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Weekend Open Thread
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It’s another Caturday, so curl up, relax, and talk about whatever you wanna.
20231226_220707, by mattbuck4950, licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
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Guess I’m the early riser today. Feel like kitty, stretch and yawn! Kinda boring weekend ahead which can be nice once in a while. Lego club meeting today after breakfast and a stop at the library. Been building the Lego version of the kitty Marie from Aristocats. It’s a quick build and I should be able to finish before the meeting. I’m hoping that Lego decides to release sets of her brothers and possibly her mother and Thomas O’Malley, the alley cat so we can have the whole family. Tomorrow will be groceries and meal prep. And Monday I have a free day! Work is closed for MLK day, and hubby is leaving on a work trip. I think I’ll go thrift storing and see what bargains I can find. Happy weekend everyone!
Thanks, anonymous kitty, for demonstrating the kind of position I probably assume when I’m asleep. There can be no other explanation for the aches, pains, and cricked necks I suffer when I wake up. Obviously it can’t be age-related because I’m a mere stripling of almost 66…
Speaking of ageing (or not ageing), a couple of weeks ago I re-read the 1904 play version of “Peter Pan” for the first time in decades. I’d forgotten just how bizarre and disturbing both it and the 1908 novelization are – there are comments in the stage directions that throw a revealing new light on the text, in particular that the Lost Boys in Neverland are weirdly reminiscent of the stranded schoolboys in “The Lord of the Flies”. It was so fascinating I’ve started work on a dark re-imagining of the play with Peter as a demonic child-stealing villain and Captain Hook as the hero.
Yes, I DO have a lot of free time.
I may be in the minority here, but I’ve never liked Peter Pan in any of its iterations. Yes, I read the novel years ago, as well as knowing the Disney film. Talk about male wish fulfillment!
Alice, your Dark Peter Pan idea sounds terrific. Anything to get the taste of the original out of my mouth.
I’m with you, Debg!
…and the good news about Fred has made me so happy 🙂
I’d be curious to read your dark take on Peter Pan.
Assuming that I can produce something I’m reasonably happy with I’ll self-publish it.
Enjoy your long weekend!
Good Morning All,
Jacques and I will head to the vet shortly – just a check up to see if the new medication regime is correct. I also need to ask if I should be feeding more. He always acts like he is starving. There is always kibble in the bowl. I had the vet check his teeth last time and Vet said they were in good shape. So it’s not that. The other night I made a savory rice that tastes similar to Rice-a-Roni, turned my back for one second and guess who was madly snarfing it all down? I let him. Anyhoo – I think I’ll drive, even though it’s only four blocks away. It’s cold out and it will probably be better for Jacques to be warm. Also – it’s so HOT at the vet, and I wouldn’t have to bundle up for the walk so I won’t be sweating profusely once there. We can also go to Aldi and pick up everything I forgot yesterday.
The rest of the weekend will be a scramble to finish lesson planning, Stitch & Bitch tomorrow, and Vigil on Monday.
Good luck with Monsieur Jacques. May you skip the epic battle of the carrier!
Mutz sends sympathetic and empathetic purrs to Jacques. He was at the vet yesterday also to have his teeth and general wellness checked. He’s 18 and showing his age: not eating much, sleeping most of the day, and not even spending the night outside. He got a clean bill of health, but he did have an ingrown toenail removed.
The humans in the house also have been having a time of it. I just got diagnosed with a relapse of hyperthyroidism after 8 years of remission. Not very happy about that, but it does explain why my heart has been racing and I was able to lose 10 pounds easily. My hypochondriac bf has all sorts of aches and pains. But it does look like we’re all on the mend…
I am protesting and holding vigil with you all in spirit.
Sorry about all these health issues, N. Fritz.
Thanks DebG and N. Fritz. All went well. At his age, he’s too stiff to fight the “carrier” which is now a comfy back pack. He has lost another pound though 😢. I was also told he can eat whatever he wants, whenever he wants. There’s always kibble out, and when we got home he got a small bowl of Campbell’s Chicken Noodle soup. I think the jury is out. He has more refined taste, but my pocket book can’t quite keep up with that. Urine and blood tests where taken, meds filled and now we wait to get results.
Glad to hear Mutz has a clean bill of health!
That does not look like a particularly relaxing position, but then again I’m not a cat…
My dad texted me yesterday and said he has a present for me and I should go get it today. Now I’m paranoid. (He has twice used “I have something for you” as a pretext to get me to come over so he could tell me some bad news, so…. Though when I sent back a ❓emoji he said “you’ll like it” and I don’t think he’d be that mean.) Other than that, it’s gloomy and supposed to rain later.
PSA: Watch your snack containers. (But, eyebrow dots!)
I don’t think your dad is that mean. Hope it’s a good present.
Earlier he said “Of course, if the weather is bad, the gift can wait. It’s not going anywhere.” and I sent back ⁉️ and he sent back 🤓. I said “You better not be luring me over to tell me something bad…🤨” and he said “Not! All good.”
Also, they said it was going to rain and they lied. It is snowing.
Also,
Top 10 Doggie Grandparents
Well, that’s my first crying jag of the day. So lovely.
I usually don’t like AI stuff but I made an exception for this one because well … cat + Alfred Hitchcock.
You beat me to it!
Great minds think alike 😉
Fred Weasleycat has obviously seen Psssssycho. It looks like last weekend at our place.
I love a lightly toasted marshmallow first thing in the morning!
My Caturday is off to such a great start, that if I were a vampire with a soul, cursed by gypsies to lose it if I ever had a moment of pure happiness, I’d have lost said soul this morning. Fred has forgiven me for his horrible week. George and Scorpius have gotten over their highly unsettling week. Our cuddle puddle this morning was epic. Even Lavender came into the room and *almost* jumped onto the bed with us. (She too had a highly unsettling week but recovered faster than the boys.)
I’m just waiting for me to recover from the stress of the last week. After I talked to the vet on Thursday afternoon, it became apparent that my whole body had been tensed up for probably days. I can still feel the effects all over.
Hope you all have a great weekend, and if you’ve got Monday off, make the most of it. Hugs to you all.
You certainly deserve the cuddle puddle DebG! What an epic week from you. Very glad you’ve been forgiven.
Happy weekend to all.
Lightly toasted kitty, you look delicious.
Today is a grumpy day here. I’ve been so busy with projects and stuff that doing the housework got left behind in 2025. I’m aggressively indifferent to housekeeping generally, but I realized this morning that I need to get off my butt and function.
Yesterday I was out for a walk, and I unexpectedly encountered two squirrels loudly continuing their species. I actually stopped and said “Excuse me!” They both paused and looked at me. I said “don’t you think there are more than enough of you?” A second more of stillness, and then they went back to minding their own business. A roar of laughter welled up behind me, and I turned and discovered that there were three men on the roof of the building there, and they had seen and heard what happened!
Looks like spring is coming early this year. Trees are starting to bud, and bulbs are pushing their way into the sunshine.
I must off and make a to do list for today. Maybe I can spend enough time making the list that I won’t have the time to actually do any of it!
Have a good weekend, everyone.
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I second that remark.
It seems we’ve stolen the Canadian winter. It is still unusually cold here in Eastern Europe.
I wishwishwishwishwish someone had caught that on video. Luckily my vivid imagination is almost as good. Thanks for the laugh, Duckie!
Imagining that being narrated by David Attenborough!
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I just came across this on facebook. The picture accompanying it is clearly AI (either that or the poodle in the background needs an exorcism). But I so very much want the story to be true. 🦝 😂
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“I’m a dog groomer. Client brings in the same “dog” every month. It’s clearly a raccoon. Nobody will acknowledge this.
First appointment, January. Woman scheduled a “Pomeranian mix” grooming.
Brought in a raccoon. Actual raccoon. In a dog carrier.
I stared. “Ma’am, that’s”
“His name is Biscuit. Just a trim please. He gets matted.”
My manager was standing right there. Nodded. “Standard Pomeranian package?”
“Yes please.”
I groomed a raccoon. It was surprisingly cooperative. Probably used to it.
Charged her $65. She tipped $20.
Biscuit returns monthly. Same routine. Nobody mentions the obvious.
Other groomers wash him. Trim his nails. Brush his teeth. We have before/after photos displayed. “Biscuit – Pomeranian Mix.”
He’s visibly a raccoon. Black mask. Ringed tail. Hands instead of paws. Eats from the trash can in our break room.
New employee started last week. Saw Biscuit’s appointment.
“Why is there a raccoon on the schedule?”
Everyone went quiet.
Manager said, “That’s Biscuit. He’s a Pomeranian mix.”
“But he’s literally”
“A valued client. Who pays on time. Do we have a problem?”
New girl didn’t argue.
Yesterday, health inspector came. Routine check. Saw Biscuit getting a blowout.
“Is that a raccoon?”
Owner didn’t look up. “Pomeranian mix.”
Inspector wrote something. Left.
We passed inspection.
I’ve been here four years. Groomed Biscuit 48 times. He’s objectively a raccoon.
But on paper? Pomeranian mix.
And everyone just….. accepts this.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m insane. If we’re all collectively hallucinating.
But then Biscuit shows up. Climbs onto the grooming table using his weird little hands. Chatters at me.
And I wash him. Style his fur. Send him home looking fabulous.
Because apparently this is my life now.
Professional raccoon groomer.
Pretending it’s a dog.
For $65 plus tip.
Every month.
Forever.”
Let this story reach more hearts….
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