Herein lay the random ramblings of a small town Canadian girl and her feline PA. We have a crunchy Canadian exterior with a deliciously girly, gooey centre. Things could get weird. You have been warned.
Good Caturday Morning! I'm playing my girl Lizzo on Spotify, as though I need any reason other than she's fab, to earn extra entries in acontest to win tix to her concert. You know how it works. If you click on the link and enter, I'll get bonus entries. Did I mention her show in Toronto will be the night before my birthday? What a pressie that would be!
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Anyone who has witnessed the zoomies knows it's an event filled with potential dangers and our friend Pixi, theCatit Office Cat, is paying a terrible price and required surgery. She tore tendons, including her Achille's, but thankfully is on the mend. Without doubt she will be pampered by the staff.
This reminded me of one of my earliest memories of watching a video on Sesame Street - little girls with kittens moving through a dollhouse. It was filled with cheesy music, the innocence of delightful giggles, and feline destruction. I'll have to try to track it down.
One of the best things to show up in my email every day is The Daily Purr newsletter. It's run by three people, provided at no charge, and relies on sponsors and tips from readers for funding. It's a fun read and I look forward to it every day. That's where I saw following and it went down well with morning coffee.
Cinema Plays 75 Minutes of Cat Videos for Fundraiser
The Sudbury Indie Cinema in Ontario, Canada hosted an amazing cat themed film festival called CatVideoFest2022 in August. The festival featured 75 minutes of funny fan-submitted cat videos meant to give cat lovers a feline-tastic experience. A portion of ticket sales went to a local animal shelter, Small Things Cat.
Small Things Cat displayed photos of some of the cats they had up for adoption at the event, and festival attendees were able to directly donate to the cause. CatVideoFest is actually an international event that helps cat rescues and charities raise funds through local showings of the festival. If you’re interested, click here to see if CatVideoFest is coming to your area this year.
If the link above doesn't work, check here for Cat Video Fest near you.
Everyone who has ever shared their home with a cat knows:
The following was previously published on another site on September 4, 2022.
Poor Sunday. Sunday always gets the least attention of the long weekend days. Saturday is wildly celebrated. Monday is sadly lamented. Does anybody give the middle child, Sunday, it's proper due? No, they do not. Sunday is perfection on a long weekend. We should all rejoice in these glorious days, when no#sundayscariesare to be spoken of, but we all just tra-la-lah along, doing our thing. Stop. Feel it? Take an ahh moment, for Sunday is the Holy Grail, and you are smack dab in the middle. Enjoy!
How is it already the fourth day of September? Elle Magazine has their September horoscope out, and I'm here to tell Elle to both back it up and peek over my shoulder to check if they're spying on me. It's not paranoia if they are watching you.
Alright, so it's dead on. Skeptics say you can read anything into a printed horoscope, but I'm a strong believer in signs. We just have to be open to recognizing and accepting them. This felt like a shoutout from the universe that I'm on the right track. Maybe horoscopes are just the placebo effect. Doesn't matter to me. I'm happily going with it. Let's just make one thing clear. I gots integrity, okay?
What I also gots is a funky problem with my eyes. It started a couple of weeks ago in my right eye and flared like hell last week. Years ago, I had a tumour behind my right eye that caused proptosis. It was kinda traumatic, and NGL, the pain was worse than childbirth or migraines. For months I had decreased vision, a delightful Gorgonesque appearance, a battery of tests, surgery, and finally, regularly scheduled cortisone shots behind my eye. Yeah, he would pull my eyelids back and go in behind the eyeball. You haven't sweated getting a needle until you see it coming in hot, right up close like that. Since then, anyone could give me a jab in the arm. I'm just like, "Go ahead and stick me, I don't GAF. "
Circling back around, it's why I'm hyper vigilant when something feels off in the peepers. These aren't the same symptoms. I thought it was a stie. Then I wondered if it was pink eye. Yesterday, I grudgingly spent $24 on Polysporin antibiotic drops. Don't believe what we tell kids. They burn like Lucifer's spit. Today it's in both eyes and it feels awful. When my daughter got home from work she said I looked wayyy worse. I tried not to feel ugly, but maannn, I am ooogly right now. Currently, I'm waiting to see if Benadryl will help. I'm also a tad foolish because I'm stubbornly refusing to let it interfere with my refound love: contests.
Like any other hobby you may pick up, contesting can be overwhelming when the bug first bites you. Once you start, it's easy to get into the weeds. Don't Go Into The Weeds. Nothing good happens there. When I went through a "phase" years ago, I won quite a few nifty prizes and made some friends. Life threw some things at me, and I had to give it up, but now it's #metime all the time. I answer to none. It is easy to get discouraged. Patience is key, but damn, I'm waiting for that first win like:
There's a very nice community out there for anyone who's interested. There are etiquette rules to follow and it's good to know what flies or will land like a rock. For the most part, contesters are welcoming and celebrate others' wins almost as much as their own. They come from a diverse pool of humanity. Statistically, men enter contests more than women and I've seen empirical evidence of that for what it's worth. So, stereotypes be damned. This is a shoutout of thanks to all those who have been kind, shared, referred for bonuses, and do the hard work running reputable sites. I appreciate you!
As for building the socials - whew! Even someone hidden away in a cave like Moi knows how women are treated on the internet. All I can say is I'm very happy I'm not lookin' for love. Hats off to those who are trying to meet people and date online. I applaud you.
Note: I'm in a battle with Blogger called EMBEDTHEDAMNVIDEO and it's not going well. Don't let that stop you from enjoying two of my favourite things:
The DMs. Lorty, lorty, lorty. For the most part, I do what common sense dictates, chuckle, and carry on my merry way. Yet every now and then, my mischeivous side SCREAMS, "Why ignore it when you can shut him down with a l'il poke???" Also, I'm 100% that (sarcastic) bitch.
That answer deters most quite quickly.
However, Sebastiano è un ragazzo tenace, si?
Oh, my. I think he's using Google Translate. Maybe he wants to make me Principessa of his Tuscan villa? I've relocated for lesser men.
