While folding clothes during laundry day, we turn around for one minute to retrieve our second load of whites and are greeted with this upon our return:
Our cat thinks she’s helping out.
Lord help me, but I just could not turn away from this video. As I watched my mind raced in horror, unsure what was about to unfold before me. ”Is this something that’s going to keep me up at night?” I wondered.
But then again, I tend to blow things out of proportion. Go on, ignore my dire warnings and watch what some would call a “miracle of nature”.
I just call it creepy…
I’m just glad we humans aren’t forced to shed our exoskeletons each time we outgrow them. But if we did, would we have to call in to work and burn up a sick day as our jelly-like skin hardened up enough to maintain shape? Would there be exoskeleton-porn sites online? Would doctors use crab crackers to open us up during surgery? Would hockey players have to wear pads? Would hot tubs and saunas exist?
So many questions, so few good ones…
Let’s hear it for that great equalizer…insomnia!
I haven’t been sleeping well these past few nights. Whatever the reason, I just can’t fall asleep. I’ll toss and turn, eyeballing the red glowing clock through razor slits for eyes as it ticks past 1am…2am…3am. And just when I’m about to pass out, right when I can feel the world begin to melt away in a warm, slow tumble, I catch myself and wake right up.
Morning arrives quickly, the day goes by far too slowly, and before I know it it’s time to start the whole ritual all over again.
This video is an excellent example of how I’ve been feeling these past few days:
I think the root cause stems from work. I’ve had one day off these past two weeks, and half of that time was spent “on call”. I haven’t had time to go on a run or hit the gym. I believe my body is revolting on me, silently urging me to find time to hit the trails and throw some iron around.
I think I might have Karin pick up Tyler from the sitter tomorrow so I can hit up Iron Mountain after work. A bit of physical abuse is just what I need to get me right…
We have a high-strung cat. To that effect, we’ve recently begun mixing in one or two of these Pet Naturals calming treats once or twice a week.
Not only do these treats have a calming effect on pets, they also apparently grant the power of flight.
They seem to work. We do notice her mellow out a bit after giving her these.
Now, I’m not here to praise this product, but rather to question the marketing tactic of this:
Are pets that picky?
After presenting my cat with treats in the shape of, oh…lets say chicken, would she turn her nose up at them because they’re not in the shape of a fish? Would her little cat brain think, “Ya know, this treat smells amazing, and even though I can’t stop drooling over the fantastic stink of it, I’m not so sure about that shape. Thanks anyway.”
Manufacturers could conceivably amass a giant, formless, amalgamous clump of this stuff, hit it repeatedly with a hammer, and package up the resulting bits and pieces and our pets wouldn’t think twice about it. What’s the point of forming this stuff into any sort of shape?
If you’re going to go through the trouble of shaping treats for pets, why not try to appeal to the owners instead of the pets? After all, the owners are the ones purchasing your product. I say form them into X-Wing Fighters, nunchucks, guitars, and the DeLorean from Back To The Future. Enough with the turkey legs and moo cows. Honestly, the pets don’t care.
