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Port-O-Protector
Hi, John! LOVE classic cars. Still, promise me you won't stop writing about the dark side. It's far more interesting than sunshine and lollipops. I should know. I have a great book for you to read. It is called "The Noonday Demon" by Andrew Solomon. It's not a recent book, but relevant to anyone who has experienced clinical depression. If the Reader is pressuring its writers to exude merriment, they don't know their audience.— May 31, 2009 7:32 p.m.
Racquetball Rorschach
I see words in other words. I'll look at a sentence and see other words than what are there, but they are a different arrangement of the actual letters that make other words. I used to have the letter obsession as well, but odd, not even. I would see a street sign or billboard, and count from both directions, having to land on a single letter in the middle. If I did not, it was bad luck, until I found one that did. Regarding stains and seeing things in them, once, after pouring a glass of wine through our wine aerator and placing it on a paper towel, the resulting stain looked like the "Creatures Features" face. I took a picture of it.— May 31, 2009 6:11 p.m.
I Played God
Thank you all for your kind comments. If you had seen this cat in the trap hissing and hurling itself against its sides and bloodying itself in the process - it scared me. And I don't scare easily. I am also a cat-charmer, anti. This was completely different from most of my encounters with felines. When we go for walks, cats come out of nowhere and rub against my leg. I was arrogant in thinking that I could somehow get this wild kitty to love me. It looked at me with pure, unadultrated terror. I live in a house with three cats and a husband. All three cats are rescues. The four of them are the loves of my life. I will call tomorrow and see if they will allow me to take the cat. But, then what?— May 31, 2009 4:20 p.m.
I Played God
It wasn't flimsy cardboard. It was at least one quarter inch thick and two and one half inches wide. It was choking him, and if he did not get it stuck on his neck as a kitten, it would've had to been shoved over his head. There was no indication that he was being fed, and when I first encountered him, he was running across the street, a fair distance away from his home. No responsible person would leave food across a busy street. I know PETA euthanizes. Have you seen the condition of the animals they encounter? Cancers that have eaten half a dog's face, cats abused beyond recognition. Anyway, the purpose of my writing about this is not to debate PETA's practices. I wanted to help this poor animal, and I have now sentenced him to death. I don't want him to be destroyed, but I do not think animal control will give him back to me. Their attitude when I tried to speak with them on Friday was one of inevitable euthanasia. When I first called them after I had trapped the cat, the woman I spoke with was extremely hostile. She was angry with me for catching him after business hours. When I called the next day, I was given no options other than to call on Monday to see if someone had claimed him. And I do not agree that feral cats should be treated like a raccoon or a skunk. The mere fact that they are cats leaves them much more vulnerable to human interference. I am a prime example of that. I do not know what to do. I wish I had never seen him. If anything, I hope this story serves as a terrible reminder to not interfere with God's plan. No good deed goes unpunished.— May 31, 2009 9:54 a.m.
The Hunted
Loved it! Thanks, anti!— May 30, 2009 9:24 a.m.
I Played God
This poor animal is completely unadoptable. It was living alone, not in a colony, and was barely surviving. How do I put him back there? He is in bad shape. I could hear it in the voices of the people I spoke to. Don't try to be a hero. But I think about him now, in a cage, terrified, waiting to die. Because I tried to help. I have never been responsible for the death of any living creature. I'll save a bug if it's struggling. This is awful. I know in my heart that this kitty is better off dying a humane death, rather than a slow, painful one of exposure and disease. I just wish it wasn't me who put him there.— May 30, 2009 8:27 a.m.
Holding Tight to Friendship
I can't remember them all. They are in there every week. Since there are only a handful of people that post anything worth printing, consider yourself published if you write something they like!! Next time you are in, I'll let you know. Refried is in every week.— May 29, 2009 9:33 p.m.
A Picture's Worth 1,000 Words
I saw him on TV and I thought "Robert Plant"!! Rickey, suicide is not an FU or a cry for help. If you are dead, there is no need to cry for help. And no one kills themself to say FU. They do it to say F-ME.— May 29, 2009 8:45 p.m.
Parents Taking Care of Children
Cliches?!? What is "blessing in disguise" when applied to a miscarriage? That was just cruel. It's like saying "the lord works in mysterious ways".— May 29, 2009 8:33 p.m.
Holding Tight to Friendship
Just comments they think are interesting enough to publish. They're in the Letters. They don't show them on the web-site under letters, though, just in the print copy. It's fun. The first time I saw one of my posts printed in the Reader, I read it and laughed. Then I saw "MsGrant via e-mail". And I realized, hey, that's me!!— May 28, 2009 7:12 a.m.