Attention, Alabama and Tennessee residents!
The North Alabama Spay Neuter Clinic is now open in Huntsville. They charge $35 for feline neuters, $45 for feline spays, $55 for canine neuters, and $65 for canine spays. The only cost above the basic charge is $10 for the rabies vaccination if you cannot provide proof that your animal has been vaccinated in the past 12 months.
PLEASE NOTE THAT ANYONE CAN USE THE SPAY AND NEUTER CLINIC. You do NOT have to qualify! There is no extra charge for weight or if the cat/ dog is in heat. Ear tipping for ferals is free.
The clinic also provides FeLV/FIV test and heartworm tests for $20 and the other vaccinations for $10, but those are completely optional. They’ll also do fecals!
The North Alabama Spay Neuter Clinic web site is here.
Please please please pass the word. I know there are so many people who are unfortunately put off from having their cats and dogs spayed and neutered by the potential high cost. The fewer unwanted kittens and puppies who are brought into this world, the better.
Maybe one day there’ll be no such thing as unwanted cats and dogs. Wouldn’t that be lovely?
Remember last week when I told y’all about the lady next door sitting out on her deck and talking to those two men in business casual dress, and how I was very curious about who they were and kept watching them out the window? You guys suggested they might be selling religion or could be census takers. They stopped here after they were at the next door neighbors’ house, and of course I didn’t answer the door.
They came back Tuesday evening at 8 (which is far too late to be knocking on peoples’ doors, if you ask me), and Fred answered the door and went out on the porch to talk to them.
Turns out they were selling supplemental health insurance. Fred listened patiently to their spiel, lied and told them we already had supplemental health insurance, and when they started asking questions (ie, which company we had the insurance through), told them he was uncomfortable answering questions like that asked by strangers who showed up unexpectedly one night.
They backed off on answering the questions.
They also did that thing I’ve occasionally witnessed from door-to-door salespeople where they start naming off people who live in your neighborhood like it’s somehow persuasive. Like you’re going to be all “Bob Jefferson signed up for the insurance? Good ol’ Bob Jefferson! I need me some of that insurance too, then, good ol’ Bob Jefferson knows his shit. Sign me up for what you gave Bob!”. They told him that the lady next door had signed up for it, and this person and that person. They went on to tell him that people in our area were “very excited” to have the opportunity to sign up for supplemental insurance.
“Very excited.”
Somehow, I doubt that.
They also told Fred he was “hard to get hold of” and that someone had told them to watch out for “the blue car” if they wanted to talk to the man of the house. I don’t know which neighbor passed along that nugget of information but HEY THANKS, NEIGHBOR! APPRECIATE IT!
Fuckers.
We didn’t buy any supplemental health insurance because (1) we don’t want supplemental health insurance, thanks and (2) if we wanted supplemental health insurance, we’d go out and find a place to buy it. The only door to door salespeople I’d ever bust out the wallet for these days is Girl Scouts, assuming they’re selling Girl Scout cookies, and I can’t remember the last time a Girl Scout knocked on my door.
Scenes from around Crooked Acres.
I made a big batch of Ina Garten’s Chicken Stock over the weekend, and canned stock on Tuesday. I ended up with 7 pints and 14 half-pints, and a quart in the freezer.
I think the dog snack situation has gotten out of hand.
The squash plants are overrun with squash bugs, but the bees keep pollinatin’, bless their hearts.
The patch of weeds where the squash plants were.
The Copper Marans hen stalks me when I’m in the garden in hopes that I’ll toss her a tomato.
I always do.
Squash bug, that’s okra. You don’t eat okra! (Squash bug, RIP.)
Habaneros, when you gonna ripen?
Maxi keeps me company in the garden.
Assassin bugs, climbing up an okra plant.
Squash bug eggs. After I took this picture, I squooshed ’em.
Girrrrrl, you KNOW he’s not going to call you!
What the cats dragged in. I put the quarter there so y’all could see how big that damn bug is, and Reacher had to come get involved.
Copper Marans hen and her babies, dust-bathing.
Good news! Lieu was adopted Tuesday evening. Fingers crossed that this one “takes”!
This is exactly the color of Moxie’s eyes. You can’t see the rest of her, but at least you know what color her eyes are now!
A rare shot of all three of them.
Melodie, giving me the sass.
Melodie – in my lap!
She’s had just about enough of your shenanigans.
Rhyme in the sun.
Corbett in the chair (you know that chair is there for the SOLE reason of supporting a cat bed, right? I’m not even kidding.)
Bolitar, on the table in the front room.
Bolitar, close up. He has such pretty eyes. All my Bookworms do, really.
Reacher, keeping an eye on everything.
He was sound asleep like this. With the temps hitting 100+ lately, he’s been spending his mornings out in the back yard and his afternoons sprawled out like this in the house.
Previously
2009: One day, my marriage was complete and happy with just the two of us.
2008: Yeah, I don’t believe me either.
2007: No entry.
2006: The man KNOWS romantic conversation, doesn’t he?
2005: That Jane, she’s a smart and wily one.
2004: No, there are no current plans for Fredbyn offspring.
2003: I think we’re going to change Miz Poo’s name to Miz Money Pit.
2002: No entry.
2001: Picture entry.
2000: The word of the day is shopping.