go there instead after some cuddles.
I wish more people would learn to use crates effectively like you are.
Yesterday we traveled out to see a nearby ghost town (I'll post about that soon) and in driving through Hillsboro we passed a "cat crossing" sign after a brace of "cow crossing" ones. Cute. :)
Still at the B&B for the moment. Nice quiet weekend away. More soon.
Stay warm!