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Questions and comments:
If you don’t mind my putting in a plea for another organization- Solar Hot Pots has been trying to get the UN interested in their products for Darfur for years. Women would not need to have to collect wood at all for these stoves.
Of course I don’t mind at all – thanks for sharing the link.
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So how do you find homes for your little foster cats? Do you usually take them to the pet store? Also how do you get little foster kitties? I think it would be cool to have little foster kitties, but I also wonder how hard it would be to give them up when the time comes.
Well, occasionally someone will see a picture on here and fall in love and adopt the cat (only to get her home and find out she’s a hellbeast, mwahaha!), but that’s actually only happened once (because
Nance is a suckerrrrrrrrrr). At this point, I take the cats to the pet store when they’re ready to be adopted out, and the shelter I volunteer for has adoption counselors who are careful to make sure that the cats will be properly loved and cared for. I get the foster kitties from the shelter I volunteer for –
Chall3nger’s House – and they pay for the spaying/ neutering and shots and any medication the cats need. There’s (unfortunately) an endless supply of cats and kittens who need good homes, and I’m only one of many foster homes that volunteer for this shelter.
It is very VERY hard to give up the kittens, I won’t lie. The first time I had to take a batch of kittens to the pet store, I got all teary-eyed and had to leave the store before I started full-out boohoo-ing. It’s always hard, but it helps to know that they’re going to very good homes and will be loved by good people.
(Yeah, there are a lot I’ve seriously wanted to keep but couldn’t. I joke that Fred’s a bastard for not letting me have all the kittens I want, but thank god for him because if it were left up to me, I’d probably have 300 cats by now.)
My concern right now is these four kittens I’m fostering now. Tina Louise will now let me pet her and even pick her up for a minute or two, and Spanky will grudgingly allow you to pet him for a few seconds, but the other two are just wild as hell and run if you try to touch them. ::sigh::
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So – what will happen if Joe Bob is still at the store? Come on – you live in the country and what’s one more kitty? You loved Joe Bob. I loved Joe Bob. We all loved Joe Bob. Poor kitty – who’d return such a sweetie?
If Joe Bob is back at the store, I’ll pick him up, kiss him, love on him, clean out his cage, and leave. I do love Joe Bob – how can you not? – but I can’t keep every cat I’ve ever fostered or I’d end up on the news as one of those hoarders.
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i was just wondering — are you doing the kitten fostering in the attic-type room or do you have them in another room in the house?
The kittens are in the room that was the guest bedroom. We moved the bed into the closet (and it ROCKS that the closet is big enough for us to put the bed in there (laying on the floor, not set up) and there’s nothing in the room itself now except a big dresser (where I keep kitten supplies), a few cat beds, and a thousand cat toys (plus the litter box and food, of course). When we’re watching TV at night, we can hear the kittens racing around like little wild things.
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I’ve ordered supplies for canning, because I am far too lazy to haul my ass to the store and actually buy the stuff I need in person. Fred got some advice from a woman on the forum where he hangs out as far as what we need, so once everything gets here, I’ll be ready to do some canning.
And I hope the stuff gets here quickly, ’cause the beans are coming in fast. I’ve frozen at least four meals’ worth (yes, mother, I blanched them first) and we’ve eaten them for two meals in the last week. Rumor has it that canned beans stay fresh-tasting longer (according to the aforementioned gardening guru) and I need to get some canning practice in before the tomatoes start getting ripe. If we can stop plucking and eating the green tomatoes
like this long enough to let some get ripe, that is. I intend to do lots of marinara sauces and canning of fresh tomatoes and stuff like that.
When we die of botulism, you’ll know who to blame.
The squash is ripening quickly, and we’ve had tons of oven-fried summer squash, stir-fried (in olive oil with onion and garlic) summer squash, and I’m going to make and freeze a batch of
this stuff.
This gardening stuff is a pain in the ass sometimes, but so far I’m liking the results.
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As you can see, Spanky is a deeply suspicious fellow.
Maryanne and her pretty blue eyes. The kittens love them some camera strap, mmhmm.
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Tommy, dead to the world. If you look closely, you can see his tongue poking out of his mouth.
Sugarbutt’s favorite place to sleep, on top of the refrigerator in the laundry room.
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Previously
2006: Do I know how to live large, or what?
2005: It took me a minute to get it. Duh.
2004: Have I mentioned that I have a big ol’ crush on Roland? Yeah. There’s me, being geeky again…
2003: Still no Fancypants.
2002: Well, did you feel the earth crack open?
2001: I guess not everyone is as much a wimp as I.
2000: I feel like I spent all day running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off and got nothing accomplished. ]]>