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August 06, 2008
Filed Under (You are really pissing me off) by svana

religion:

Pronunciation:\ri-‘li-jən\
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English religioun, from Anglo-French religiun, Latin religion-, religio supernatural constraint, sanction, religious practice, perhaps from religare to restrain, tie back Date:13th century
(1) a : the state of a religious <a nun in her 20th year of religion> b : the service and worship of God or the supernatural
(2) : commitment or devotion to religious faith or observance 2 : a personal set or institutionalized system of religious attitudes, beliefs, and practices
(3): archaic : scrupulous conformity : conscientiousness
(4) : a cause, principle, or system of beliefs held to with ardor and faith

I’m a fairly tolerant person, despite my intolerance for stupid people out there.

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August 05, 2008

Ever since I was a little girl, much to my parent’s chagrin, I’ve loved stray cats. My first rescue was an orange and white tabby in Lloydminster, Saskatchewan in the dead of winter. My parents found out because of the glaring orange extension cord running from the side of the house into a well protected cardboard box…with a heating pad inside. He was a sweet cat that I would have loved to keep, but I found him a far better home where he could be an “only child”.

We have six, yes…SIX, cats. Three of the six are rescues, and three are from a cattery that I have very close ties with. My long-suffering husband, maintains that we have nine or ten cats as I am always feeding the strays outside. One of our more recent additions, a beautiful, spayed brown tabby we named Belle.

Belle: "I'm so pretty"

Belle: "I'm so pretty"

One morning, about three years ago, she showed up and joined me on the porch for a snuggle and scratch behind her ears. This routine went on for about a week.

We tried to find her owners, we put up posters, contacted the Humane Society, Animal Control and various other groups that might have held a clue as to whom this lovely cat belonged to. An additional three weeks went by, and no one claimed her, or even showed the slightest interest. Animal Control called back and asked if they should come and get her. We declined…and told them we would find her a home. That evening we went out to the porch to put food down, and Belle just sauntered into the house as if to say, “Honey, I’m home!”

After a flea bath, which she sat and tolerated…I’d say in silence, but she was purring too darn loud, we slowly introduced Belle to the house. She adapted beautifully from a cat who was very comfortable on the streets to an indoor cat….Which really made me think about pet owners in general.

Here is this beautiful, affectionate cat who was “cared for” at some point… as evidenced by her being spayed… out on the streets. My biggest question of “Why?” was answered by Animal Control. Animal Control indicated that the largest number of cats they have come to them are in the age group of 11 to 36 months, and the reason why….”They are not kittens anymore, they are not as cute as they once were.” I was told that it was pretty likely that she was dumped far enough away from her home because whoever owned her didn’t want to pay the surrender fee to the Humane Society. Dumping her was much easier and cheaper.

I don’t think I need to say how disgusted this made me….and still does. As I am feeding no fewer than three outdoor cats in the morning and at night, two of which do not have homes and one does have a home but he is not well cared for there.

So a few pointers to prospective pet owners below:

1) Owning a cat is a responsibility, NOT a hobby. This means “Until death do you part”.

2) Your parents didn’t dump you because you grew up and were not as cute as before, don’t dump the cat because of this reason.

3) Yes, owning a cat costs money. If you are not prepared or able to spend funds on the health of your cat, don’t get one until you can, and see #1 and 2.

4) Spay or neuter your cat. Do not allow any babies into the world that you are not prepared to take full and complete responsibility for. See #3.

5) A cat is an INDOOR ANIMAL. If you love your cat, keep it safe inside.

Having had cats around me from birth, I have followed all of these pointers as if they are law. I have spent thousands of dollars on my cats for one reason or another over their lives, and when there was nothing left to do to help them, I was there at the end.

My husband has been very supportive, but I suspect if we become the local cat house, any more than we already are….he’ll divorce me. Nah, he won’t divorce me, but he won’t be too happy, either…and I like a happy house.



July 26, 2008
Filed Under (You are really pissing me off) by svana

OK, I’ll admit it….grudgingly. I have become addicted to Starbucks Blended Lemon. Every so often, I *really* like to have my $5.00 “venti” lemonade slushie.

To a certain extent, I like messing with the long suffering, exceedingly perky, and slightly patronizing staff by refusing to use the lingo that applies to the sizing of the drinks. “I’ll have a *large* Blended Lemon please.” That really chaps whoever is serving me, which is a a small selfish pleasure for me, and hopefully a way for these people not to take themselves so darn seriously.

Moving on….

Today, before a short road trip to the bustling metropolis of Thamesville we had to stop for refreshing and tasty beverages, of the decadent variety. As my girlfriend, Rose, and I sat in the van waiting for my husband to come back with the aforementioned tasty treats, a fellow pulled into the parking lot, narrowly missing the car parked next to the spot he chose. Stupid drivers make for stupid actions in a parking lot in London…they just go hand in hand.

Mr. Mazda3 gets out of his car, and stares deeply into the depths of the van and swoops his nose into the air. My jaw dropped as I thought, “Who the hell are you???” Rose…bless her…said it out loud. Thus ensued Rose’s commentary of “…if I wasn’t so black, I’d tag his car”. Laughing way too hard, but still wondering who exactly this guy thought he was, I wasn’t about to let the slight go unpunished. I scrambled out of the van to Rose’s loud protests of “I’m gonna tee-eeell!!”.

I guess at this point a brief physical description of myself is somewhat necessary. It’s been said that I am either statuesque or amazonian…regardless, I can be physically intimidating.

As I walked into Starbucks, I saw that Mr. Mazda3 was in line after my beloved husband, which worked out really well. I came in staring at him in a manner that people say is scary…I really couldn’t tell you one way or the other.

Mr. Mazda3 was looking at my blatantly tacky peacock blue-green toenails and suddenly realized that it was one of *those girls* from the van he stared at.

He looked very nervous and uncertain. He tried to smile. He failed…miserably. Methinks he has a complex, and doesn’t like it when he feels uncomfortable around women…particularly ones who have about eight inches of height on him.

I turned my attention to my husband and asked for a couple of additional items just for the heck of it and then…for the benefit of Mr. Mazda3…said that Rose was considering tagging a car out in the lot. Mr. Mazda3 began prancing from foot to foot, glancing out to the parking lot to ensure that no one was molesting his car.

At this point, I do have to say, I felt a momentary flash of pity for the situation that Mr. Mazda3 found himself in….one that I had created. I watched the dilemma flash across his face, “Do I leave and find another Starbucks or do I stay in line?”. It’s really hard not to laugh while watching him struggle with his choices. I scampered back to the van, feeling lighter for stirring the pot for the day.

I’m pleased to say, there *is* hope for Mr. Mazda3…he plucked up his courage and stood his ground, all the while watching his car through the window.

I relayed to Rose what had happened inside. She enjoyed that way too much…but then again, so did I. I know this sounds unusually cruel, to pick on some poor unsuspecting man for no other reason than he annoyed me….BUT….there is always a but, Mr. Mazda3, in my opinion, is attaching a great big bullseye to his back with his behaviour. I have never seen anyone throw their nose into the air like that outside of an over-the-top comedy.

While my husband was waiting for our drinks at the barista station, Mr. Mazda3 came out clutching his coffee.

He peered into his locked and armed car as if checking that my passing by it may have magically removed something from the front seat. He very pointedly put his wallet into his front right hand pocket, and unlocked his car…all the while still looking deep into the van, as if we were going to come out and jack his car.

We didn’t, and the funny thing is…he looked disappointed as he drove away to the not-so-melodious tones of Rose and I guffawing loudly.

I would have to say the lesson is this: You can put your nose in the air if you like….however, when you do that, you open yourself up to having a great big target locked on to you. One day, someone will take aim and blast you.


And honestly…a Mazda3 isn’t that great of a car.