"What?!?"
"What’s wrong?"
"Was it a fly or something?"
"Oh, hey, that’s not fair. You just want to play?"
"But you changed your cry. It wasn’t the standard, “Come play with me Mommy !” cry. It was different."
"No fair changing your cry. And yeah it’s a rule. You cannot change your play cry without notice. Look it up!"
"Oh yeah, you say it isn’t fair because it’s an unwritten rule, but I got news for you, buddy."
"You can’t read either."
[… finally noticing the open door …] "Sigh" … [whisper] "…no fair making me sound like a crazy ole woman either."
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Submitted by katrina on Tue, 10/12/2010 - 1:57pm.
Devi as Bast
Well, for a hot minute I thought I had my first transgendered cat, but alas no ... Devi is now officially a boy.
What with the vet and all the techs scratching their collective heads, no one was sure what Devi was gender-wise. I chuckled to myself thinking of all those gender bending aspects of the Hindi gods.
But finally the vet lifted s/he up and declared, "Uh, no ... that there is a penis!" It was very funny and troubling all at once. It seems most of Devi's equipment is still tucked up in his abdomen and .. on top of it all ... is very very small.
I will pause for the irony to affect those closest to me .... and send them to the bathroom ... better now? Okay, now back to our story.
Devi, however, was no shirker in giving the vet a run for his money .. ur, I mean MY money. Between the Calico Diety and the aforementioned drag queen, Devi Bast, not one but two techs had to be called in to give them their meds.
I feel a lot less incompetent now. If it was hard for them, I am none to shabby having to deal with them on my own.
I forget sometimes how this illness can make a person feel feeble.
So shots all around, a good ear cleaning for the s/he devil and off we go to get mama a donut.
I decided I deserved something for all the tussling I endure just getting them both into the car.
Then an uneventful drive home. This is good considering the black helicopters hovering overhead with sirens blaring all over Maryland's campus as I drove past on the way to the vet.
A quiet sip of tea, a favorite incense and some quiet music ... ahh!
blessings to you all,
K
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Submitted by katrina on Wed, 02/06/2008 - 4:16pm.
So, no new photos .. yet.
But today when I returned home, all three had climbed out of the box and were playing on the floor of the bathroom. They are each so much stronger than when I found them. I could hear them playing together -- and their squeals of complaint when one was too rough.
They are in time out at the moment, the clear box with a lid -- and yeah there are air holes ... geez!
They need to be coaxed into taking a nap after a meal, and a smaller space does just the trick.
Later after Eridanus and Tigre arrive, I will move them into a larger open air cage so Princess Calico can get use to their smell. Hopefully she will stop hissing ... (and barking!)... every time she gets close to them.
Ah, hope springs eternal ...
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Submitted by katrina on Wed, 12/12/2007 - 4:38pm.
By popular demand ... here are some pics of the .....
Daemon-Fafa: Adorable Kittehs of Hell!
DaemonFafa Awaken!
DaemonFafa Attack!
DaemonFafa ... well now they are just being way too cute!
Calico Dreaming ... when I wake up it will have been all a dream ... when I wake up ...
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Submitted by katrina on Tue, 12/11/2007 - 10:02pm.
Wish I could be there. Very well spoken.
Katrina,
I wish you all the blessings and power you need on your journey. Thank you for these words. It is good to remember that returning to work (and thus returning to grace) bring a chance for us all to rest and have joy.
Wishing you joy in the Work.
David
Dear Katrina- Thorn reposted your blog and happy am I. Your passion, always so immense, comes blowing out in these words. So akin to my own heart and soul that it makes me have a bittersweet smile.
The Storm is only now coming to the edges of our universe and yet it will sweep and consume all that is. In the end, our beautiful universe will be so much...more? Different? Complete? Who knows?
All I do know is my soul came here to witness and be part in this period. I cannot shrink from the work. I am here with you, fae sister!
Thought-provoking piece, Katrina. Thanks.
I don't know what to call myself either. In Pagandom, I've taken to referring to myself as a Witch at Large. In the interfaith world where I'm active, I call myself a Pagan. Sometimes I call myself an uppity woman or a Second Wave Feminist. I've never really thought to publicly identify myself by my sexuality, het woman, which is very "white bread" and old-fashioned. Not only het, but serially monogamous for the most part. It seems almost a liability these days to say you're het, but I am proudly and happily so. I tend towards intellectualism but only have a BA, which doesn't carry much weight, at least in public and professional worlds, no matter how much you've studied, trained, and can articulate, even teach.
My biological heritage is Irish, Dutch, French Huguenot, Euro-mongrel. My social heritage is Roman Catholic on one side and conservative Methodist, temperance-crusading, women's rights and education on the other, with distinct East Coast sensibilities, now mellowed by more than half a century living on the Left Coast. My maternal political heritage is conservative Republican (altho what my relatives might think of current trends in the GOP I cannot imagine, since they did have brains and they did think and they did have a social conscience), yet I am much farther left in my outlook than any elected official I know. My paternal political heritage is blue collar Democratic, except that my dad broke with his family on politics and allied with my mother's family's conservatism.
I'm a former hippie, a home-birth advocate, a home death and green burial advocate, an opponent of capital punishment and resorting to warfare to resolve humankind's differences. I support the right to conscious self-deliverance. I rejoice in any and all consensual expressions of love and eros. I'm a lover and a mom.
I have never missed voting in an election and I disrespect those who don't avail themselves of this hard-won right. (I have ancestors who fought the Brits in the American Revolution.) I support workers' rights. I recognize our interdependence on this planet, so could be called a greenie. I'm a committed environmentalist in my day-to-day life (in terms of eating locally grown food, expanding public transit, recycling, preserving open space and wildlife, opposing exploitation of natural resources [strip mining, oil-drilling, nuclear facilities, agribusiness, monocultures, clear-cutting timber, overuse of pesticides, genetic modification, etc.]) I want to make the city streets "safe for dancing," as my old friend Tony Serra said when he ran for mayor of SF on the Platypus Party ticket.
Well, you got me going there, my friend. Thought-provoking read, as I said. ;-)
xo,
Macha
Lovely azaleas!
[cough][gag][snort][sneeze]
Just lovely...
I know what you mean.
I feel you. There is too much bs- particularly when people decide that their temperament is tantamount to truthful and ignore everyone else.
I get irked by immature extroverts or closet introverts who ignore you REPEATEDLY and then pretend you're out of line for being upset by the time they can't pretend you didn't say anything anymore. I find that the same people will ignore you if you blow up right away, too, and that it's because they just don't think that honoring what you value is important to maintaining a relationship, or even worse: that you don't know what you value at all and that it's all a mind game for their pleasure or annoyance. Then they call you passive-aggressive, aggressive, moody, touchy and temperamental. I call them "not listening".