Monday, March 26, 2007

Here kitty, kitty

Meet Sadie Rocket (a.k.a. Sadie Rockstar).


She’s a feral cat (that's "wild" to those not in the know) who found me. She was born wild or abandoned very young in my community, gave birth to a litter and was smart enough to relocate her brood to my side of the street and a former neighbor who feed everything and everyone who wandered by. Once old enough, we found homes for the kittens and a local feral cat rescue; I trapped her, had her spayed at a non-profit hospital (BTW, she was already preggers again...yes, we have an overpopulation problem) and released her back. After that, she came around now and then for some eats (when working with a feral cat rescue, you agree to release and continue to care for/feed the feral as needed). Of course she hated me and everyone else; in fact I named her Sadie because she was “Satan” in a fur suit. Mean and hissy.

One very cold night, I found her curled in a ball on the front stoop, near delirious from the 9-degree-below temps. I made her up a bed from a pet carrier and some blankets and, after time, she came to trust me. It's crazy to watch a wild animal learn to trust. I’m no Dr. Doolittle, and have been scratched and punctured enough times since, working in cat and reptile rescues, for that to sink in. But when you have the compassion for animals, you just have more compassion as a human being period.

I'm amazed at the number of pet owners who abandon animals because the new boyfriend-girlfriend-grandchild is allergic or those who move away and leave their former companions behind. A larger percentage than is acceptable surrender because the grown animal is not good looking enough. If a dog is lost or running loose through your neighborhood, local animal patrol will come and capture that animal, take it to a shelter and try to locate its home. They do nothing for cats, leaving them to their own devices. The punishment for animal cruelty and neglect is pityful. Some view the care of thrown away animals as a waste of time, money and resource. Perhaps if we had more compassion for those so open to it, we could reach out a little more all around.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Mud slingin'

Given my body is quite possibly composed of 10% coffee, and in relatively great health, this comes as faboo news:

In a new study, women who drank more than six cups of coffee daily were no more likely than abstainers to develop high blood pressure over the next decade.

However, researchers did go on to say...

He stressed this study focused on adults in good general health. The findings do not pertain to people with high blood pressure or other risk factors that increase their odds of heart disease.

...in which case I think your head opens up and your brain pops out.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Spring is sprung

In mere minutes, Spring will sprung. After weeks and weeks of foot after foot of snow, I'm as giddy as a school girl. What's not to love?

  • This morning I found the first green buds on the lavender bush outside my front door. Same for the crab apple tree.
  • Shoes don't require covered toes or waterproofing, only a pedicure.
  • Being under the stars with a cocktail, high about the city and grooving to a show at Red Rocks (those of you not from, in or a regular visitor to Colorado, I pity you. The Rocks is pure music heaven. Even the occasional stray vomit can't bring ya' down).
  • Corn on the cob and the good peaches are just around the corner.

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

My name is Jodie, and I am a word nerd

I love that the English, when serving coffee, ask, “Black or white?” meaning without or with cream. Smart and pithy.

I'm giddy how Julie Andrews sings a long "O" carried out a syllable or two.
Raindrops on roooses and whiskers on kittens...thooose are a few of my favorite things.

I adore how simple misuse of common everyday places and things can often determine the education and/or locale of the speaker.
I went to the liberry, then to Kmarts to gets me some psghetti noodles.
(you so read that with a hillbilly accent, didn't you?)

I'm amused that cat language is indicated in print as "meow" yet it clearly sounds more like "mowha" or "maawm."

I groaned when driving overnight through the plains of Nebraska I heard the radio announcer refer to Prague Czechoslovakia as "Prayge."

I still laugh out loud at how Les Nesman of WKRP in Cincinnati pronounced the name of Chi Chi Rodriquez during the sports update. Pure genius.

I bow to the advertising wonders who gave us "Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs," “Mmmm Mmmm Good” and rechristened tissues "Kleenex" for all eternity.

It's delicious that my "pop" is your "soda" and my "sub" becomes your "hoagie," "grinder" or (for the family back in PA) a "Dagwood".

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