"Free Money" sort of.

There hasn't been much worth writing about over the past month. Let me start off by saying that this month is starting out to be much better than the last , financially anyway. I received my EIC check the other day for $315 and also found out that my stimulus payment for $600 is due to be mailed on June 13. I was afraid that I would have to report it all as income in which case it would affect Debbie's SSI and my County medical subsidy insurance. I later discovered that it is all exempt income and therefore I don't have to report it at all so it is sort of like Free Money. I will finally be able to purchase some much needed shoes as the ones I am wearing now are so worn out that they are ruining my ankles. I will also be able to pay off the Vet bill and hopefully buy a carpet cleaner which is something I have wanted for sometime. Debbie is in need of some new clothes as well. Speaking of medical insurance, I saw a copy of the bill that the hospital sent to my insurance for an ER visit way back in 2006. For a CT scan and a couple of hours in the ER came to a whopping $17,461.89. I just about fainted. No wonder medical insurance is so expensive in this country. The fees that doctors and hospitals charge are out of control. I suppose that is because we live in such a litigious society that Malpractice insurance is way expensive as well. Well thats about it for now. More later

Ferals on the Move

Went to look in on Will, Mike, And Collin this morning and they are gone. Moana must have moved them during the night. I am in hopes that I will relocate them and be able to set a trap for Moana because she really needs to get spayed. I was informed last night by a friend of mine that has lived in the complex a little longer than I that besides the 7 cats that I currently feed that i Know are her offspring and the
3 new ones, she is also the mother of at least 4 more cats that were around the complex at one time. That makes 14 from one breeding female that I know of. If you add in all the litters from other females that the Feral society has scooped up and adopted out over the last three years or so that adds up to one hell of a lot of cats.

I kinda wish I had never started feeding them because now my heart is to deep into it that it has become an obsession with me. I have to make sure that I feed them at just about the same time every day. If I am 30 minutes late they come looking for me at my apt. Well lets just say that they send out scouts. If I am late with the food I can rest assured that "Little Boy" and or "Marshmallow" will be at my patio door to remind me. Its kinda funny because none of the others venture that close to the apt. It almost seems as if those two are the elected delegates sent to get me. In fact just yesterday Debbie and I were sitting on the patio with Salem and Little boy came onto the patio, They seem to get along just fine and even looked as if they were playing. Then out of nowhere Little boy walked right into the apt. Remember this is a totally Feral Cat that has had no human contact except for me at feeding times.(and running from the kids that chase them) Over the past year He has gotten more and more comfortable around me and yesterday he even rubbed up against Debbie but the minute she put out her hand to pet him he backed off. Just a few feet but just out of reach.

Well today is the day that the man that said he will give the abandoned Orange Cat a home is supposed to be back from vacation. I sure hope he keeps his word because this orange cat is so lovable and deserving of a good home and it just breaks my heart to see her living in the black berry bushes any longer. She gets plenty of food and water but she is a people cat and craves love and attention. I spend as much time as I can with her but I can only do so much. Yesterday I sat with her and held her in my arms for about twenty minutes. The moment I picked her up she immediately laid her head on my shoulder and started to purr like a motor boat. Then when I put her down to leave she tried to fallow me home. Broke my heart. I sure hope Bill comes through and takes her.

More Feral Kittens

Some of you may know from reading pass posts that I feed the feral cats in the apt. complex. For the last year I have been busy with a litter of 7 plus their mother.
The Kittens are no longer kittens but have grown into full grown cats. Michelle, a friend of mine that works with the Feral Cat society has been successful in trapping and Spaying/Neutering six of them. They are then released back to the property.

I have given them all names, They are Hoss, Little Joe, Hop-Sing,Little boy, Marshmallow, Tooter and Maggie. The mothers name is Moana. I had been hoping that "Moana" would get trapped and fixed But no such luck., she had another litter About three weeks ago. I was able to sneak a peek at them, there are Three and it is to early to tell what Gender they are so for now their names are Will, Mike and Collin Feral (Get it?) I will post more info as it becomes available. Hopefully We can trap Moana and get her fixed and Put the kittens up for adoption before they become truly Feral. If you get them early enough then you can find them good homes but after a certain point it is nearly impossible to get them to trust humans. It has taken me over a year to get Little boy and Marshmallow to eat at my feet. The others wait till I have left the immediate area. Actually Little Boy let me touch him once briefly.

The Story Of "Clawdia Le Pew"

That's It. I am changing Salem's Name To "Clawdia Le Pew". Statistics say that only 5% of spayed female cats spray, I ended up with one of those 5. When Salem was a kitten she was the sweetest little thing. She liked to lay on Debbie's lap and purr for hours. We never had a problem concerning her claws because she would only use the scratching post. Since the death of her brother however she has done a 180, She now claws everything in sight and has began to spray every where. I have made an appointment with the vet because I have learned that the best way to handle this is with medication. Believe it or not the medicine that Vets prescribe for this is "Prozac" Or "Paxil". From what I have read it can take as long as 2-3 months to see results. So in the mean time I will also be spending a small fortune on pet fresh and Incense.


When Salem was a kitten,
With Fur as black as coal,
Her temperament was pleasant,
She wouldn't hurt a soul.

But now she sleeps away the days,
and Romps and plays all night,
She sprays on all the furniture,
And claws everything in sight.

Her name of Salem no longer fits,
so this is what I'll do.
I'll Change her Name from Salem,
To "Clawdia Le Pew".

(not really changing her name)

Ambien, Ambien, Oh you the keeper of sleep. A deep Blue Corridor to Engrossing Dreams.

I have been asking my self lately what there is to look forward to when the High light of your day is the end of the day. When the first thing you think about when you wake up is how you can hardly wait till it is time to go to sleep again. And how everything in between is either painful, Irritating, annoying and otherwise unpleasant. Even the mere sound of your spouses Voice or the thought of the phone ringing. And ya' Know what? I can't come up with a single thing. I finally decided to write about it just to fill in a little time but I am already beginning to draw a blank. I could go out earlier than usual to feed the Feral Cats and the sweet abandoned Orange Kitty that some ass hole left at the Apt. complex But then what would I do at the regular feeding time. OMFG my life has become a stagnate hole of routine.

A few months ago I obtained a prescription for Ambien CR. I am now finding out that I have become Addicted to them. I have become so obsessed with them that I count how many I have left every night and live in fear of the day that the Script. expires, which by the way just happened and I am afraid that My doc may not renew it. I find no pleasure in anything any more except" SLEEP" Escaping the realities of everyday life. In sleep I am no longer Debbie and Buck's Caregiver. I can be what ever I want to be. I can return to the days when I used to play music with my friends or to my Theater days when I had the Mind and memory and the ambition to audition for parts in plays. When I had the time to have a hobby. Now I am afraid to leave the house for any length of time for fear that Debbie will fall or get her self in some other sort of predicament, she seems to be very good at that. I really can't depend on any one else because we really don't have that many friends. For some reason People don't seem to like Debbie. Well I shouldn't say they don't like her it's just that most people find her difficult so therefore we don't have very many close friends. Actually my Friend Larry is the only One and that's probably because he doesn't live next door any more. and then There is My Friend Keath. We are what you might Call Pen Pals of sort because we have never met, only talk on the net but I feel as If I have known him all my life. I don't know what the reason is for sure why people don't take to her , maybe it's because she is always sick in one way or another and complaining about this or that. Well I can't go into that right now because it just depresses me. And let me add that she has not always been this way, she has just been dealt a bad hand Health wise. Well I guess that's enough because I am beginning to Ramble and complain my self.

For Winston

Dear Winston,
I hope where ever you are that the flowers smell as sweet as the memories That you leave me with. You were sick for a long time and I hope you know that I tried everything that I could to save you. I don't know where good pets go when they go home but when you get their say hello to Huckleberry and Cody and tell them That Daddy and Mommy love them as we do you. Be happy my little Friend.

The Seventh "B" Finally Accounted for.

The other day my sister called and told me some really amazing news about One of my Uncles. My Dad was one of Seven children. He Had Five Brothers and one sister. All their names started with the letter "B". There were the Boys, Bob, Bill, Bert, Bart, Burney and Burley and the sister Beulah, of coarse she went by her middle name Maryellen.

I grew up knowing my uncles Bob, Burney, Bert and I remember meeting my uncle Bart when I was very young But I don't recall much about him. My other uncle Burley lived what one might call a "Hobo" life style. From what I've been told he drank a lot and wasn't all that pleasant to be around and had a bad temper. Oddly enough though I only have good memories of him being as he was the one that gave me my first drink of beer and taught me to drive a car when I was about 8 or 9 years old. He would put me between his legs on the seat and put the car in gear and let me drive it around a large parking lot across the street from where we lived. This was at a time when he was living with us and trying to get sober which apparently didn't work because he left town and from what I've been told was never heard from again until My uncle Burney received An envelope that contained Burley's personnel effects such as his ID wallet and other Items. Because of this the whole family assumed he was dead.

Well here it is nearly 30 years or more later and My sister gets a call from my aunt Maryellen and finds that Burley Just died a little over 1 1/2 years ago. He has been living in the desert area of southern Ca. near a town Called Nyland. All these years he was alive and could have reached out to his family and didn't. Go figure. And the strangest thing is that the town where he was living is only a short car drive from where His sister Maryellen lives. Apparently he was living at an abandoned Military base known as the "Slabs" because all the buildings have been torn down and all that remains are the concrete "Slabs". It is apparently a popular camp site for the homeless.