Status update: I've not even come out to McDonald's all week because Serena had a relapse...funnily enough, the day after the Bad Neighbor was seen in the neighborhood. I had thought his wife's animal-loving nephew had cracked down on him about poisoning cats, but suppose he will do what he can get away with. If anyone cares about this sociopath they need to watch him all day, all night, every day and night. Whenever you think he's given up and you can catch a wink of sleep at night is when he'll sneak out and do more evil. Don't try to reason with this fool about his project being hopeless, about people being on to him, about colors that don't run, and about the improbability of his outliving either me or the Young Grouch. What he has left in the way of brain is a pure channel for the Evil Principle. Someone might try exorcism and see whether he falls over, mute and helpless, in the moment.
Meanwhile, someone is likely to lose a good hound dog to the Bad Neighbor's insane lust to kill something he wants to report as a coyote. All the little possums, groundhogs, cats, skunks, and rabbits keep stealing the bait from the big box trap but recently a large animal got in and damaged the spring. "Has to be a coyote doing that," his faithful hired man said, taking the trap down for repairs. One of --'s hounds got into a raccoon-size trap of mine, years ago, I said, and just ask the Young Grouch whether he was ever able to mend that trap--I let him have it free of charge. And that wasn't even a big coon hound; just a little beagle-sized thing who had room to thrash around in a coon trap. There may be another large canid straying around the neighborhood, but it looks enough like a domestic dog that someone's been feeding it. Nothing's been killing the small animals, or tearing up their bodies. I've found skeletons--intact. Coyotes roam about and could invade the neighborhood, and I'm entirely in favor of killing them when that happens, but as long as small animals are stealing the bait from a big coyote trap, forget about it, you don't have coyotes.
Serena looked glassy-eyed, seemed weak, ran a fever, chilled easily during "dogwood winter," and told me she was in considerable discomfort, all week; she was too ill to bounce around and knock things over, but today, though still running a slight fever, she wanted to go outside. Part of her trouble is that she was exposed to poison while running around with a tomcat, which is the only reason why she's ever gone out of sight of the Cat Sanctuary, and, sick as she's been, apparently at least one kitten has failed to reabsorb or self-abort--she has a visible bulge on one side, now, and will bite if anything touches any part of her underside. Part of the problem was that, though able to figure out how to use the small litter box I'd brought into the office, she's big enough to need a large one; she was having to assume an awkward position, half in and half out, with the rim of the small, deep box against her hypersensitive underside. I mention this as yet another thing cat people need to check when a cat seems to want to use something other than the litter box.
My resolution to wait until it's unavoidable for my pretty new teeth has been sorely tested in the last few weeks. I think one reason why some local folks rushed ahead to have all their teeth removed before they were even thirty years old may have been that fifth grade science teacher, of blessed memory, who taught us about the different sections of a tooth and its roots and warned that, although cavities in the enamel seem painless, "if you ever let one reach the periodontal membrane, you'll know because it gives you Hail Columbia and rubs it in." It does, it really does. The most irritating thing, though, is not the pain but the fact: Mother lost her teeth because she was an undiagnosed celiac and didn't know how to feed her teeth and other bones calcium. I know how, but I'm losing my teeth, just as she did, because I am being deliberately poisoned and can't feed my teeth and bones calcium.
We need a total ban on all open-air spraying of anything but pure water--unless it's sprayed out at the mouth of someone who made a good-faith effort to drink it.
Animals
When your cat really wants to go out...
Google refuses to look for the source. I know I've seen it on Messy Mimi's Blogspot and think I've seen it in other places.
Returning to the theme that the dystopias that would be most unpleasant to visit are the one the gene-tinkerers want to try to build on Earth...Somebody wants to reenact Jurassic Park with wolves, specifically the 150-pound "dire wolves."
Books
I'd like to read this one...
Boycotts
Dang, if I'd seen this one last week I would've asked for advance wages to go shopping at Wal-Mart. You boycott stores because they sell bad things, or cheat the customers, not because you're disappointed that even in the Trump Administration you still have to pay taxes.
North Carolina
Wouldn't it be fun to do this virtual boat trip in real life?
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