Missing Work Monday
I wouldn't say I've been MISSING it.......
(Note for new subscribers: On Monday, I recap some of the positive stories/funny memes I’ve come across in the last week. Feel free to add your own in the comments!)
Greetings, Screamers! We’ve made it to another Monday, and if you work for banks or the government, you have today off! (While just about everybody who actually labors is working on Labor Day. Ironic.) No matter if you’re celebrating an extended weekend or heading back into the slog, today’s pawsitivity post is for you!
Hit the music, Run C.A.T.!
Ever wonder where the phrase “when the fur flies” comes from?
Now you don’t.
I love Mufasa jumping in at the end to break it up. “ENOUGH!”
Deep down, every cat owner knows this is true:
In recent Monday posts I’ve featured dogs keeping themselves occupied with their favorite activities. But what would that look like for a cat?
“Oh yeah. That’s the stuff. I’ll let you know when the batteries expire, human.”
Bill Heath is gonna tear me a new one if I don’t add some dogs to the mix today, so here we go:
This one is self-explanatory: “Top 5 dogs I would pet besides my dog.”
In our onion-cutting story of the day we meet Scout:
Nobody knows much about Scout’s history, only that the canine had clearly suffered some kind of abuse before he was ‘forcefully enrolled’ into the Antrim County Animal Shelter with no family to claim him. With literally no information to go on, shelter staff gave Scout his name — and it turned out to be a prophetic one.
One night Scout decided to break out of the shelter and go exploring. He ended up (after scaling a couple fences and braving a highway) on the couch of Meadow Brook Medical Care Facility, a long-term nursing home-style residence. When a nurse found Scout the next morning, back to the shelter he went. But not for long.
Just a couple nights later, Scout was out of the shelter and back on the couch at Meadow Brook. Once again, he was discovered and sent back to the shelter. Once again, Scout refused to listen to the authorities. (A dog after my own heart.)
A few nights later, Scout was back out the door and over the fence and across the highway, back to Meadow Brook and his favorite couch. By this time, humans had finally realized Scout wasn’t going to be deterred, and the staff officially adopted him.
These days, Scout happily spends his days patrolling the halls of Meadow Brook, getting treats from the residents and keeping their spirits high. He even knows how to open doors to visit his favorite people. (Who may or may not give him the most treats.)
Nobody knows where Scout came from, but now everybody knows where he belongs:
I did not see this coming AT ALL:
“There are fates worse than death.”
“What can be worse than death?”
“Behold.”
I might be going to hell for laughing at this, but maybe God made Mitch McConnel a walking meme on purpose!
Last week, Gbill a great idea for some type of “Resistance Kitty” button we could wear that would proclaim our intentions to not go along with the BS any longer. (Upon further thinking, I think non-compliance kitty is better because it more accurately reflects what we’re doing, but I’m not the boss.)
Here’s a few options for the graphic. Which do you like? (From most to least threatening)
Lastly, I want to once again express my gratitude for all your support propping up Screaming into the Void — especially over the last month when things got turned upside-down. Last month was the first month I could do this ‘full-time’ and eke out a ramen-fueled existence with a roof over my head! This is obviously much better than the alternative of slaving away for the man, even if I’d make more inflatobux by selling my soul. That’s all thanks to you guys — and it makes waking up and writing something to look forward to every day! THANK YOU!!!
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Scout must be the cheery day-man to Oscar the cat the night-is-coming-soon and I'll wait with you as it falls man. I'd say that's a nice balance.
Cat-badge fever: My HS friend's mother was raised by a Presbyterian stepmother--and that was a long long time ago--and from her I learned the power of the cold, measured "excuse me?" in totally vaporizing those whose temerity exceeds their actual power or right to wield any. Hence my vote for Option B. I wouldn't call him calm and cool, exactly. More like "kid, you really do not want to try me."
Scout has to be the luckiest boy! What a great story. And the memes were once again fantastic. As always, have a fantastic week, Screamers!!