In late-breaking news the night of November 16, 2021, the defense filed a motion for a mistrial with prejudice on grounds that the State failed to provide the defense with the high-definition drone video in its possession, insteady merely providing the defense with a low-resolution version of that video, as well as on other grounds.
So this happened to me today (copied from my FB post):
Well, THAT was an adventure.
Last Thursday, my next-door neighbor Mark posted to the neighborhood email list that his kitty was missing. I replied that I had heard one of my cats getting into it with somebody that night and discovered my basement door pushed open, but couldn’t find any extra cats in my house and figured she must have run back out the basement door.
Over the last couple of days, though, I’ve heard both of my cats growling at something behind the tv stand. Last night, I realized that they were growling at the side vent on the fireplace (it’s an old ’40s model with a metal shell with an airspace behind it that draws in air from the sides and vents it out above the hearth), not something next to it, so I banged on the vent and heard a growl in return. And then I took off the vent on the other side and saw a furry cat butt, but was too shocked to grab it in time. I called and called, and then put some food in a dish inside the vent hoping she would eat some and went to bed.
This morning I got up at 6:00 and went and bought a probe camera at Home Depot. I snaked it in the top vent and, sure enough, there’s a little cat face looking back at me. I called Mark and he came over and called to her, and what with him calling and me poking her from behind with the camera probe, finally got her to stick her head out the vent hole for me to grab her by the scruff and haul her out the rest of the way.
(I guess instead of running out the door she must have jumped into the downstairs ash trap, which leads up to the ground floor air space, and then she couldn’t get back down the vertical trap.)
She’s home now and getting a good cleaning and probably lots of treats and loves.
Thank heavens I didn’t decide to light a fire this weekend when it was super windy and rainy (same wind and rain that’s caused floods and mudslides that have cut off Vancouver BC, btw).
I have to say these are a good deal more impressive than old videos I’ve seen of the June Taylor Dancers, who were once their principal competitors. We’re they this good in 1957?
Bryan Lovely @ 11:26 a.m.:
You certainly live up to your name– helping to rescue your neighbor’s cat was a lovely thing to do.
I hope your neighbor’s kitty is okay after using up one of her nine lives. I found out with my first cat that cats can get into surprisingly small spaces– as well as wander into open closets, fall asleep, and get trapped when the human closes the closet door and doesn’t see kitty asleep on the floor. It was one time I was glad that Princess had claws and knew how to make a racket scratching the closet door from the inside. And yes, she got “lots of treats and loves.”
PA Cat —
In the early ’90s I had a cat disappear on me once. I looked all over for her for 24 hours and couldn’t find her anywhere and was afraid she had strayed somehow, although she was usually a close-to-home kitty.
And then I started hearing very very faint meowing, and eventually tracked it down to the bedroom. My girlfriend or I had left the top drawer of the bureau open, the cat had jumped up into it and then crawled over the back into the drawer below, and then we had unknowingly shut the top drawer, trapping her. Most cats would have started screaming, but apparently she decided to wait most of a day and then just occasionally let out a tiny mew.
I’ve seen the Rockettes, but I didn’t remember the Soldier Fall. So I googled when they started it – basically unchanged since 1933. Wow. There’s a certain wonderful feeling that a humans get when they strive and come close to attaining perfection. And somehow it transfers to the viewer as well. The video was a joy and then reading about the kitty cat rescue – what a great way to start the day.
I guess instead of running out the door she must have jumped into the downstairs ash trap, which leads up to the ground floor air space, and then she couldn’t get back down the vertical trap.
A couple years back while dealing with my folks estate I spent some considerable number of fall and winter nights in my childhood home.
It’s one of those 4 bdrm two story, mid-sixties era, red bricked lower, aluminum sided upper, colonials with attached garage. You know the general type.
Anyway, knowing the lay of the land you can picture those 5ft wide, 3 flue brick chimney stacks that ran up the ourside wall of the subdivision’s family rooms, rising to a considerable height over the lower roof, where the upper story was set back 10 feet or so. Thus they rose against the sky like broad brick towers set at the ends of the houses.
One late night, for reasons I still am not sure of, I went into the master bedroom bath, and hearing a vague wail, opened the sliding window that overlooked the lower roof, thinking there might be something on it. There was not.
But just before closing the window I glanced at the house next door. The family room and garage end of that house faced the living room and dining room, and above , the master bedroom suite of the house I was in.
And there about 40 feet away, at the top of their broad tower-like chimney, outlined against the late fall night sky, and perched across at least 2 flues, was, it appearred, the form of a giant squat house cat. The sight was amusingly eerie, like a grammar school Halloween poster.
The thing saw me and seemed unperturbed, not scampering off. So I closed the window and forgot about it.
A few days later I saw the homeowners in the front yard.
I walked over to the lady and said, “Hey, thought you might like to know… Blah blah blah …might be a good idea to install a flue cap. We had to, to keep the cat from coming down the chimney”
The couple looked at each other, and she said, “It is not a cat, it is a racoon.”
I reacted with, “Oh man they are a nuisance they can get down the chimney, and set up on the smoke shelf; and then you have a real problem. Be careful they don’t get down the chimney”
“It has”
“Well then you have a real potential problem with making a fire .”
“We don’t use the fire place”
“But racoons are clever, they can pull up the damper flap and get down into the fire box, and then get through the spark screen into the house. It happened to my boss who had a rarely used basement fireplace.”
“He did, he lives there”
“The racoon? On the smoke shelf?
” No in the fireplace behind the glass screen doors”
They had a wild racoon living as some kind of damned quasi pet in the family room fireplace of their house. Separated from the couches and the TV, and the rest of the rooms of the house by a couple of tempered glass doors with no locking mechanism. Though apparently they had latched the handles together somehow.
They apparently fed it too …. tuna fish, or whatever.
At that I smiled and our conversation ended with pleasant nods.
I did not want to know more.
A favorite cat story was at our first house, where the cover to the laundry chute in the floor of the closet slipped open. We heard howling and frantic scratching, and found the cat two stories below in the basement. He was fine, but outraged.
Literally, smoothly, with alacrity, poise, and flair. Go girls! Women. Ladies.
In case you were wondering. A crucial feature of being part of the NeverTrump residue is being incurably obtuse.
Should have used Canister.
Or perhaps they’re saving that for when the Trannies muscle in.
Once upon a time, long ago, we were bit players in a horse racing partnership. The partnership’s prime thoroughbred was having some physical problems. We went up to New York to talk to the trainer. His father, a legendary trainer, said “You know, animals know how to take care of themselves. People are always calling the fire department to go up on a ladder and get their cat out of a tree. I’ve been looking up in trees all my life, and I never saw any cat skeletons up there.”
Did the Rockettes ever open for the BeeGees?
Evidently the prosecution withheld an HD version of the drone video and the defense has filed for a mistrial with predjudice.
In late-breaking news the night of November 16, 2021, the defense filed a motion for a mistrial with prejudice on grounds that the State failed to provide the defense with the high-definition drone video in its possession, insteady merely providing the defense with a low-resolution version of that video, as well as on other grounds.
So this happened to me today (copied from my FB post):
Thank heavens I didn’t decide to light a fire this weekend when it was super windy and rainy (same wind and rain that’s caused floods and mudslides that have cut off Vancouver BC, btw).
I have to say these are a good deal more impressive than old videos I’ve seen of the June Taylor Dancers, who were once their principal competitors. We’re they this good in 1957?
Bryan Lovely @ 11:26 a.m.:
You certainly live up to your name– helping to rescue your neighbor’s cat was a lovely thing to do.
I hope your neighbor’s kitty is okay after using up one of her nine lives. I found out with my first cat that cats can get into surprisingly small spaces– as well as wander into open closets, fall asleep, and get trapped when the human closes the closet door and doesn’t see kitty asleep on the floor. It was one time I was glad that Princess had claws and knew how to make a racket scratching the closet door from the inside. And yes, she got “lots of treats and loves.”
PA Cat —
In the early ’90s I had a cat disappear on me once. I looked all over for her for 24 hours and couldn’t find her anywhere and was afraid she had strayed somehow, although she was usually a close-to-home kitty.
And then I started hearing very very faint meowing, and eventually tracked it down to the bedroom. My girlfriend or I had left the top drawer of the bureau open, the cat had jumped up into it and then crawled over the back into the drawer below, and then we had unknowingly shut the top drawer, trapping her. Most cats would have started screaming, but apparently she decided to wait most of a day and then just occasionally let out a tiny mew.
I’ve seen the Rockettes, but I didn’t remember the Soldier Fall. So I googled when they started it – basically unchanged since 1933. Wow. There’s a certain wonderful feeling that a humans get when they strive and come close to attaining perfection. And somehow it transfers to the viewer as well. The video was a joy and then reading about the kitty cat rescue – what a great way to start the day.
A couple years back while dealing with my folks estate I spent some considerable number of fall and winter nights in my childhood home.
It’s one of those 4 bdrm two story, mid-sixties era, red bricked lower, aluminum sided upper, colonials with attached garage. You know the general type.
Anyway, knowing the lay of the land you can picture those 5ft wide, 3 flue brick chimney stacks that ran up the ourside wall of the subdivision’s family rooms, rising to a considerable height over the lower roof, where the upper story was set back 10 feet or so. Thus they rose against the sky like broad brick towers set at the ends of the houses.
One late night, for reasons I still am not sure of, I went into the master bedroom bath, and hearing a vague wail, opened the sliding window that overlooked the lower roof, thinking there might be something on it. There was not.
But just before closing the window I glanced at the house next door. The family room and garage end of that house faced the living room and dining room, and above , the master bedroom suite of the house I was in.
And there about 40 feet away, at the top of their broad tower-like chimney, outlined against the late fall night sky, and perched across at least 2 flues, was, it appearred, the form of a giant squat house cat. The sight was amusingly eerie, like a grammar school Halloween poster.
The thing saw me and seemed unperturbed, not scampering off. So I closed the window and forgot about it.
A few days later I saw the homeowners in the front yard.
I walked over to the lady and said, “Hey, thought you might like to know… Blah blah blah …might be a good idea to install a flue cap. We had to, to keep the cat from coming down the chimney”
The couple looked at each other, and she said, “It is not a cat, it is a racoon.”
I reacted with, “Oh man they are a nuisance they can get down the chimney, and set up on the smoke shelf; and then you have a real problem. Be careful they don’t get down the chimney”
“It has”
“Well then you have a real potential problem with making a fire .”
“We don’t use the fire place”
“But racoons are clever, they can pull up the damper flap and get down into the fire box, and then get through the spark screen into the house. It happened to my boss who had a rarely used basement fireplace.”
“He did, he lives there”
“The racoon? On the smoke shelf?
” No in the fireplace behind the glass screen doors”
They had a wild racoon living as some kind of damned quasi pet in the family room fireplace of their house. Separated from the couches and the TV, and the rest of the rooms of the house by a couple of tempered glass doors with no locking mechanism. Though apparently they had latched the handles together somehow.
They apparently fed it too …. tuna fish, or whatever.
At that I smiled and our conversation ended with pleasant nods.
I did not want to know more.
A favorite cat story was at our first house, where the cover to the laundry chute in the floor of the closet slipped open. We heard howling and frantic scratching, and found the cat two stories below in the basement. He was fine, but outraged.
Literally, smoothly, with alacrity, poise, and flair. Go girls! Women. Ladies.
Just WOW!
https://www.powerlineblog.com/archives/2021/11/liz-cheney-is-no-longer-a-republican-according-to-the-wyoming-gop.php#disqus_thread
In case you were wondering. A crucial feature of being part of the NeverTrump residue is being incurably obtuse.
Should have used Canister.
Or perhaps they’re saving that for when the Trannies muscle in.
Once upon a time, long ago, we were bit players in a horse racing partnership. The partnership’s prime thoroughbred was having some physical problems. We went up to New York to talk to the trainer. His father, a legendary trainer, said “You know, animals know how to take care of themselves. People are always calling the fire department to go up on a ladder and get their cat out of a tree. I’ve been looking up in trees all my life, and I never saw any cat skeletons up there.”
Heh!
Democratic Shoplifters Matter!!!!—
“Biden’s Pick For Top Bank Regulator Has A Troubling Shoplifting Record”
https://www.zerohedge.com/political/bidens-pick-top-bank-regulator-has-troubling-retail-theft-record
Figures.
File under: What’s ours is OURS and what’s yours is OURS. (Actually, there is no such things as “yours”…nope…not anymore…)