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Playful's Electronic Namesake

November 10th 2012 11:54 pm
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While Playful was living, she was aware that my younger human named the first cat in her electronic kennel after her. Mobile Playful (as I referred to her in my letters) can run, harvest sunbeams, do gardening (home-grown catnip), jump, sing and whack mice on the head. The real Playful can do that and more now that she's over her troubles. I just hope she won't forget her friends now that she's joined some of her family at the Rainbow Bridge. Maybe someday she can meet Mobile Playful and they can play together as they get better acquainted. Even though somebody else will speak for everybody now as a practical matter, it still hurts to see her go. Mobile Playful will be getting extra attention for awhile.


Going Silent

November 20th 2012 11:22 am
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Pumpkin is still alive, but she's lost her voice, so to speak. It happened within a couple days of her person going to the hospital. If she'd gone to the doctor like we'd tried to get her to do, she might still be alive today. But she was always afraid of ending up in a nursing home like her mother and cousin (plus she had no insurance), so she was afraid to go. Her mother died in a nursing home almost a couple years ago at ninety, but she only made it to sixty. But at least now the building where she lived won't be able to force her to do "community service" just because she moved in under the minimum age (people are considered near-elderly when they're between 55 and 61, according to the federal housing rules). And she won't be in a nursing home, so she got what she wanted in a way. So I guess my younger human and I will be pretty much alone at the quizzes we played with her and Pumpkin. So only my older human can be informed of our progress now.


A Question Answered

December 1st 2012 6:05 pm
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We usually participate in one Christmas card exchange, but this year we're in two. Given the tumultuous attempt to save Dogster and Catster over the summer - plus the folding of The C & D Monthly Press - I was wondering whether some cards I might send would be welcome by certain names on at least one address list. Believe it or not, I got one card today that answers a question for me, despite my article being a failure after being written somewhere else than where I'd planned. We won't be able to mail any cards until Monday now, but I feel more confident about one of them at least.


Cleaned Out

March 1st 2013 12:45 pm
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I don't know what we're going to do. The cleaning people we had for a couple years have cleaned my older human's bank account out so that he only has his Social Security again. They charged 140 a week when that amount was only supposed to be for occasional extra work (maybe once a month). Even the 95 dollars a week they charged at the beginning was almost too much. But my younger human was under pressure from a manager who was subjecting her to excessive inspections to try and get her out. My older human felt obligated because he helped save the cleaner's unborn baby from the dangerous next door neighbor who wanted to hurt her for being a Ukranian immigrant. She justified herself on the premise that all Americans are rich. Then when we found we were just about out of money, only then did she offer to lower the price. She doesn't understand that my older human earned his money years before she was ever born. He was forced to take stock by the company so they wouldn't have to pay their workers a proper monthly pension. He only got it once a couple years ago and was under pressure from the same manager harassing my younger human because it was his retirement money. What was good money in his time is barely minimum wage now. Just this last month he had to let a bill go to pay my yearly vet checkup. And now he's just out of the hospital from a hernia operation and we don't know how he'll be able to get out to get the rent. On top of that, we got inspection notices for next week (I wish they'd just leave us alone). It makes our indulgences tame by comparison. How fortunate that my older human was able to pay off the burial spaces reserved while his folks were living while he had it because the rest of his family won't do it for him and my younger human. I wish we could get some of the money back that the cleaners took.


Tight Times

March 23rd 2013 2:40 am
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Things have really gotten tight for us in the last several weeks. We're struggling to catch up bills and we're having to take out advances from the bank which will put us short for money some more. Have you ever noticed how much more interest banks take for themselves than they give to the people? When my older human had money, he was recommended to inquire about certificates of deposit. At the time they only gave eight cents interest back. Such being the case, it's better just to buy something and get eight cents change you can actually see and feel in your hand (or paw, in my case). And lately we've had to eat food donated to our church's food bank because we can't get our own groceries over the month. And wouldn't you know my older human is developing a craving for pizza right when we have no money for a delivery? Worse yet, somebody's trying to force my younger human to get a rolling walker and battery-powered wheelchair when the walker a friend gave her is still in good condition and so is her solid-seat wheelchair. And nobody seems to be available to change light bulbs for us. Why can't people just give us help we actually ask for and leave the rest alone?


I'm Mad!

April 18th 2013 10:02 am
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This morning my people had some organic banana-nut cereal from one of the church food boxes we've been eating from and they promised me some of the leftover milk. It turns out they have enough left for a box of pudding but not enough for me. I should have gotten it right when I asked for it instead of having to wait for nothing.


An Unexpected Payoff

October 14th 2013 12:00 am
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My younger human has used a walker since 2010 when she was between wheelchairs and needed a way to get around her room until she could get another wheelchair to go out in and do things inside where she needed her hands free, such as cooking and doing dishes. She has mostly used it several times a day in her room for going from the bed to the bathroom and back, or from her wheelchair to the bathroom and back, or from the bed to the wheelchair and back. My older human has lost weight by walking since he doesn't drive, though he uses the bus and train for destinations outside walking distance. He's been insisting that it's done my younger human good to use the walker in her room as a way to at least keep active. The care facility she goes to says it has made her stronger, since she used the walker to go to the bathroom and back instead of using the bedpan like she did part of the first time she stayed there. The biggest surprise is that she's down to 261 (according to the hospital bed scale), though at one point she was 289.1 owing to the distress caused by gaining fifteen pounds in six months due to a manager with no sense of people (I was distressed too by not being able to scratch boxes for seven months). So it seems that using the walker has given an unexpected payoff, despite only being used indoors. Now if the payoff could translate into a monetary type, we could get out of the bank and go to the credit union. My people can hardly wait for that. Would my younger human be worth her weight in gold then?


A Birthday Away From Home

November 15th 2013 9:42 pm
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November 15th is my older human's mother's birthday. She would have been 101 if she'd lived, but she only made it to 83 and a half. This is the first year my younger human has been away from home for a birthday. My older human's mother has been missing birthdays since 1996, but my people like to remember her anyway. My younger human almost missed my older human's birthday the year he turned 78, but she made it home just on the afternoon of the very day. I hope she never has to be away from home for her own birthday one of these days.


I've Not Jumped Ship Yet, But...

January 21st 2014 11:15 am
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It's looking doubtful for the last-ditch effort to save Dogster and Catster. I was there during the failed 2012 rescue campaign, though Minister Misty meant well. It looks like the article which I'd originally proposed for The C & D Monthly Press was a failure too. But one thing provides is friendships across party lines which the article proposed. And in any case it will provide an alternative to those who aren't inclined to join Facebook. I hope enough of my dog and cat friends get the word and sign up there. I hope never sells out to a corporate entity like Dogster and Catster did. Either the original owners were lured by money or they just got tired of us and wanted out. If they felt the need to sell, why didn't they ask around to those who could have kept the place up the way people liked without them? Somebody who signed the petition was right - they'll have to answer to God for it at the end. They'll have to tell the truth then.


Bitu Goes Out

February 10th 2014 10:40 am
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Bitu wrote busily on the computer as usual, her paws tapping the computer keys. She let out an occasional hiss under her breath as she caught herself making spelling errors and having to correct them as she went along. Jason Hopper came up behind her and said, "Hey, Bitu! What are you doing?" "Writing one of my last Catster Diary entries," Bitu replied as she continued typing away. "I'm going out soon." This alarmed Jason Hopper, as he knew what that sometimes meant. "You're not going to the Rainbow Bridge, are you?" He tried to keep calm as he thought of other friends who said similar things before making that final journey. "No, no!" Bitu tried to reassure him. "I'm not the one 'going out' that way. But Dogster and Catster are. Have you forgotten that we've all been given eviction notices?" "Don't remind me!" Jason Hopper replied mournfully as a wave of sadness came over him at the thought of losing all the friends he'd made through his dad's computer. "It makes me want to cry!" he added as he tried hard not to burst into tears. As Bitu continued tapping away on the computer, other cat friends of hers came in and joined Jason Hopper in watching her compose her diary entry. Even some dogs came in whom Bitu had only recently been able to become official friends with through other pages. When the entry was perfected to her satisfaction, Bitu punched the Save button, then saved it with the rest of the entries she'd made. As she got up and turned to leave, Jason Hopper clutched her desperately and cried, "No, Bitu, don't go! You 're one of my best friends in the whole world!" Then he let out a long "Waaaaaiiiiilllll!" as he could no longer restrain himself. Bitu turned and gave Jason Hopper a hug. "Don't worry, Jason," she tried to reassure him. "You know where to look for me." Then Bitu noticed the dogs and cats who'd followed Jason Hopper in, lining up on both sides all the way to the door. She embraced a number of them and shook paws with others. Then another cat grasped her desperately to get her attention. It was Pumpkin, whose person had died and left her silent. Pumpkin was accompanied by other dogs and cats who had also gone silent through losing their people. Bitu gazed at Pumpkin a bit, then said, "I miss beating you at the quizzes." Pumpkin nodded silently in agreement. Then Smiley Cassanova came up to Bitu and cried desperately, "You can't give up without a fight!" Bitu turned to Smiley Cassanova and replied, "They think they've won the battle, but we will win the war, even if it doesn't happen here." Then as she turned toward the door again, she heard a determined chant. "WE...ARE...THE 99 PERCENT! WE...ARE...THE 99 PERCENT!" Everybody soon saw dozens of angel dogs and cats materialize, led by Playful who held up a clenched paw in protest. Bitu's adopted sister Minnie was by Playful's side, determined to the last to prove her existence to her detractors. Bitu made her way to the door as everybody watched. Then just after she got outside, she turned back again, flipped onto her back and stretched out one of her back legs as far as it would go, defiantly displaying her back foot claws. As the dogs and cats caught onto Bitu's meaning, they shouted encouragingly, "You go, girl!" "Yeah!" "Show them what we think of what they're doing to us!" Then she got up on her feet again and raised a clenched paw in salute to
Playful and Minnie. Then the angel pets flew out to give Bitu love and protection along the way, still chanting, "WE...ARE...THE 99 PERCENT! WE...ARE...THE 99 PERCENT!" The living cats and dogs joined in the chant as they raised their clenched paws in protest and followed Bitu out. "WE...ARE...THE 99 PERCENT! WE...ARE...THE 99 PERCENT!" Even the silent pets raised their clenched paws in protest as they melted into the crowd and followed Bitu out.

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