Budster does announce himself at the door with loud… i suppose you could call it song… he wakes me to come in and have brekkers. he doesn’t really go far (he’s too fat to cat around, as well as neutered and chipped), so i imagine i will find his bandana collar under the boat where he sleeps.
Buddy is an adoptee from my old neighbor, Cpt. Joe, who left the island and left me his two kittehs, Budmeister and BabyCat, the tripod feral that lives under the front porch. we took them in and they get lots of loves.
edit to add:
BuddyCat was devoted to Cpt. Joe and would follow him around everywhere. i could hear Bud caterwaulin’ outside Joe’s door to be let in. Joe loved this cat so much and i loved old Joe. when he asked me to “look after” his cats, i was happy to do that for him.
Captain Joe passed last year, aged 90 years, in assisted living in Ohio, a place he did not want to be. his home was here, in the keys, where he captained sunset cruises on the bay in Islamorada.
BudBud is my connection to the old captain that was my neighbor and my friend.
I used the Libre for a few years too, long enough to get the data for my endocrinologist to be able to justify moving me to a pump. (I was the first patient at my VA hospital to receive one, although they’re in common use there now.) Yeah, the Libre is subpar for data, but it’s still a hell of a lot better than doing it manually.
I’m now using a Tandem t:Slim X2 pump with Dexcom 6 sensors and this is much better! It gives more than enough data to warm my nerdy little heart.
Stay strong, Mr. Feral. Diabetes isn’t fun, but you’ve got help and those monitors really do help a lot.
I showed that skunk video to a friend who explained after why his knuckles were white while watching. He and a skunk surprised each other on a hiking trail one day, and he got both barrels from about a meter away. The nausea and sensory overload made him so dizzy it was several minutes before he could stand up, and he was lying on his side retching and vomiting most of that time.
“You know those things that happen and they seem bad, but when it’s over you say ‘that wasn’t actually so bad…’?”
“Yeah…?”
“This wasn’t one of those. This was absolutely bad and I never want it to happen again. I would not have let the skunks approach me; I’d have ridden off in the other direction. It’s their trail now.”
He doesn’t blame the skunks or think they’re evil. He just knows how dangerous a loaded skunk is.
Years ago my dog got skunked in the back yard, just before halloween. He came running inside in a frenzy and jumped on all the furniture trying to get clean. We had to move all the fur iture outside to air out. It took months for the smell to completely clear
Around that time Google earth updated their aerial view of my home. You can see all the furniture in the back yard, and all the halloween decorations in the front yard
The only dual-use sexual organ is a penis. So if this cat has a #1 hole and a #2 hole but no shaft, testes, vagina, uterus, or ovaries, then it has no sexual organs.
I was stressed watching that video, too, because the cyclist didn’t run. I might’ve leaned back from the screen a bit before it was over. When I was a kid, the space under our neighbor’s shed was invaded by skunks one year. It took a few years for him to get them out and successfully prevent them from coming back.
Every summer, when the heat and humidity seemed to be the worst (late July through the dog days of August), we would sleep with the windows open at night. Well, we would try to sleep - because sometimes the odor from a skunk next door would come wafting through the house. So the choice was to close the windows and roast or leave them open and try to sleep despite the stench. I’m a sound sleeper, and that smell would wake me up.
