Cat tales, cat tails. I have cat news to tell.
A few months ago I wrote of the two kittens I “accidentally” adopted. Marney, the “Cat”sanova, and Dottie, the calico. Together, they’ve had three litters of kittens. The first litter met a tragic end, at the claws of their father. The second was better guarded. The third, arrived after we “re-homed” Marney, the chicken/kitten eater, twenty miles away, and he and Dottie celebrated his homecoming reunion three months later.
Dottie has now been taken off the kitten-making market, thanks to Dr. Kerry Wink, and three of four babies have their forever homes.
The fourth kitten, Robert, was not “re-homed” before we realized something was wrong.
Someone close by decided to do a little pest control, and Dottie had a run in with rat poison. Luckily, Dr. Wink treated her, and she seems to be doing fine. As a thank you, I named one of my chickens after our favorite vet.
“Kerry Clucky” is roaming the yard with her head held in pride! (“Her” because we aren’t allowed roosters in town, and she doesn’t know she has a man’s name.)
The human Kerry, Dr. Wink, is not quite as impressed with his namesake. But we are so thankful for him!
Around that same time, Robert began to have trouble walking. His back legs would go opposite of where he was headed. Or his head would shake a little. We feared it was also a repercussion of the rat poison, passed from Dottie.
Doc to the rescue, yet again! (Wink family vacation this year provided by the Odom’s.)
As it turns out, Robert has Wobbly Cat Syndrome. Something in his brain did not fully develop, and he has major balance issues. Otherwise he is healthy as a horse.
He can’t jump, but he runs, though quite oddly. He plays all the time, and he still adores his momma.
Likewise, Dottie absolutely loves Robert. He is over three months old, but is still her baby. She cleans and plays, and protects him as if he were a newborn.
Last week, my grandbabies came to visit, and they love Robert. The first chance she got, Dottie had Rob by the neck and was pulling him around to hide him away from the kids. Pulled, because the “healthy as a horse” kitten is as fat as one, too.
Dottie knows there is something wrong with Robert. She didn’t lose her mothering instinct, just because she’s an animal. She loves him and we couldn’t dare separate the two.
Y’all, but seriously…Heaven knows I don’t need another animal. But Heaven also knows these two need to be together.
We had a Golden Retriever, once, that lost one baby out of a litter of 13. She buried that baby, and literally cried tears.
Our Phoebe-dog gives her best friend, Walter a good ear cleaning every night.
Anyone that says “they are just animals” are completely nuts. All God’s creatures are capable of feeling and giving love.
The thing that separates them from humans? Their love is unconditional. Maybe we should take a few lessons.
Some urban malls are converting retail spaces to office spaces. LinkedIn
said so. They¹ve got the connections to know.
I¹m not surprised. Internet-based businesses are retail¹s new face. Malls
If I worked in a real office, I¹d like for it to be in a repurposed mall a
nice mall with a mix of office spaces and retail stores plus restaurants.
I¹d shop during lunch. Dillard¹s shoes would erode my net worth over time
like in a month.
I¹d join all the mall walkers after work and get my exercise. Or maybe not.
Let¹s push the envelope:
As long as malls are being repurposed, why not convert them to living
Somebody beat me to it. An online article on the subject begins Š
³Malls need to find new uses for their spaces. Affordable, accessible
housing is in great Š.²
No doubt the next word is ³demand.² But I¹m not reading the article until
I¹ve expressed my own thoughts while they¹re still untainted.
For starters, it¹s not such a new idea to live in a non-traditional setting.
Consider the late Eudora Welty¹s ³Why I Live at the P. O., ² a somewhat
believable piece of fiction. Before Welty wrote the story, she actually saw
a woman ironing in the back of a post office. Glimpsed her from the window
of a train back when she was a WPA photographer.
Me, when I worked at the post office, I might have taken a nap on a pile of
mailbags, but I never thought about living there. Or ironing there.
But live in a mall? Why not? All the smaller stores could be cottages, each
with a picket fence and mailbox. Residents could have refrigerators and
microwaves, but, for safety¹s sake, major cooking could be done in a common
area. Everybody could bake bread on Saturday in a big pizza oven. The rest
of the week, it really could be for pizza. Aging hippies might buy into
living at the mall if they didn¹t get to live in a commune back when they
OK. Let¹s see what the real mall dwelling planners are saying.
BACK TO GOOGLE.
They¹re saying a lot. My remark about ³aging hippies² jibes with the idea
that Baby Boomers are potential mall dwellers. The other target population
group is aging Millenials. Millennial are aging? I feel old.
There¹s much ado about ³town centers² — mixed-use areas resembling
downtowns. What¹s more, Walmart is testing the trend. Here¹s a sentence from
a November 2018 Forbes article:
³The newly reimagined Walmart will make over their sprawling parking lots
into Town Center malls.²
Will there be living spaces? Why not? Come to think of it, I read a novel
years ago about a girl who surreptitiously lived at an ordinary Walmart
(shades of Welty), had her baby there and named her Americus.
Meanwhile, back when Walmart was poised to kill downtown retail, wouldn¹t it
have been better just to have handed over the doomed town centers?
By Voda Beth Gradine
I was talking last week about us not having a cell phone when we were growing up, like all the kids have now-a-days. We all have cell phones in our hands at all times these days. If you get a call from someone you don’t realize the number, you simply don’t answer it because it will probably be a call wanting you to update your credit card or pay off your student loan. I don’t want a new credit card and since it’s been almost 50 years since I’ve been in school, I don’t have a student loan. If the call is someone you know, their name or picture will show on the screen. This is completely different from when we were kids.
First of all, no one had a phone in their hands because the only phone was in your house or the store down the street, country phones were usually located at the country store or the gin office. Phones were connected to the wall or set on a table by the wall, either in the kitchen or in the hall. You would pick up the phone to make a call, and a lady would say “Number Please”. You would give them the number you wanted to call and they would connect you. One day when I was about 3 years old my mother was in bed when I woke up. That had never happened before. She asked me to go to the phone to call my dad to tell him she was sick. I went to the phone and Fritz Greenfield asked my number. I told her my mother was sick and in bed. She said she would take care of calling someone. In thirty minutes my daddy, my grandmother, my aunt and Dr. Surman were all at the house.
Some of the ladies that worked at the telephone company were: Velta King, Faye Mathis, Faye Buck (who was the chief operator), El Freda Carpenter, Virginia Babb, Eddie Aten, Jessie Mae King, Edna Mae Blodgett and Ann Mathis Sims.
- W. Post built the first telephone exchange in 1912 after the Bell Company agreed to only magnetic phone service. This is the type you had to crank the handle on the phone. Mr. Post constructed a common battery. There were less than one hundred phone lines when it was put into operation.
By 1930 there were 282 telephones and in 1960 when the dial system went into effect there were 1,570 telephones in Post. At 10:15 p.m. November 30, 1960 the phone system “cut over” to the dial system. Mayor and Mrs. Powell Shytles made the first call to their daughter Barbara at SMU in Dallas.
The best part of dialing the phone was no one knew who was calling, caller ID had not come into play yet. You can imagine the “prank calls” the dial phone allowed. If you were lucky enough to have a phone in your room, you could call people and your parents wouldn’t know who you were calling. You could call people and ask if their refrigerator was running. If they said yes, you would say “You better go catch it” then hang up.
There are good and bad things about today’s “smart” phones. We are all so used to having a phone with us at all times. If I get in the car to go to the grocery store without my phone, I turn around to get it. And there is always a picture that needs to be taken and shared on social media, sometimes that’s the only way I can keep up with my kids and grandkids. The Google App can answer any question you might have.
With all this being said, today’s phones are much better than what we had in the past, but its fun to think back on what we used to enjoy.
“American Holidays: Memorial Day” by Connor Dayton
“The Wall” by Eve Bunting
“The Poppy Lady: Moina Belle Michael and Her Tribute to Veterans” by Barbara Elizabeth Walsh
These three easy books are available at the library to help adults explain to children the purpose of Memorial Day.
Celebrations, parades and donning the red poppies symbolize remembrance for the sacrifices and courage of our American soldiers. Many of the Allied Nations also share in Memorial Day celebrations, especially the wearing of the red poppies in remembrance.
Any donation given to the American Legion Auxiliary for a red poppy will benefit our veterans and their families.
Memorial Day is recognized this year Monday, May 27th.
“In Flanders Fields” is a war poem in the form of a rondeau, written during the First World War by Canadian physician and Lt. Col. John McCrae. He was inspired to write it on May 3, 1915, after presiding over the funeral of friend and fellow soldier Alexis Helmer, who died during the Second Battle of Ypres.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
– Lt. Col. John McCrae
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