Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Thankful for:




Although I’m not a fan of Thanksgiving (see last year’s post), I think that our world would be a better place if we more frequently focused on that for which we are thankful instead of nearly constantly complaining about the irksome, hateful and horrid things in our lives.  Granted when there are things in our life that are bad, we should do our best to change them.  The occasional grief and/or sadness in our life cannot always be “fixed”.  Only time and new priorities can help lessen the grief and sadness.  
 
So to avoid another day of complaints on my part, here’s a list of those things for which I am thankful.

  1. I am so very grateful that I am a woman. 
  2.  No turkey has been killed for my taste buds in over 23 years. 
  3.  I have today and tomorrow off…….with pay. 
  4.  My cats and dog. 
  5.  A relatively pain free day, even though I’ve taken 2 prescription pain pills and 2 over the counter pain pills since 4 AM. 
  6.  I have 4 clean litter boxes, with just 5 more to go. 
  7.  I have decided not to cook today and, instead, doing that on Saturday. 
  8.  I am thankful to have shared my life with numerous cats and dogs over the years.  I still miss those who have died, most especially the greatest cat ever born, my one and only soulmate, Casey Anansi.  The love and understanding I received from Casey forever changed my life for the better.  RIP my darling – gone, but never forgotten.  He has been gone since January 10, 1990. 
  9.  Each day brings me closer to retirement.  I just hope I can hang on for another 2 years and 3 months.
  10. My diabetes is under control. 
  11.  I am able to take care of myself.
  12. Although I broke a nail, I didn’t fall today when Tessa came running across the living room and nearly knocked me down.   
  13. Joss Whedon and all of his work, especially Buffy the Vampire Slayer, followed closely by Firefly.
  14. Aaron Sorkin and especially The West Wing. 







I’m going to leave it there.  I don’t want to push my luck.  So, what are you thankful for today?



 

Sunday, June 2, 2013

A Happy Ending

Most of the time I am a pessimistic cynic.  Although I voraciously read fairy tales as a child, as I aged I have found them to be a horrid influence and should be avoided at all costs.  Happily Ever After?  Maybe sometimes, but certainly not for the vast majority of people.  So, why the title of this post in light of how I view the idea of a happy ending? 

As regular readers and friends, you know that I've been involved in animal rescue for a number of years, although not so much any longer.  That is primarily because I generally don't do adoptions and those cats and dogs I've rescued have remained with me.  At my age and state of physical and financial health, I just can't take on any more.  I chose not to do adoptions because I have seen all too often the animals who have been tossed aside as if they were nothing more than trash.  We humans can be a cruel and uncaring species and I can't trust that a stranger will provide a permanent, loving home for a rescued animal.  Only once in the few times that I re-homed an animal did I allow a cat to go into the home of someone I did not know. 

This is the story of one very special kitty that went to a couple that I know well and then she subsequently was re-homed.  I could never have imagined just how much she would be loved. 

Several years ago I was at my veterinarian's office with one of my animals - I don't remember which one or even the purpose of the visit.  Craig, one of the vet techs asked if I could help to find a home for a cat that had been brought to them by the owner for euthanasia.  Craig, for all the years that I had known him, had never shown an interest in cats but when he brought her into the exam room, it was obvious that he felt she was special. 



First let me say that this photo does not do her justice.  I have seen, and fallen in love, with many, many kittens and cats over the years, but when Craig brought her into the exam room she lit up the room.  There was something really special about her.  Even now, years later, when I think of her it seems as if there was a glow or aura surrounding her.  Once seen, I knew I had to find her a home.  There was absolutely no doubt in my mind.  I left the office with her in a carrier. 

Dharma's life didn't start out well.  She was apparently born with a neurological problem.  It wasn't as severe as I've seen in other cats, but she was wobbly when she walked and she couldn't stand up and eat from a bowl.  Her original owner brought her to my vet to have her declawed.  To this day I don't understand why he would do that to a cat with her problems.  (For the record, declawing should rarely be done).  Not only did she need her claws for some semblance of stabilization but anesthesia could worsen her condition.  Soon after the surgery, her owner brought her back to the vet, saying she could no longer "handle" her and wanted her KILLED (my word, not hers, but euthanasia does not apply here).  The fact that my vet didn't kill her still amazes me because it's the only case that I'm aware of that he tried to re-home an animal. 

It's been my experience that cats with disabilities don't realize that they aren't "normal."  Whatever disability they have, is normal for them and they continue to carry on.  I kept Dharma (well, this actually was the new name she would be given by the couple who adopted her from me) overnight.  She had a method she had developed to eat dry cat food.  She would use her paw to get the food out of the bowl.  Then she would stretch out one front paw while pushing the food with her other front paw into the outstretched one.  Then she would eat the food trapped against her outstretched leg.  Although it took her longer to get where she was going, she went wherever she wanted to go, including into the litter boxes. 

I brought her into my office the next day in hopes someone would fall in love with er and take her home.  Joe took one look at her and was smitten.  His girl friend, Eli, would be coming in to work in the afternoon.  He said, "I don't care what Eli says, she's going home with us."  Well, Eli arrived, took one look at Dharma and melted too.  I was thrilled because I knew both of them loved their cats dearly. 

As the days passed, the two of them fell even more deeply in love with her.  She got along great with their other two cats, Pudge and Root.  They named her Dharma.  Eli is an old soul in a young woman.  She's a fan of the Grateful Dead and Bob Dylan.  Other than that she and I have very similar taste in music (the 60s).  Joe's sister visited them and proclaimed she was going to take Dharma, because she, too, had fallen in love with her.  Then Joe's parents - both his mother and father - fell head over heels for her.  Within the year, Dharma had become the darling of Joe's parents and moved in with them. 

Over the years, Eli would tell me how pampered Dharma was.  Joe's parents got stairs for her so she could get onto the bed.  And, no doubt because of the love lavished on her, her instability lessened over time.  All of them moved to California just over a year ago and Dharma is esconced as the princess she really is.  Although Dharma's original owner did a horrible thing by rejecting her, she also made it possible for this kitty to find the home she truly deserved, where she is honestly cherished.  That's something I wish for each and every cat and dog on the planet.  A chance - whether it's a first, second or even third chance,  to live in a home where they are loved and given the care they deserve. 






The above are some photos Eli sent me of Dharma with her "mom & dad" in California.  Dharma likes to sunbathe on their patio by the pool.  They've installed fencing around the pool to insure Dharma is safe.  And she is supervised at all times -

I can't express how grateful I am to Eli, Joe and his parents for taking this wonderful cat into their lives and cherishing her.  If I've served no other purpose here on earth, this one act makes my time here worthwhile.  Sometimes there really is a happy ending. 

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Dogless No More

It was just too much for me.  Without Celie, I had no one to "wash" the cat dishes clean each night.  Of course I have always washed their dishes with soap and water, but I had become used to the dogs or dog licking up what the cats left behind when they were done eating.

Candy, a cat rescue friend, suggested a good looking black lab who was scheduled for "death row" at Animal Serivces.  That led me to the website of Orange County Animal Services to take a look at the dogs they had.  The lab was good looking but I wanted a smaller dog in the hopes there would be no conflict with the cats.  Plus, I'm aging rapidly and wanted a dog that would be easy to handle and get into and out of my car.  I also wanted a dog who was at least 6 years old.  There were quite a few, but one in particular caught my eye. 

MEET MAGGIE


Don't let the picture fool you.  Although she looks small in the photo, she weighs 43 pounds and is amazingly strong.   She is 8 years old, housebroken but not leash trained.  She nearly pulled me to the ground when Barbara and I went to the shelter on Tuesday afternoon.  Although she seemed timid and depressed in the run, once she was out of the run, she headed for the door and OUTSIDE!  I took the leash off and she walked around the yard, bounded after any bird who landed on the ground and generally enjoyed the freedom.  

Once we brought her back to her run, the sadness returned.  No doubt other potential adopters during the nearly two weeks she had been at the shelter had taken her out and then brought her back.  There she laid, alone and destined for the euthansia room.  She had been at the shelter since February 1st and time was running out and her hopes had been dashed too many times.  

Before Barbara and I went into the shelter area, we visited our long time friend, the manager of Animal Services, Dil Luther.  I met him the day he started working there, back in 1991.  Although we haven't always agreed on their policies, we have remained friends and have worked together to help the animals of Orange County.  He has gone to bat for CARE's T/N/R program on a number of occasions and for that I will be forever grateful.  Dil went into "the back" where the dogs were with Barbara and I.  He rushed us back to the front to get the adoption application filled out.  Maggie would be going home with me..................but not until Wednesday afternoon.  

She's been with me for just over 24 hours.  In fact, right now, she is under my feet as I'm typing on the computer.  The cats are hanging back, definitely not sure what she is, why she's here and not particularly happy about her presence.  She is a bit hyperactive, especially when she thinks she is going outside.  She loves riding in the car, but gets a bit more worked up than I would like.  By the time we reach our destination, she's panting and nearly gasping for breath.  On the leash, she can't get where she wants to go fast enough.  

Although she went through the shelter clinic before coming home, I took her to my vet today.  At the shelter clinic she got her rabies, bordatella and DHLPP vaccines along with an Ivermectin shot and a microchip.  She, however, had diarrhea.  My vet found that she is riddled with hookworms.  He medicated her and gave me other meds to give her.  She has to go back in 2 weeks to see if another treatment is necessary.  For the diarrhea I cooked her chicken and rice tonight.  I made enough for the next couple of days.  I've found that chicken and rice often works better than any medication out there.  In fact over 20 years ago a former boss was frantic because her dog had gone through every treatment her vet knew of to stop her loose stools.  Prolonged loose stools can lead to dehydration and ultimately death for dogs and cats.  I recommended either chicken or hamburger and rice.  Within a few days she greeted me with a huge smile and told me that I had saved her dog's life.  I was just happy that it worked and her dog was on the road to recovery.  

That's about it for now, but I'm sure I will have occasional updates.  I'm also sure that the cats will come around, if for no other reason than the fact that Maggie simply isn't interested in them.  She is perfectly happy letting the cats deal with her on their own terms and take their time getting familiar with her.  Right now I think she's just happy to be out of the shelter and in a home.  I'm happy too!

P.S. - No, I'm not changing her name.  She's 8 years old and knows her name, so I won't be worrying over finding the perfect "C" name for her.  She will remain Darling Maggie.  Oh, and Dil, Barbara, Dr. Porter and I are debating just what her actual genealogy is.  Short of having her DNA tested (yes that can be done for dogs), we will never be certain of what breeds contributed to her cuteness.

P.P.S. - Cody, the lab, went to a rescue group so he made it out of the shelter alive as well.  
I hope each of you will, at some point, do your part and save an animal from a kill shelter.  You won't regret it.


Sunday, January 27, 2013

Time Flies.....


.....when you are worn out.

I can't believe it's been 2 weeks since I've posted anything to the blog.  Frankly, even though our nightmarishly busy season at work is over, I'm still buried alive in work to do.

Barely into the New Year, I found out that our IT person and all round Jack of All Trades had accepted a new job and would be leaving before the end of the month.  It was a scramble to try to find a replacement, get the new guy trained and have others on staff (mostly me) pick up the rest of the IT guy's duties.  Maybe, before I am eligible (and rich enough) to retire I'll be able to get back to doing my job duties instead of taking on more.  Yeah, right.  Add to this that our Development Director will be retiring in March (that deserves an entire post of its own), and I'm in stress overload.

When I get home from work I am beat.  I feed half the cats and the dog and then choose between fixing myself something for dinner or feeding the other half of the cats.  On a good day I can do all 3 plus scoop a couple of litter boxes.  Lately, I've been asleep in front of the television by 8PM.

I'm going to make this brief so I can get to the laundry, dishes and, of course, the litter boxes.  I hope you will check out the video links below.  I have been a fan of Bill Moyers since the first time I saw one of his PBS shows many, many years ago.  I am never disappointed and always come away better informed as well as angry about the latest injustice most often committed by our elected officials.  This week was no exception.  He began with the underhanded, but typical, Washington insider BS that gave half a billion dollars to AMGEN, an American biotechnology firm convicted in Federal court in December, 2012 and fined $762 million dollars.  Our tax dollars are supporting a criminal operation - imagine that!  The second segment was about Roe v Wade.  Once again, a thoughtful and informative piece of journalism.  It also gave me hope that the forces on the Right will not continue to dismantle this critical legislation.  I highly recommend watching the full show.



Sunday, August 26, 2012

Florida - In The News Again


I admire those bloggers who put up new, interesting, thought provoking and often funny posts frequently.  No matter how much I tell myself that I will strive to post more often, I consistently fail in that goal.  For that, please accept my apology.


It certainly isn’t due to the fact that I don’t have something to say about a lot of things.  It may be that there are just too many things that grab my attention. At this time it is mostly politics.  The problem, however, is that I wouldn’t be satisfied with X = BAD and Y = GOOD.  It’s not that strictly opinion pieces are inherently faulty or bad, it is that personally I feel the need to support my opinion with relevant references.  I attribute that to my scientific background and the importance of citations when presenting a “theory.”  For me, putting up my viewpoint in a blog post is much like a debate of one.   If you, the reader, are to accept my point of view on a certain topic you deserve more than just my opinion.  It is important that you understand how I arrived at that opinion.  Finding those sources isn’t always easy, even with the internet and it takes time, which I don’t always have.  


The internet is full of unfounded accusations, conspiracy theories based upon little or no proof, along with ongoing memes that won’t die even though they are clearly ridiculous to me.  Unfortunately it has become common for too many people to limit their information sources to one or two people, one network, one news source or a specific blog.  I certainly understand that people are busy, they may not have access to the technology necessary to do their own investigation and/or they simply aren’t curious enough to dig a bit deeper on some or many subjects.  And recent studies have shown that human nature is to listen to those with whom we agree.  That, in turn, keeps us away from alternate perspectives and, in many cases, limits additional pertinent information.  


There are certain people in the media whose veracity I trust.  They include the Nobel Prize winning economist, Paul Krugman, along with former Secretary of Labor, Robert Reich, Charlie Pierce, the Politics Blog columnist for Esquire magazine, both Rachel Maddow and Melissa Harris Perry who anchor their own shows on MSNBC and linguistic professor George Lakoff.  The one federal politician that I consistently listen to is Senator Bernie Sanders.  Of course, my informed life, along with a good bit of laughter, wouldn’t be complete without Jon Stewart and The Daily Show.  

The blogs I turn to on a regular basis include Alternet, Treehugger, Vox Felina and Sky Dancing.  These blogs cover politics, the environment and cats (especially issues relating to feral cats).  For humor and common sense wisdom, The Eco Cat Lady Speaks can’t be beat, IMHO.  I read other blogs, along with news articles, but not as regularly as I check in on the above mentioned sites.  

Right now Florida is back in the headlines.  There are three big stories that have brought focus on my state once again.  The Republican National Committee (RNC) will be holding their presidential convention in Tampa, Florida beginning tomorrow, August 27th.  Due to the tropical storm, Isaac, which is now between Cuba and the Florida Keys, the RNC has postponed the kick off of the convention to Tuesday afternoon.  Tampa sits directly on Florida’s west coast and concerns about high winds, storm surge and possible flooding have elicited concern for the attendees.  And the third attention grabber?  Florida’s former Republican governor, now an independent, Charlie Crist has endorsed President Obama in the upcoming election.  It seems that Florida’s public relations team is doing a bang up job keeping our state on the national and international radar.  For me, however, my main concern is when and where Isaac will make landfall.   

The news will cover the human lives and homes impacted.  What is generally missing from these natural disaster stories, however, is the impact on the environment and the wildlife.  That is the coverage I care about the most.  Another blog that I check in on from time to time is Barrier Island Girl (http://barrierislandgirl.blogspot.com/2012/08/countdown-to-isaac.html) .  The author lives in Pensacola Beach, located on Florida’s Panhandle.  She is a wonderful photographer and a volunteer turtle observer.  Storms this season have already destroyed a number of sea turtle nests, preventing the eggs from hatching.  Now there is the possibility of losing the remaining nests.  


All species of sea turtles, throughout the world, are critically endangered (find out more about sea turtles here: http://www.conserveturtles.org/) .  The BP oil disaster in the Gulf of Mexico two years ago killed 613 turtles - that is the official count (http://dailydeadbirds.com/). That official number doesn’t include those turtles who weren’t counted because they didn’t wash ashore or when they did they went uncounted.  

Most hatchlings don’t survive under normal conditions, so when the populations have been so severely impacted due to human causes, the survival of each and every hatchling becomes all that more important.  From past experience, I feel certain you won’t be reading any stories about these losses should higher tides due to Isaac inundate the coastline bordering the Gulf of Mexico.  Frankly, I could care less if a bunch of Republicans get wet or have to stay inside their hotel rooms.  My thoughts are on those beaches and turtle nests imperiled by the coming storm, along with all of the other non-human animals whose lives and homes are in Isaac’s path.  


UPDATE - 08/26/12 3:56 PM EST - 3 nests hatched last night.  DJ of Barrier Island Girl got a message from one of her blog followers & headed to the nest.  Those nestlings were shepherded into the Gulf by 9PM last night.  Two other turtle volunteers were at the other 2 nests last night.  Isaac is projected to increase the tides on Tuesday night.  Fingers crossed more nests will hatch today and tonight. 

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Jackson Galaxy, I Love You


So, who is Jackson Galaxy and why do I love him?  

First, Jackson is a man who LOVES cats.  Second, he is a man who understands and respects cats.  Third,  he helps people resolve seemingly impossible behavior problems with their companion cat.  Jackson isn’t formally trained as a behaviorist.  There are no initials of higher learning following his name.  His knowledge is based upon personal experience (he worked for many years in a kill shelter), his skill as an incredible listener and observer, and his very strong desire to prevent the needless killing of cats who are viewed by their guardians as impossible to live with.  


Jackson Galaxy is the host and expert on Animal Planet’s My Cat From Hell, which airs new episodes on Saturday evenings.  I must admit, as someone who is catcentric, I was leery of watching this show when it premiered.  The demonization of cats is everywhere and I am, frankly, sick to death of that mindset.  Add to that the fact that many of Animal Planet’s latest new series focus more on the bad/nasty/evil side of animals or truly stupid reality shows, I figured this show would fall into that category as well.  Oh My Cat was I surprised, pleasantly surprised.  Jackson’s show should be mandatory viewing for every living person on the planet.  

Each week, Jackson visits two different homes and helps the people better understand their cats and the reason for the cats’ behavior.  Nearly every person he works with, while glad to see him initially, are skeptical and often rebellious toward the advice he gives them.  He is amazingly patient with these people.  I, on the other hand, want to yell, scream and punch these people for their utter stupidity.  While not directly saying it to the people, he shows them that they and not the cat are the PROBLEM!  It is obvious to me that, unlike me, Jackson keeps his eye on the prize – keeping the cat alive and happy in a good home.  None of the people appearing on the show are bad or evil people, they are just utterly uninformed and have unreasonable expectations for their cats.  Often they attribute characteristic human behavior to their cat because they simply know nothing about non-human animal behavior and are especially ignorant of cat behavior.  

Each new episode becomes my new favorite.  The July 21st episode was no exception.  The first cat we meet is Finn, a handsome gray and white domestic short hair.  He cries incessantly during the night, preventing Lara and David from sleeping.  To remedy “the problem”, they close him in the guest bathroom, which they call putting Finn in “kitty jail.”  The couple is arguing over Finn and they are on the verge of splitting up.  In the second half hour, we meet Molly who lives with a very stylish couple and a young Abyssinian cat.  The husband is frustrated with Molly’s behavior and talks of possibly having to “terminate her.”  

In addition to Finn’s nighttime vocalizing, he urinates on the rugs in front of two bay windows.  The woman tells Jackson that Finn goes outside on the patio and recently stopped venturing over the wall surrounding the patio.  He no longer disappears for hours at a time.  They attribute Finn’s vocal “misbehavior” to Finn “not getting what he wants”, and David says Finn is simply “a spoiled brat.”  David feels they are bending over backwards to accommodate Finn.   

Jackson suggests putting litter boxes in both of the areas where Finn is urinating.  He also suggests building a catio (an enclosed area outside) while also adding a motion sensor sprinkler to deter intruders.  Jackson’s diagnosis is that Finn is exhibiting territorial behavior due to a cat or cats “invading” his territory on the patio.  Lara assures Jackson there are NO ANIMALS coming into the patio area.  The fact that Finn is “marking his territory” in response to an invading challenger is greeted with skepticism from both David and Lara.  Despite the protestations of Lara, Jackson baits a trap to catch the outside cat or cats.  His intention is to trap, fix and return whoever he traps.  And that’s just what he does.   

When Jackson returns in a couple of weeks, Finn is using the litter boxes instead of the rugs and David and Lara have put up a screened enclosure for Finn to enjoy.  Jackson is pleased with the progress and makes a final suggestion:  mimic the natural hunt, catch, kill behavior of cats by playing with Finn to burn off some energy, feed him and then let him groom and then sleep.  With his final visit, Jackson sees a happier and more relaxed Lara, David and Finn.  Once again there is another happy ending, thanks to the insightful counseling of Jackson Galaxy, The Cat Daddy.




In the second half of the show, Jackson visits Nancy and Jim whose 10 year old cat, Molly, has become a terror to both humans and their younger cat, Mimi.  From the beginning, it is obvious that Nancy loves her cats but she also loves her stylish home just as much.  Jim defers to Nancy’s design style, but is barely tolerating Molly’s unpleasantness and talks of termination as a possible solution to the problems created by Molly’s disruptive and nasty nature.  It is a classic case of “the cat” not meeting human expectations.  Molly scratches and bites, she chews on cords and she poops outside the single litter box.  In a tightly controlled environment, Molly is clearly “out of control.”   

Jackson listens to the list of violations, inappropriate behavior and then takes a tour of the home.  He observes Molly alone and then with Mimi.  He gets scratched by Molly.  Jackson sits down with Nancy and Jim and gives them a “homework” list to complete before his next visit.  To stop the cord chewing, Jackson tells them to get flexible plastic tubing to cover the cords.  He suggests getting several new scratching posts, towers or surfaces to substitute for scratching on the furniture.  Jackson also wants the litter box moved from the hallway, and says to add a couple more boxes as well.  Finally, he wants to rule out any physical or health problems that could be causing Molly’s aggressive behavior and inappropriate potty habits.  

When Jackson returns, Nancy and Jim have only done two of their assignments.  There are no new scratching surfaces, nor has the litter box been moved.  They did take Molly to the vet where she was diagnosed with arthritis, which caused her to be in pain and exacerbated her aggression.  She also had impacted anal glands, which added to her pain when defecating.  They have witnessed some improvement in Molly, but the situation is still untenable for all involved.  Jackson is clearly unhappy with their unwillingness to follow his instructions fully.  As is usual with the caregivers Jackson tries to help, this couple is balking at instituting changes in their behavior.  Jackson, however, is not about to give up.  He goes to his car and returns with a litter box, which he puts in the living room.  Nancy visibly recoils at seeing a litter box in their space, not hidden away in an unused hallway.  He also brings in two modern looking scratching surfaces.  Both Jim and Nancy are surprised and delighted when they see these more aesthetically pleasing pieces of cat furniture. 

Jackson returns in a couple of weeks and is greeted by a smiling Nancy and Jim.  It’s obvious that their seemingly irresolvable problem has been fixed.  With the addition of extra scratching surfaces and litter boxes along with Molly’s medical problems being treated, everyone – including Molly and Mimi – are living a much more harmonious life.  Jackson does it, once again.

There are recurring themes throughout the episodes of My Cat From Hell.  You can almost hear the clients thinking “but I’m the human and this animal should behave as I see fit.  I am the boss here.”  Jackson helps his clients realize several things:

     - Every cat has a distinct personality, meaning just like humans each cat is a unique individual.
     - Cats do not behave in certain ways for no reason.  It is important to understand natural cat behavior to determine the cause of the seemingly inappropriate behavior.
     - Living in harmony with your cats is not a battle where the  human must seek to triumph by subduing their opponent, the cat.
     - Jackson knows what he is talking about.  LISTEN TO HIM!


Even if you don’t have a cat, watch this show.  You just might learn some lessons about personal relationships.  It’s all about listening, observing and trying to understand each other.  If we all took Jackson’s advice, we might be well on our way to world peace.  At the very least, it’s bound to be a better world for cats.  

Oh, and check out Peter Wolf's coverage of Jackson & TNR (Trap/Neuter/Return) on his blog, Vox Felina: TNR in Prime Time












Tuesday, April 17, 2012

METACAM - not for use in cats

This is just a short post to alert anyone reading my blog and who isn't in my email list.  There is a VERY important post at Covered in Cat Hair.  It's something that I think everyone who has a cat and, honestly, anyone who shares their home with any critter needs to read.  Our companion animals can't ask the vet any questions about their treatment, so it is up to us to ask those questions.  If you don't understand what your vet is telling you, then let him or her know that.  The life of the animal that you love could be at stake.  This advice holds true for parents and for yourself as well.  Ask questions of your doctor, just like you would of your auto mechanic, plumber or home repair person. 

Here's the link:  Ask questions - a life may in the balance

And while you are at it, check out the latest post at Vox Felina:  Apocalypse Meow

Finally, if you are so inclined, check out the political discussions at Skydancing

Thanks everyone who takes the time to follow my blog.  I really appreciate it.  And, please, feel free to comment or even ask me some questions. 

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Values & Morals, Part 1

Unless you make a concerted effort to avoid television, radio and serious discussions you know that the discussion in the U.S. for the past few months has been dominated by the topics of morals, morality and values.  The majority of the talk has involved women’s behavior and the consequences thereof.  Most of this rhetoric has been coming from the Right, primarily due to the Republican presidential primaries and Rush Limbaugh.  These players have dominated the conversation. 

Unlike the political shows that I regularly watch and blogs that I regularly read, I want to talk about the values that I hold dear and my take on morals and morality.  Why?  Well a friend recently directed me to the latest post by George Lakoff, a linguist and professor whose work I greatly admire.  To check out the inspiration for this post, go here:  http://www.huffingtonpost.com/george-lakoff/santorum-strategy_b_1338708.html

First a disclaimer:  these are my beliefs and are not a part of a tradition, codified ideology, religious doctrine or political party.  While as a self-described ecofeminist, my point of view is what I arrived at after evaluating my life experiences and the books that I have chosen to read.  I haven’t had any formal training, taken any women’s studies classes in college, nor undergone any sort of indoctrination process.  Feel free to identify with one from Column A, two from Column B or any distribution you want, including rejecting all of the following.  For the time being, at least, this is a relatively free country. 

In my formative years I attended the local Lutheran church.  In preparation for confirmation in the faith, I attended a 2 year long, weekly Bible study program with others my age.  Because of my affinity for animals, most likely from birth, I frequently questioned some of what is in the Bible.  Animal sacrifices bothered me immensely.  Additionally, the absence of women in the many lineages (a man begat this man, who begat that man and so on), I was disturbed by this omission of half of the human race’s participation in populating the world.  Where were the mothers?  Even at a very young age, it seemed to me that the chronicles recorded in the Bible were weighted heavily toward men.  The inequities visited upon women were apparent to me at a very early age, long before the second wave of feminism.  And, incidentally as a Lutheran, I was taught a distrust of and opposition to the Catholic Church, which remains with me to this day. 

Also at an early age I became interested in witches and witchcraft.  Maybe it was because I was an avid fan of the afternoon soap opera, Dark Shadows.  I certainly can attribute my fascination with vampires to that show and Barnabas Collins/Jonathan Frid.  I read whatever I could find on the Inquisition (conducted by the dreaded Catholic Church) and the persecution of so-called witches.  The primary targets of the Church were women, especially women who served as mid-wives and healers in their communities.  Most were widows with valuable property.  And, of course, many of them had cats.  When these women were found guilty of witchcraft, they were either burned alive at the stake or drowned.  Their cats faced the same fates because it was believed that the cats were the Devil who had transformed himself into a cat, which was most often a black cat.  Where do you think all of those myths about black cats actually came from?  Why are black cats singled out as bad luck?  Why do cats, in general, elicit such hatred even today?  The witch burnings also succeeded in destroying Women’s Wisdom, which many of these women possessed.  And, of course, their horrible deaths served as a way to keep women “in their place”, submissive, subjugated and compliant to men.  This is probably the beginning of my foreshadowing of my fate as well – I could envision a burning stake in my future. 

VALUE #1:  A woman is as much of a person as a man.  Women are as smart as men, women are as capable and competent as men. 

For the first 40 years of my life, I loved animals.  It wasn’t until my best friend and very first cat, Casey, died that I came to respect animals and their inherent worth.  My circle of compassion widened to include all living things.  I came across a quote that sums up my feelings better than I ever could.  The following was written by Henry Beston in his book The Outermost House:

“We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals. Remote from universal nature, and living by complicated artifice, man in civilization surveys the creature through the glass of his knowledge and sees thereby a feather magnified and the whole image in distortion. We patronize them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate of having taken form so far below ourselves. And therein we err, and greatly err. For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours they move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth.”


VALUE #2:  All living things – be they non-human animals or plants – have as much of a right to live and as much of a value as humans.  We, as humans, have no right to question their purpose for being.  They exist and therefore they have purpose and value.  Their lives, their very survival, are as important to them as ours are to each of us.

I don’t want to be misunderstood here.  I am talking about living things who exist, not fetuses who may or may not have the potential to be born alive.  I personally find it disgusting that there are those people who place a higher value on the potential life of a fetus than they do on living, breathing, already born children and women.  To ignore the health and well-being of a child, a woman or a non-human animal and dedicate one’s time, money and passion on a potential life is beyond cruel, it’s evil. 

VALUE #3:  Humans are part of, not apart from, the animal kingdom and the rest of Nature.

Do you remember the childhood game, animal/vegetable/mineral?  You would be given the name of something and have to determine which category it fell into.  Humans are neither a vegetable nor a mineral therefore, at least, in this scenario they are an animal.  Much of our behavior can be understood by a better understanding of the behavior of those non-human animals to whom we are most closely related – other mammals. 

I plan to make this an ongoing series of posts.  I’m going to sign off for today and try to get some things done around the house.  There are dishes to wash, laundry to do and litter boxes to scoop.  Wish me success in getting my To Do list for today completed.  Hopefully, I’ll also get my potato soup made as well.  I’ll end with the recipe, in the event you’re interested in giving this vegan version a try.

POTATO SOUP

Ingredients:
Russet potatoes – number depend on how much soup you want to make or the size of your stock pot
16 oz bag of frozen peas & carrots
Unsweetened soy milk
Smart Balance vegan margarine spread (equivalent to half a stick of butter)
Salt & pepper to taste

Peel & slice potatoes.  Put them in a steamer inside a stock pot.  Cook until tender.  Drain the water from the stock pot and transfer the potatoes into the stock pot.  Fill the pot with the unsweetened soy milk until the potatoes are nearly covered.  Add margarine and the frozen peas and carrots.  Add salt and pepper to taste.  Cook on low until the peas and carrots are fully cooked, stirring frequently.  Note:  I have never tried freezing this.  It’s too yummy and gone in no time at all.