Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Watch Me Try to be Nice

Reality is what hits us every day.  Sometimes we accept it, grasp whatever bits of goodness come out and move on. The people who deal with reality every day will tell you that sometimes the hard parts are unbearable, but must be done.

We've been dealing with reality a lot here: Alex gets a job, but it's 45 miles away.  $40 bucks every two days to fill up the car so he can go to his job.  Which means $50 to fill up the van every 2 1/2 days to get both Dave and I to work and school.  $180.00 per week IN GAS.  Reality sucks, my friend.

And today I get to finish my chem lab early, drive back home, disarticulate a deer and put what large pieces we have in the freezer to butcher later after I drive back to school at $4 in gas to take an Algebra quiz. If we don't get this deer butchered, the meat will rot and we'll be eating chicken all winter long.   Reality is we cannot afford to waste meat, nor buy it from the store.  My Brother In Law offered us the Doe he got last night, so we need to make the time.  Reality.   I can't remember the last time I ate a piece of beef.  It's too expensive to buy now.

Reality folks, is a bitch.

Reality is dealing with a feral cat that keeps trying to kill my baby chicks.  Reality is that some moronic lazy-ass MF from town decided that their cat wasn't worth the effort to find a new home, or to take to the shelter.  "Oh we'll drop it off in the country! It will find a home as a barn cat!" Um, not really.  What they do is become feral and kill off chickens, pheasants and quail.  All ground nesting birds are prey.

So when a feral comes sniffing around this area, I shoot it.  Reality is ya dumb sonuvabitch that your cat would have been better off at the shelter.  At least there the death is more humane.  Your cat wouldn't have starved, had people shooting at it, nor tried to find a comfortable place to hide from coyotes. But since reality was so 'hard' and you couldn't man up....your cat will either be shot, run over, mauled or starve.

And I'm not paying another $30 to take YOUR cats to the humane society.  Yes, they require you PAY to take you pet to them.  I'm not the owner, but those two kittens someone left on my doorstep somehow became my mess.

I've got 3 cats here.  They live inside, have cushy lives and are NEVER let out.  There are too many predators to get them. Reality is, in the next few years Tigger's health will decline.  He'll need to be euthanized and I will man up and do it the right way. My Tigger's been with me 15 years now, he deserves that. 

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