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Short story: We're broke. We have several foster-cats that we rescued so the asshole who owned them couldn't strangle them. Lots of cats, which means more cat food. We came up short financially this month, so had to prevail upon our local no-kill shelter for a bag of cat food and a box of cat litter. They came through in amazing ways. Search "Animal House Shelter and Sanctuary" on Facebook.
They're a no-kill shelter. Please donate if you can, or at least go there and like them. Nevada is notorious for letting horses starve and freeze in the winter, dumping dogs and cats by the side of the road, and shooting whatever moves if it looks like it might threaten the precious cows (and most ranchers don't treat the cows much better than the predators they kill, except that they bother to feed them once in awhile.) Animal House takes in the walking-wounded in the animal world., and they work with some of the veterinarians here to help low-income people get their pets spayed or neutered for about a third of what they'd normally have to pay. Animal House is my charity of choice, next to the Dan Fogelberg prostate cancer fund.
Anyway, I just finished filling the empty catfood dishes with the food lovingly-provided by Animal House when this song came on, and it just made me smile and feel okay with life in general. Cats are fed. Music is pleasing. Life is good. (Death is bad, and I'm probably facing that, too, but I'd rather zero in on the life part.)
I wonder what happened to Cynaera's cats.
Prepandemic pleasure
Wait, you're not going to let us know what nickname Jesse gave to your brother? Or about the conversations your grandmother and Jesse would have while he was in the basement? You are such a tease.
Nice!!
Mr. Lee on an electric with slinky strings, and Mr Cook on an acoustic with (I think) gut strings. Both have mighty fine fast-twitch muscles in their hands and fingers.
ZINO. Zydeco in name only?
reading Cynaera to great music means a lot
They're a no-kill shelter. Please donate if you can, or at least go there and like them. Nevada is notorious for letting horses starve and freeze in the winter, dumping dogs and cats by the side of the road, and shooting whatever moves if it looks like it might threaten the precious cows (and most ranchers don't treat the cows much better than the predators they kill, except that they bother to feed them once in awhile.) Animal House takes in the walking-wounded in the animal world., and they work with some of the veterinarians here to help low-income people get their pets spayed or neutered for about a third of what they'd normally have to pay. Animal House is my charity of choice, next to the Dan Fogelberg prostate cancer fund.
Anyway, I just finished filling the empty catfood dishes with the food lovingly-provided by Animal House when this song came on, and it just made me smile and feel okay with life in general. Cats are fed. Music is pleasing. Life is good. (Death is bad, and I'm probably facing that, too, but I'd rather zero in on the life part.)
Thanks for the great post. We are doing the same here in Canada adopting & sheltering dogs that would have been rounded up & shot because they run wild on the Reserves up North. We had 10 adoptions rescued from Moosonee three weeks ago. We care & help as much as we can. Please "Like" "https://www.moosoneepuppyrescue.com/'. Many many thanks. To Bill: My apologies for using your platform for puppy rescue. Every bit helps. Fetch - The dog store in Roncesvalles Village Toronto.
They're a no-kill shelter. Please donate if you can, or at least go there and like them. Nevada is notorious for letting horses starve and freeze in the winter, dumping dogs and cats by the side of the road, and shooting whatever moves if it looks like it might threaten the precious cows (and most ranchers don't treat the cows much better than the predators they kill, except that they bother to feed them once in awhile.) Animal House takes in the walking-wounded in the animal world., and they work with some of the veterinarians here to help low-income people get their pets spayed or neutered for about a third of what they'd normally have to pay. Animal House is my charity of choice, next to the Dan Fogelberg prostate cancer fund.
Anyway, I just finished filling the empty catfood dishes with the food lovingly-provided by Animal House when this song came on, and it just made me smile and feel okay with life in general. Cats are fed. Music is pleasing. Life is good. (Death is bad, and I'm probably facing that, too, but I'd rather zero in on the life part.)
Is that like Poutine souriante?
Cheesy?
Not for me - this one is hitting all the right notes indeed.
PS Perhaps you meant La Bottine Souriante? As in: Smiling Boot?
And if you ever have a chance to see Cook in concert, do it. He is full of the joy of his music, and it is infectious.
Short story: We're broke. We have several foster-cats that we rescued so the asshole who owned them couldn't strangle them. Lots of cats, which means more cat food. We came up short financially this month, so had to prevail upon our local no-kill shelter for a bag of cat food and a box of cat litter. They came through in amazing ways. Search "Animal House Shelter and Sanctuary" on Facebook.
They're a no-kill shelter. Please donate if you can, or at least go there and like them. Nevada is notorious for letting horses starve and freeze in the winter, dumping dogs and cats by the side of the road, and shooting whatever moves if it looks like it might threaten the precious cows (and most ranchers don't treat the cows much better than the predators they kill, except that they bother to feed them once in awhile.) Animal House takes in the walking-wounded in the animal world., and they work with some of the veterinarians here to help low-income people get their pets spayed or neutered for about a third of what they'd normally have to pay. Animal House is my charity of choice, next to the Dan Fogelberg prostate cancer fund.
Anyway, I just finished filling the empty catfood dishes with the food lovingly-provided by Animal House when this song came on, and it just made me smile and feel okay with life in general. Cats are fed. Music is pleasing. Life is good. (Death is bad, and I'm probably facing that, too, but I'd rather zero in on the life part.)
Bless you