The Big News
Here’s the big event here at Too Many Cats Manor:
This is Teddy, a blue-eyed lilac point Ragdoll, my dream cat, the first long hair cat I’ve ever had in my 65 years of being a cat person. Three weeks ago he was found wandering the mean streets of Melville, Long Island, an affluent hamlet with a population of 19,985 where median household income is $170,881 per year. So, yeah, it makes sense that their stray cats are purebred Ragdolls.
This tough customer was taken to a vet and scanned and yes, he is chipped, but the chip was never registered so, for all intents and purposes, he was a homeless cat.
I saw a photo of him on my next door neighbor’s phone and I said, “He’s mine.” So he came to us two weeks ago and I got him to the vet last Friday to get him cleared for integration into our herd. He is 5 – 7 years old and a little underweight at 12 pounds, but he’s in good condition except for some skin issues that should clear up with medicine in a few weeks.
I’ve never had a long hard cat to care for, so I asked the vet to show me how to get knots out of his fur and I have to say, combing Teddy and un-knotting his luxurious fur with his special comb is weirdly satisfying. He is a cuddle bug, a talker, and has the slow, easy-going temperament of a classic Ragdoll. He has to stay isolated from the other cats because of his skin condition, so he’s up in my workroom for now. I don’t get a lot of work done when I’m in my workroom because Teddy thinks that when we are together it’s 100% Teddy Time, and who am I to argue with the boss? He’s is beautiful, funny, likes people, and prefers not be picked up (if you reach for him, he’ll go limp and roll onto the floor and show you his tummy), and I adore him.
So that’s the big news I’ve kept under wraps for two weeks. I apologize if some of you were thinking that the news would be more momentous, such as the world held a secret vote and elected me Boss Of Everyone (I’m still standing by for the job, should I be elected, at any time, by the way), or that I got hit on the head and now speak English with a Portuguese accent. I am sorry if you are disappointed that it’s “only” cat news, but have you seen Teddy’s eyes??
Last week, Dear Reader Rachel took me to task about my crack that 1984 (the year) was 37 years old (in 2021), making it (in Alabama years) a toothless hag. Rachel happens to be related to several fine and gracious Alabama women who held on to their beauty and their elegance well into their 60s. I want to say that I am sorry for the wisecrack, and for defaming Alabama womanhood, when it is clearly Wyoming who sets the standard when we discuss slack-jawed in-bred MAGAts:
Anthony Bouchard has been a Wyoming State Senator since 2017 — yes, he holds public office — and here is what he had to say about being “outed” :
“So, bottom line, it’s a story when I was young, two teenagers, girl gets pregnant,” he said in the Facebook Live video. “You’ve heard those stories before. She was a little younger than me, so it’s like the Romeo and Juliet story.”
Got it? He’s Romeo, and the poor 14-year old child is Juliet. It’s romantic! And the stuff of classical literature!
Anyhow, the two were legally able to get married at the time because Florida law allowed underage marriage with a judge’s approval if a pregnancy was involved and a parent consented.
The lawmaker said he was pressured to abort the baby. “I wasn’t going to do it, and neither was she,” he said. “And there was pressure to have her banished from their family. Just pressure. Pressure to go hide somewhere. And the only thing I could see as the right thing to do was to get married and take care of him.”
That guy who thinks a rapist is just the kind of feller who should be in Congress, Brent Bozell, is an American conservative writer and activist who founded the Media Research Center and the Parents Television Council. In addition, he serves on the board for the Catholic League for Oppressing Women and Covering Up Sex Crimes by Priests… I mean, the Catholic League for Religious and Civil Rights and has served on the board of directors in the American conservative Union.
So, anyway, Romeo and Juliet divorced after three years of shotgun marriage. Bouchard’s ex-wife killed herself when she was 20, he said. Online records list a woman with her name as dying in Jacksonville, Florida, in 1990 and being buried in Georgia.
And about that baby that was born to two crap people:
“Sadly, he’s made some wrong choices in his life,” Bouchard said. “He’s almost become my estranged son. Some of the things that he’s got going on his life, I certainly don’t approve of them. But I’m not going to abandon him. I still love him. Just like when he was born.”
Bouchard’s son is currently in prison, awaiting trial on charges of kidnapping and raping a 51-year old woman, those are the “wrong choices” that he’s made. Since when did kidnapping and rape become a “choice”? Are you as fed up as I am about people who white-wash evil deeds and truly terrible people by saying their disgusting, immoral, ugly acts are “choices”?
But, getting back to Dear Reader Rachel, let’s not let Alabama totally off the hook.
Alabama’s anti-abortion law makes abortion after 20 weeks a felony, unless necessary to save a woman’s life or to avert serious risk of substantial and irreversible physical impairment of a major bodily function, not including psychological or emotional conditions. Physicians in violation of the law would be guilty of a Class C felony which carries a one- to 10-year jail sentence and possibly a fine.
Pennsylvania, you too can go fuck yourself:
In other Republican shitheel news:
President Biden wants a vote in the Senate to create a Jan 6 Insurrection commission by Memorial Day (May 31).
This is a photo of the Republican senator from Wisconsin explaining to reporters why he will vote No for a Jan 6 investigation:
He’s in step with the leader of the Republican senators, Mitch McConnell:
Let’s check in on how the round-up of those seditious morons is going:
And here’s an interesting story about a rioter named Billy Chrestman, a 47-year old unemployed sheet metal worker from Kansas was charged with threatening to assault a federal law enforcement officer and carrying a wooden ax handle while in the Capitol building and on the grounds. Prosecutors allege that Chrestman, 47, was a key player in the riot:
Chrestman was receiving disability and was under the care of the Department of Veterans Affairs when he went to Washington to overthrow the 2020 election. His lawyers state that he should be released fro jail while he awaits trial because “His current detention status places him in danger of losing those significant benefits,”
In addition to the health issues, the motion said, Chrestman has family obligations. His lawyers filed a motion, telling the court: “The residence he shares with his common-law partner … and their six children is in danger of foreclosure, placing the whole nuclear family in jeopardy of homelessness,” it said.
Twitter was not impressed with Chrestman’s sob story:
What. A. Loser.
Meanwhile, Republicans are still trying to screw working people:
Mind you, this is free money to the states. The federal government wants to underwrite the cost of giving working people an extra $300 a week in addition to their paltry state benefits which, in some cases, amounts to a mere $104 a month.
And then there’s this guy:
Jaimie Dimon, head of JPMorgan bank in 2008, got a $29 billion “loan” from the Federal Reserve to help it stay afloat during that year’s catastrophic financial crises; with that money, he bought Chase Manhattan bank to become the head of J P Morgan Chase. In 2013, Dimon reached a settlement with the Department of Justice after receiving the U.S. attorney’s draft complaint documenting its “alleged” role in underwriting fraudulent securities in the years leading up to the 2008 financial crisis. Following the bank’s $13 billion financial agreement, a record-setting settlement, the draft complaint was never filed.
Jamie Dimon is a billionaire who thinks working people shouldn’t get $300 a week from the federal government in unemployment benefits during a pandemic.
Fuck you, Jaimie Dimon.
It goes without saying that Mitch McConell should go fuck himself too:
And now for the Feel Good news:
If you’ve been to your local McDonald’s lately, you might have ordered some chicken nuggets and received, with them, two special dipping sauces:
That’s Korean of course, because of these guys:
McDonald’s has partnered with BTS to offer a special chicken meal with flavors inspired by South Korean cuisine. I didn’t know they had Cajuns in Korea, but, OK.
My Twitter is overflowing with stories from BTS fans, known as ARMY, getting their BTS meal and associated BTS swag. For BTS fans and for some Asian Americans, just seeing the Korean language associated with a brand as ubiquitous and as “American” as McDonald’s has made them very emotional, in a time when racist violence against Asian Americans is at an all-time high.
One story stood out to me, told by a 40-year old ARMY whose husband drove her ,in their van, to McDonald’s so she could get the BTS meal. She happened to meet another ARMY in the line, a younger woman in her 20s, and they both fan-girled over the group and then they ran to their cars and exchanged BTS gifts which they, as crazy ARMYs do, keep on hand for when they meet what is called “an ARMY in the wild”.
Then the 40-year old ARMY got back to her husband . . .
The nearest McDonald’s to me is two towns away, and I don’t like McDonald’s, and I haven’t eaten a Big Mac since the early 1990s, but I’m thinking of heading out today to get my BTS meal just to get those sauces and the paper bag that the meal comes in (it has the BTS logo on it). I can always give the nuggets to the raccoons.
Other Thoughts For The Day:
No cats this week. How about some amazing thrift store finds?
That’s all for this week, Dear Readers.
Have a great weekend, everyone. In America it’s a holiday weekend, Memorial Day, the unofficial start of Summer. It will be cool and rainy here on the north shore of Long Island, after a beautiful two week stretch of perfect low-humidity, 76 degree days. I bought us a hammock! We won’t get to use it this weekend, but I like the great indoors and I hope that everyone reading this will share what they love with someone — a friend, a partner, a stranger, ME IN THE COMMENTS SECTION — and feel connected and meaningful.