|I'm quite sure I ordered the Fancy Feast over easy NOT scrambled!|
|Good King Rocco|
Every day. Every motherfucking day there’s some new heinousness out of the Dimwitted Racist in Chief and his treacherous, double-dealing and utterly corrupt Republican party.
What's a rational, reality based person to do in the face of daily blindingly dangerous insanity? There’s all the marching, writing letters, calling, signing petitions, unifying and VOTING – sure. What about peace of mind though? That’s molto importante in these endless days of ugly, perilous idiocy. Amirite or amirite? You know I am!
What have I been doing to chill out?
|The TAB/Coco attack team|
Work, escaping into comical, campy books and thought provoking yet fun movies, dinner with chums, travel but, maybe more than anything, CATS.
|The Amazing Bob and Rotten Ralf|
|BOP (AKA Big Orange Pumpkin)|
- let a new-to-you cat approach you first
- offer your hand to her, knuckles first
- always, when holding a cat, support their feet – don’t hold them by the waist, leaving their feets dangling. Why not? How would YOU like to be held like that. TAB said it makes them feel unstable, in possible danger. I get it.
- put their food bowls in a different room from their litter box. Cats are fastidiously tidy beasties. Go with that – would you want dinner served to you in the bathroom, right by the toilet? I think not!
When TAB was chemo-izing and had NO appetite, I found myself regularly misquoting Olympia Dukakis from one of our fave flicks, Moonlighting:
"Old man, you give those cats another piece of my food and I'm gonna kick ya' till ya' dead."It didn't stop him BUT it always made him smile. I lived for that smile.