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May 1st, 2007

The Flavor Says 'Buddha'

Last night, inspired by some of pholph and pocket_entropy's techniques, laurie_robey tried hand-feeding Buddha some turkey cold-cuts.

Wow, what a difference! 0.o

Although he's still skittish and still runs for the corner, he will let you approach without going ballistic, and he even let Laurie pet him. In fact, he even seemed to enjoy it a bit, as after we finished the first batch, he came to the garage door and begged for more. Apparently:

   a) He really likes turkey, and

   b) He really likes anybody who gives him turkey!

He hasn't exactly turned into Mr. Affectionate Lapcat by any stretch of the imagination, but he is very vocal now, and this morning instead of just hiding in the corner when Laurie took his breakfast in, he stood there doing The Conflicted Dance, with part of him ready to do his old routine of running for the hills, but another part of him wanting to run and get his yummy turkey.

He even purred and kneaded his paws a little last night -- that's the first time we've seen him do that.

Hooray for breakthroughs! :) Let's hope the progress continues apace.

-The Gneech

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Happy Birthday, pholph!

For your present, here's today's Forgotten English!

blash
To soak, to drench. A heavy fall of rain. Deluging; sweeping away by inundation. Applied to meat or drink that is thin, weak, flatulent, or viewed as debilitating to the stomach. To blash one's stomach, to drink too copiously of any weak and diluting liquor.
--John Jamieson's Etymological Scottish Dictionary, 1808


Dipping Day
On May-morning, the children go out into the country and fetch home the flowering branches of the white-thorn, or boughts of the narrow-leaved elm, which has just put forth its leaves, both of which are called "May." At a later hour, all the boys of the village sally forth with bucket, can, syringe, or other instrument, and avail themselves of a license which the season confers, to dip or well-night drown, without regard to person or circumstance, the passenger who has not the protection of "May" in his hat or button-hole. The sprig of the hawthorn or elm is probably held to be proof that the bearer has not failed to rise early to do the observance to a morn of May.
--Rev. T. F. Thiselton-Dyer's British Popular Customs, 1876

"Persecute! Kill the nonbeliever!" Hey, any excuse to ostracize is a good one, right? ¬.¬

While I'm thinking of it, to all readers of this journal, I ask, as one who has only your best interests at heart: if your meat or drink is flatulent, don't partake of it. Just say no.

-The Gneech

Unfortunate Lawyer Names

Y'know, I thought the law firm of "Weiner, Weiner, and Weiner" was bad. But they've got stiff competition now (so to speak), in the form of "Harness, Dickey, and Pierce."

WTF law firms.

-The Gneech, no I am not making these up

Reaching Out to Enlightenment

I finally got to feed and skritch Buddha. :) He's practically like a regular cat now -- just a slightly jittery one. I am very optimistic that he will be able to live happily in a good home. :)

Plus, in his own way, he's a sweet little guy. If only my allergies would allow, we'd be happy to keep him.

-The Gneech

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Emergency Cat Bonding

Well, I hadn't planned to try picking Buddha up any time soon -- I figured just him letting us pet and hand-feed him was major progress. However, laurie_robey spotted an enormous bloated TICK hidden down in his fur, and we decided that this demanded prompt attention.

We weren't sure how Buddha would react to being picked up, so in case he got scrappy about it I put on my thick trenchcoat and some work gloves. Turned out they were unnecessary -- he really is a very submissive little guy. If he can't escape (which is his first attempted course of action) he just hunkers down and hopes for the best -- with the occasional squirm just in case he can catch you off-guard.

Anyway, I got him in the old gentle-but-unbreakable kung-fu grip, and Laurie went to work on the tick with the tweezers. Once that was done and some hydrogen peroxide had been applied to the wound, we flushed the little bastard (the tick, not the cat) down the toilet, and I gave Buddha a very thorough scritching around the ears and neck while Laurie got him his dinner.

He is now a contented little fluffball (the cat, not the tick), and when he was put down didn't go streaking for the corner but instead hung around wanting more attention. The turkey seems to have insta-socialized him, which is bizarre but not unwelcome. I think the tick was probably bugging him, too (it was about ready to pop, as they say), and that it was a relief for him to have it removed. Thus he is learning to associate us with good things.

I am learning to associate him with sneezing and itchy eyes, alas.

We have no idea how long that tick was on him or how it got there. It could be that it was there all along and both the vet and Alley Cat Allies missed it -- that's what we suspect -- but it's also possible that it got on him in the garage. If so, that's a much more disturbing prospect, due to its implications.

Anyway, we're not going to find out tonight. But hey, at least Buddha is de-ticked (as far as we can see) and we got to pick him up and generally give him some TLC.

-The Gneech

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