I wish we lived close enough to Kimberly to adopt one of her pre-sweetened kittens!
Category: Critters
Protect Your Dogs and Boycott Four Paws Products Ltd.
First, if you dog has a Pimple Ball With Bell (what an icky name!), take it back wherever you bought it and ask them to refund your money for the dangerous thing, and take the rest off the shelves.
After reading about the injuries at least four dogs have experienced due to the absolute refusal of Four Paws Products Ltd. to modify or recall their product after being informed of these problems. One dog had to be euthanized.
The company and its insurer (I wish I knew their name) have been irresponsible, at the very least.
Please talk to pet stores in your area about removing the “pimple ball with bell” from their shelves. Warn other dog owners about the problem. Consider talking to your vet, so he or she can do the same.
Consider writing to Four Paws, as well. E‑mail isn’t nearly as effective as a mailed or faxed letter, or even a (polite!) phone call.
I didn’t find the name of any executives on their web site, but will add that after I try calling tomorrow. Here’s the mail and phone information:
50 Wireless Blvd.
Hauppauge, NY 11788
Phone: (631) 434‑1100
Fax: (631) 434‑1183
Their parent company is Central Garden & Pet Company. The president of the “Pet Group” is James V. Heim
President of Pet Group
1340 Treat Boulevard, Suite 600
Walnut Creek, Callifornia 94597
Phone: (925) 948‑4000
I haven’t found a fax number. Yet.
An Engineer’s Guide to Cats
Thanks to
I Falled Into Lolcats Agin
more cat pictures
Sunday Night
Yes, I’m boring. I hate trying to think of titles for posts.
The girl is off visiting, having left yesterday afternoon. Her cat is frantic. He is very much attached to HER, not US. So whenever she leaves the house, he goes nuts, gets terribly anxious, and is certain that she’ll never, ever come back. He spends most of his time sitting in the front windows or sniffing under the front door, trying to detect her return.
Shelley never freaked like that, but then Katie visited Atlanta once a week pretty much every week from the time she was a few weeks old ’til they moved here with me. She knew the girl would always come back. And Shelley was with me for a year before Katie was born, and attached to both of us. Kioshi is just a one-person cat. I should make that a one-girl cat, as he isn’t big on males at all.
I read the first of Laura Anne Gilman’s Retriever novels, Staying Dead. Fun stuff, and I think many of you would enjoy it. Then I went on to Twilight by Stephanie Meyer. Katie was so excited about it that I had to see what the big deal was. She finished that huge sucker in a day or so. I took a little longer, but then I wasn’t the one checking the library’s hold queue several times a day.
I can see why the series is such a huge hit with some teenage girls, but I don’t think it will carry nearly as much popularity with any other age group or males, period. There’s too much “oh, I’m bad for you” angsting from the vampire (male romantic lead). Seriously–he beats David Boreanz’s Angel all to pieces on the brooding, and that takes some doing.
The main character, Bella, is annoying to me because she’s pretty damned useless. She honestly can’t be trusted to walk down a hallway with no obstacles without hurting herself. She’s not creative or particularly intelligent, shows no particular talents of any sort–a beige person, in my mind. What’s there to like?
I took a break and read Curse The Dark (second of the Retriever series) before starting New Moon, but I did start it. And damn, it’s even more emotionally dramatic.
I’m not sure I’ll read the other two books whenever we get hold of them (I’m not sure the fourth is even out yet). I know that Katie will, though. The series isn’t written badly, but I’m way out of the target audience.
Silly
‘s fault. Really 😉
Monday and R.I.P. George Carlin
I guess everybody has heard, by now, that we lost George Carlin last night. I’ve seen many articles about him today, but I think Susie Bright did the best job of catching his spirit.
Today was a very Monday-ish Monday. I’m grumpy and nothing feels right. The girl is off spending time with my family, and I miss her. Kyoshi is utterly inconsolable–he’s actually making little “meeping” noises frequently. For a cat who is absolutely silent most of the time, that’s serious. He’s really a one-human cat. That may be part of the reason that I’m having terrible kitten cravings. Of course, I want kittens most of the time, but it’s even more so lately. And I miss Karli, too.
School is over for a few weeks. According to the school’s records, I only have two more semesters to go. I may need to take a break anyway, as I barely finished this semester’s classes.
On a happier note, Sam made hamburgers after he got home. It’s been a while since he cooked those, and they’re much better than fast food burgers. He’s working on Heart of the Hunter and should have a new chapter posted sometime this week.
Poetry: Jane Kenyon
The Blue Bowl
by Jane Kenyon
Like primitives we buried the cat
with his bowl. Bare-handed
we scraped sand and gravel
back into the hole.
They fell with a hiss
and thud on his side,
on his long red fur, the white feathers
between his toes, and his
long, not to say aquiline, nose.
We stood and brushed each other off.
There are sorrows keener than these.
Silent the rest of the day, we worked,
ate, stared, and slept. It stormed
all night; now it clears, and a robin
burbles from a dripping bush
like the neighbor who means well
but always says the wrong thing.
Extreme Introvert Attack In Progress
Seriously. I didn’t even want to make a post, because it counts as interacting with the world. But hey, that’s the price of Blog365, right?
I remembered those “Writer’s Block” prompts on LJ, and decided to try that as a starter. Who comes up with these things? One of them was about what you’d want to do with your favorite “superstar” if you were alone with him or her. What, are we all 12?
Katie and I had more running around to do today, but it didn’t happen. I should have planned to have a flare, since we did. We had another appointment scheduled tomorrow, but it’s been postponed. Yay.
I definitely need to find something more uplifting to read than Laura Lippman. There’s a fair amount of casual fat-bashing going on in her books. Very lookist, all around.
Still Thinging; Date Night
I am, in fact, still keeping up with Thing-a-Day! I need to go post over there, though. I do wish I could automatically cross-post, but if wishes were fishes and all that.
I stitched tonight while Sam and I gamed. I also wrote for a while, earlier. Sam and I have recently begun participating in a forum that does a great job of encouraging introspection, and being a safe place in which to express oneself. It’s a powerful thing, and I’m in awe of the people who created and run it.
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