Life

The Case for Peter Rabbit…err…Gizmo

First let me preface this post by saying I do not believe once you adopt an animal as a pet, you should just willy-nilly get rid of the pet. This said, Bill and I did recently agree to find a new home for his snakes.

For starters, moving them home to Illinois from South Carolina poses the risk of one or both tanks getting broken or damaged in the move. This is not a major issue, but my Mother-in-Law has a phobia of snakes. When we got them, we had no idea we would be moving to Illinois. Had we known this, we would not have gotten the snakes at all.

Bill has taken great care of them over the past few years, but I can’t have my MIL deathly afraid of coming into the house once we are home. The snakes are not attached to us the way our dogs and cats are, so we decided finding them a new home was okay in this one circumstance. Again, I don’t agree with getting rid of pets because “we don’t have time” or “they are getting too old,” etc. etc. (I often volunteer for an animal rescue, and I’ve seen it all. I really don’t talk about the rescue work because that is not why I do it. I can’t stand when people do things and then get on the internet and say “look at me….I’ve done something good.” UGH! I hate that. It’s the quickest way for me to unfriend/unfollow you!)

I digress.

While I would not give up one of my dogs or cats, even if I had to live in the street, we sought a new home for the snakes. Now since we are buying a home and about to move 1,000 miles away, I’ve been working as much as I can. I have one job 5 days a week. The second job is then 2 nights a week, until 3:30 am.

Between job 1 and 2, I come home and sleep. Last weekend, I came home from job 1 and tried to catch some sleep before job number 2. Bill takes Talia to the pet store to get food for the snakes. When he doesn’t come home in a reasonable amount of time, I call him. I need him home to care for Liam so I can get some sleep.

He answers the phone and proudly announces he’s found a great home for the snakes. At this point, I don’t care. I’m in the middle of 7 straight shifts, 2 of them being overnight.

Then he lowers the boom. “Oh, but here’s the part you won’t like….” he starts. I’m still half asleep, so I don’t care…yet….

“I got Talia a bunny!”

What…the….actual….F@$K.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, she wanted the bunny, so I’m getting her one from the people taking the snakes.”

I am now awake….WIDE awake.

“She’s TWO!” I remind Bill.

“I know, but she can learn how to properly take care of pets.”

“WE HAVE 5 DOGS AND 3 CATS SHE CAN TAKE CARE OF!!!!”

“But this one is her own pet.”

THIS IS WHAT HE SAID ABOUT THE CAT WE GOT LAST YEAR!!!!!

Do you see why I’m getting grey hair? Shit like this!

Bill goes on to make the trade and I go to the next job. I’m not happy, and I really don’t care if it’s cute or not. I’m also aware Talia would forget about it in a day or so.

Bill then posts a picture on the internet. I’m at work when I get a message from one of my BFF’s, Selena. The photographer. The newborn photographer. Do you see where this is going?

Shes dying to know if we really got a rabbit and if she can do a newborn session with it. Meanwhile, all the money I made that shift went to rabbit toys, bedding, hay, and just dumb rabbit stuff I didn’t want to spend money on.

I WILL give my husband this. Every time he and Talia go into the kitchen, when they get up, and when they go to bed, he does have her “check the bunny” to see if it needs food, water, litter change (oh, yes….I bought it a litter pan), or new toys.

I’m not happy about the rabbit….but it’s growing on me. Without further adieu, meet Gizmo:

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P.S. The snakes are doing GREAT! They hit the jackpot on a loving home!

Life

How To Rescue A Cat In A Tree

Remember The Golden Girls? Use the Sophia voice here:

Picture it: Charleston, SC, summer, 2016. The AC is broken. I’m pregnant. It’s hot as Hades….Our buddy can’t get out here for days to look at it. Finally, after 5 days, he tells us the unit needs to be replaced.

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I’m ready to go full crazy Italian on my husband. The house is registering in the high 80’s….like 87 dang degrees. Also, the animals all thought it was time to cuddle…here Gretzky was just camping out on me…..

Finally, we just caved and call the landlord. We had to break it to her we were moving and NOT buying the house…oh and we need a new AC unit.

Thankfully she sent her guy and he was able to clean the coil. By 11 last night, we had cool air blowing.

As I lay in bed last night, I planned a great post for today about everything that has taken place over the past week…….then I heard meowing.

Puck, the kitten, had not been in the bedroom at all last night, but I assumed he got himself stuck in the garage.

No such luck.

Bill went on a hunt for Puck this morning, and found him….in the tree, outside, about 20 feet in the air, if not higher…..

In case you wanted to know, the fire department will not come out unless the tree is close to the street. Animal Control just doesn’t answer their phone. After an initial 20 minutes trying to get up the tree, Bill came down and had to get the chain saw out so he could get back up the tree. So glad we had his deer hunting stand ready to go. Normally I can’t stand the thought of hunting, but for once his hobby came in handy.

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Puck in the tree…..he’s over 20 feet up.

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Oak (left) and Baker did not understand what was going on really, just that daddy was in the back yard and stuff was falling from the sky….

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I don’t have pictures of the actual rescue because it was all too funny not to stream live on Facebook, but once Bill got to Puck, the kitten did NOT want to come down. He was holding on for dear life and cried like crazy before getting a ride down.

While all this is going on….the neighbor responsible for dumping the cat on us in the first place decides to come over and watch. I pretty much wanted to punch him as he stood on his flip phone talking to his wife about what was happening. I refrained because he’s REALLY old.

Ugh.

Anyway……

I have a lot of catching up to do around the house because I just could not be productive in the heat!