Last day...

of November, of Hurricane Season, of a great month, and it's sealed its goodness with a beautiful rain. And, another special birthday celebrantiasis. Happy birthday, chickidoodle. I know you enjoyed the raindrops. Hee.

Okay!

These two were inseparable when we first rescued them. Shown here, they've just had a wild workout (chase scene) and are resting up for the next one.

Nowadays, each does her own thing, but neither seems to try to boss the other, even though Rassie is almost twice the size of the Spriglet.

Who would have believed they'd be such a perfect match?

Uh oh.

Can't sneak around here at all. Ever since I posted the pic of Sprig's eyes, her shelter bud Rascal's been hanging around hinting bigtime. "Where's my picture?" or "I do somethin' wrong?" or "Whatd'y'want, money, to put my mug shot up?" No, Rascal. Just didn't get around to it. Here goes:
Now Sprig's gonna see this, and. . well, there goes the blog. I'll have to get them their own computer so they can . . you get it. Otherwise.......... Hafta add one thing we found out about female tabby cats. They're extremely rare. Wow. So now, Rassie, see? You're a special kitty. Known fact, anyway.

Every little being has differences. This particular kitten, one rescued from the shelter, along with a much larger cat, was labeled a "stray". From her behavior, she was no more a stray than the local rock star. Clearly, she'd been someone's pet, dumped on the shelter doorstep. We figured the dumping was because of her deformities (scrawny leetle back legs) which, keep her slowed down not one iota. She's duly into everything, and mega-inquisitive, even more so than her shelter bud. We named her "Sprig" because she's just that -- not a twig, but smaller, as parts go. She follows her own agenda, not interested in any other kind, but has been seen cooperating when the mood strikes her. Unique personality. Well, that's to be expected, for sure!

from florida sanderson, on the election .....

How I hate profiling, (having been profiled by age, among other things)..... I see it as such an easy pothole in which to foil forward progress.

Mr. Obama got my 73-year-old woman's vote. All the same, I will proudly wear my "Hillary for President "apparel, because this statement needs to be made: Men (black men included) were enfranchised well before women were, and yes, now, have succeeded in ceiling-crashing.
But, until gender as a "negative" measurement of qualification is put away once and for all (just as finally race seems to have been packed out) there will be those for whom profiling's "final frontiers" are the eternal holdouts. Such lame excuses, prejudices and "gotta-reject-something" (a.k.a. mindless choicemaking) will leave skidmarks on the underpants of history.

This old dame's proud to have rallied 'round the future, however frightening it may become. At least the vote counted and, right or wrong, I got to contribute my bit.

And that includes my contributions toward Hillary's campaign.

Change? Is it truly possible?

And from the trenches, we,
brushing off particles, layers, crusts
of a head-shaking past, shun nagging experience for
too-thready trust in a might-be future.

Something about hope never disintegrates.
And women cannot let that fact go,
whatever is taken from us.

that last november's

election year
disaster
this woman shaved her head
enraged that once again
mendacity
smirked and laughed out loud
at those of us who smelled the beastiness that bastard reeked.
and later, watched, we did
as our foretellings came to pass.
So now, the sidelines shelter her from
herself (to tell it like it is)
and keep her rantings caged.
That's not to say that fulminating fury's disappeared;
it's just that health demands her moderation, not
extremes, and what involvement calls for nowadays?
Just that -- Extreme.

Rage hurts too much,
expressed or no.

November 1 New Year's Day

She knows about this new year. It falls each fall
on her birthday.
The Rascal plays MonkeyBars under my new bed
and we
laugh.
Best way. No tears this year. We can face it without them.
Hope.

Happy birthday, Rowr.