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Greetings,
Quotaholics:
I’ve
always encouraged my children to be open to the opinions of others.
I always thought the best way to learn and expand yourself was by hearing
all the viewpoints and selecting the one that suited you.
I’ve always considered myself to be a logical person. I try to look
at all the evidence then choose the correct position based on that evidence.
But these days it seems people believe what they believe and no amount
of talking or facts will change their mind. That’s one reason why Bruce
always told me to avoid the issues of abortion, religion, and politics.
No matter how strong your argument is, no matter what facts you present,
you’re not going to change anyone’s mind!
Climate change is pretty much the same thing. The people who believe
that change is happening and it is caused by man cannot be convinced
otherwise. The people who believe that climate change either isn’t happening
or, if it is, it isn’t caused by man will never believe any expert who
says differently.
Because of this state of affairs, I was pleased to find an editorial
in The
Seattle Times where Syndicated columnist Leonard Pitts Jr. discussed
this very problem.
Pitts told how he had written an article about an African-American soldier
in WWI who was awarded the French Croix de Guerre for bravery. Pitts
received an email response that said in part "…all that feel
good, one black man killing two dozen Nazi, is just that, PC bull."
When Pitts’ secretary responded with a link to Johnson’s page on the
Web site of Arlington National Cemetery the man responded "There
is no race on headstones and they didn’t come up with the story in tell
(sic) 2002."
Pitts pointed out that there was plenty of evidence to support the bravery
of Mr. Johnson, however, as Pitts put it, "But those are "facts,"
and the whole point here is that facts no longer mean what they once
did."
"To listen to talk radio, to watch TV pundits, to read a newspaper’s
online message board, is to realize that increasingly, we are a people
estranged from critical thinking, divorced from logic, alienated from
even objective truth. We admit no ideas that do not confirm us, hear
no voices that do not echo us, sift out all information that does not
validate what we wish to believe."
"I submit that any people thus handicapped sow the seeds of their
own decline; they respond to the world as they wish it were rather to
the world as it is."
"But objective reality does not change because you refuse to accept
it. The fact that you refuse to acknowledge a wall does not change the
fact that it’s a wall."
"And you shouldn’t have to hit it to find that out."
Have you experienced this? Does it trouble you that everyone seems to
be so divided on every issue? That nobody will budge from their position?
That there seems to be no compromise on anything?
Is this a result of having access to too much information these days?
The fact that there is an expert with an opposing view presented for
every issue?
Factually,

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“You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.”
- Jack London
“People think it must be fun to be a super genius, but they don’t realize
how hard it is to put up with all the idiots in the world.” - Calvin
and Hobbes
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Dear Abby Shockers
[Thanks Tesser]
Dear Abby,
A couple of women moved in across the hall from me. One is a middle-aged
gym teacher and the other is a social worker in her mid-twenties.
These two women go everywhere together and I’ve never seen a man go
into their apartment or come out. Do you think they could be Lebanese?
Dear Abby,
What can I do about all the sex, nudity, language and violence on
my VCR?
Dear Abby,
I have a man I never could trust. He cheats so much, I’m not even
sure this baby I’m carrying is his.
Dear Abby,
I am a twenty-three-year-old liberated woman who has been on the pill
for two years. It’s getting expensive and I think my boyfriend should
share half the cost, but I don’t know him well enough to discuss money
with him.
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“In the old days, people used to risk their lives in India or in the
Americas in order to bring back products which now seem to us to have
been of comically little worth.”
“Objects are what matter. Only they carry the evidence that throughout
the centuries something really happened among human beings.”
“An expert knows all the answers - if you ask the right questions.”
- All from German-born clothing designer Levi Strauss born on this date
in 1829
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Personalities
Every living thing has a personality. How that all takes place I’ll
leave to the scientists to figure out. All I know is I can see it every
time I look at something. It is said in ancient texts that even the
Earth itself has a personality, as do the rocks, and trees, and everything
else. I’ll not question this thinking. I’ve seen Mother Nature when
she gets mad.
It is most revealing when one looks at the living things. Animals demonstrate
their personalities without a care in the world what others may think.
With the bird feeders in the garden being frequented all winter, there
were many opportunities to witness the differences in the visitors.
The "alpha" birds would assert their personality, pecking
at any who may wish to feed while they were in the feeder. The sneaky
ones would approach from the read, quickly grab a morsel, and head off
to partake thereof. One brown bird, no bigger than a minute, would chase
off any that got in it’s way. We dubbed him "the bully bird".
Mourning doves are rather timid, by nature. They won’t be bothered unless
you seem to be approaching and they will take wing in a whistling flight.
Finches and other small birds are also timid, but they are learning
that the humans aren’t necessarily bad. They just don’t want them getting
too close. But not all of them take on that attitude. A feeder hanging
from the sunroom gutter is within inches of the door, and some will
stay to eat even if we are watching from only a couple feet away.
The squirrels are quite leery at first. Eventually they equate our presence
as an opportunity for food. I have had some come take a peanut from
my fingers. Others will grab a peanut that was thrown to them, then
quickly leap the fence and head to a safer berth to dine. One will sit
right there on the deck, eat, then beg for more. Another is so brazen,
it will climb the screen if we are not quick enough on the food provisioning.
There is a marked difference even within species. Although I find it
very difficult to tell one individual from another with some of the
birds, once they begin to interact with others, their individual traits
become apparent. Even Bluejays, noted for their aggressive behavior,
can be rather timid when the "alpha bird" is present.
Here’s your quiz:
Have you been able to identify individuals of visitors to your yard
or garden?
Can you identify a particular individual by marking or by action?
Have you named them yet?
Personalities - Not Just The People In The Tabloids
Cliff (the High-Tech Redneck who doesn’t rate a fancy ’signature pic’)
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Today
I’d like to run another guest column from long time reader Lucille.
Thanks Lucille.
There
are many minorities and victims in this great country. I’m not saying
some of their complaints aren’t valid. No one should have to endure
discrimination. What I am griping about is the failure to honor a
minority which has done more then any other to provide joy in this
United States, if not the world. This
noble group, my friends, is your born again smart Alec.
I am not talking about your run of the mill human who cuts you off
in traffic. Some of the reactions I’ve heard to this rudeness were
entertaining, but not of the caliber I’m discussing.
Driver 1: "So you think you can pass me and I’ll just let it
happen?"
Driver 2: "No. I was challenging you to a drag race. Your Kia
vs. my new mustang."
I am talking about your full fledged snappy come back to every conceivable
observation born again smart Alec. You know, the guy who will say
anything to anyone just to get a laugh. You meet this character just
about anywhere. Not all of his/her material is great. Occasionally
you can tell that the humor of a given response wasn’t successful.
The absence of front teeth or presence of a black eye can be a clue.
Yet, s/he will soldier on, saying just the wrong thing at the right
moment. Unless s/he does it professionally and can charge admission
for h/er efforts, the only reward is that laugh s/he gets occasionally
from a crowd of people, say in church or open court.
I am privileged to be a member of this noble group. I don’t aim for
a laugh a minute. In fact, if a port-a-potty tipped over with say
.. The mayor in it, you would hardly hear a titter from me. We smart
Alecs know when to bury our heads in a book or newspaper to hide our
mirth.
Lucille: "No, your honor. I wasn’t laughing at you. I was reading
the funnies when (snort) that pie hit you in the nose just as you
were rendering your verdict."
Judge: "I find that hard to believe since we all know your blind."
Lucille: "Don’t you see, Judge, That’s what makes it so funny."
Judge: "No, I don’t see."
Lucille: "Ha! Ha! That makes two of us!"
You wouldn’t think that your attitude towards life could have the
same effect as the story about the boy who cried wolf, but in my case
it did. A couple of years ago, I had a benign tumor around my right
ear. I had put off seeking treatment for it long enough that it had
grown to the size of a golf ball. It had to come out, and I scheduled
surgery.
Radar, my secretary: "So what did your doctor say?"
Lucille: "I have a brain tumor. They have to operate."
Radar: "Ha! Ha! That’s a good one. What did he really say?"
My family’s reactions were similar:
My sister, Lady Baltimore: "That’s not funny. What did he really
say?"
My brother, Duke of Granger: "Yeah, yeah, what is the real problem?
It’s all in your head, right? Ha! Ha!" I’m not the only smart
Alec in my family. It’s genetic.
There will never be a government program to subsidize me and my kind:
Senator: "I don’t care if you haven’t gotten a laugh in a week.
That is just not considered a disability."
So, there you have it. There is no rest for the wicked or break for
the person who has a hard time keeping a straight face when a gov’ment
official opens h/her mouth:
Politician, biting lip to keep from laughing: "I would never
take money from the pockets of American tax payers to enhance my own
wealth."
Maybe that’s the problem. If you count congress, we smart Alecs are
really in the majority.
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“I
have one thing to say about your being sick. Quit it! It’s a very
unhealthy practice.”
~ Cliff ~
Oh dear. I’ve had a bad, bad week. It all started on Saturday morning
when my throat started feeling a bit scratchy. By Sunday, the scratchiness
had turned to soreness and I was starting to feel a little congested.
My plans to go for a long run on Sunday afternoon quickly hit the
skids, but I was still hopeful that I would succeed in heading off
the oncoming cold at the pass.
But it was not to be. On Monday morning I woke up feeling as if I’d
swallowed razor blades. I decided that if I stayed home to rest for
one day, I’d be good to go to work on Tuesday. So I Facebook-messaged
my car-pool buddy, sent the requisite emails to co-workers, curled
up on the couch and alternated between watching the Olympics and sleeping.
I went to bed feeling better than I had when I had woken up, feeling
smugly confident that I had beaten the cold so quickly.
On Tuesday morning I woke up and immediately regretted it. My throat
was burning, my head was bursting with pain and I wished for someone
to put me out of my misery. I was clearly not going to work again.
Once again, I notified the people who needed to be notified. Tomorrow,
I promised them. I’ll be there tomorrow. I doped myself up to the
eyeballs and spent the day on the couch. I was miserable but convinced
that this was as bad as a cold could possibly get.
I was wrong.
On Tuesday night I was typing an email to someone - to Cliff and Mike,
to be honest, explaining to them that I was knocking on death’s door
and wouldn’t be able to write my article for Wednesday’s issue. As
I clicked “Send”, I felt something in my eye. Something other than
my eyeball, that is. I went to the bathroom mirror to dig out the
eyelash or whatever it was, but there was nothing there. I didn’t
think more of it until later, when I was gallantly trying to fight
the temptation to scratch both of my eyes out. They were sore, they
were itchy, they were red and swollen, and they were just - well,
gross.
On Wednesday, after yet another round of phonecalls and emails to
my employers, I went to the doctor. Where I was told that sometimes
people can get conjunctivitis as a result of having a cold. Great.
I guess I’m one of those people. I thanked the doctor, picked up my
prescription eye drops, came home, and spent the rest of the day with
a cool wet washcloth over my eyes.
Now it is Thursday evening, and I am finally feeling like something
resembling a human being again. I was well enough to work, but somehow
I didn’t think my co-workers would appreciate listening to me cough
and blow my nose all day, so I stayed home. The coughing has eased,
I haven’t had to stuff tissues up my nose since early this morning,
and my eyes are no longer crusted together. I am ready to face the
world again. By the weekend, I hope to be ready to run again.
Kaleidoscopically yours,
Kirsten
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Uses For Coffee Filters
[Thanks Deborah]
Use them as a spoon rest while cooking and clean up small counter
spills.
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Great opening line. Looks like Nancy should
be contributing more often!
Next opening line…
There once was a girl named Irene…
Hints:
Here’s a great new rhyming/composition tool. http://www.writerhymes.com/
There’s also a great rhyming dictionary at http://www.rhymezone.com/
Limerick rules. http://freespace.virgin.net/merrick.sheldon/limerickrules.htm
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Limerick
My
True Love was born with brown hair.
He went through some years without care.
The hair turned to gray
And then went away.
Now my teddy is just an old bear. - Nancy L in Ohio |
My
true love was born with brown hair
We made such a lovely pair
Both with tresses of brown
On our shoulders cascading down
But alas, we no longer have hair anywhere. - Bonnie |
My True
Love was born with brown hair,
But thankfully none is ‘down there’.
It used to be thick
But thanks to a Schick
She keeps it delightfully bare. - Mike F in Va Beach |
My true
love was born with brown hair
But a shower washed away his hair
Imagine his surprise
Cuz soap was in his eyes
‘Stead of shampoo, he reached for the Nair. - Anne Onimous |
My true
love was born with brown hair
And it grew all the way down to there
As you may have guessed
In it birds did nest
So his lunch with them he did share. - Anne Onimous |
My true
love was born with brown hair
In World War I he took to the air
So the troops could advance
He fought over France
With just a wing and a prayer. - Anne Onimous |
My true
love was born with brown hair
Which grew past her lovely derrière
Though this may sound crude
She would walk around nude
It covered all so no one did stare. - E. Cole Aye |
My true
love was born with brown hair
If she were blonde or red, I wouldn’t care
For she is so cute
A fact none will dispute
Sadly though her head is full of air. - E. Cole Aye |
My true
love was born with brown hair
She wore it longer than Cher.
But when it started to gray
She decided one day
That she preferred that her head be worn bare. - Rae of Sunshine |
My true
love was born with brown hair
But it was dishwater blonde down there
So she made up a batch
Of dye for her snatch
And everywhere else uses Nair. - Rae of Sunshine |
This intro’s
from one of my teachers:
This is Miles, so class be good greeters
Do welcome him extra!
Since he’s from Canada
You’d think his name would be Meters. - E. Cole Aye |
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Re: Social
Security
Patti: First a quibble.
You wrote an article about Social Security and future payments funded
by contributions through FICA taxes, but at the end asked if any one
knew how much they had paid into SSI. Although frequently confused,
SSI, short for Supplemental Security Income (Title 16), and Social
Security retirement/disability (Title 2), are very different. SSI
is funded from general revenue and is a low income program for aged
and disabled, and has nothing to do with contributions through payroll
tax. It was an attempt to convert state welfare programs to a standard
federal program in 1974. Social Security ret/dib benefit amounts are
determined by individual contributions. This error is a common source
of confusion in the news media as well as the general population due
mostly to the fact that both different programs are handled by the
Social Security Administration.
As far as figuring out how much you have paid in, the Social Security
Administration sends this information to people every few years. You
may or be able to figure out what it would be now if it had been invested
over the same time frame, if you’re better at math than I am.
Mr. Volcker seems to believe that mortgage rates were kept artificially
low by Fannie, Freddie and pressure from the executive and legislative
branches of the government and "creative" mortgages. He
says that they could rise from this artificially low to a point where
houses are purchased by people who can afford them. I’m not sure what
he meant by trading from a new start. He seems to be referencing the
fact that a large part of our current economic problem results from
brokers; mortgage, stock, hedge fund, derivatives, etc. are only concerned
with the commissions they generate, rather than the viability of the
product they are creating or handling. Think of the ARMs that anyone
could tell would not be repaid.
I have a suspicion the Mr. Volcker’s previous retirement is part of
the reason we are currently in the position we are in now. I doubt
Mr. Volcker is holding a job that would be filled by a new college
graduate if he retired.
In regard to the SS funds, In 1983 congress raised the FICA tax and
began phasing in an increase in the full retirement age. The trust
fund would actually look fairly good, had not our elected representatives
"borrowed" it all, along with the federal retirement fund
and the military retirement fund. The following articles by Allen
W. Smith will tell you more than you want to know about that situation.
http://www.fedsmith.com/article/2318/social-security-hidden-problem.html
http://www.fedsmith.com/article/2324/will-government-repay-its-debt-social-security.html
http://www.fedsmith.com/article/2328/no-money-social-security-trust-fund.html
bob in maryland (formerly employed by the Social Security Administration)
Patti,
there’s a whole bunch of other things, rarely mentioned, about what
Social Security’s invested funds have been doing since 1935. First
of all, those funds are and always have been separated from the national
general fund, so initially millions accrued and were invested in the
safest interest bearing funds available, as workers paid into the
system. That grew to billions in a pretty short time as we left the
Depression and worked through WWII. Ever notice how many times Congress
fails to agree on a new budget and they pass a Continuing Resolution
to keep the government going one more month? Some years they pass
two or three of them. What keeps the national government’s payroll
going? a LOAN from accounts with huge reserves, like Social Security.
I heard one Congressman call it "the National Bank" once.
Sounds okay on the surface, doesn’t it? They borrow a few million
to keep all of our activities going for a month as a loan, which gets
logged on to the budget system as part of the always mounting National
Debt. In other words, they borrow with intent to pay back, but don’t
actually pay it back. Wars have siphoned off some funds, too. Then
they added SSI to the system. Social Security for handicapped folks.
That has broadened to help those whose life earnings leave them way
behind a living income when they retire, too. This is one item the
NOW women never capitalized on when they were trying to get Equal
Rights for female workers into the US Constitution as an Amendment.
I never earned anywhere near as much as a man doing the same job,
thus my average earnings never came close to what my husband could
get in monthly payments. Add the fact that originally one had to be
65 to collect and they reduced that to 62. Think about the fact that
life expectancy back in the 1930’s and 40’s wasn’t nearly as high
as it is today, and you had quite a sizable number of workers who
died before they could collect one cent. Social Security is a good
idea. I hope it’s around for at least the rest of MY life! Sure my
own SS payments went to support my grandparents’ retirement. Nobody
ever said the funds YOU put in would support YOUR retirement. And
until the 1970’s most employers had Pension Plans. Today fewer companies
have them, and more workers have been paying into IRAs and other retirement
accounts to supplement their SS payments when they retire. The cost
of living has escalated hugely since any of us paid in our first SS
payment. Remember when you could figure you had paid in your total
annual SS payments iby October or November? Once upon a time the system
had an annual limit. Now everybody pays into it all year.
I agree that there is no simple "Fix" for this system. We
would need a whole new revolution, government upheaval, and Congress
that actually passed laws for the citizens, not the lobbyists and
their re-election campaigns. My dad once voiced a neat idea - concerning
Congress, " we should take a big gang of taxpayers and go grab
every one of those B** and throw them into the Potomac River. Them
that can swim get the idea, them that can’t, no loss." Nancy
L in Ohio
Volcker doesn’t
need to retire because he is too old. He needs to retire because he
utterly lacks any grasp of reality.
I have been paying into the system since I was 16 - 21 years now.
I don’t remember the figures off the top of my head, but I do look
over the statement I get from Uncle Sam whenever it comes. I look
at it and say to myself, "Well, there’s some of my money I will
never see again!"
I remember discussing the issue with friends as far back as college.
Our general consensus then was that we were all getting screwed by
system. If a bunch of 19-year-old college kids can figure that out,
why can’t Volcker? - Tammy in Alabama
I have
attached a video to illustrate the wisdom of the people you referred
to. My opinion is that since these "jeen-yussiz" might as
well sell "Happy Days" DVD’s to fund Social Security because
they have "jumped the shark"! They have earned the monikers
given to the bull in this clip… "nincowpoop, gulli-bull, embezzle
[imbecile], and ultra-maroon" Bully
For Bugs - Bruce in Colorado
By postponing retirement,
the amount being paid out for any given individual goes down - unless
Mr. Volker has also decreed that each retiree will live longer. The
length of time one draws retirement, times the amount one draws, is
the total retirement received. Decrease either factor and you decrease
the total retirement received.
You do not have to ‘figure out’ how much you have paid in to Social
Security. Every year or two, I get a statement showing my entire history
(in my case, back to 1971).
I do not expect to receive any of my money (or my children’s) back
from Social Security. I can’t see a way to make it work. There are,
as you observed, too many baby boomers about to enter retirement,
and too few (relatively) workers paying in.
Paul Volker is one of the most astute financial minds I recall reading,
and reading about, in my time. - Dave in Alabama
[Dave,
I understand how not being able to collect benefits for a year will
decrease payouts by one year and be an overall savings. The part I
don’t understand, is how this will help in 15 to 20 years. I can see
what might happen if those of us who are ready to retire right now
were forced to postpone our Social Security payments for a year. What
I don’t see is how this will help in 2025 or 2030.]
Re:
Geocaching
Cliff,
I have been reading your articles on Geo caching with much interest.
I have been wanting for a long time to jump in the game. But never
any time in my busy life to gather the info and knowledge to start
something I am unfamiliar with. I don’t even know what I don’t know.
Thanks to you I do know more than I did a year ago. It sounds fairly
easy to pick up.
I have two boys and one girl and all 3 are heavily into scouting as
well as my husband and myself. This is the Boy Scouts of America’s
100 anniversary year and they have rolled out some challenges and
brought back some retired merit badges just for this year. One of
the new skills being introduced is geo caching. There is a new merit
badge for geo caching and special activities for the 100 year that
include geo caching. The are also looking for counselors for the geo
caching merit badge. See link:
http://scouting.org/100years/100years/Geocaching.aspx
I think you would make and excellent counselor. I hope to start up
geo caching myself and eventually be a counselor and bring this to
both my son’s troops. (Yes they are in different troops, it was their
decision.) Is there any bit of advice you have on where to start?
Or any especially good web sites you recommend? How about equipment?
What type of gps do you use or recommend? What are some do’s and don’ts
from your experience? I would like to share this with the boys so
any advice would be helpful. We are hiking a 10 mile trail next month
at Forest Park in St. Louis and I am sure there would be caches there
and sounds to me like a good place to start the interest. How would
I go about finding out if and where any are?
Thanks for your knowledge.Love and Peace - Dana
Starting from a
last-minute New Year’s resolution to try a vegetarian diet, I have
tried to live at the world average standard of living, using much
of the difference between that and the sustainable standard to encourage
sustainable development. There were no good university courses for
what I needed, so as a thesis I built a single, innovative prototype
vehicle that won a world championship. I’m not enough of an entrepreneur
to get product out the door, though, needing a partner to keep me
from moving on to the next design. I guess the challenge in my writing
hobby is to get noticed without offending. - Bob of the North
Re:
Image’n That!
Oh boy,
did I laugh at your bad product design (RGQ 2/24). Many years ago,
my family had an outing planned and I wound up with a severe migraine
and couldn’t go. My daughters (all adults at the time) knew how much
I loved clowns and bought one of those as a get well gift. It did
make me laugh! I no longer have it, as it fell out of the window so
often that I could no longer repair it and had to throw it away. The
cactus survives to this day, but in a different pot. - Mare in Mare-land
Re:
Laptop Camera
Patti said:
"I think the school system should require all the laptops to
be brought back to school and never used off campus. Problem solved"
Does your solution also involve never giving kids any homework or
projects that require use of a computer? Not all families have them
at home. Since my 8-year-old nephew’s homework occasionally requires
use of a computer, that doesn’t seem like a good option.
Also, just not using the laptops only succeeds in delaying the inevitable.
At some point schools are going to have to deal with the question
of ethical use of technology. Do schools get to monitor every single
thing kids look up on the school library computers. Read the kids
email sent from those computers. If a kid gets caught using a cell
phone in class, can the teacher look at all the info on the phone
- texts, photos, videos, etc. Might as well look at all these scenarios
now as wait to later. - Tammy in Alabama
Re:
Eating Smarties
I eat
my M&M’s (and Skittles) the same way as you do with the Smarties
and I don’t usually have my food touch either cos I have plates with
divided sections. I also can’t bear it when someone puts their salad
on the same plate and the rest of their meal. Most of the food is
hot and then someone puts cold salad next to it? Yuck.I don’t think
of myself as OCD either, I just think that when one food touches the
other it picks of the flavor of the other one touching and ruins both
their flavors. So there. - GrammieSammie
Re:
Snow
Hey, Bob of the
North, where did you find "slip on studs"? That sounds like
some pretty kinky stuff! - Mare in Mare-land
Re:
Animal Antics
I used
to live in the country and slept with my windows open during the summer.
It got beastly hot, in the triple digits, and I had no screens on
the windows. Sometimes the crickets got so loud outside that I would
have to close the windows and just tough it out though, as the stupid
crickets kept me awake. But that’s not the story.
Being as how we lived out in the sticks we had to take our own garbage
to the dump as we had no trash pick up service. This tended to attract
critters, including some HUGE RATS. One night, about 3 AM, my cat
woke me when he jumped in my open window. In his mouth was a gigantic
rat. As he paused on the window sill, said rat turned around and bit
Boy Kitty. (His formal name was Honorable Feline) Boy Kitty dropped
the rat in the bedroom. Now, normally I sleep bith both of my dogs
in the room and the bedroom door closed. Thats where it got interesting.
I was instantly wide awake and huddled into a little balll sitting
in the middle of my bed while both dogs (70+ lbs.) and the cat proceeded
to chase the rat around my room. Eventually it was Orange Kitty (another
one of his names) that caught the rat and I picked him up with the
rat in his mouth and put them outside via the back door. That was
one of the nights I slept with the windows closed. Boy Kitty never
brought me any presents after that. He was such a good hunter, I really
miss that cat. He was the boss of both dogs, had them thoroughly cowed.
He would pretend to be nice to them, rub up on them, purr and all.
Then he would sit next to them and proceed to clean himself, licking
his paws and washing his face. Then out of the clear blue he would
arch his back and his fur would stand up and he would hop sideways
hissing and spitting, cuff each dog about the face 2 or 3 times and
then he would sit next to them and continue grooming himself. - GrammieSammie
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