Real heroes
Everybody’s been really sweet & compassionate about my first adventure with the feral cats. But when y’all use the word “hero,” it really doesn’t apply.
I personally know at least three, maybe four people who do this same thing YEAR-ROUND, for animals in their areas. Hell, S.Z. turns her whole HOUSE over to rescued critters.
But then I saw this film on PBS last night, “Beyond The Call” — THESE guys are heroes. This is the kind of shit that I would dearly LOVE to do with my life, if I were able. These old farts are thirty years older than I am, and they survive heart attacks in the process.
And I never want to forget one of my other heroes — Phil Harvey of Adam & Eve. While I’m not a huge fan of the entire spectrum of porn, and am frankly bored of most of it at this point, and am still waiting for somebody to produce FEMINIST porn — the guy sells dildoes and pornos and uses his profits to go all over S.E. Asia and distribute condoms to help staunch the AIDS pandemic and unwanted pregnancies. Kinda hard to beat that. To unintentionally coin a really horrid pun.
For those of you to whom I haven’t whined yet, I turned Smudge loose yesterday afternoon. He held onto me at first, snuggled up under my neck, then he realized that he was outside and he let me put him down, and before I could get to the camera — he hauled ass. Never even looked back.
When I put the food out for everybody, he didn’t come back to eat. Of course, he was full as a tick when he hauled ass, so he had already snuggled-down for the night in one of those little hillside caves where they live, and was probably already snoring. Maybe by today, he’ll get hungry again. I wish that I could’ve kept him inside for the whole two weeks that the vet recommended (with the amoxycillin), but the land”lady” wasn’t having it.
If there’s any such thing as karma, her kids are going to put her in that nursing home in Chalmette where the white-trash owners left THIRTY-SIX sick old people to drown during Katrina. Of course, if there were any justice in the universe, she’d have been there DURING KATRINA, instead of those old people suffering and dying like that. But then, it never happens to the true assholes, does it. Rupert Murdoch can have prostate cancer TWICE, but will that evil cocksucker ever die?!??! Fuck no. He’ll probably outlive Cyborg Cheney.
January 29th, 2007 at 8:22 pm
Remember my story about Rita kitty? Turned out he was a boy, but somewhere back in the Blondesense archives ought to be the comment. I can’t right now remember the name of the organization that helped me out at the time, but I will get there shortly.
And Annti, if you ever start swinging through the trees holloring at the top of your lungs and leaping on feral cats, well I will stay at a safe distance.
Even a small wild cat can really do some damage, so in my mind, you are a dedicated and brave woman.
January 29th, 2007 at 9:59 pm
hi anti,read froomkins blog at the washington post.its all about cheney,and his credability or lack there of.i wondered what do the people down there,and yourself think of liebermans shifting on demanding katrina documents from the white house?im sure people down your way arent too pleased.could you give us an update about people moving back,job situations.i dont hear much up north anymore about nawlins due to a lack of interest by the MSM.best to you,and yours,thanks and take care-kw
January 29th, 2007 at 11:31 pm
All my research indicates that hateful people live unnaturally long. I suspect it has something to do with not wanting to give one’s enemies the satisfaction of dying before them. One would think that that much hate would cause fatal heart attacks with disturbing frequency, but for some reason it doesn’t.
Some people only take certain jobs because they want power over others. Your land”lady” seems to be one of them. Anyone who insists that a lacerated kitten should be set loose (and offers threats to make it happen) deserves a skateboarding off this mortal coil. Preferably involving feral cats, because I like the punishment to fit the crime.
January 30th, 2007 at 12:36 am
Thanks for the heads up on “Beyond the Call”. Hope I can catch it on my local PBS station.
Yeah, Saborlas, hateful people do seem to live exceptionally long lives. But maybe it just seems that way cause they’re such pains that every day around them seems like a year.
January 30th, 2007 at 3:38 am
KingWeasil, darlin’, I haven’t been to NOLA but once since Katrina, so I couldn’t presume to speak for anybody down there anymore. You might want to visit http://www.getyouracton.com — Andrea is one of the best local activists I’ve ever known, and she STAYED and ran a soup kitchen and animal rescue out of her flooded house on the border of the 8th & 9th Wards.
As for Joe Liebermann, he is an utter and complete HOOOO-AHHH and should be treated with asbestos gloves and a full-body condom, and any pablum/horseshit that falls from his Bush-licking lips should be ignored for the obvious lies and pandering that it is.
And honestly, where was Obama when this shit went down? Oh, sure, it’s easy to jump on the “WHY IS THIS SHIT ***STILL*** NOT FIXED??!?!?” bandwagon, but it doesn’t ring any truer than anything coming out of Ray Puppet Nagin. Look up “Governor Pinchback” and you’ll know exactly who’s running Ray Nagin.
And Saborlas, I like the way that you think — but I wouldn’t want to inflict that wig-wearin’ white-trash upon ANY cats or animals — they’ve already been through enough. Couldn’t we just feed her to the gators?
Don’t worry too much about Smudge, though — I saw him this evening when I fed them all, and the little shit recognized me when I called to him — and went the other way. Waited for me to leave the parking lot entirely before he even went to eat. Apparently, living with me for a week was more incarceration than vacation for Smudge.
I guess that cats can be just as mercenary as any other creature — if you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with? I guess that the snuggles were just payment for services rendered.
January 30th, 2007 at 7:18 pm
I’m sorry you had to turn your favorite kitty loose my dear. I know you wanted to keep him. I always want to keep them all. When we got Kilmouski and Pumpkin from the local shelter – we wanted to take ‘em all home. So many wonderful critters. If I could manage it physically – I’d choose to love on a farm. That way I could fill it chock full of rescued critters. Did you know there are organizations that rescue ducks and geese and other water fowl? One of my favorite critter bloggers, the lady behind ‘Flapper the Duck’ (http://www.mrflapper.com/) has a barnyard full. Ah well – we do what we can with what we’ve got. It’s just that sometimes it doesn’t seem enough – and that about breaks my heart.
January 30th, 2007 at 7:41 pm
Yes’m, you speaketh much truth. Saw the little fart yesterday, but he wouldn’t come eat until I left. *sigh* Cats. Inscrutible as always.
February 2nd, 2007 at 10:23 pm
Feed her to sharks. And they better and frickin’ laser beams, or someone’s going down the incinerator chute.
February 3rd, 2007 at 3:15 am
um.
HUH?!??!?!?
February 9th, 2007 at 12:03 pm
ok thanks anti