The Gerbils Must Die
Feline aggression can take many forms and be disruptive and dangerous in a household. The most common category of feline aggression is intercat aggression, which is a fear-induced aggression that can result in grievous injury. The best way to calm a severely agitated cat is to put the animal in a darkened room with food, water, and a litter box and leave it there. Some cats may be so agitated that picking them up is dangerous. For those situations, "herding" the cat by using a broom, or throwing a blanket over the cat so it can be lifted is safest.
Feline Agression, Author Debra F. Horwitz, D.V.M.
Yesterday turned into a bit of a humdinger in the end. Rich had decided (against his better judgment, I might add) to browse Deviant Art. I kept telling him to upload photographs onto the site, but he’d deliberately avoided it thus far, largely because nobody we’ve talked to has had a good word to say about it. Anyway, he decided to browse this quality art-portal and apparently…accidentally-on-purpose…he came across his long-lost Ex, sa Passion Grande, who, so it turned out, appeared to also be a Photographer. O.K. so she’s a crap photographer, but she’s still A PHOTOGRAPHER, and that makes her one step up in the pecking order from me.
Now for all his multiple degrees in science, Rich is really not that bright at all, largely because he made the colossal mistake of telling me he had found her. Now I’m normally a highly rational and even-tempered lady of great understanding and patience (you can stop sniggering, it’s true I tell you and I’ll thump anyone who says otherwise) but I can confess that even me, a genuine living paragon of virtue, can lose her cool sometimes.
Well, I’m not going to go into past history (you’ll be pleased to hear) but suffice to say that I’ve only ever had one genuine enemy in my entire life, and it was this woman. If I was Charis Wilson, then she was Tina Modotti (and we all know what Charis thought about Tina - the revelation is what Charis didn’t say about Edward’s continued feelings for her, rather than what she did.) It may have been twenty years ago, but the whole affair still stings as if it were yesterday. And to find out she’s a photographer, and moreover, she writes a blog…well…you can imagine.
Of course I read her blog….of course I did. And naturally she has many photographs of her life, her home, her stylish self and her cute little pet gerbils. And as you’d expect, she is divorced and looking for Mr Right again. And naturellement she wrote of her history with Rich in rather uncomfortable detail, and of COURSE she has a whole section on her blog devoted to how much she has his first choice and she wishes she had ended up with him, all those years ago, and she got tons of comments supporting her in how it really should have been her rather than me…it was her destiny….blah, blah, blah…Gah! Take me to the nearest pub and leave me there.
Take a tiny bit of advice from me folks…never EVER, EVER read blogs connected with your past relationships. Ever. Jealousy is a vile and insidious emotion. It eats away at your sanity and poisons your soul. It is to be avoided at all costs. And let’s face it, life is too short for wallowing in the past. And besides, Rich had no intention of contacting her, so why did I look? Curiosity really does kill the cat, I can tell you that.
Anyway, realizing what a humungous mistake he had made and by way of consoling his incredibly distraught she-cat who was spitting fire by now, Rich didn’t actually herd me into a darkened room using a broom, nor did he put a blanket over my head before picking me up, but he did supply very large amounts of understanding, hugs and a horribly expensive (but amazing) Chablis, so I do feel somewhat less psychotic…although I’m still harboring an unreasonable desire to introduce those cute little gerbils to my spitting, hissy pussy. (I’m really not a very nice person you know.)
Pets are like their owners. We choose our pets (or our pets choose us) as reflections of our physical and psychological selves. So my gorgeous kitty might look like an ordinary feline version of a placid and docile middle-aged tabby she-cat, but if you really piss her off she’ll turn into a mean and venomous she-devil who will systematically gut your cute furry gerbils, decapitate and skin them, and leave their shiny skulls neatly lined up on your front-door mat for your breakfast.
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Mean-looking-mama cat with loadsa attitude
And to answer the burning question that will doubtless eat away at you unless I confess all…yes there really was a little gift of mice skulls neatly lined up waiting for me when I got up this morning. True kitty love is…
The model today is Lady Tiggs. The first shot is by me (not a good cat portrait but I’m working on it.) The second most excellent photograph is captured by our eminent photographer of the house, and is a vastly superior photograph for so many reasons.
*sigh* I have so very far to go before I become a photographer…
(P.S. No gerbils were harmed during the making of this blog post. Unfortunately the same cannot be said to be true for the mice.)
Feline Agression, Author Debra F. Horwitz, D.V.M.
Yesterday turned into a bit of a humdinger in the end. Rich had decided (against his better judgment, I might add) to browse Deviant Art. I kept telling him to upload photographs onto the site, but he’d deliberately avoided it thus far, largely because nobody we’ve talked to has had a good word to say about it. Anyway, he decided to browse this quality art-portal and apparently…accidentally-on-purpose…he came across his long-lost Ex, sa Passion Grande, who, so it turned out, appeared to also be a Photographer. O.K. so she’s a crap photographer, but she’s still A PHOTOGRAPHER, and that makes her one step up in the pecking order from me.
Now for all his multiple degrees in science, Rich is really not that bright at all, largely because he made the colossal mistake of telling me he had found her. Now I’m normally a highly rational and even-tempered lady of great understanding and patience (you can stop sniggering, it’s true I tell you and I’ll thump anyone who says otherwise) but I can confess that even me, a genuine living paragon of virtue, can lose her cool sometimes.
Well, I’m not going to go into past history (you’ll be pleased to hear) but suffice to say that I’ve only ever had one genuine enemy in my entire life, and it was this woman. If I was Charis Wilson, then she was Tina Modotti (and we all know what Charis thought about Tina - the revelation is what Charis didn’t say about Edward’s continued feelings for her, rather than what she did.) It may have been twenty years ago, but the whole affair still stings as if it were yesterday. And to find out she’s a photographer, and moreover, she writes a blog…well…you can imagine.
Of course I read her blog….of course I did. And naturally she has many photographs of her life, her home, her stylish self and her cute little pet gerbils. And as you’d expect, she is divorced and looking for Mr Right again. And naturellement she wrote of her history with Rich in rather uncomfortable detail, and of COURSE she has a whole section on her blog devoted to how much she has his first choice and she wishes she had ended up with him, all those years ago, and she got tons of comments supporting her in how it really should have been her rather than me…it was her destiny….blah, blah, blah…Gah! Take me to the nearest pub and leave me there.
Take a tiny bit of advice from me folks…never EVER, EVER read blogs connected with your past relationships. Ever. Jealousy is a vile and insidious emotion. It eats away at your sanity and poisons your soul. It is to be avoided at all costs. And let’s face it, life is too short for wallowing in the past. And besides, Rich had no intention of contacting her, so why did I look? Curiosity really does kill the cat, I can tell you that.
Anyway, realizing what a humungous mistake he had made and by way of consoling his incredibly distraught she-cat who was spitting fire by now, Rich didn’t actually herd me into a darkened room using a broom, nor did he put a blanket over my head before picking me up, but he did supply very large amounts of understanding, hugs and a horribly expensive (but amazing) Chablis, so I do feel somewhat less psychotic…although I’m still harboring an unreasonable desire to introduce those cute little gerbils to my spitting, hissy pussy. (I’m really not a very nice person you know.)
Pets are like their owners. We choose our pets (or our pets choose us) as reflections of our physical and psychological selves. So my gorgeous kitty might look like an ordinary feline version of a placid and docile middle-aged tabby she-cat, but if you really piss her off she’ll turn into a mean and venomous she-devil who will systematically gut your cute furry gerbils, decapitate and skin them, and leave their shiny skulls neatly lined up on your front-door mat for your breakfast.
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Mean-looking-mama cat with loadsa attitude
And to answer the burning question that will doubtless eat away at you unless I confess all…yes there really was a little gift of mice skulls neatly lined up waiting for me when I got up this morning. True kitty love is…
The model today is Lady Tiggs. The first shot is by me (not a good cat portrait but I’m working on it.) The second most excellent photograph is captured by our eminent photographer of the house, and is a vastly superior photograph for so many reasons.
*sigh* I have so very far to go before I become a photographer…
(P.S. No gerbils were harmed during the making of this blog post. Unfortunately the same cannot be said to be true for the mice.)
Labels: cats, Relationships
posted by Lin at 9:47 AM
8 Comments:
Lin,
If this woman has to divulge all that stuff on her blog, that not only makes her pathetic, but also shows a total lack of class and dignity.
Rich made the right choice for sure. Don't let it get under your skin, you are so much better than that.
And I'm sure pretty much all of your readers will agree, because we all adore you!
Listen to iris, or trade your cat in for a 14 year old black lab who doesn't even bother to raise it's head when a mouse runs over it's nose.
Love the cat photos. Not familiar with the person in question..no biggie..but I had to comment on the cat photos.
By the way...Mrs BT rescued 2 more cats (we surmised they were just under a years age). Right after her rescuing them...one of them had kittens..THEN we took on 3 more abandoned new born kittens (all 6 are just a week old). Momma kitten is nursing and rasing all 6 as if they were her own (only 3 of them were her own kittens).
From the BT Cattery
bt
Thanks for the comments folks, especially Iris who is a passionate vegetarian, and for whom I feared the gruesome descriptions might prove a little too nauseating in places.
BT, exactly how many cats do you have now?
(For the record, you can never have too many. They're addictive after a while!)
Lin, I'm all for the she-cat eating the gerbils, at least in your fantasies. The bunny boiling in "Fatal Attraction" did go too far, but that woman was crazy. You definitely are not, and it's good to get these feelings out.
I'm with you; after all, I'm the one who wanted boxing gloves to settle a family feud. Of course, I have yet to box anyone, but it makes me feel better to know the gloves are hanging in the garage.
It's the thought that counts.
I don't know whether to be concerned for Richard (who seems to have weathered the crisis) or for you. But then you've already demonstrated your ability to put up with multiple examples of beautiful nekkid female flesh passing the portals of your hubby's studio, so why suffer a little angst about a long ago (and apparently far away) ex-?
(Written after two mint juleps -- I'm amazed I can type.)
I know how you feel. I made the mistake of reading an ex-boyfriend's blog where he talked about me earlier this year, despite it being like 5 years since we dated. And it was then that I realized there are certain things I'm not meant to read or hear.
I really try not to dwell on the past, or concern myself with people who are still hung up on it. But after reading his blog and having all these wounds I worked hard to heal just freshly cut open, I was so upset. And I of course wrote a blog about it. And felt a million times better. He is probably still dwelling on things though, I mean he has been for 5 years.
It's amazing how long some people still hold on to things. Sounds like this woman holds on forever.. Rich is lucky he got out of that when he did, because that doesn't sound stable, LOL.
I hate cats. They're nothing more than pathological thrill killers. Gerbils are much more pleasant. I really really hope that you are not like cats, Lin.
And remember - this is Mr. Darcy writing.
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