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All the Colours of the Me ([personal profile] rainbow) wrote2017-02-20 12:07 am

further adventures in our 9 lives

the continuing adventures of binx, samhain, minerva, isis, dragon, and mister bernstein, and now cleocatra

this is cleo when i asked her to please stay off the keyboard and lifted her onto the fleece. she rolled over and did this. Read more... )

later yesterday, there was a kerfuffle. possibly a ruckus. cleo was followed into the bathroom when she went to get a drink, and much hissing ensued.

she slinked out low into the living room and headed for the front door. so i scooped her up, opened the door, started to set her outside, and lost hold of a very wiggly and unhappy cat who ran back into the living room and ran for.. the couch?

and there was still the sound of hissing in the bathroom. binx and cleo were having a hissing match!

oops. i tried to put ISIS outside!!!

i picked up cleo and put her on my desk, and she snoozed until evening. but when i went out to feed bernstein she snuck out before i could stop her and stayed out of reach as she watched the jumping mice.

and today when i got up, there were 3 black kitties in the house again <3

p reported that she ate well and remembered where the litter box was on her own. her nose was not so hot but still dry. i've medicated her twice today. she loves being on my desk. at dusk she did want to go out again, so i let her, and sammy was very happy to reclaim HER spot on my desk.

the other cats are allowed out in the fence back garden. dragon has been in and out a lot (normal) and binx went out. i thought i heard a meow, so i check the front door and then the back door, and i saw dragon trotting down the path. he got closer and i was glad to see binx was leading him in (binx is also black and hard to see at night).

they both trotted into the house, and i saw it was isis, not binx. i didn't remember letting isis out... (you can SEE where this is going). we all head upstairs and "isis" leaps up on a table because dragon SNIFFED her. i looked at her, looked at the couch, containing one isis, and realised that again this was cleo.

dragon wasn't chasing her that i could tell. i think he was... herding her?

she skittered towards the couch, saw isis, leapt over a box, and ended up at paul's desk. he had to rescue her. in the mean time i put down a fresh towel on the yarn bin behind my chair, and we offered her that. a few minutes of reassurance and some catnip (cleo approves), she settled in. and she's been there ever since.

dragon has wandered around a couple times singing the song of his people (i want to go ouuuut. why am i not out? i'm meant to be out but here i am innnnnn) and he's stared at her some. but that's it. no aggression. no fights!


unfortunately we still don't know where she came from. she is so lovey and well socialised i think she must be lost. but either we find her family or she stays with us. either way she will be loved.
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oakmouse ([personal profile] oakmouse) wrote2017-02-19 09:31 pm
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A bitter anniversary

75 years ago today, on February 19, 1942, Franklin Delano Roosevelt issued Executive Order 9066, which resulted in the internment of 110,000 Japanese-born resident aliens and Japanese Americans in concentration camps because they might pose a military threat. By contrast, about 11,000 German-born resident aliens and about 2,000 Italian-born resident aliens, almost all of them stll citizens of their native countries, were interned during WWII.

No Japanese-Americans were ever charged with espionage or sabotage. However, many of them served heroically in the US military. The 442nd infantry regiment was famous for the bravery of its men; it was the most decorated unit in its size category in the history of warfare.

I’ve been to the remains of Tule Lake internment camp. It’s a terrible place: bare, bleak, and bone dry, harassed by incessant winds. The fenced-off grounds are still soaked with the misery, despair, and rage of the internees. Across the road from the locked gate, a rock outcropping still carries slogans, names, and kanji painted on it by young Japanese-American men and boys who got over the fence in the dead of night, climbed the rocks, left their mark, and then returned to the camp before first light.

Never forget, and never --- oh, never, gods, never --- again.

Concentration Constellation
By Lawson Fusao Inada, 1945

In this earthly configuration,
We have, not points of light,
but prominent barbs of dark…

Begin between the Golden State's
highest and lowest elevations
and name that location

Manzanar. Rattlesnake a line
southward to the zone
of Arizona, to the home
of natives on the reservation,
and call those Gila, Poston.

Then just take your time
winding your way across…
just make yourself at home
in the swamps of Arkansas.
for this is Rohwer and Jerome.

But now, you weary of the way.
It's a big country, you say.
It's a big history, hardly
halfway through - with Amache
looming in the Colorado desert,
Heart Mountain high in wide
Wyoming, Minidoka on the moon
of Idaho, then down to Utah's
jewel of Topaz before finding
yourself at northern California's
frozen shore of Tule Lake…

Now regard what sort of shape
this constellation takes.
It sits there like a jagged scar,
massive, on the massive landscape.
It lies there like the rusted wire
of a twisted and remembered fence.

Barracks Home
By Tojo Suyemoto Kawakami

This is our barracks, squatting on the ground,
Tar papered shacks, partitioned into rooms
By sheetrock walls, transmitting every sound
Of neighbor's gossip or the sweep of brooms
The open door welcomes the refugees,
And now at least there is no need to roam
Afar: here space enlarges memories
Beyond the bounds of camp and this new home.
The floor is carpeted with dust, wind-borne
Dry alkali, patterned with insect feet,
What peace can such a place as this impart?
We can but sense, bewildered and forlorn,
That time, disrupted by the war from neat
Routines, must now adjust within the heart.
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All the Colours of the Me ([personal profile] rainbow) wrote2017-02-18 09:00 pm

introducing cleocatra

we had great confusion here last night because paul thought isis had gotten out and was sitting on the front porch. he scooped her up, she snuggled and purred, he went in -- and saw isis was on the couch. so was binx.

andyet he was holding a very petite black girl cat, super loving and purry, velvety short hair but with a plumey tail...

she's not skinny, not scared of people, but does have fleas, a lot of dry skin, a tender spot near her hind end, and swollen conjunctivas. she's also a little extra warm, so i gave her some food with lysine and turmeric mixed in -- which she nearly inhaled.

i'm trying to have her in the house when dragon (who still needs to be neutered) is outside and have her out when he's in, just in case she's not spayed.

i have no clue of her age, although her toe beans are tough enough that i think she's past adolescence.

here she is,and isn't seh lovely? paul's christened her cleocatra

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All the Colours of the Me ([personal profile] rainbow) wrote2017-02-18 08:53 pm

signal boosting


this is one of my friends. i vouch for them. they are *awesome*

they have lost almost everything they own.

please help if you can and boost the signal.