Here are a few thoughts that have been rambling through my mind this weekend while I have been at death's door with Montezuma's Revenge. I feel obligated to respond to Jay's comment about on me in his 'Crazy Cat Lady' blog. Yes, I did really say that "they aren't people, they're cats". Callous? Possibly. Yet I find it interesting how much we like to humanize our pets. Need an example? Look at any fancy feast commercial. While I do think it is sad that some animals have to be put down, I also think that's life, tough cookies for them. I find it amusing that some bleeding heart animal advocates talk about how cruel it is to do that to an cat/dog, and then go eat a Big Mac. I am more morally outraged by the treatment of livestock then by kitties who get three square meals, and then get to sleep the big sleep. Believe me, its a lot easier way to go. You want to hear an even more callous remark from me? I told Jay the cat who has been boarding with us for awhile needed to go and he asked "so which cat do you want to have put down so there is room for him?" My reply " I don't care, whichever one is at the bottom of the totem pole."
As I was lying around on the couch bemoaning my state on Saturday, Jay took to cleaning the entire house. This surprised me. He said he was going to clean the entire house, but I guess I figured he would quite once the downstairs was clean. I would have. I lack the attention span needed to do a full day's cleaning. Anyway, whilst cleaning up kitty stuff, he discovered ants in the utility closet where we keep the kitty food. Jay was properly horrified and kind of panicky cause the ants were crawling on him. I am over the whole "ants everywhere" scene since living in California. Occasionally we would wake up to find the counters in our kitchen absolutely black with ants. Then would proceed a day of spraying ammonia and cleaning up little dead ant bodies and chucking whatever food they got into. Once after such a day, I found a bag of raisins on the counter. Thinking nothing of it, and having the munchies I grabbed a handful and popped them in my mouth. It was after the fact that I saw ants all over my hand and the raisin bag. Apparently Mom had intended to throw the bag away but hadn't gotten around to it yet. I couldn't eat raisins for many years after that.
After an experience like that I hardly blinked an eye at the ants in our house. I merely brushed the ants off my feet and grabbed the ammonia.
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Remember the time the trail of ants led to a dead mouse in a trap in the cupboard? Your mother was mortified because we discovered it while one of my coworkers was there in the kitchen.
Umm, no I don't seem to remember that particular episode. Wow.
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