The Daily EO: July 4th, 2012

I’m not a hunter.  It’s just something that I don’t want to do on many fronts.  Nobody in my family ever hunted and nobody in my husband’s family either.  I am not against hunting – in season, for purpose (that doesn’t include trophies) and within guidelines that protect people and the species hunted.   Removing all ethical considerations, I can understand the satisfaction found in the successful challenge of tracking and accurately hitting a bullseye.   So, I sit in the middle of the fence – it is not something I want to do, but I respect responsible hunters’ right to hunt for food  – especially if it is part of their culture – such as in our Inuit and Native communities here in Canada.  I just don’t want to myself.  Just like I don’t really want to know where bacon comes from.

I am a bit squeamish.  I don’t want to see death or blood, or know that my actions caused the death and blood.  You’d think this would carry through to my “family” as well, but frankly when Beavis shows up with yet another chipmunk in his teeth – I am really proud of him.  After all, he started out as an indoor condo cat – who didn’t go outside willingly until he was 8 years old.  And he is tied up on his leash – a long one granted – but restrictive.

Beavis doesn’t even eat the chipmunks – which I am really thankful for because I don’t want to have to clean up the guts (see squeamish above).  I really think he thinks that they are playing together.  (if you can consider sharp teeth sinking into your abdomen “playing”).  The play date eventually becomes less fun.  So then he tosses the poor fellows in the air assumingly for resuscitation purposes.  Bored, eventually Beavis just wanders off in search of new cat chores to perform.  But not before he sits near his kill for a while with an aura of smugness.  I am sure that it is smugness.  It couldn’t be shame.  I should condemn him for it, but I seem to be just proud

July 4th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  Reduction of the chipmunk population in a 20 metre circle in our back yard.  Excuse me now, I have to go bury a chipmunk.

The Daily EO: June 4th, 2012

We have a clothesline that runs across our backyard.  We don’t use it because well, first off the sun doesn’t hit it, and secondly it’s pretty high (I couldn’t hand the clothes without standing on something) and thirdly, I hang to dry anything I want to in our laundry room.  Nobody really wants to see your bloomers while they drive by either.

Our cat is scared of vacuums, brooms, his travel box, people touching his paws and “The Hand”.  The hand is some hand position that Emile used to play with him as a kitten.   He is not afraid of his reflection, strangers or  motor vehicles.  He was kept in an apartment for his formative years, and perhaps that is why he does not recognize cars as a frightening.  In fact, he sees the roadway as a terrific place to loll, roll and warm his body.  Who doesn’t love some nice warm pavement.  So, as much as he likes outside now, we can’t let him out unfettered because he thinks that brooms will hurt him and cars will not.  You can’t argue with a cat.

We have a leash for him – and I am sure his cat friends tease him – and we do use it to let him out to sniff the bushes and do cat chores.  However, he has figured out that clockwise is the opposite of counter-clockwise.  So, often, I’ll find him stuck in one place, timidly taking a step and getting the same resulting pull on his neck.

With our clothesline, Emile designed a neat contraption.  The end of the leash attaches to the line so Beavis can walk back and forth across the backyard increasing his mobility by about 5 times.  And he doesn’t get tangled up around poles anymore.  He strolls back and forth, sniffing this, sniffing that and coming to the door when he is ready let in. I undo the leash and he strolls in the house.   He doesn’t like the leash, but he likes being outside more.  So we compromise – and it’s been working for a couple of years.

When he wants in, he comes to the door and stands there until someone notices, undoes the leash and lets him in (after all, this is where is washroom is).  Today, he wanted out, so he frolicked in the grass for a while and then presented himself at the door.  I undid his leash so he could wander in the house and he made a break for it!

June 4th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  Outsmarted by a cat.