Carol H Tucker Passionate about knowledge management and organizational development, expert in loan servicing, virtual world denizen and community facilitator, and a DISNEY fan
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beladona Memorial Be warned:in this very rich environment where you can immerse yourself so completely, your emotions will become engaged -- and not everyone is cognizant of that. Among the many excellent features of SL, there is no auto-return on hearts, so be wary of where your's wanders...
Argyle day [if you have watched Sesame Street, you know that this is one of Bert's very favorite holidays]
Bubble Bath day
Earth's Rotation day
National JoyGerm day
National Man Watchers' day
War on Poverty day
World Typing day
National English Toffee day
Midwife's day
Show and Tell Day at Work
In 307 on this day, Jin Huidi, Chinese Emperor of the Jin dynasty, is poisoned and succeeded by his son Jin Huaidi. And in 1835? The United States national debt is zero for the only time [and for the record? Andrew Jackson was a Democrat]
I never wanted a cat.
Well, let me amend that statement slightly. When I was growing up, I wanted a pet like everyone else. Since my family wasn’t rich enough to keep a horse, I thought a dog or cat would be great – but turns out I am allergic to them and that was the end of that. When my kids were growing up? No pets, other than parakeets, hermit crabs and Siamese fighting fish. Because … allergies.
My daughter ended up with two rescue cats, Siamese, who were sisters. Supposedly Siamese cats would not trigger allergies, and neither of them did. When one became ill, she got Kula to keep the survivor company. Kula was supposed to be Siamese, but we pretty quickly figured out that he wasn’t a pure-bred because he shed all over the place and we were both allergic to him. He was big, unruly, and not good company for another cat – things were relatively peaceful when she had a house, but when she moved into an apartment, he attacked Gem’s little lady very viciously. Kula, it would seem, was destined to be an “only” cat. His front paws had been declawed by his previous owner, then he ended up on the street for a nightmare period in his life before being rescued. With humans he is warm, affectionate, running to greet you when you came in, jumping on your lap when you sat down, giving kitty kisses, head butts, and nose bumps with abandon all the while purring loudly. When Gem decided she had to get rid of him, I couldn’t stand the idea of him being put in a shelter [and possibly put to sleep] and so eight years ago, I ended up with my first cat. It hasn’t been unmitigated joy – lots of allergy meds for one thing. He has bitten me, thrown up all over the carpeting, had a couple medical issues that cost me a bundle, pooped on the floor to leave me a message, woken me up in the wee hours yowling.
But having his furry little body pressed up against me purring, the fact that he likes to be in the same room where I am, having a living soul greet me and CARE that I am home, has brightened my days beyond all measure. As he has aged I have worried about keeping him comfortable, safe, warm and happy because it is my responsibility and need to ensure he has quality of life.
I never wanted a cat -- but I need Kula as much as he needs me.
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