A trio, if you will, of things for you today:
We finally joined the Y last night. Thank God. It is official, work out is ON! My thighs are singing (picture it!), but my waist is lamenting. I know that most people keep saying that they cannot even tell that I have gained any weight, but it is there, oh yes, it is there. And it is going bye-bye. Weights lifted last night: 4 exercises (chest and tri’s); exercise tonight: Spin class, 6-7. HOOOWAH!
It’s good to have goals!
Last night, when we got home from the gym, I was cooking spaghetti (one of my favorite things), and when I went to stir the sauce, it spattered out at me like a bullet to my neck, and managed to cause a HUGE blister that can only be described as a 2nd or 3rd degree burn. Who knew that cooking could be this dangerous? Apparently, simmering the sauce was not what I was doing. Luckily, I managed to shut my eye when it happened, because the other droplet of lava hit my eyelid. Luckily, I can still see, and there is no blister there.
Something else interesting (I know!); I called Dekalb County Animal control services yesterday (perhaps this was not the thing to do? If you have a better suggestion, I am all ears/eyes.) so that they would come out and pick up some stray cats that now live under our porch. Some neighborhood cat came and gave birth under there, and we have no idea where the cats came from; and frankly I don’t want to. I know you make think that this is cruel, but, my luck tends to be bad when it comes to these sort of things, and the chance of these cats being rabid increase when you factor in the duane quotient. I just don’t want to take any chances.
But back to Dekalb County; when I called, the first thing they said was, “well, what kind of dog is it”, because apparently, cats and other animals are not a concern of animal control. Perhaps Dekalb County Dog Control would be a better name (DCDC has a ring to it!). Either way, I told the operator that we needed someone to come out and pick up some cats that were living under our porch, because I no idea where they came from. He responds with, “We will send someone out with a cat trap tomorrow morning.” What? A cat trap? Okay, I am game, let’s do this. “What do you mean a cat trap?” “Sir, it is a cage trap with cat food in it.” (ahhh, they resort to trickery to capture this feline menace) “Well, there is more than one, what do I do when it is full?” (see, here is where I am using that college education) “You just call us, and we will come empty it.” And low and behold, I came outside this morning and was greeted by the trap; sitting on my porch. Sure enough, it is a cage with a little can of cat food inside. I couldn’t help but laugh. And I took a picture. I will upload it later; then you can laugh too. I hope that I come home tonight and see cat inside. My luck, it will be a rabid squirrel or something worse; and then who will I call?
As promised, the cat trap:
CAT UPDATE: My neighbor is taking the cats in. THANK GOD!!! No longer do I have to worry about dead kitties on my conscience. Thanks Leta!
Just please tell me they don’t kill the cats, otherwise I think I will start to cry.
Sorry to hear about the pasta sauce burn, you should always cook your sauce on low heat Duane, and maybe wear protective clothing next time!
you could try an area feral cat rescue. they try to rehab the cats and place them in homes, and are much more committed than the folks from the pound.
ARGH!!! I have been reading about feral cats, and what they do to them… I don’t want to be responsible for sending these cats to their death, but I do have to think about my dog (which is really small, and one the cats already swiped at him). I am conflicted, cause I don’t want them to die, but they cannot stay here and risk hurting my dog. If anyone is in ATL, and knows what I should do, let me know. If you know a specific place that takes cats (feral, stray, etc.) and is a no-kill shelter; post it here. Thanks!
Cats are evil - I think you did the right thing.
And this part - “What do you mean a cat trap?” “Sir, it is a cage trap with cat food in it.” (ahhh, they resort to trickery to capture this feline menace) “Well, there is more than one, what do I do when it is full?” (see, here is where I am using that college education) “You just call us, and we will come empty it.” - was fucking hysterical.
I agree with Jen about the most hilarious part of your post. BUT, cats are NOT evil!
Whoa! Be careful! We tired one of things once, and ended up with a skunk instead of a cat.
I am kind of sad, because when I left this morning to go to work, there was a cat in the trap (thank GOD it wasn’t a skunk, Vince). But, after calling all over to a bunch of shelters and pet service places, I cannot seem to find anyone that will take a feral cat; and not euthanize it. Now, I don’t want to kill the cats, but I cannot have it living under my house. Even the person at the humane society said that I should euthanize them if they are feral. What to do!!!??? I will probably just let James make the decision; which will probably result in the kitty murder. I hate it too, but what else can I do? I cannot have these cats living under and around my house. (I am also thinking about just taking them somewhere and dropping them off… at least they wouldn’t DIE; and the lady on the phone assured me that feral cats “live like squirrels”…)
I can tell you this though… whenever I see the mama cat again, I am going to trap her, and get her fixed. The people in the neighborhood should take more responsibility. At least this way, I can stop the future death of kittens.
*whimper, sniff*
Jen, you are a kindred spirit. Cats are EVIL! My theory on them: If they were big enough to eat you, they would. Any animal that waits under the couch, or behind a chair, for you to walk by, then takes a swipe at your ankle is a beast and should be destroyed.
I also think it is sad that your dog, Duane, is so weak that it is scared by kitten. Love that dog, but damn.
Jesus - the thought of trapping wild, crazy cats in a cage and then having to dispose of them really freaks me out. I would probably just throw a Raid bomb under the porch and hope for the best.
Cats have got to be the nastiest, scariest domestic pet there is - except for mine, of course, but I raised him right!
We were having a crazy cat problem on my street mainly because there are a lot of rentals and people just move without taking their animals. My neighbors ended up rounding up as many of the cats as they could, got them all fixed and pretty much ended up adopting them. Eventually the herd thinned out and became manageable. It’s always hard to decide what to do in these situations and it’s so frustrating when people don’t take care of their animals. Good luck with your decision.
I have to agree; cats are EVIL.
Oh, and that picture (the one that’s NOT the cat trap)? Am I the only gay man out there who thinks that much definition is kinda scary? I mean, I’m all for looking good, but that kind of six pack just doesn’t do anything for me; in fact it kinda wierds me out.
Actually Dennis!, I fully agree with you, I was just giving myself something to look at and feel bad about (I know… bad me). I think that looks weird. I tend to like a little bit of a belly. It is much softer to touch, and definitely looks better to me (but not on me… that is not what I want to look down and see. If I could look down and see abs, I would be very happy. In the eye of the beholder I guess…). I HATE those skinny little boys, they gross me out; give me a real man (without that crazy definition)!!
Though I am not a gay man, I agree with you, Dennis. I’ve never really been into six-packs or out of control muscles. I just like normal bodies.