Would you like fruit with your cat food?
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pjthompsonQuote of the day:
"In the court of birds, the bug never wins his case."
—African proverb
And speaking of social injustice of the day: I spent the weekend getting deeply acquainted with Pink's song, "Dear Mr. President." God, I love that song. She lays it all bare with quiet passion.
ETA: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kmkibble75 for the Pink video.
In other news:
While I was over at iTunes, I also downloaded a few tunes from Sergio Mendes's new album, Timeless, in which he collaborates with Will.i.am of the Black Eyed Peas (and others). Who knew hip hop and bosanova could sound so good together? Check out "Mas Que Nada."
Other than that, I did a little cooking and some research reading this weekend. I made a marinated London broil with olive oil and soy sauce n' stuff, and my pasta vinaigrette and dang that was good, if I do say so.
And we discovered about a week ago that an adolescent possum (quite a bit smaller than the full grown variety) had taken up residence in the rafters of the garage. (Yeah, I know it's opossum, but for generations my peeps have been saying possum and I'd feel strange calling it otherwise.) (And I ain't going to use no hyphen in front, neither.)
Anyway, this little girl comes out at night and eats the Princess Underfoot rejected cat food we leave out for strays and slips into the garage early in the morning to sleep the day away. She gets in through a smallish hole. We decided we're okay with her sleeping in the rafters, especially since we discovered this weekend that she's got babies. Since we discovered that, we've been leaving fruit near her escape hole to supplement the cat food.
How do we know she's got babies? Possum babies, once they come out of the pouch, ride around on their mother's back until they can fend for themselves. They're so little and cute! The babies peak down from the rafters and their little heads are no bigger than a large walnut shell--and those big, dark eyes. Adorable.
Yeah, adorable. People get freaky about possums, but they're really shy and retiring creatures. They'd rather run away than fight. "But they're so ugly!" people say when we tell them we like possums. Right, so only pretty critters are allowed to live unmolested, I guess. Our vet likes possums, too. In fact, several years ago when a mother possum got killed in the neighborhood, the roommate and I gathered the babies up and took them to the vet. She hand-raised them until they were old enough to go to a nature center.
Adorableness:
http://community.webshots.com/photo/42346258/1528865956025665264YjhDcN
http://www.uky.edu/Ag/Forestry/TBarnes/Web%20pages/MAMMALS/pages/baby%20possum.htm
http://www.kanachart.com/images/eatstuff/animals/babypossum.jpg
"In the court of birds, the bug never wins his case."
—African proverb
And speaking of social injustice of the day: I spent the weekend getting deeply acquainted with Pink's song, "Dear Mr. President." God, I love that song. She lays it all bare with quiet passion.
ETA: Thanks to
kmkibble75 for the Pink video.In other news:
While I was over at iTunes, I also downloaded a few tunes from Sergio Mendes's new album, Timeless, in which he collaborates with Will.i.am of the Black Eyed Peas (and others). Who knew hip hop and bosanova could sound so good together? Check out "Mas Que Nada."
Other than that, I did a little cooking and some research reading this weekend. I made a marinated London broil with olive oil and soy sauce n' stuff, and my pasta vinaigrette and dang that was good, if I do say so.
And we discovered about a week ago that an adolescent possum (quite a bit smaller than the full grown variety) had taken up residence in the rafters of the garage. (Yeah, I know it's opossum, but for generations my peeps have been saying possum and I'd feel strange calling it otherwise.) (And I ain't going to use no hyphen in front, neither.)
Anyway, this little girl comes out at night and eats the Princess Underfoot rejected cat food we leave out for strays and slips into the garage early in the morning to sleep the day away. She gets in through a smallish hole. We decided we're okay with her sleeping in the rafters, especially since we discovered this weekend that she's got babies. Since we discovered that, we've been leaving fruit near her escape hole to supplement the cat food.
How do we know she's got babies? Possum babies, once they come out of the pouch, ride around on their mother's back until they can fend for themselves. They're so little and cute! The babies peak down from the rafters and their little heads are no bigger than a large walnut shell--and those big, dark eyes. Adorable.
Yeah, adorable. People get freaky about possums, but they're really shy and retiring creatures. They'd rather run away than fight. "But they're so ugly!" people say when we tell them we like possums. Right, so only pretty critters are allowed to live unmolested, I guess. Our vet likes possums, too. In fact, several years ago when a mother possum got killed in the neighborhood, the roommate and I gathered the babies up and took them to the vet. She hand-raised them until they were old enough to go to a nature center.
Adorableness:
http://community.webshots.com/photo/42346258/1528865956025665264YjhDcN
http://www.uky.edu/Ag/Forestry/TBarnes/Web%20pages/MAMMALS/pages/baby%20possum.htm
http://www.kanachart.com/images/eatstuff/animals/babypossum.jpg
