intrepid backpacking stories

Monday, March 30, 2009

cats that I love

Ok, one more post per oggi...the last one though crucial, leaves me feeling more depressed than anything and then I feel, "what's the point?!"...so...the homeless kitties i feed and take care of have come for food...the girl i dubbed pregninta, cuz she was pregant has had her babies...I hope they're ok. But now that she's no longer pregnant, what do I call her? I was gonna call her Sweet Pea, but perhaps my kitty would be angry,seeing as I used to call her that when she was wee. And the boy I've dubbed Cutie Pie, or CP for short. He's adorable...Some shit head hurt him..if only I knew who. His teeth are broken and he flinches if you move to quickly.
In the meantime, I made him a house, cuz he never wanted to come in during the freezing-ass winter. I put blankets, a sheep skin shammy thing I found, and of course a box, and it's enclosed in another box, to make it windproof.

I love animals, perhaps you already knew that though, and travelling. Everytime I travel I meet kitties...

Travelling with deliberate purpose

Just a p.s here..I had to delete the video, it wasn't working, but it was from the American Humane Society. Hard to watch, but crucial...too bad it didn't come out.

It hurts me so much to think that we, as people can murder and torture animals, and because they have fur or feathers or gills or shells or scales it's not seen as torture or murder. It's never seen as the brutal crime that it is.

So, I've been vacillating on big life decisions. I know I need to do something that helps animals lives, and not just my own. I know that animals are the lungs, heart, soul, spirit, and breath of this earth. Like trees and mountains they ground and centre us; they comfort and love us, and in return, we abandon them, and do such mind-numbingly sick things to all the gentle beings of this earth.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Keep signing

Hi everyone, I hope you have signed or are going to sign the seal hunt petition, which has sadly just begun. There's another petition I'd like you to sign, it's to urge the South African government to protect the lesbians that are being raped by sick fucks who believe this will "cure" them, of fucking what??? I can hardly believe most humans get the opportunity to live...it's beyond sickening...

Thanks if you've taken the time to sign them. The seals and women who, we hope get saved, will thank us all too.

http://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/516925943
Peace

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Spring cleaning

Well, I feel vaguely that I could be ready if I really hurried the hell up and made some sort of decision, to travel, but, really, this shouldn't be the way...

But alack, alas I feel that if I don't push myself into a decision, nothing will continue...So, push I must. Otherwise I will remain frittering in the annoying liminal waiting spaces.

Saw an evil cockroach from my not to distant past. I was at a furniture store, with my mom and grandmother, but they had gone up a hall, and I remained relaxing in a massage chair when out of nowhere walks that fucking cockroach...but I wasn't afraid anymore, finally..I screamed, called it " a piece of fucking shit", loudly. Maybe that's how the universe provides closure??? By giving us uncomfortable situations so that we can find our strength again...

I hate the Spring. I find it such a violent and difficult season. As Eliot says, "April is the cruelest month", all the birth, change , death, and growth. So, to that end, I will end by pondering what lies ahead for me in my emotional springtime...

a manana

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

A sad day

Today is a sad day of mourning, it's been a year without my kitty, she was our kitty for 19 years.

So, I mourn. She was beautiful, and I adopted her, her story was so tragic.

She had been found by some rescue workers who had been called because people reported hearing some mewing coming from a dump.

The rescuers found her, and I think just one other kitty her sister, thrown in a fucking dump, in a plastic bag!!!

Then I found her at the Humane Society. She was pretty small, and all black. I was only able to get one, which still to this day makes me sad, cuz she clearly loved that other kitty.

And home she came, and loved only me, the best.

I miss her all the time still.