Isn't it ironic that the very best of humanity is seen through the love and empathy we show to our pets?
I don't just love animals, I'm a little obsessed with them. I have always been compelled to approach them, touch them, ‘talk to them’. I just want to be with them. Constantly. Nothing makes me feel more alive than being amongst animals. Whenever the local fair comes to town my grown up daughters leave me in the petting zoo while they go and look around the stalls or on rides. There is something very special about having an interaction with another being (from a different species to my own). It really makes my heart sing to have just a moment where I feel a connection to an animal through touch or eye contact or just being close to them. It is a thrill to be able to sit with an animal who feels comfortable with you. In that moment I feel as though we are communicating. We are in agreement that we are friends, we are both safe here with each other. It is a real honour to experience this for me. It gives me a feeling of acceptance, acknowledgement, without expectations. I am just being accepted for being me. There is nothing more rewarding to me than earning the trust of an animal.
A Fortress Built For Frogs
An Introduction To My Madness I have always been an animal lover, and I have a weakness for all things unusual. So, with many hobbies centered around animals and our pets, we started a group that provides information and resources for Exotic pets, lovingly named "The Odd Pet Out." Centered around the undeniable fact that so many pets with demanding care requirements and specific needs are sold daily without proper education.
Jurassic Era Survivor
In November 2020, I took my first masked and shielded flight, from Scandinavia to East Africa, I was headed for "the bush," Randlien Wildlife Management Area of Tanzania. This travel was going to be spent in the company of animals in their natural habitat. I imagined "the big” and "the scary.” You know, the usual unusual; trunks, horns and fierce canines. I never could have guessed an itsy bitsy raptorial critter would show up begging for a selfie. As a result of our unexpected encounter, I came to appreciate the intricacy of biological cycles necessary to hold nature in check, even since dinosaur times.
Speaking of Tortoises
When people think of the reptile community, some would assume that its just a bunch of tatted dudes with lizards or snakes.
When Dogs Die Young
Every dog owner both dreads and expects to lose their best friend. It’s the hardest part about living with animals. But we all expect them to have a long, happy life before we even need to think about saying goodbye. That’s why losing a young dog is so difficult to accept. You have no way to prepare yourself for their sudden loss. One day they’re there and the next they’re just gone.
Animal abuse and neglect: why do people do it? I understand that you may be upset and you may be a physical person that wants to take your anger out on another thing, but why abuse an animal? Animal cruelty is a very common issue in this world and us humans are not doing any action to stop this. Animal abuse and neglect is a very serious issue that many people are ignoring. The definition of animal cruelty is “failure to take care of an animal”. There are many animals that get neglected, experimented on, beaten up and many worse things happen to them every single day. Most of the time, they get abused for things they didnt do and the most common reason why the owner might do this is because their owner is mad at something totally unrelated to the animal. The most common things people do in abuse or neglect is shoot or stab them, set them on fire, not give them the proper food or water, or not groom them properly. They do all this to the poor animal and the animal doesn't even know why he/she deserves it. Abuse and neglect is wrong, every living thing deserves to be treated with love and care. If the animal did do something wrong they didn’t mean to hurt anyone, so why abuse or neglect the animal. Some animals even get abused in movies like in The Hobbit.
A cat found in a Forest Preserve
Several years ago, my daughter took a short cut through the forest preserve on way home. It was early in the morning. she saw no one around so you did what we call a California rolling stop at the stop sign. Little did we know there were cameras everywhere!
The Tale of The Brown Snake and The Milking Cow!
“How Now Brown Cow” well not really but this saying could be loosely construed as being a variation on a theme! Or even the expression “tickling the ivories” could be applied but read on and you decide.
My mom’s closet smells like cat piss again....
There was a point in my life where I had 7 cats at once. my mom had bought herself a crazy cat lady sign. No my moms personality didn’t match the stereotype but fuck she ran with that title. One of the cats (ironically named mama) got pregnant by another. She birthed 6 kittens. 7 turns to 13... The cats were all in door / outdoor but when inside they lived in my mom’s closet. To be fair the closet is the size of a child’s bedroom so it wasn’t completely insane that that’s where my mom kept their food, & water, & litter, & toys, & beds, & i don’t know 7 cats along with 6 kittens. They loved it. The closet was full of clothes, high-selves, hiding spots. Cat heaven for sure. Mama kitty even choose a corner of it as her birth spot. Cats are VERY particular so that’s saying a lot. We kept it clean & everything but Despite it being cat heaven my mom‘s closet smelt like cat piss. Every piece of clothes was covered in hair. I’d take baths in my moms bathtub, get out, dry off. Because we kept the towels near by, my wet sticky body would be covered in cat hair. it would itch me so bad I’d be up all night. We sold all but 2 of the kittens and the cats were outside more and more, some of them even disappeared including mama kitty. Things started to settle down... we started to clean that closet as they started to stay outside and the garage became their new shelter. When my mom died and I moved out we once again REALLY cleaned the fuck out of that closet. My grandpa hired carpet cleaners. The bad parts of the carpet were actually completely replaced. When I’d go visit the house me and my mom used to live in the closet no longer smelt like cat piss. Of course I love cats, however the cat closet point in history was the lowest part of my life. Worse than getting raped. Worse than watching my mother get beat. I was miserable. I was sick. This was the same period of time where I was dating My abusive ex and my mother hated me. there was a lot of drugs, gambling addiction, screaming, and abuse. I didn’t go one day without a panic attack ending in me threatening suicide with full intent to follow through. I’m now living back in this house. I’m back in the house where all of this happened. back in the house I shared with my mom. I was experiencing a really high point of happiness but the past week maybe longer the High Point lost it’s genuineness. I now see the inside of the bathroom I used to stand outside the door of and bang screaming for my mom to come out and just talk to me. I walk into the room I used to walk into and smell the smell of burnt blow dryers, associated the smell with drugs & cry cause how could I be sober and happy when my moms in her room doing meth. I walk into the kitchen i used to run into my mom in during the middle of the night. We’d eat popsicles and go back to sleep. But I don’t really like Popsicles anymore and no matter how many times I walk in and out of that fucking hallway when I turn the corner to the kitchen my mom won’t be there. I’m going to the garage to smoke a cigarette. my mom isn’t sitting there offering me her lighter and yelling at me for stealing the smoke out of her pack. The difference is it’s now my room, my kitchen, my garage, my house. I used to hear the sounds of darts hitting the wall while I was trying to sleep or guitar hero in the living room, and if it wasn’t that it was Iration being blasted in the backyard. Most nights since I’ve been here I’ve gone to bed in silence. nobody knows how to play darts. nobody knows how to play guitar hero. We don’t even own a will. And fuck Im the only one that listens to a iration. Every drawer I open I find something I forgot it existed that’s somehow has a fucking memory whether it’s a literal zip tie or A lighter with her name carved into it. I’m not going to my moms room to bug her and say goodnight anymore. I’m going to bed. I’m not driving with her anymore I’m driving telling stories about her. She no longer tells me to turn the gas off because the utility bill. I turn the gas off because the utility bill. The bowls in the cabinet aren’t the special bowls that she’s had for years anymore, they’re my bowls. At least I know she likes my new house... at least I know she’s like my new room. Everything in it is hers. the house is hers, the room is hers, the bed is hers, the furniture is hers, the bowls are hers, the trash is hers, the junk is hers, the tools are hers, the carpet is hers, the TV, the Keurig, the fridge, the magnets on the fucking fridge, the ashtrays in the backyard, the cigarette butts I find in cracks specifically camel crush with pink lipstick, the dartboard, the darts, the scoreboard for the darts, the crystals above the TV, the guitars, the keyboard, the crystals in the kitchen, the crystals in her room, the stars on the ceiling, the ugly pirate sign above the bar I always hated in the backyard, the random giant P in the laundry room that once represented Paula (her name), the fucking paintings in every room, the journals I find everywhere, the broken lighters, The locks with missing keys, The books, The hot tub I never got to go with her in, The bed that I sleep on and call my own. Everything. At least I know if she likes her house. Her room. Did I mention my whole closet full of her clothes? However there’s no more cats in the closet. Out of the 13 there’s only 2 of her cats left. And the one that I brought. When I first moved in that was the only thing different about my mothers home. However my kitten pipin the one that I brought... loves that fucking closet already. I was getting dressed today... I was already triggered. I felt the way I used to feel that type of sadness, that type of stress, that type of anger, I don’t even know what the fuck the emotion is I just felt it. I was looking through the closet for a dress. no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t find it. I sat on the floor I started to panic and my mom‘s closet smelled like cat piss again.
The Love You Give is Returned Ten Fold
As a child, she looked for the kids that needed friends. She sat by the girl who ate alone at the lunch table. She brought friends home for dinner. So, I should not have been surprised when Kari, our daughter, started fostering cats for the Idaho Humane Society.
A Dog Sitter's Story
It was 6:30 PM on a typical workday. Sitting at my cubicle, I admired the various notes and printed photos pinned on the fabric-lined walls. As I was finishing up the last of my tasks for the day and getting ready to head home, I received a text.
Pigeons: much maligned heroes.
You know, I do love pigeons. What a statement for a piece of writing, I hear you say! But, seriously, over lock-down, I have had more opportunity to really look at these birds, and honestly, I would urge you do do the same.