The Old Folks Home

[perchie.girl]

My favorite cat vs dog story
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/05/21/joke-cat-vs-dog----war-of_n_1534447.html

The Dog’s Diary
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!




The Cat’s Diary




Day 983 of My Captivity


My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. ********!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...

I laugh every time.....

 

[room onthebroom]

Well I've always lived in either the city or a suburb(surrounded by Forest preserve). Dogs were never out without a leash or in fenced yard or dog runs. They didn't have any opportunity to eat wild animals or upchuck them all over the house. But I doubt that they would have. They were very people oriented. No prey drive.

fed a stray cat that adopted me because I kept yelling "Scat, get out of here." Instead of running away it ran toward me. Of course I figured it was rabid. Once that notion passed, I fed him and left water out for him. NO CAT in the house. I even made him a box within a box, and covered with thick plastic to keep rain and snow out. I put a nice towel in there for him. He took to it instantly. I bought him top brand cat food, and even sardines. When the dogs were walked he 'd walked alongside them. No conflict.

To repay my many kindnesses he left scraps of chipmunk all over the front step, daily. THEN one day when he was entwined around my legs, I reached down to pat him. I never saw the razor blade claws just the bloody furrows.. End of cat experiment. Afterwards if he approached me, I zotzed him with the garden house. He just hid till my mother came home from work and pulled his phony charm on her.

The cat lady next door said she'd drive to the vet so my mom could have him wormed and shots & whatever. He hopped into the car. As soon as neighbor started the motor, he flew around the inside of the car screaming and tearing up everything in sight. She flew out of the car and so did he. Afterwards she said "I should have put him in a cat carrier first." Duh!

Cats don't give second chances. He was a boy because he started coming back with cuts, sores, bleeding areas etc. and also spraying around the perimeter of the house and messed in the flower beds.

One day he just disappeared. I will grant him one thing, he was a great chipmunker and mouser. When he disappeared we realized we had a problem with both. Still not worth taking on a cat.

I DO love dogs. I DO understand their body language and their vocalizations . All dogs are not good companions. I enjoy the company of good ones.

That is hysterical, but you guys probably didn't think so.

 

[room onthebroom]

I went to a historical "walk" a few towns over today.

It started at the Union Meeting House in Readfield, Maine. It is decorated inside with a pain job called trompe l'oeil (to fool the eye). The walls are all flat. Even the glass is decorated - not stained but stenciled and painted. Due to paint mixing differences and the not easily controlled conditions within an actual fired oven, some of the glass survives better than others. The meeting house is not in great condition - the arch in front (not original) wasn't made correctly and has caused the walls to shift and crack. That is being fixed, now.

This is an entirely flat wall, all is painted on. Look at the amazing job with the shadows to make it look dimensional.
We then walked about a quarter mile to the cemetery where the founding fathers of the area were buried. A lady did a history walk to the graves and talked about them. I honestly didn't enjoy this part very much - while I love history I have no idea where or what the places she was talking about were. I ended up leaving early (I didn't want to be rude by leaving the group and exploring the cemetery that we were all in) and heading a few miles down the road to a small cemetery on a hill that I had noticed driving in that looked like it had really old stones. I was rewarded, greatly.

There's a few cemetery tours in Portland coming up. I really want to go to the civil war one, but now after attending this one I'm not so sure I want to make that drive. I know about the same amount of Portland's history as I do Readfield. While I do know a great deal about the civil war, I'm not sure I want to drive 90 minutes each way to attend. I'm hoping my town will be doing a few of these - I at least know the buildings in my area that they'll be discussing who built and had what businesses in them.

You get to go on the best adventures!!!

 

[pennyJo1960]

see we had cats on the farm growing up I was taught they belong in the barn
I was probably early 20's had the first indoor kitty Dubious was his name
Dubi for short..
showing dogs from 25 to 49 it was a dogs world

 

[perchie.girl]

I didn't show dogs but our family has had dogs for sixty years... Mom bred and raised Poodles at one time... My first cat was slipped into my Halloween bag when I went trick or treating. He was probably about two months old... I was about eleven. Tar Tihs was with us when we moved from Las Vegas to San Diego.

but over the years cats and I have had an un easy relationship. I love them but I dont care to share all my space with them... especially the bedroom and I prefer my cats to be able to go outside... i have no issues with presents given or furballs delivered in inconvenient places. But the nature of the animal is to be outside to hunt to explore .... This cannot be done at my house in the desert.

i tried indoor only cats but it made my live miserable not able to open a door or a window... or worry if one got out... because cats live about five minutes outside at home. So the final straw happended a couple of years back and I will never have cats again.

Right now i am without a dog. Grandma doesnt like em and it scares the crap out of me to think that she would trip and fall because I was being selfish. Shes a Hundred years old now I dont want to jepordize her quality of life.

But when i do go Home I will start with a sad soul rescue who needs a home with room. Then something in the terrer family to fulfill cat duties then something in the herding dog family.... finally a couple of sight hounds... I had greyhounds before and my property isnt secure enough but I may look for a Rhodesian Ridgeback rescue....

What ever I get will have to be short coated and capable of handling the summertime heat of the desert.

deb

 

[Cynthia12]

Your Grandma is 100 yrs. Old? Way to go Grandma! That's way cool. And yes, it's probably wise not to have an animal under foot.

I know you love dogs. Some day. I love my dogs. I am pretty sure my Golden R. is expecting...the dad....a Dachshund! Yes, it can happen...once! My daughter brought her boy over one day.

 

[Cynthia12]

It's fall here! So pretty all of the yellow and orange leaves. And, my mums did well again. So, got a shot of my little silkie girl in them. She wasn't too sure about those smelly things. They do have a strong smell.

 

[Cynthia12]

Just beautiful!

 

[microchick]

Perchie.Girl, you talking about the dangers of having a dog around your 100 year old Grammy brought back a memory of a little Bichon/Lasa mix that I had back in my 30s. Little dog was too smart and too charming for his own good. When my mom was in declining health, they worried about her using her walker around Shadoe and our other dogs. I told them not to worry, they were no stranger to walkers and I was right. More than once I saw Shadoe walking with mom, leading her as she ambled along with her walker, staying ahead of her walker and occasionally turning around to see where she was and make sure she was following him. I also took him to the nursing home where my dad was (both were in poor health with dementia) and would turn him loose and tell him to go visit. After about 20 minutes or so, I would go looking for him and inevitably find him sitting on the end of a little old lady's bed and her feeding him cookies.

His coat was about 6 inches long and stood out making him look like a snow ball. One day one of the nurses asked me if I could take him to visit a new resident they had. She had been slow to settle in to her new home and had always had a dog in her life. They thought maybe Shadoe could cheer her up and make her more alert. Sure enough. I put him in her lap and these gnarled old hands slowly worked their way into all that hair and found the little dog underneath. They said it was the first time they had seen her smile.

Dogs and old people are magic, separate and together. What a treasure your Grammy is and what a loving granddaughter you are for keeping her safe. There will always be time for you to have your dream dogs but the time you can spend with your grandmother is limited. Enjoy every moment you can with her and give her a hug for me.

Thanks for bringing back some good memories for me.

 

[perchie.girl]

Your Grandma is 100 yrs. Old? Way to go Grandma! That's way cool. And yes, it's probably wise not to have an animal under foot.

I know you love dogs. Some day. I love my dogs. I am pretty sure my Golden R. is expecting...the dad....a Dachshund! Yes, it can happen...once! My daughter brought her boy over one day.

LOL happens with horses too... draft mare pony stallion... where there is a will there is a way.

OMG those puppies are going to be Cutie Patuties......

deb