Post 371: Andy’s progress

Andy continues to improve. He is much more playful than he was in February, when I learned he had high blood pressure and a heart murmur.

When not taking on a savage folded piece of paper, he was defending his territory against the big usurper, brother Dougy! You know, that Adrian Smith mailer that still attracts both boys.

Andy defends the mailer against Dougy, who wants it, too!

Andy defends the mailer against Dougy, who wants it, too!

Dougy left the room. Well, he ran from the room with his smaller brother chomping at his tail! Andy’s back in charge of the mailer. Of course, now that Dougy’s out of the room and doesn’t want the mailer (for the moment), Andy’s not interested in it either.

Time to check the back yard for birds on the bird bath!

Time to check the back yard for birds on the bird bath!

No birds. Andy left the room to check the rose bush by the north bathroom window for birds. The human opened it this morning in case Andy wanted some excitement…and Dougy wasn’t there first.

Post 370: Dougy helps himself; Andy doesn’t notice.

Dougy and Andy spend a lot of time hanging out with me. Dougy prefers to rest by my arm on my computer desk, but Andy’s become a computer percher, possibly because it makes him taller than me or because of the heat off the machine.

Sometimes, though, Dougy sneaks a perch on Andy’s territory. The infamous tub incidents are examples documented in this blog.

Next to the computer is a mini-stereo that’s part of Andy’s territory. Dougy likes it, too. He took a little time to do some wash up.

Andy wasn't taking care of business, so Dougy stopped by and perched on Andy's spot.

Andy wasn’t taking care of business, so Dougy stopped by and perched on Andy’s spot.

Dougy still prefers to snuggle with my arm, so he soon gave up Andy’s perch to join me on the desk.

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Andy forgave me after I gave him his medicine. In time, he thought I was safe to be around again, and took a perch on my computer. His tail caught my fancy, Andy’s magical tail…

I should know better than to be mesmerized by Andy’s big, fluffy tail. I’ve see it in action before.

Pretty tail, Andy! Prrretty taaail! 😉

Post 369: a busy day

Yesterday was a busy one for the cat brothers. Andy was especially busy watching sparrows fly to and from the yellow rose bush outside the north bathroom window.

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It’s a favorite bush of mine, too, though mostly for that short season when it is in flower.

Sparrows and roses! What a plant!

Sparrows and roses! What a plant!

In a few weeks, perhaps, the bush will look like that. Now, it’s just on the verge of putting out leaves.

It is a lovely old fashioned yellow climbing rose with a soft, floral scent.

It is a lovely old fashioned yellow climbing rose with a soft, floral scent.

While Andy was being a good boy, Dougy had other matters on his mind.

Dougy may or may not have knocked over the wastepaper basket -- that's more Andy's style -- but he's the one I found in the act of scattering trash around.

Dougy may or may not have knocked over the wastepaper basket — that’s more Andy’s style — but he’s the one I found in the act of scattering trash around.

It was a busy day. 😉

Post 368: How to change a mood.

One thing I find fun about editing videos is finding the right combination of length and content.

The two videos below are essentially the same content, other than title, caption, and music. Your job, if you chose, is to decide which better enhances the visual of me waking Dougy while he tries to sleep by my arm when I’m on my computer.

Example ONE: “Wake the Kitty Time!” ~ ~

Example TWO: “Don’t Wake the Kitty!” ~ ~

What do you think?

Post 366: My cats thank you, Adrian!

Nebraska 3rd Congressional District’s Adrian Smith recently mailed his constituents an anti-ACA mailer. I tossed my copy pretty much unread: Nothing new here!

Franked mail from a Congressman: You and I pay for it, and it is one of the many benefits of office.

Franked mail from a Congressman: You and I pay for it, and it is one of the many benefits of office.

It took minutes for the boys to find it and retrieve it from the trash.

🙁 Cats!

Little, sharp teeth make retrieving things from the trash a snap!

Little, sharp teeth make retrieving things from the trash a snap!

Of course, once retrieved from the trash, the boys spent the next few minutes playing “king of the mountain” on it — click back to Post 365, to see Andy claiming the mailer yesterday. http://phainopepla95.com/2014/04/05/post-365-a-rippin-good-time/ 🙂

I retossed the mailer several times, but the boys retrieved it from the trash each time. I gave up: this is the most favorite piece of retrieved trash ever!

I take back all those nasty things I said about you, Adrian. My cats think I was out of line: They love your mailer! Mrow!

I take back all those nasty things I said about you, Adrian. My cats think I was out of line: They love your mailer! Mrow!

The evidence of their enthusiasm is there, believe it!

Bite, scratch, chew! What a wonderful plaything is your mailer! Primo stuff!

Bite, scratch, chew! What a wonderful plaything is your mailer! Primo stuff!

Andy’s so impressed, he’s calling off his run for your job. Seriously!

andy for congress poster

Of course, his campaign poster now becomes collectable, a piece of Nebraska political ephemera.

After all you’ve done for my cats, I should mail you one!

Post 365: A rippin’ good time!

I mentioned how a political mailer from my congressman, Adrian Smith, won’t stay in the wastepaper basket because my cats keep salvaging it for “cat reasons”, whatever those might be.

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“Umm..Andy!? Was ist los? ‘Sup, kitty!?” Andy looks mighty suspicious from where I am. What’s he hiding?

"Nothin' much. Mind your own business! I'm not talkin' with you"

“Nothin’ much. Mind your own business! I’m not talkin’ with you”

All the more suspicious, I’ll say. I need to get to the bottom of whatever is going on. The cats obey me, not the other way around. Right? It’s looking like that dang mailer again.

“Scat, cat!” It may be his territory to occupy and defend, but it is an eyesore and trash to me.

Andy pretends to preen and clean...till he can return to the scene.

Andy pretends to preen and clean…till he can return to the scene.

I toss the mailer one more time, and forget about it.

Later, I return to the scene.

"#A&%^#A cat!" Andy (most likely) slipped the mailer out of the trash once again, and has been playing with it. It's a bit more worn out now. Maybe I can finally toss it one day, shredded to pieces.

“#A&%^#A cat!” Andy (most likely) slipped the mailer out of the trash once again, and has been playing with it. It’s a bit more worn out now. Maybe I can finally toss it one day, shredded to pieces.

Andy’s had a rippin’ good time, it seems….

Post 364: Chocolate!

Sometimes the world comes to you.

My next door neighbor stopped by unexpectedly this morning. She mentioned today is to be a happy day, and handled me a 3 Musketeers mini-bar.

chocolate

Who am I to reject such an unexpected gift? (So I didn’t!)

Post 363: Lauren choses the road less travelled.

I have a great-niece, a twin, who was a shy little thing as a child. She’s in her early 20’s now, hard as that is for me to believe!

Lauren made a decision. She is running for a seat on the rancheria council, something she feels she can do that will put her in a position to do good for her community. The council job she wants deals with difficult issues — lack of educational opportunities for the young, the impact of drugs on the community, poverty, to name three big ones.

She posted her political goals on Facebook yesterday, what she wants to focus on to build her community if she wins. It drew mostly positive comments from family and friends, of course, but, this being America in 2014, it drew a fierce negativity from a person who buys into the stereotypes that people like Congressman Paul Ryan perpetuate about those citizens Mitt Romney characterized as the “47% who are takers”.

Unfortunately, the negativity had a racial taint as well.

I reminded Lauren that such people will try to yell louder than you to drown your ideas out. They will say and do anything they can to demoralize and destroy your self-confidence. They will try to make you think you are inferior for being you while showing, through their ignorance, just the opposite is true.

Lauren admitted to this woman, honestly, she didn’t want to engage with her any more. The woman mocked her back. Lauren was being polite, but the woman was putting on her “nasty”, that unjustified claim of victory that comes of shouting down the other person. I told my great-niece the woman felt she won.

Fortunately, another poster, a well-educated man from Lauren’s community (I think) who has the power of knowledge behind his remarks, came to Lauren’s defense, adding in the details she didn’t have or, maybe, was too flustered by the woman’s nastiness to think to mention.

Lauren overcame a stutter, some shyness as a kid, a family tragedy when she was little to grow into a focused, committed person with solid family and community values. She does the things people her age do, of course, but she’s taking on this difficult challenge of giving back to her community through political action. She’s chosen the road less travelled.

Lauren’s victory will be to do the thing others say she can’t do, to stick to her values to do the things that support those values, to live in and for her community.

Post 362: trash diving…

Both of my cats have a bad habit of retrieving things from the trash. Andy in particular lets me know he’s ready for supper by knocking over a wastepaper basket in the dining room. Bad kitty!

Dougy prefers another wastepaper basket, the one across from my computer desk.

I keep tossing a mailer from my US Congressman, Adrian Smith. Dougy keeps retrieving it from the trash. He wrestles on it. He chews it. He claws it. He wiggles in delight at being a cat on it. He sits on Adrians’s face with his poochy-cute buttocks. He defends it against Andy who wants to sit on Adrian’s mailer, too!

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It is a good, sturdy piece of printing on heavy varnished stock. Must have cost you and me a nice chunk of cash from Adrian’s office expenses account to produce and mail with his franking privilege.

I could run it through my cross-cutting paper shredder and be done with it. Or I could leave it out for the boys to fight over, no harm done. Best of all, it gets some use, if not the use Adrian intended.

I confess: As someone with granulomatosis with polyangiitis (GPA or Wegener’s granulomatosis, a form of vasculitis, the disease that recently killed Harold Ramis), I am biased against the Republican position on the Affordable Care Act. Because I have this horrific precondition — thank God, in remission since 2005! — I went five years without adequate insurance, then without any insurance. I came too early to benefit from ACA.

smith mailer

As someone with a precondition, I look at the Republicans and their anal attacks on ACA and ask over and over, “Why don’t they want all Americans to have affordable health care? What are they doing to make the ACA workable? What is their plan? Why haven’t we heard their plan since before the ACA passed? What special interest stuffs bucks in their pockets and why?”

Finally, I ask, “How many people like me with our potentially fatal preconditions and hassles getting affordable health care, if any were available, changed their registration from Republican to Democrat or — in my instance — Independent?”

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May is Vasculitis Awareness Month. I am a weggie, someone who has the form of vasculitis formerly known as Wegener’s granulomatosis. I don’t yank underwear as some people interpret my user name to mean. Frankly, had I been an underwear yanker, I’d have known not to use that user name when I set up this account!

As a weggie, I have a disease that may kill me directly or indirectly in time. As sure as the sun rises, though, I will die because of the disease and its effects on my kidneys and lungs, vascular system, any and every part of my body. I may never have a flare (a return to an active state). Or I may have a flare today. I may live to be a 100. Or I could be dead within a few months. That’s the kind of disease this is.

Congressman Adrian Smith of Nebraska's 3rd District

Congressman Adrian Smith of Nebraska’s 3rd District

As a weggie, I can whine about my fate. Or chose to live as full a life as I can. I’ve chosen the latter. To that end, I revile the Republican opposition to some form of affordable health care.

Selfish I know, to want to live. Read Paul Ryan’s hero Ayn Rand. She saw selfishness as a virtue, but perhaps preferred euthanizing people like me, wasting less money keeping the weak “takers” alive, thus making more money available to the billionaire plutocrats.

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A good source of information on vasculitis: https://www.vasculitisfoundation.org/‎ 🙂

Post 361: April Fools’ Day

My own mother once said, “What your father and I love most about you is your quirky sense of humor!” I thought that was pretty sweet of her to share that, and I mostly agree with the assessment.

Maybe you remember this example of my idea of funny, a “poster” I created from a photo of Andy.

I have no shame: I recycled this image I earlier characterized as a "FAIL"....

I have no shame: I recycled this image I earlier characterized as a “FAIL”….

The irony, what’s funny (to me), is Andy is a gentle soul, but photographs of him often look like he is angry, the curse of his Persian cat mug.

I suppose I need to recycle a Dougy photo now, for the sake of equal representation of the amusing qualities my boys share.

...but not I: "J'accuse, Monsieur Chat! J'accuse!" Dougy's perfidy is called out!

…but not I: “J’accuse, Monsieur Chat! J’accuse!” Dougy’s perfidy is called out!

For some reason, Dougy being accused in French of perfidious behavior strikes me as amusing…erm…”quirky”! Of course, he looks guilty as heck, too, though his reaction is more like “Is that something to eat?”, not remorse when the Finger of Justice bears down on him for stealing his brother’s tub.

By now, you must be wondering what all that had to do with April Fools’ Day. Well, nothing. I’m not a person who enjoys pranks on others. Further, I am humorless when pranked, something you can verify easily enough at your own peril!

What is interesting about today, though, is this:

A curious note about today, April Fools Day 2014...

A curious note about today, April Fools Day 2014…

I don’t think numbers that read the same forward and back are technically “palindromes”, but it is curiously satisfying, nicely symmetrical, unique for the first day of April and won’t occur again till 4-1-2114. I don’t plan on being around!

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