Sunday, July 26, 2009

Easier to be nice

A stray cat in the neighborhood decided he could come live with us. He just moved in, started eating, let us pet him, and got along with my cat. He's clean, seems healthy, and he's housebroken. He understands he's not supposed to go into our room (mostly), and is pretty quiet.

Unfortunately, he's just a normal cat. He doesn't express himself, he doesn't do anything cute, and he's really generic looking. But he plays with Mackey, and that makes Mackey happy, and he's unobtrusive.

My old man threatens to punt the cat, or worse, and I don't care. It's just easier to be nice to the cat, feeding him and stuff, than to drive him off. But he means nothing to me, and I wouldn't miss him if he stopped coming around. I still have my Mackey, and he's adorable.

Like this morning. My fiance and I were cuddling and napping, and Mack wanted to be part of it. So he curled up on my hip, and across my old man's lower back. I eventually rolled over, and Mack fell down between us. He proceeded to give me this dirty look, wondering why I'd moved, and then threw himself (without standing up) toward my fiance's head. Mackey snuzzled his little face against a pillow, curled his paws beneath his chin, and went back to sleep. It was precious.

And that's a cat I would miss if he stopped coming around.

I've also been working more on embroidery. I like doing it. It's fun. But textile crafting seems to run in my mom's side of the family. I like embroidering, my mom crocheted and learned to tat, and my grandma was great at crocheting, and her mom could tat like a genius. Don't think anyone knitted, so that isn't represented. I was never very good at crochet or tat, because I just couldn't keep my stitches even. Somehow it's easier with a needle, and I'm learning nifty embroidery things. I've even looked into needlelace, and I think I want to try that too. I think it would be a neat way to do really delicate or elaborate designs, and then transfer them to whatever clothing I'm working on. Or to embellish some of my pirate/gothy shirts with custom lace.

Or, that's the plan, anyway.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Vegas monsoons have started

Yay! Storms, and thunder, and lightning, and muddy windshields. It's monsoon time again.

This doesn't mean much to people who live in actual rainy places, but it's fun for me. Nothing is quite like a desert storm. Portland doesn't get that delicious hot desert smell. There's so much sky here to really see the big arcs of lightning.

It's just fantastic.

Can't decide if this year is going to be as wet as 2007. That was a bloody wet year. So far, it's just cute and wet, and rumbly. Lots of bass thunder.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Poor baby alligator

So, there's a fair sized park here in Vegas, that has a large pond. Fish and Game keep it stocked with fish, and there's ducks and geese, and some turtles, and peolpe come to hang out and bring their dogs and kids and stuff.

Yesterday morning, a fisherman hooked a three and a half foot alligator. He tied it up, called animal control, and they gave it to the fish and wildlife...who proceeded to euthanise it.


They killed it because they didn't have the facilities to care for it. They murdered an innocent little gator just because some nimrod didn't know how to take care of it.

That incenses me beyond description. Despite my vast vocabulary (expletives and not) I cannot frame how angry I am. It was a baby gator. It could have lived in a bathtub until a rescue group could have picked it up. They might have even been able to leave it at the Shark Reef (they have a croc) long enough to get it rescued.

There was no reason to kill it but sheer laziness. And that's a horrible horrible comment on society. Can't be bothered to kill off death row inmates or terminally ill people, but can jump right on killing an animal for being in the wrong place.

*growls and wanders off*