He went back to bed and managed to get in without incident. He should be good for a while.
I got on one of my message boards and found a lot of outrage at a sad case involving a dog. Unlike some, I don't believe in passing on terrible stories that will only upset, outrage, and anger people. It just doesn't do any good. I think people who do that are miserable people with miserable lives, and one reason I only talk about my depression on here.
All I will say is the dog had to be put down. Everyone replying to the thread was utterly furious, making death threats, threats of torture, etc. I should add the authorities do not know the identity of the bad guy. But they still want the bad guy boiled alive.
I made a comment, wait a minute, when I talked about (Cleo) being tortured ongoing I was told "Kids will be kids", etc. treated like an evil hysterical person. And she was abused ongoing. It only stopped when I trapped her and got her in the house. And the kids are still out there and would love another go at her, but they will not get the chance while I'm breathing. But saying this, about a cat, made me a "there she goes [rolleyes]" Heather. I was called names and criticized, it was implied I hated all children etc. Yet these same people are calling for the death of a dog abuser, one who may very well be a "child" (in years). I have never once made a threat or anything like that regarding the Cleo abusers. Never.
Yet they tried to make me feel bad for having outrage only, nothing more. Even if I had bad thoughts I am not STUPID enough to ever let them out of my head because "they can and will be used against you". I only ever wanted to make them stop and get Cleo safe. Which I did with no help from anyone but Ron (helped pray), Friskies (thank you for Mixed Grill), Havahart (trap maker), and my vet staff. And Alex the cab driver. THEY stopped animal abuse and got Cleo in the house where she's safe and happy. They are all heroes for that.
But I am sure they are still going on the board about the horror, etc. I finally said "Ya'll are a bunch of [censored] hypocrites" and left it at that. I have never so clearly seen the dog bias in the country as I have today.
I think it just goes to a lot of people hate cats. I knew a lot of my drivers did but I don't think I have seen how much of the general population hate them as well. Even though I think half the population owns a cat, let me look that up.
From Gallup:
Forty-four percent of Americans own a dog and 29% own a cat. Among pet owners, 73% own a dog and 49% own a cat. Pet ownership among the American public breaks down this way: 27% own a dog but not a cat, 12% own a cat but not a dog, 17% own both, 3% own pets other than cats or dogs, and 40% do not own any pets
Maybe that is it, I am only in the 30%. Actually the 12% because I don't have (or want) a dog. Dogs are fine, but I was just done with them when Ron told me a story about a guide dog eating used feminine products. Cats would never do that.
All this talk of pets has me thinking I need to make an order with Chewy. I need to talk to Ron about a box next to the kitchen table. It is falling apart, the cats love to sit on it and someone chewed the cardboard. If we didn't have Cleo I'd have thought it was a rat, but Cleo is death to rodents.
Speaking of I got the rodent toy out, it looks like a furry rat. I showed it to Ron and explained it was a toy, not to freak out if he "met" it one day. That would be a horrible wakeup one morning with him screaming...but very funny.
Anyway, I put the toy on the floor and I know they will have a lot of fun with it. It is better built than the other toys Cleo gutted. The girl is death. The feral hunting genes are strong in her!
So I might get some canned food and look at toys although they have plenty of toys. I don't need litter, thank God. I am still good for dry food, plenty of special blend. I also have an additional huge bag of Meow Mix Tuna and Chicken in addition to the Special Blend.
Torbie's fur is finally starting to grow back when I dosed her with the flea preventive. I found an outfit I can wear to church. Lands End has some cute dresses if I decide to go that route and they do send me some very good coupons now and then. I got all the winter stuff out but I should probably wash some jackets. I will go do that.
I got them going. That's it for now, leftover pizza for dinner. I think Ron made a couple of meals out of his assorted munchie mix (18, one ounce bags of mix). He found the slider in the fridge so he can eat that later.
All my creatures are fed. :)
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I've had cats and dogs. I would never get another cat, they dig in their litter box and then walk on your counter. That's disgusting. I've had them lick my butter, you can't even leave a cake on the counter. It's not sanitary.
People were annoyed because you were accusing all the kids in that family of animal abuse with insufficient evidence. It was bizarre.
Also, the dog in this story you allude to was abused badly enough to have to be euthanized. Cleo, as far as I can tell, never had any physical injuries. It sounds like, at worst, the kids were chasing her.
It's a little ridiculous to equate that with abuse severe enough to ruin the animal's life.
I heard them on more than one occasion going after her and found rocks scattered all over the yard where they had stoned her. She has a scar down her back (as I related in the thread) that is at least 3 inches long.
Terrorizing an animal is wrong, period. You don't get to say "It's wrong if it is a dog and meets my criteria, but OK if it is a cat and *I* say there is no lasting harm".
She still hides when she hears those "children". Her brother is warm and friendly, it makes me sad to see him sometimes and realize that's how she could have been in a different situation.
But, as I ALSO said in the thread, kids today are just messed up and abusing animals seems to be the norm and not the exception, these days. It is apparently the "fun" thing to do based on the group next door, the random kid walking his dog every day, and whoever went after the dog. I would bet half my pay when the catch the perpetrator it will be someone under 18.
Cats don't want you either. You are not God's gift to the animal kingdom. Good luck if you ever get a rodent in your house. I am set!
I forget if I shared the story about the Guide dog eating used pads and tampons in the blog or not - but that was a deal killer for me. My cats know to stay out of my used products.
The worst thing they do is move their very realistic looking rat toy out in the hallway in the middle of the night.
The cat could have obtained the scar from crawling under a fence. You literally still have no evidence. “They stones her” but she had no physical signs of being stoned like, oh, blood, and you did nothing about it either by calling the cops or going to the parents. One of those things should have been done had you not conjured this up in your head.
That's why they make lids for trash cans. Cats on the counter is bad news but you don't care about a clean house so it doesn't bother you.
Looks like you stopped exercizing like you used to. Why?
Dogs eat kleexex and chew on underwear too, keep your house clean and there is no problem. I don't have to sit on plastic chairs because my dog doesn't claw furniture.
I wouldnt want an animal in my face who just ate a mouse.
Just because not everyone likes cats doesn't mean you have to take it to another level. Nothing I said wasn't the truth about cats. To each their own.
I think my very spoiled, well traveled, best friend and watch dog would disagree with your comment.
He lets me know when cars are in the driveway before people even get out.
I use a plastic chair because Spotty kept getting up under the rockers on my wooden chair. I don't care if they claw stuff up, they have plenty of their own furniture for that.
Not turning this into cat vs dog each has a benefit. I am and will remain a cat person.
On the workouts, mainly the migraines. I wake up with them pretty horrific. I do OK when I don't have them working out first thing but lately I have been getting a lot certain weeks and it is impossible to work out. I also had an injury I didn't mention.
My house my rules I don't care if someone walks on the counter, you are right.
Regarding Cleo being abused I have been over and over this endlessly, they were screaming "get it get it!" running all over my yard and when I went out rocks all over my yard that hadn't been there before. Pretty clear to me.
Parents are impossible and see their kids as doing no wrong, it would have made cat torture even more fun if they knew it upset me. So I focused my efforts on trapping Cleo and getting her in the house. She is quite happy here and safe now.
Since I am mentally ill and on the books for it with the police department I decided I had better save my phone call since I didn't have footage of it happening. If I had a security camera and got them doing it I would have filed charges.
What is wrong with some people? I agree those kids probably were trying to hurt Cleo. I do wonder how she got that scar on her back. Shelters and rescues are full here and they are not taking dogs or cats right now - you have to be on a waiting list. People are the cause of ALL animals suffering. Especially dogs and cats because they are too ignorant to spay and neuter and then just dump their animals like trash when they realize they actually have to take care of said animal when it is not a cute puppy or kitten anymore.
And yes most parents have the mindset that their kids are angels and can do nothing wrong. Apparently so do some of the people who are making comments. Kids are just as capable as adults to act cruelly.
Exactly, "wrong". One thing really upsets me about Mama cat, she was clearly a pet. She knows deli meat, for instance, and begs for it even though I haven't given her any (too much salt). But someone fed it to her, petted her, cared for her until she went into heat. Then too lazy to get her fixed, threw her out in the street, where she shows up at my door pregnant with 2 babies. It's up to us, who can't drive, to get her fixed, which we HAPPILY did because she is an awesome cat. But it would not have been hard for the first owner.
That, TBH, is why I never really tried to rehome Spot (he was pretty friendly after an initial socializing period), someone would have taken him but they would have cared for him properly. That and he is bonded to Mom and sister.
I couldn't work in animal rescue, other than what I already do, I would get too angry. And I will never let my cats loose in the neighborhood because there are a lot of SICK people out there who want to hurt them.
I can only figure Cleo got the scar on a fence, a nail sticking down maybe. It is pretty much right along the top of her back. A dog bite would look different. From what I can tell she got the cut and the fur did not fall out until it was healed, it came off in a strip which I found on the floor one morning. That was a pretty good freak out. When I inspected her I found the almost healed scar, weighed taking her into vet, and decided to leave her alone, She had already done 98% of the healing, and it's "done" now. It is about 1/4 inch by 3 inches long. I tell her she is still pretty. :)
“Since I am mentally ill and on the books for it with the police department I decided I had better save my phone call since I didn't have footage of it happening. If I had a security camera and got them doing it I would have filed charges.“
Why do you always say that? The cops don’t care. They would believe you for stuff like this. You seem to think there’s a way way way bigger stigma for mental illness than actually exists...
I ABSOLUTELY did NOT say terrorizing ANY animal is ok, let alone something as ridiculous as "it's ok if it's a cat. I own and love two cats. I have never had a dog, because I prefer cats.
I'm saying that you have NO proof that those kids were doing ANYTHING to Cleo. As you yourself said, the scar could be from going under a fence. "Get it" could be referring to a ball, a toy, ect.
It sure mattered years ago when I was accosted, trapped in a hallway, assaulted and thrown into a wall. I "didn't have any proof" and he got away with it by saying "We all know Heather is crazy". It was that easy to get out of something that should have had him fired and charges filed.
So, yeah, I'm a little RAW on the subject. I have never allowed myself to forget I apparently have far fewer rights than a "sane" person and I had better bring a far larger burden of proof.
So that's why, I mentioned this not long ago but you apparently weren't around for it. I have actually sat there listening to my boss demanding I "play nice" with my attacker and getting the "We all have to get along" lecture.
Alex, unless you are Ready?Mom on a survivalist board we have no beef. She is the one who told me "kids will be kids" excusing cat abuse. I think most moral people are horrified by the idea that kids would torment a cat.
You just tend to lean on the "all kids are great, the average one is a beautiful little soul full of love that must me nurtured". I am more in the "I was born in sin from my mother's womb" grouping. We're both right and we're both wrong.
As I always say when talking about this now, it is OVER, she is in the house and safe. She let me pet her this morning. She adores Ron and the cats. That is all I care about. I feel bad for other cats out there but I can't save them all.
I have done more than expected as it is this year, especially considering my limited resources. But they are all happy and healthy, yelling for breakfast every day when I get up.
I should add I have heard them corner my cats (when I let them run loose) in their yard, screaming at them until the cat could get away. Every time I go out in the backyard I find their junk thrown up against the side of my cat cage, they are apparently doing target practice. That is ongoing.
Honestly the kid that disturbs me the most is the 10 year old white kid with the dog, saying with bloodlust in his voice "I like to see (cats) bleed". He was very disappointed Cleo was GONE and I was never SO HAPPY I had saved her. He had some real bad plans for Cleo.
NOT ANYMORE!
"It sure mattered years ago when I was accosted, trapped in a hallway, assaulted and thrown into a wall. I "didn't have any proof" and he got away with it by saying "We all know Heather is crazy". It was that easy to get out of something that should have had him fired and charges filed.
So, yeah, I'm a little RAW on the subject. I have never allowed myself to forget I apparently have far fewer rights than a "sane" person and I had better bring a far larger burden of proof.
So that's why, I mentioned this not long ago but you apparently weren't around for it. I have actually sat there listening to my boss demanding I "play nice" with my attacker and getting the "We all have to get along" lecture."
I was around for it. It doesn't make sense.
What your boss says has nothing to do with the police. You should talk to them, go to them. Not your boss. If your boss thinks that, go above them.That's the problem. I work with the police. You aren't correct. You don't have fewer rights. Proof is always good--but you have rights.
I have had a very hard time standing up for myself, as you have seen over the years. At the time I did not want to file charges because I did not want him to lose his job, he had people depending on him.
I went to the boss because I wanted him spanked and released, basically. A note in his file perhaps and a strong lecture. I did not want him to lose his job or have a criminal record. I wanted the boss to tell him it was NOT OK to throw Heather into a wall while screaming at her.
That didn't happen, instead I got the lecture. That was a hideous turn of events I could not have predicted but it all went to my illness. And I learned an important lesson, you can get away with just about anything if you say it's because I am sick, or imply I made it all up (this guy) "because everyone knows Heather is crazy". The irony this person came to me years later asking all sorts of questions because his daughter in law was bipolar.
One night years ago Ron called the mental health team on me to have me arrested for moving my keys off the hook by the door. He was really looking forward to my arrest (he was drunk of course). He said I had been abusing him ongoing and that I was bipolar.
They sent out the team. And that was the first time I felt heard, respected, a valued citizen who deserved to be treated well. It totally backfired on Ron because both of them told him he had a problem and he had to stop drinking. He is very lucky they didn't arrest him. They refused to arrest me (of course) and the mental health side (her + police man) said I was taking good care of myself, etc. Just what I did need to hear.
So I know authorities exist who will treat me with respect and actually hear what I'm saying, but I would still like hard proof if I need to call them. That's the long version.
So again this NEVER happened with the police, just your idiot asshole boss. You aren’t dumb heather, you can recognize this.
Yes, I learned my lesson about the boss. I am sure not the only one who found out the hard way they can't rely on the boss to have their back.
I never reported the assault to the police. I didn't think they would take me seriously since no one else did. At work we have our own police force and they practically yawned when our stockroom was robbed of a significant sum of cash. Another time a vending machine was destroyed and they only cared about making me their snitch. So no high hopes there either.
Unfortunately no cameras in the hall, either.
I am just reluctant after all this (waves hand) to stick my neck out these days.
I can promise you that I'm not Ready?Mom from a survivalist board. That name wouldn't apply to me for several different reasons.
I'm sorry I got a little heated.
I try to give people the benefit of the doubt, but I hadn't realized that you found things thrown outside your cat cage, or that you heard the kids corner your cats. I like to think that no malice was intended, and the kids were simply curious & trying to interact with Cleo, but are unfamiliar with how to behave around cats. As you said, the truth is probably somewhere between our two viewpoints.
You are absolutely right that the important thing is that you got Cleo inside where she is safe and cared for. Thank you for doing that. I'm glad Cleo, her mother and her brother have you.
I am just glad I know what to expect next door now. When I go out of town you can get I will not be asking them to help with the cats!
Cleo let me pet her again this morning, good pets, so we are making progress and that's what matters. She has turned out to be the wild child in the house.
When they had dogs (2x) the dog was left outside 24/7 and utterly neglected. It was fed 1x a day and watered but that was it. 8 people in the house and no one came out to play with it aside from the first day or two.
That one actually had a funny ending. The first dog finally clawed a hole in the fence and got out. Ron and I were waiting on a ride and she came running over and took a flying leap in his lap. Ron reacted the way he always does to a strange dog and started talking and petting it. The owner came out, called it. Remember this man never spent a minute with his dog. She ignored him and kept licking Ron's beard. He kept calling and she wouldn't come. He went to work.
The next day the dog was gone, hopefully at a better home now. The second time I believe they were just dogsitting but the same thing, ignored constantly, only fed and never interacted with.
If you want a pet you have to make a time investment, money investment, etc. If you can't do that don't get one, and they haven't.
The sad thing years ago when I let her run loose Baby Girl (as a half grown kitten) got on top of the mother's car. I went over there and yelled at her to get down. The mother (#6) told me "Is OK, is cute" in her very broken English. So she likes cats but none of the rest do apparently.
Are your posts stereotyping "soccer moms", "wild children", "slow people", honoring to God?
The world already thinks Christians are judgmental, holier than thou....
Just, please think before you post and honor God with your lips, "words". Your blog will be more enjoyable to read.
Well, I actually find slow person much less objectionable than "mentally disabled" or "R*tarded". Soccer moms everywhere in Houston so a fair categorization - by which I meant 95% healthy, active, young woman taking disabled parking from someone like Ron, due to an occasional and minor pain/mobility issue.
I didn't say wild, I said feral and definition is: "resembling a wild animal.
"a feral snarl", "(especially of an animal) in a wild state, especially after escape from captivity or domestication.
"a feral cat""
The irony being Cleo is supposed to be the feral but has much better manners than the children TRESPASSING and TORTURING SMALL ANIMALS. Both of which I find pretty [censored] offensive. I never go on their property. When they had a dog I did not torment it, even when it came on my property. In fact, Ron invited it in his lap and gave it petting and kisses. They threw rocks, screamed, tried to corner her. On MY property. I might have understood chasing her off if she was bothering them (but she was too afraid for that). But to come on my property when I expressly told their father they do not have permission - and torture a small animal (maybe 2 pounds) - that's pretty sick. Psychopath would be a better word for them but I went with feral because they were acting like wild animals.
Let's look at that: Psychopath:
"a person suffering from chronic mental disorder with abnormal or violent social behavior, an unstable and aggressive person." That is more apt so I will use that instead, OK?
One last thing on the slow people, if you think that is bad the slang on the paratransit is AR which supposedly means "Assistance Required" but has become derogatory slang for "slow". "What are you, AR?" I did not use that term either.
I think my post was lost on you. I'll step back and let the Holy Spirit convict you.
Let your speech be honoring to God.
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