Feline Hunting -The Competition Between Two Cats

** Author Note ** I wrote this post early this month. I’ve been holding it because I didn’t feel comfortable using any of the public domain images I could find on this topic. Feline hunting? Unless you’re a cat person, don’t Google that one. If your cat hasn’t brought you a trophy, you haven’t seen those images and you don’t want to.

I decided to just use images representing the two cats involved in this story and leave it at that. My Freyja Kitty and Loki Boy are characters in and of themselves. I think these images are all I need. 🙂


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My Freyja Kitty went hunting tonight, and decided to bring her prey inside before killing it…. again.

The chef’s specialty tonight? A very young squirrel — yae! Not even a juvenile. This would be a squirrel equivalent to Veal, so we call it “Squeal”…

…which is exactly what it did when Freyja came in the dog door with it tonight.

It had already been injured and I couldn’t save it. And I didn’t know how to quickly put it out of its misery. So, I picked it up by the tail, picked up the cat, and put them both outside together.

The hunt continued as I shut the door and turned away……

Freyja Kitty

After boring of her play, our great hunter decided to bring her prey up near the back door. Knowing she can’t bring it inside, this would be her safe space to eat her prize. Now that she’s done, she’s laying outside with her kill, crowing loudly with her mews, telling all cats who can hear, “Look at my kill! It was the purrrrrrrffect hunt.”

And this kill is mine. I did this. And you can’t have it.” And she contentedly curls up near it.

Inside, I have a male cat that doesn’t get to go outside. He knows the dog door has something to do with getting in and out. He just doesn’t understand how that works. This pleases me. But tonight, he sits at the dog door, and looks out the window. He sees Freyja with her kill. He hears her song through the dog door and he is consumed with one thought. One thought only. He must take Freyja’s kill.

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I deserved it! I am the GREAT LOKI!!!

It should have been mine!

It would have been mine if they would ever let me go outside!

I must take her kill!!!!!!

Hmm… I wonder if Freyja sings her song for all cats, or to torment Loki, alone?

 

A New Year, A New Beginning

Today is the first day of 2018. Wow. We made it through another year.

We always seem to say things like, “To hell with [the previous year], it was so bad! On to the next one! Let’s just get this done already. This new year will be so much better.”

I don’t say that anymore, because inevitably, the next year is even worse. I feel as though I presented the Universe with a challenge, and the Universe replied by saying, “Oh, really? Watch this.”

2017 truly sucked for a lot of people I know. It wasn’t the best year for me, either. We’re all glad to see it done. But as for me? I’m just happy I got through it. I survived every piece of crap 2017 had to offer, and every painful moment, and I’m stronger for it. We may be a little shaken, but we got through. Hey, that says something.

Fuck you, 2017. You thought you could take me down? HA! I’m tough. I’m a kid from East Dallas.

Happy New Year, everyone.

— Peace.

 

 

Fighting Irish

I confess… I have a guilty pleasure.

MMA. I can’t help it. I like to watch the fights. :: shrugs ::

Tonight, McGregor, my Fighting Irish boy, is going up against Diaz, in a rematch. I want my boy to win. He’s a sweet Irish boy and I know his mother loves him.

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So y’all keep a good thought for Conor McGregor tonight, while he kicks ass on Nate Diaz. 😉

The Long Climb

Sometimes, we find it difficult to write. Whether it is on our blogs, Facebook, or other means of social media. Some call it “writers block”, but sometimes, it’s just everyday events that just get in the way. Emotional garbage just blocks up the creative flow.

Sometimes, the garbage is so packed in there that it blocks more than creativity… it blocks our need to express ourselves, in general.

Good things happen and we want to say something, but we don’t know how to get past the emotional blockage.

Crappy things happen, and we want to say something, but the words just won’t come.

Horrible events occur, and we try to open our mouths, but we know if we break through that dam of emotional garbage, a river is going to flow and it’s going to be out of control. No one will understand where this raging flood came from.

So it’s just easier to keep things in, keep quiet, and maybe even disappear for a while.

Until you end up here.

pit

The journey out isn’t easy. It’s a long climb. When you realize you’ve isolated yourself, sometimes those voices in your head tell you it’s too late to reach out. It’s a tough battle, fighting those voices, especially when your worst fear is rejection.

It’s a hard climb. Your hands are as raw as your emotions, and the journey up is exhausting. Sometimes you slip, just as you think you’re making so much progress and you think you’re going to get out.

You’ll have moments when you want to let go of that wall and fall all the way back to the bottom, just because you’re having a bad day on your journey and you’re losing hope.

But you keep going. You rest, you breathe, and you start again. It’s a long fucking climb, and that pit is deep. But eventually …. someday….

The pit is always there, but I know where it is now. If I fall in, I know where the good rocks are in the wall. I know how to get out.

Suddenly, parents need Special Parking??

I’ll preface this post with a grow-the-fuck-up to all those parents out there who won’t agree with me on this.

How many of you have seen these signs in the grocery store parking lots, shopping mall parking garages, and other areas where it is difficult to find parking?

Families With Children Parking Sign

You might find something similar. You know, Reserved for Expectant Mothers, or Reserved for Parents with Infants. You get the idea.

What special snowflake came up with this batshit crazy idea? I mean, seriously. If you can’t handle getting from your car to the store with your kid(s), maybe you shouldn’t be a parent. Need special parking close to the front door because you’re pregnant??? OMFG, PLEASE!!! That’s when you need to be walking and exercising, bitch! Put your phone down, get off of Flakebook, and walk for a little bit. Do something good for that baby growing inside of you. Try to be a good mother now, because you have a hell of a lot of work in front of you after that baby gets here.

Let’s face it, people. Having children is not a disability. Stop trying to treat it like one and asking for special parking, ok?

‘Cause, tell ya’ what. As long as I see these signs at the grocery store and the spots are available, I’m gonna’ park there.

I did it today. I went to the local HEB just to buy beer.

Hooray Beer

I come out with my six-pack to my empty car and get the stink eye from a mother with her bratty child who’s whining and screaming already (and he isn’t even in the store yet). I stopped and looked at her with the raised eyebrow.

She walked away.

No Penalty Here

Mr. Magick Man is watching Denver beat the Patriots this evening. In fact, the game just ended and it looks like Denver is going to the SuperBowl. But that isn’t why I’m writing tonight.

Earlier in the 4th quarter, the ref called an “unnecessary roughness” penalty. My first thought, after seeing the instant reply, was, “These guys don’t watch hockey AT ALL.”

But then, me and my short attention span started wondering… one of the guys on the Patriots team has these long dreads. They go past his shoulders…

Me: If another player dragged that player down by the hair, would that be  “unnecessary roughness”?

Mr. Magick Man: {Looks at me as though I watch too much hockey.}

Me: I’m serious. Look at the guy’s hair. You could totally do that.

Mr. Magick Man: They don’t have a rule against it. There wouldn’t be a penalty.

Me: You have to be kidding me. Surely, it would at least be a “holding” call.

Mr. Magick Man: Look it up. No penalty.

This is why they make The Google. And this is why the Google Fu is strong with me.

I still can’t believe what I found.

It is perfectly legal to fight like a girl* on the football field. You can pull someone down to the ground by the hair and no one cares.

*: If you are offended by the term “fight like a girl”, then you clearly haven’t been in one of these fights, nor have you seen one. I advise you to get a cat, make sure she’s well established in her territory, and then introduce another cat. Now try to break up the fight. That’s quite similar but on a much smaller scale and probably safer. Or better yet, try to pill a cat.

There will not be a penalty for pulling hair in the NFL. If the hair is long enough that it reaches the jersey, then it is “touching” the jersey and it is “part of the uniform”. A uniform can be used to pull a player down, so it is up to the player to keep their hair short.

I got this tidbit of information from Gus Ana, a guy who answers question in the NFL. But I found the answer on Quora, and it was an answer to a question from back in September of 2014. This was the most recent source I could find.

It does include a nice video of what I’m talking about, though:

Not to be deterred, I went over to the NFL website and found their 2015 Rulebook.

It is nowhere to be found. It hasn’t been added in the new rules. It isn’t addressed. It isn’t even mentioned.

I gotta’ say, NFL, I’m kinda’ impressed. You’re making the effort to meet the violence of hockey. But until you guys throw the ball down, throw off the helmets and start duking it out on the field, you’ll never hold my interest.