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Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Really Blogger? A Way Around the New Code Words

Have you seen the new code words on some blogs? In an attempt to add security, blogger has added code words that are harder to read.


Blogger isn't the first, other blogs have hard to read code words, some even harder to read than blogger.

These are the worst:

Unless it's a blog I really want to comment on, I usually hit the back button when I come across the codes, mainly because it's just a hassle. Now with these new words, it's not only a hassle but hard on my eyes. Unless your blog is extremely popular or political, you probably don't have to worry too much about spam or rude comments. I don't have moderation or codes on my comments. I check my email frequently, and all comments come through my email so I can quickly see if there are any comments that need to be deleted, and truthfully, I think I've only deleted two in the entire time I've blogged.

But I did discover something today that may help you with these codes. They don't have to be typed exactly right. I've noticed that before on Craig's List, and tried it out on this new blogger code word box today. As long as I got close to the word they have, and had capitals in the right spaces, my comments were posted. I even added an extra letter here and there and it still went through.

Hope that makes it easier for you too.


Thursday, February 16, 2012

Hubby Had Surgery Today

An accident thirty-five years ago left Hubby with a creased retina and no cornea in one eye. Without the ability to focus and track objects, the muscles in that eye became lax and his eye drifted a bit. So the surgery today was to realign that eye. After the surgery, the doctor told me that Hubby might need some aspirin or ibprofen. Might??? It's a good thing Hubby had the prescription filled yesterday for hydrocodone. He has been in fairly serious pain today.

He is supposed to be able to go back to work tomorrow, but we'll see.

The nurses at the surgery center enjoyed having him there this morning though. Evidently they see a lot of grumpy people and were happy to have a patient with a sense of humor. The nurse who called me back to recovery said he was so funny; she loved his dry humor, and he loved to have someone "get it". They were quite a pair.

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Monday, February 6, 2012

Cat Versus Rug

GrandmaK reminded me that I haven't talked about the cat lately, so I thought I'd tell the latest stories. But first you have to know that Hubby always refers to the cat as my cat, even though he spends as much time or more with the cat than I. When the cat got himself into a tight spot one day, Hubby called him a big dummy, and the cat ran to him, so now Hubby calls him that all the time, and the cat comes to him, even without food. So add that to the list of names this cat has, Cat, Kitty, Tom, Buddy Boy, and now Dummy, or Big Dummy. Like I've always said, it doesn't matter what you call him, the cat doesn't care as long as there is something in it for him.
This cat is so domesticated now that you would never believe he was once a scrawny, fearful cat who was usually covered with wounds from fights with other cats and probably escaping the many traps that were set for him in our neighborhood. As you may know, the cat now has a bed and a window perch in the garage where he spends most of his time dozing in the sun.

When we first took him in, he didn't like confining spaces and wouldn't go in the garage at all. But as it got colder (and last winter was really cold), he threw caution to the wind and decided to venture into the garage and found he really liked the bed I made for him, a Rubbermaid tub with a pillow in it - his own little man-cave. As the winter wore on, he even came into the house, where he was restricted to the kitchen. But for some reason, he wouldn't go into the office, a small room at the back of the garage. That changed sometime this fall when we took the sheetrock off the wall between garage and office and his curiosity got the better of him. After we moved the wall and put the sheetrock back up, he came into the office and would stay in there as long as the door to the garage remained open, but he was quick to run out into the garage if something startled him.

Now Hubby claims that this is my cat, but if he is in the office with the door closed between the garage, the cat will paw the door until Hubby opens it, and then Hubby will leave the door open even though it lets a cold breeze through. Not his cat, yeah, right.

And then the cat discovered how to play.

Other than batting at a string or a toy mouse for a few seconds, we have never seen the cat play with anything. I guess staying alive out in the wild leaves no time for play. After I bought the little squeaky mouse, he pounced on it a couple of times, and then decided it wasn't worth any more of his attention. But after he got over his fear of the office, he noticed a little rug inside the door. The rug has a rubber backing, but over time it hardened to the point that it might as well be teflon. At first the cat avoided the rug because it sometimes slips underfoot. But one day he took a long run at it, dug his claws in, and wrestled it around until he had rolled himself up in it. Then he calmly walked out from under the jumbled rug and went to his bed.

So Hubby straightened the rug and put it in front of the door again. The cat sat in the doorway pondering the situation and then made another run at the rug. When he had it sufficiently wadded up, he again calmly walked away from it and over to Hubby's chair and then meowed as if to say he had done Hubby a big favor by getting the danger away from the door. His reward was a Dorito, which he sniffed and then rejected disdainfully. Not the reward for conquering heroes he had in mind.

There's another rug on the garage side of the door, but it is bigger and it's rubber keeps it from sliding. It's no fun at all.

After that, it has become a daily ritual for Hubby to straighten the rug so the cat can roll himself up in it, push it around, or crawl under it. The other day Hubby said the cat began running from the far side of the garage, grabbed the rug and skidded across the floor with his back feet flailing wildly as he tried to stop before hitting the refrigerator. Thud!

Since he has started playing with the rug, we've also seen him playing with the squeaky mouse by himself, and bits of wood scraps. I've tried to catch it on video, but when the cat sees me, he usually quits. This is the best I've been able to get. (Warning, the radio was on when I recorded this.)
The cat loves to have his ears and jaws scratched, and will often revert back to his wild ways and try to scratch the hand that stops scratching him. I am always on guard for that and give him a stern warning when he tries that. He had gotten a lot better about trying to scratch until the last few weeks, and I think I know why now. Where I pet the cat, Hubby harasses the cat. He scratches his back (which the cat loves), but then lingers on one spot that drives the cat nuts. He used to do the same thing with our dogs, finding that one spot that made the dog thump her leg on the ground. The cat's leg doesn't twitch, instead, his eyes cross and he makes a funny "thwitt" noise with his tongue. It is funny, but since I'm trying to encourage him to be gentle, I don't do it. However, Brownie has followed her father's lead and thinks the cat likes it. I am holding the camera while she tickles his spot. He's ok with it, until the end....
when he tried to take a swipe at the camera - and me!

Even though it obviously annoys the cat, sometimes I pick him up and carry him around. I know he doesn't like it because he pushes a leg against me to get as far away as possible and refuses to look at me. But I discovered one day that he likes to be bounced like when holding a baby, and he started purring. He will sometimes even turn his face to mine and touch nose to nose. When I sit on the floor, he likes to sit in my lap, but I haven't been sitting on the floor since it got cold. He's never liked sitting in my lap while in a chair, but the other day he walked into the office, went over to Hubby, and put both paws on Hubby's knee and meowed. He acted like he wanted to jump into Hubby's lap and since he can't seem to understand not to use claws when jumping onto anything, Hubby picked him up instead. The cat couldn't find a "lap" and finally stretched out on one of Hubby's leg's with his tail in Hubby's face and his head hanging off of Hubby's knee. Not the best arrangement for Hubby, but the cat seemed happy with the arrangement.

Hubby's usual morning routine is to go out to the office to make his coffee. We've been locking the cat in the garage at night and Hubby lets him out in the morning to do his roaming. He usually doesn't go far, and when it's cold, he might not even go out at all. Then, when Hubby leaves for work, he opens one of the garage doors just enough for the cat to get in and out, but not enough for roaming dogs to get in. Sometimes Hubby doesn't open it enough and the cat can't get out. Or, like the other morning when he opened it just enough for the cat to get stuck.

When I opened the blinds in the kitchen, I saw the cat on his perch, and he saw me.  I saw him stand up, stretch, and jump down so I knew he would be coming to the back door. I thought the garage door looked a little low, but the cat stuck his head under it, and wiggled his front two feet and shoulders under it, and then stopped. He tried to wriggle forward and then tried to wriggle backward. Then he just stopped and yowled. Even though I had a controller in the house, I couldn't punch the button or it would close on him even more. While I was trying to decide whether I should try to go out and push or pull him (I still bear the mark of the beast from elbow to wrist from the last time he was startled), he managed to wiggle on through the opening. He ran over to the kitchen door, and when I let him in, he followed me around meowing insistently. I'm pretty sure he was griping about the garage door opening.

Now we have another cat visiting. Hubby and I were in the house watching tv and we heard a sound that could only be described as a dying water buffalo, if I knew what a dying water buffalo sounded like. We muted the tv and listened, and sure enough, the sound was coming from the driveway beside that room. We rushed out, certain that something horrible had happened to the cat, only to find him sitting by the car warbling like that and another cat sitting in the driveway. Our cat was NOT happy and the other cat would NOT leave.  I tried to shoo it off, and it just sat there watching me.  Finally, I got a broom and it ran off.  We don't know if it is a male or female cat, but it wants to be here with the cat.  Hubby heard the wailing again a few days later when he was in the office.  The cat was on his perch, and the other cat was outside looking at him.  Hubby had to get aggressive to get the other cat to leave.  It doesn't have the characteristics of a feral cat, or at least not like our cat had when he was feral.  I think it would like to stay here too, but our cat has made it clear that he does not want to be part of a two cat family.

I was going to end this by saying that the cat doesn't bother anything in the garage when he is shut up in there. That was, until I was out today and saw these marks on my car door.

Bad Puddy Cat.


So there you have it.  The cat rules.

Marti

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