Ohhh Commander...please consider this. Posted to Clusterfuck Nation, James Howard Kunstler this Friday morning.
"I’m recruiting qualified readers for advance copies of my forthcoming novel, to be published in November. Readers must have their own platform on the web and must be willing to review or comment on it. If you’re interested and meet the qualifications, apply at: jhkunstler@mac.com."
Can't think of anyone's opinion I would value more.
SimCom, thank you for the great round-up. I so look forward to your Monday Pawsitivity - it always leaves a big smile on my face and LOLs!
Our positivities this week were a reunion with family friends (we made the mistake of counting up the years we have been friends (40+) but it helps that we met in grade school!) and watching the Blue Angels during SeaFair.
Every year we wonder if the AWFLs are going to finally win - there were a couple of years that the Blues didn't come due to complaints, but the uproar from fans caused officials to invite them back.
Asimov obviously had no furry friends, or forgot their order in life with humans. Propose an amendment to the Orders!
Kudo’s to Wonton. Still looks a bit hyper…but them is cats.
Mamma otter looks fine. I was, just about literally taught to swim by tossing off a dock…into four foot deep water. Still remember it, Kingsley lake in northeast Florida
Russiagate. Stick with it SC. We know there’s more coming (yay). I want to see perp walks if possible.
Isn't it interesting that animals nurture and raise their young better than humans in 2025? Otters get carried on momma as she floats along until the day comes where "okay, time to learn to swim today." DUNK
"The cause of the error was Special Agent Guerra’s reliance on a personal GPS device, combined with the team’s failure to notice the street sign for “Denville Trace” and the house number visible on the mailbox."
The two roads are cul-de-sacs two blocks apart, hard by I-285, western Atlanta.
These "terrible government mistake" accounts are always interesting to read. Sounds like no one was injured, but it was a predawn raid--lucky no one was shot.
Cats have remarkable tolerance for babies. The late lamented Tiger was about ten when my kid was born and was not what you'd call a gregarious feline, and she gave me a look the first time we brought the baby to visit (Tiger had been living with my mom for years by then) that can be rendered only in expletives. But when the baby started crawling, he'd crawl after her and she'd take a few steps, wait for him to catch up and then take a few more.
I did try not to feel hurt that his first word was "Tiger." First pencil portrait, too.
Love this, SCA! My sister's two older kids' first word was "Okar" for Oscar, the cat she had had since she was 18. He was incredibly patient with them - when they got to be too much he would ask to be let outside or jump up somewhere high where they couldn't reach him.
He truly used his 9 lives: survived being hit by a car, shot with a pellet gun, fell 30 feet out of the cedar tree, was trapped by a bobcat under the rhodie bush and managed to evade said bobcat until my sister saw what was happening and ran out of the house yelling to scare the bobcat off. Oscar lived to 17.5 years old and is still loved and missed.
Loved and missed goes on forever. We had to send Tiger off to another realm when she was 13. She was purring in my arms until the injection did its job and made the life finally go out of her and that was a hard, hard moment. The vet was very patient with us. Finally he took her and put her on the table and I was still petting her and I said "she's really gone, isn't she?" and he said yes.
This was more than 30 years ago and ever since, occasionally, she returns, speaking perfect English which is quite helpful to clarify that she ain't mad about none of it. Even my kid had a lucid dream about her a few years afterwards where he was lost and she helped guide him home. The two places I've lived in ever since I moved up here, I didn't feel settled until I got another visit from Tiger. [I'm sure all you guys know the difference in feeling from them ordinary dreams and the ones that feel "real."]
We have quite a few "loved and missed" including Oscar's brother, Felix. He was shot with a pellet gun, we assume by a neighbor. The vet tried for a week to save him, but in the end we had to let him go. Ten months later, Oscar was shot by someone with a pellet gun, probably the same neighbor. My sister was doing a semester abroad for her major. The vet managed to pull him through. I forgot to put that one in his 9 lives list - it was 30 years ago and my "forgettery" works harder than my "remembery" these days!
These two cats were from a friend, who called me and said, "Come pick out your Christmas present." She had had a litter of kittens dumped on her doorstep and knew my sister and I were still mourning our childhood cat, Chip, whom we had had to put to sleep just before my sister's high school graduation and my wedding. They were a beautiful fluffy blue-gray, like long-haired Russian blues, and had two of the best personalities of any cats we have had - no offense to any of the others, we love them all, but there was something incredibly special about these two.
Felix loved people and he would jump into your lap, place his paws on either side of your neck and rub his head along your jaw in a "kitty hug". Both of them were highly talkative, but not in an annoying way, more like a conversation. My sister's husband grew up with dogs and did not know quite what to make of these cats. He found it amusing that while he was having breakfast, Oscar would keep him company in the chair next to him, talking to him while he read the paper. When his job took him out of town, he would call my sister and ask her to put Oscar on the phone, and Oscar would talk to him, rubbing his face against the phone.
I was watching an episode of Cats 101 on Animal Planet and was shocked to see Oscar and Felix on the screen! They were highlighting a cat breed called the Nebelung developed by Cora Cobb of Denver, CO. I told my sister about it and she agreed that that was the perfect description of our cats. How, I don't know, as the litter of kittens from which they came were all different: a couple of calicos, a black, two manxes. It is weird, but our two cats fit the breed profile to a "T".
Looking at your sleeping cats, I turned to look around to see if any of mine were sitting, Nope! All sleeping, like I want to be. Except, I'm waiting on delivery again. 2 days in a row, Walmart stood me up. Their message "your order is Delayed" their AI customer service, dumb as a box of rocks! I wanted confirmation it'll be delivered on the 2nd day, it's cat food and kitty litter for God's sake! So, no Walmart, now waiting on Kroger Boost delivery. At least they are dependable. 🤬
I do not know what Princess does in her paradise room upstairs over night.... but yesterday, by afternoon, she was blacked out in her nest (tree) down stairs here even while the new washer and dryer were delivered. The delivery guys were not tip toeing either.... and when she woke up, she walked into the laundry room and flipped out by the two machines like "WHOA, what is this" hahahah
The video of the kitten making an idiot of himself cuz he thinks he’s trapped in the cage - but he’s not? You just know someone is going to play that at his high school reunion someday…
Saw this and immediately thought of you! Enjoy!
https://fb.watch/BnwMT1cIpw/?
SC - Better late than never... today August 8th is CAT DAY!!!! Thanks for Gangster & Bonnie on the coocha, and the bonus Bonnie.
I've got an adorable bonus bonnie in the article I'm working on now, as well :)
Ohhh Commander...please consider this. Posted to Clusterfuck Nation, James Howard Kunstler this Friday morning.
"I’m recruiting qualified readers for advance copies of my forthcoming novel, to be published in November. Readers must have their own platform on the web and must be willing to review or comment on it. If you’re interested and meet the qualifications, apply at: jhkunstler@mac.com."
Can't think of anyone's opinion I would value more.
Update:
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By all means SC.
Send mailing address.
Jim
james howard kunstler
“It’s All Good"
Sounds right up my alley! Email sent.
Never disappointed! Laughed until I cried over Gen Chang’s video!
I'm a dog lover, but the cat videos crack me up every time. They are their own creatures for sure. God gave them to us to have moments like that.
SimCom, thank you for the great round-up. I so look forward to your Monday Pawsitivity - it always leaves a big smile on my face and LOLs!
Our positivities this week were a reunion with family friends (we made the mistake of counting up the years we have been friends (40+) but it helps that we met in grade school!) and watching the Blue Angels during SeaFair.
Mrs. "the Knife"
So glad the Angels didn't cancel over the screechers in Seattle.
Every year we wonder if the AWFLs are going to finally win - there were a couple of years that the Blues didn't come due to complaints, but the uproar from fans caused officials to invite them back.
We will see if they come back next year.
Mrs. "the Knife"
Great post! a G and two Bonnies!
So many good ones this week. That kitten in the cage…boy, all the makings of a drama queen! And thanks for posting Gen Chang’s submission…so funny!
Glad you liked it!
Asimov obviously had no furry friends, or forgot their order in life with humans. Propose an amendment to the Orders!
Kudo’s to Wonton. Still looks a bit hyper…but them is cats.
Mamma otter looks fine. I was, just about literally taught to swim by tossing off a dock…into four foot deep water. Still remember it, Kingsley lake in northeast Florida
Russiagate. Stick with it SC. We know there’s more coming (yay). I want to see perp walks if possible.
Isn't it interesting that animals nurture and raise their young better than humans in 2025? Otters get carried on momma as she floats along until the day comes where "okay, time to learn to swim today." DUNK
They're spinning up a grand jury!
Is the sheep stuck in the tire? If so, not funny!
Sheep manage to get themselves into all sorts of trouble. I'm sure he was fine with the cameraman right there.
It looked fun, to me. 😏
Totally off-point, but this brief on "Supreme Court Allows Suit Against the Federal Government for Raid on Wrong House" is of interest: https://www.congress.gov/crs-product/LSB11344?s=7&r=21
I feel like I remember reading about that case when it happened.
The ruling (https://www.supremecourt.gov/opinions/24pdf/24-362_mjn0.pdf) starts: "On October 18, 2017, the FBI raided the wrong house in suburban Atlanta."
The victims, the Martin family, survived to sue. Looks like fundamental ineptitude by the FBI people.
"The cause of the error was Special Agent Guerra’s reliance on a personal GPS device, combined with the team’s failure to notice the street sign for “Denville Trace” and the house number visible on the mailbox."
Judgement for the plaintiffs.
The two roads are cul-de-sacs two blocks apart, hard by I-285, western Atlanta.
These "terrible government mistake" accounts are always interesting to read. Sounds like no one was injured, but it was a predawn raid--lucky no one was shot.
Is that quat fully charged?
MAXIMUM POWER
I laughed out loud when I got to the look on the face of that cat who fell into the clutches of that baby.
Screaming AND being held around the neck....total sensory overload! Surprised he didn't turn into a whirlwind of claws!
Cats have remarkable tolerance for babies. The late lamented Tiger was about ten when my kid was born and was not what you'd call a gregarious feline, and she gave me a look the first time we brought the baby to visit (Tiger had been living with my mom for years by then) that can be rendered only in expletives. But when the baby started crawling, he'd crawl after her and she'd take a few steps, wait for him to catch up and then take a few more.
I did try not to feel hurt that his first word was "Tiger." First pencil portrait, too.
Love this, SCA! My sister's two older kids' first word was "Okar" for Oscar, the cat she had had since she was 18. He was incredibly patient with them - when they got to be too much he would ask to be let outside or jump up somewhere high where they couldn't reach him.
He truly used his 9 lives: survived being hit by a car, shot with a pellet gun, fell 30 feet out of the cedar tree, was trapped by a bobcat under the rhodie bush and managed to evade said bobcat until my sister saw what was happening and ran out of the house yelling to scare the bobcat off. Oscar lived to 17.5 years old and is still loved and missed.
Mrs. "the Knife"
Edited to add: shot with a pellet gun
Loved and missed goes on forever. We had to send Tiger off to another realm when she was 13. She was purring in my arms until the injection did its job and made the life finally go out of her and that was a hard, hard moment. The vet was very patient with us. Finally he took her and put her on the table and I was still petting her and I said "she's really gone, isn't she?" and he said yes.
This was more than 30 years ago and ever since, occasionally, she returns, speaking perfect English which is quite helpful to clarify that she ain't mad about none of it. Even my kid had a lucid dream about her a few years afterwards where he was lost and she helped guide him home. The two places I've lived in ever since I moved up here, I didn't feel settled until I got another visit from Tiger. [I'm sure all you guys know the difference in feeling from them ordinary dreams and the ones that feel "real."]
We have quite a few "loved and missed" including Oscar's brother, Felix. He was shot with a pellet gun, we assume by a neighbor. The vet tried for a week to save him, but in the end we had to let him go. Ten months later, Oscar was shot by someone with a pellet gun, probably the same neighbor. My sister was doing a semester abroad for her major. The vet managed to pull him through. I forgot to put that one in his 9 lives list - it was 30 years ago and my "forgettery" works harder than my "remembery" these days!
These two cats were from a friend, who called me and said, "Come pick out your Christmas present." She had had a litter of kittens dumped on her doorstep and knew my sister and I were still mourning our childhood cat, Chip, whom we had had to put to sleep just before my sister's high school graduation and my wedding. They were a beautiful fluffy blue-gray, like long-haired Russian blues, and had two of the best personalities of any cats we have had - no offense to any of the others, we love them all, but there was something incredibly special about these two.
Felix loved people and he would jump into your lap, place his paws on either side of your neck and rub his head along your jaw in a "kitty hug". Both of them were highly talkative, but not in an annoying way, more like a conversation. My sister's husband grew up with dogs and did not know quite what to make of these cats. He found it amusing that while he was having breakfast, Oscar would keep him company in the chair next to him, talking to him while he read the paper. When his job took him out of town, he would call my sister and ask her to put Oscar on the phone, and Oscar would talk to him, rubbing his face against the phone.
I was watching an episode of Cats 101 on Animal Planet and was shocked to see Oscar and Felix on the screen! They were highlighting a cat breed called the Nebelung developed by Cora Cobb of Denver, CO. I told my sister about it and she agreed that that was the perfect description of our cats. How, I don't know, as the litter of kittens from which they came were all different: a couple of calicos, a black, two manxes. It is weird, but our two cats fit the breed profile to a "T".
Mrs. "the Knife"
Sure hoping karma is taking care of that neighbor unto eternity. Unspeakable vileness. I'm sorry all of you had to endure such cruelty.
I always said those dreams were like watching a movie.
Well, the ones that're like movies are the ordinary ones.
The other kind are rare but you know 'em when you have 'em.
...and there ain't no hole in the washtub.
Looking at your sleeping cats, I turned to look around to see if any of mine were sitting, Nope! All sleeping, like I want to be. Except, I'm waiting on delivery again. 2 days in a row, Walmart stood me up. Their message "your order is Delayed" their AI customer service, dumb as a box of rocks! I wanted confirmation it'll be delivered on the 2nd day, it's cat food and kitty litter for God's sake! So, no Walmart, now waiting on Kroger Boost delivery. At least they are dependable. 🤬
Now the incompetent WalMart workers are clankers.........progress, I guess?
hysterical videos.
Happy Monday. that poor kitten :-(
I love the bouncy kitties, they are like Princess.
Bonnie and G look comfy, just not ready yet. .... few more hours....
They're STILL not ready!
I know... what a life!
I do not know what Princess does in her paradise room upstairs over night.... but yesterday, by afternoon, she was blacked out in her nest (tree) down stairs here even while the new washer and dryer were delivered. The delivery guys were not tip toeing either.... and when she woke up, she walked into the laundry room and flipped out by the two machines like "WHOA, what is this" hahahah
The video of the kitten making an idiot of himself cuz he thinks he’s trapped in the cage - but he’s not? You just know someone is going to play that at his high school reunion someday…
I seriously thought he was going to wander right back inside......
So did I!