We meandered over to Dark & Deadly on Sunday morning for a pre-birthday (mine) coffee and breakfast sandwich. Anything for an excuse, eh? Actually, we've been almost overusing that excuse lately.
It's Caturday, and though I have photos of Sabine from a recent visit, I am going to post about Forrest and Dickie's Cause 4 Paws -kitten rescue, which is a local fb page that you can find here.
Just brought Forrest home and getting him settled.Shelly does so much for the cats and never refuses them. She raises funds through online auctions and many readers support generously. From time to time, we make a modest donation. We did so for Forrest.
This poor kitten has been through a lot of stress and pain. He was found literally in the middle of nowhere , deep in Limerick forrest.
His hind leg was broken aprox a month ago and he’s endured this pain and suffering on his own.
He has severe ear mites, and a neck wound where a cuterebra was located , along with being skin and bones from starvation and upper respiratory infections.
How long was he in the Forest? How did he get there? Would someone be so cruel as to dump him where there was hardly a chance of being found ?
I’m so thankful he was found and brought to us. He is such a dear kitten of aprox 10 weeks old .
He’s safe now . And I’ll cuddle him as long as he needs to feel safe .
Thank you to all who donated to his vet care .
Forrest is such a good boy. After lots of cuddles yesterday he settled down for a long nap.
His ear mites are being treated, he’s on antibiotics for his neck wound and upper respiratory infection.
His hind leg break was from a month or more ago and has since healed in a crooked position . But we are hopeful as he grows it will straighten out a bit more . He can use it and isn’t in any pain anymore .
I hope he recovers quickly and finds a wonderful loving home .
He deserves to be spoilt .
Thank you all who donate to save kitties like Forrest
Ramsay almost died of starvation and infection. He is an orange male kitten of 6 months of age. Showed up in a ladies back yard begging for help.Shelly does so much. If she helps older cats that cannot become pets, she practices TNR: Trap, Neuter and Release. But she doesn't abandon them. She has a farmer or two that provide for cats in barns, and Shelly supplies the cat food. Occasionally, she calls for help when the food runs out. Some people help a lot. We have helped a little.
We almost lost him but our vets worked hard and here he is, eating on his own and slowly recovering.
He is fiv/Fel negative but has upper respiratory infection . I’m thankful he is a fighter and wants to live.
He will be staying in clinic until he’s strong enough to neuter and then he will go to his foster home.
Apollo had a set back with some diarrhea and vomit . He also has a urinary Tracy infection.
He came back to stay at the clinic to receive the help he needs. It’s easier to give him medication while at the clinic than in a Foster’s room.
He too is on the mend and should be going to his foster home next week.
I’m grateful for Almonte Veterinary Services for taking such good care of our rescue cats and kittens. Without them I could not save lives.
I’m grateful for fosters willing to give scared cats a chance .
I’m grateful to all of you who follow, comment and donate to help save lives. Without all of you there would be no rescue.
Thank you
I am sorry, but I don't read your book reports or your recipes because I know that I won't read the books or cook the meals. It's not that I don't read or cook in my little life, but it is highly unlikely that I would ever get around to reading your particular book or trying particular your recipe.
However, I did catch enough of JellyJules' Land post to realize that, judging from the first sentence or two, she wrote it very well. It made me think that writing a good book report takes talent and thought. And that caused me remember my verbal book report way back in 1961 in grade 8. It was on Young Mac of Fort Vancouver.
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I shook my head and said, "No," but I guess I should have been indignant because it wasn't borrowed or copied. It was my own, and I would like to march back through time right now and state that emphatically. As I look back I think that I could have found the book and brought it to her as proof positive, but it is now a little late to state my case.
I remember nothing about the story, but I remember the incident. I did dig this out of Wikipedia, but it feels foreign to me after all of this time.
Young Mac of Fort Vancouver is a 1940 children's historical fiction novel written by Mary Jane Carr and illustrated by Richard Holberg. Set in 1832, it recounts the adventures of Donald "Mac" McDermott, a young mixed-blood fur trader. Mac's father's dying wish was for Mac to receive an education from Dr. McLoughlin in Fort Vancouver along the Columbia River. At the fort, Mac is injured after a horse he is riding trips. He is taken to Three Gulls, a medicine man, where he recovers. Three Gulls dies of the plague, and the other indians in the village capture him, blaming him for the death. Mac escapes with the help of Yellow Bird and returns to the fort. Later, he travels to Quebec to locate his grandfather, and Mac moves to Edinburgh to study medicine, returning to the fort ten years later. (Wikipedia)Whether I remember the details or not, I clearly remember the name of the book and Ms Janny's accusation after I read my report from the second seat of the fourth row. I am not so much irked by Ms Janny because she complimented me in a way that she did not intend5. I am disappointed in myself for letting it drop, but I was just a kid and never thought to fight for myself.
I know Grump hasn't been saying much about the abrupt ending of the trade negotiations with Canada last night so in case some of my American followers are curious as to why Canada is fuming over Grump and his ilk, let me catch you up to speed....
Grump didn’t just demand veto power over Canada’s trade partners, he practically tried to downgrade us from a sovereign nation to a franchise he could manage from his recliner.
He wanted to hand‑pick which countries we were allowed to trade with, then went a step further and suggested we toss out our bilingual identity like it was an optional accessory instead of a constitutional pillar. He even said that our immigration policies should “align” with his preferences.
He tried to turn the entire country into his personal doormat. He behaved as though Canada’s sovereignty was a negotiable coupon he could redeem whenever he felt cranky, pushing demands that ignored our Constitution, our institutions, and our identity.
Of course Canada takes a hit with these new 50% tariffs, but Americans get the bruise and the bill. Tariffs are a two‑way punch: Canada loses export revenue and faces supply‑chain headaches, while Americans get slapped with higher prices, pricier manufacturing inputs, and retaliation that hits their own industries. It’s mutual damage, but the U.S. ends up paying for the privilege of hurting itself.
Even when economists, manufacturers, and farmers warn him the policy is damaging, he ignores them. The crazy part is that the damage is very visible yet he keeps swinging the same hammer because it fits the political storyline he wants to sell.
Canada will adapt and come out on top when this is all over. Our country is resilient and united but I cannot say the same about the USA.
A Sad Indictment of the USA
One of Sue's recent photo prompts involved doors, and since she is always looking for something special, we thought of the reciprocal door at the Blakeney Conservation area, so we made the 16 minute drive.
Today, Danica wakes up differently than ever before. Yesterday, she moved into what will be her residence for the school year: a room in a house in Ottawa, shared with three other girls women.
You may recall that she commuted to Carlton U for her freshman year. You may also recall that her car got totalled near the very end on last semester when exams were almost finished. Since there will be no possibility of commuting this year, she will be staying in the city, just a bus ride from campus. I think, however, that she would probably have made the move regardless of the car situation, for it seems to be a natural progression.
The semester won't begin for another two weeks, but she has landed a part-time job at the university store where students may purchase books and other paraphernalia. Today is a training day, but she doesn't yet know the rest of her schedule.
She'll be up early, going outside to the bus stop, and travelling to campus. I am not sure if she has been on city bus before, but she will manage because she is a grown woman.
On Sunday, we stopped by to give her this last-minute card because Sue thought of her own experience of standing at bus stops in the rain in Toronto at that age.
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On Friday morning, I was abruptly and rather rudely awakened at 8 by someone poking at my body. It was Sue, who was doing me a favour since I had to take Jonathan to work. While I still had an hour before departing, she knew that I would like to have a coffee and do some of my morning things.
I don't usually sleep until 8, and you might think I had a wonderful sleep. I guess I did in the end, but for the first hours of the night I was absolutely exasperated. I was restless and uncomfortable and tried two beds as well as my usual chair before roaming the house and having cookies and milk. I sat in the porch for awhile and determined that when I went back up, I would play Sudoku to help unwind and tire me. It often works, and it did that night, for I closed down the second game halfway through and soon settled to sleep.
I got JJ in plenty of time, and on the way, he informed me that he was scheduled for a 6:30 start this coming Saturday. That is normally not a problem for me, but sleep has been erratic lately. Whatever the case, Siri or Sue should poked me awake.
Back to Friday: by noon, Sue and I were sitting in Generations on the Lake restaurant, where we shot each shooting each other. I wanted to get the restaurant window in the background while she focussed on the subject — wonderful me. We had a nice lunch/brunch.
