Category Archives: Animals

OUCH MY BONES

HAVE SOME ZOO PICTURES ‘cause I keep forgetting to post them.
Well, they’re not “zoo pictures” really. They’re just the butterflies.
BUT THAT TOTALLY COUNTS ‘CAUSE BUTTERFLIES

(I’m hyper.)

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Atlas moths are the best.

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Oh, and have a video of these guys. Not sure if this is like a pre-mating thing or if the fluttering one is just having fun annoying the other.

Sorry I don’t have anything more to say today! I spent most of the day doing class prep, which is super fun but time consuming.

Annabelle

I have some bad news, y’all.

My sweet little Annabelle had a stroke and isn’t doing too well right now.

Peter called my mom and told her that they were taking her to the vet the other day because she was walking funny and acting strange, and it sounds like the cause of that was a stroke, not something simpler/treatable like a thyroid issue as we were originally hoping.

So I’m not sure how much longer she’s got, and it’s making me so, so sad. I’ve just spent the past hour or so crying.

Poor little thing. Send her good thoughts, huh?

CAT

LOOK AT HOW CUTE JAZZY IS.

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That is all.

Jazzy Cat

‘Sup, fools?

So I haven’t taken any pictures of Jazzy using my actual camera, mainly because at first I thought she’d be afraid of it, and then later just never had it around. The other day, though, she was posing on the coffee table and was half asleep, so I was able to get my camera and get two decent shots of her.

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Sorry, just wanted to spam you with a few cat pictures, ‘cause I don’t do that enough on here.

Cat Tunes

I should crank a sample for Jazzy one day and see how she responds to it. It’s an interesting idea.

Also, Bacon is super cute.

Honey, I Shrunk the Quail

You guys want to see the cutest birds ever?

Behold: BUTTON QUAILS!

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(Photos from here.)

THE ONE ON THE RIGHT IN THAT MIDDLE PHOTO IS A BABY BUTTON QUAIL.

Have a video.

They had a button quail a while back at the pet store where we got Jazzy and it was super cute.

NEWS!

We got a kitty!

This actually happened yesterday, but I needed to rant about Google yesterday and Jasmine (our new kitty) is super, super shy anyway and we haven’t interacted with her much. But she’s the quietest, smallest, sweetest little thing ever! Nate and I were discussing getting a cat after Christmas sometime, but when we saw Jasmine, it was basically instant love.

We got her at a pet store, but the pet store sells rescue animals from the Animal Rescue Foundation of Alberta. Jasmine was rescued from a hoarder home that had a total of 40 cats in it. She’s missing a whole bunch of teeth, but is super sweet and chill. She’s really scared right now, but we expected that, especially since she had to get a few teeth pulled before we could take her home and her mouth is probably very sore. I’ll update y’all with pictures once she gets more comfortable around us and a camera doesn’t scare her.

Edit: holy freaking crap, she’s the loudest purring cat EVER. It’s wonderful.

Edit 2: she loves it when Nate and I sit on the couch together. She jumps up next to him and rolls around while we love her.

Edit 3: these are the best pictures I can take of her right now. She’s not like Annabelle, who would pose for the camera when she saw it.

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“Bambi…I didn’t know you could fly!”

Pretend for a second that you have no idea what a bird is. You know what beaks, feathers, wings, etc. are, but you don’t know what a bird is.
Now read the following:

Birds (class Aves or clade Avialae) are feathered, winged, two-legged, warm-blooded, egg-laying vertebrates.

Modern birds are characterised by feathers, a beak with no teeth, the laying of hard-shelled eggs, a high metabolic rate, a four-chambered heart, and a lightweight but strong skeleton. Extant birds have more or less developed wings; the most recent species without wings was the moa, which is generally considered to have become extinct in the 16th century. Wings are evolved forelimbs, and most bird species can fly.

Birds are social, communicating with visual signals, calls, and songs, and participating in such social behaviours as cooperative breeding and hunting, flocking, and mobbing of predators.

These are all from Wiki’s page on birds. You can’t tell me that from these descriptors that birds don’t sound fucking terrifying.

TOOTHLESS-BEAKED PREDATOR-MOBBING DEATH-BOMBS FROM ABOVE!

Okay, I’m done. Back to studying.

Annabelle (not the movie)

It’s my kitty’s birthday today!

Since she’s all the way back in Moscow and I miss her, I shall spam you with photos. ‘Cause why not.

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CATZ

For the past five months or so, my mom and I have made it a routine to go visit the Humane Society on Friday afternoons. So today we went and I said goodbye to all the cool kitties there. Here are some pics of my favorites.

This is Cleo. She’s freaking awesome and needs to be adopted! I think the reason she hasn’t yet is because there’s a big warning on her cage that she does NOT get along with other cats. She’s super friendly with people, though.

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This is Cheshire. He’s giant. My foot is for scale purposes.

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Martina! She’s been there for like 6 years now. In the pic she’s getting love from my mom.

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YAY CATZ!

NEW KITTEN!

My mom adopted a kitten from the Humane Society! Observe the cuteness:

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(New and better pic inserted, ‘cause the old one was grainy and blurry.)

His name is Raymond Cat and he’s probably the most chill cat I’ve ever seen. I’ve heard him meow like twice and he just kind of goes with the flow.

SO MUCH LOVE!

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There’s a new giant orange cat at the Humane Society! His name is Tiny and his info says he’s 22 pounds. Not as big as Jupiter, but he’s still pretty big. He’s a lover, so I bet he’ll be adopted soon.

Have a rainbow!

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Sorry, not much going on today.

Whyyyyyyyyyyyy

My big sweet Humane Society cat, Jupiter, got adopted, and I am simultaneously very happy and very sad. I could have never taken her to Calgary (practically no apartments allow pets there), but I wish I could have loved her one more time. I haven’t felt such a connection with a cat in a loooong time. I’m sad I didn’t get to say goodbye, but I’m glad someone else out there will love her.

Gonna go cry now.

Help

I’m in love with a cat at the Humane Society.
Serious love.
But I’m heading north in like two months.

Her name is Elle, but I call her Jupiter because she’s waaaaaaaaay huge. She’s at least 20 pounds, is super bow-legged, and is a big roly-poly love.

I really, really, really like her (and I think she likes me, too) and I’d totally adopt her and take her with me to Calgary if I knew that she’d be okay. I’m not taking Annabelle because she was phenomenally miserable in Van and I think it would be a repeat of that…that’s another thing I’m afraid of, I don’t want Jupiter to be miserable, either. I also have no idea how she’d handle a car ride that long.

But NNNNNNNNF I love her.

I hope that she gets adopted by someone who can really care for her and give her all the love she deserves.

Catz

There’s this super spazzy black cat that’s been hanging around the house. We call him “Boyfriend Cat” because we like to pretend he’s Annabelle’s boyfriend (even though she’d probably murder him if she got the chance).

He’s got a very high voice and just goes “MEWMEWMEWMEWMEWMEWMEWMEWMEWMEWMEWMEWMEW!” when he sees you. I’m not sure if he’s someone’s cat or not—he’s not super skinny, but he pigs out like he hasn’t had food in days and he doesn’t have a collar.

Pics!

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Pretty boy.

THIS IS SO IMPORTANT

Snagged from here.


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(Cater)Pillars of Society

Look at these freaking caterpillars. They look like fluff parties. I want to roll in them.*

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(Pictures from here and here, respectively)

These are asp caterpillars (or puss caterpillars) and they grow up to look like these badass moths (flannel moths, they’re called):

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(Pic from here)

And I found a video! Tell me this isn’t the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. It’s like a sentient cotton ball.

I love these. They’re Donald Trump in insect form.

*Not a good idea. Their soft-looking coats are actually a ton of spines full of skin-irritating venom.

So we saw Wilford Brimley in bunny form at the fair.

Beetus Bunny

DIABEETIS-BEETIS-BEETIS-BEETIS-BEETIS-BEETIS-BEETIS

Oh gross

Invincible bug attack!

So what is it with me and random insect infestations? I try to be super careful about leaving nasty-smelling stuff around with my anosmia and all. And half the time it hasn’t even been my fault (the flies in the house, the fruit flies in Van, the mice (even though those aren’t insects, shut up, they were crawling up out of the floor)).

So now I’ve had these itty bitty moth-like creatures living in my sink drain for about half a week. Their population had grown to the point where about 20 or so would fly up out of the drain whenever I turned the water on, so something had to be done.

Using an old mascara wand and fighting off the warrior bugs sent out to deter me from destroying their little nest, I successfully remove a freakishly large wad of hair (not mine—it was blonde) from the sink. This causes like 100 more bugs to flip out and start flying around my bathroom like little fighter jets, so I re-plug the sink with a paper towel while I go downstairs in search of bleach. I couldn’t find any, so I used the next best thing: Windex. Which apparently gives this particular species of bug super powers. I poured a cup or so down the drain and the mightiest of the winged things (like 100 more of them) rose up in a frenzied death-driven kamikaze mission to take me out. Which was fun, especially considering I had nothing to swat them with but the bottle of Windex and a roll of paper towels.

So I also dumped a bunch of nail polish remover down there and then plugged the drain back up with a paper towel. Then I killed as many of the ones still flying around as I could, shut my bathroom door, plugged the bottom draft thingy with a towel, and haven’t been back in there since.

Fun and exciting times.

In This Blog: Claudia vs. Dog

OW.

So this afternoon I went walking, as I am wont to do. I walked until I hit the dead end of the main drag around here (it certainly screams “Middle of Nowhere” when the main drag dead ends, haha), then went down a different road for about five miles before turning around to get back home. On the way back, walking on the opposite side of the road, I came across a two-foot-long skinny metal rod thingy that had a hooked end. Me being me, I picked it up and started playing with it and decided to take it home with me.

On my way back I turned back onto the main drag near its dead end. A lot of people (like 90% of them) keep dogs around here, and the vast majority of them spaz out and bark at passers-by from within their fenced yards. So imagine my surprise when I catch a loose dog out of the corner of my eye as it jaunts up to me, curious as to why I was walking down the street.

It seemed friendly enough and was wagging its tail, so I said “hello, doggie!” as I continued walking by. It then proceeded to flip out. All of a sudden it started growling and barking and getting real aggressive. It didn’t do anything to me at first, so I kept walking (albeit a bit more cautiously), hoping that it would return to its yard. Then it grabbed my ankle, shaking and pulling, trying to take me down. Which it would have done had I been any smaller or the dog any bigger.

Seriously, it was ready to critically injure me.

So I yank my ankle free and turn around, holding the metal rod out (finally remembering I had it) as menacingly as possible, trying to just get the dog to back down. As slowly as I was backing up to get out of its territory (wherever he deemed that to be; he had followed me already past the property to which I thought he belonged), the dog was still flipping out, lurching at me, growling, barking, ready to bite me again. The only thing that was staving him off was my swinging of the metal rod. I don’t know what would have happened had I not picked that up and carried it with me.

And of course there was no traffic on the road and no one was out in their yards, so there would be no witnesses had that dog decided to take me down. As it was, we had a good 10 minutes of me trying to scare it off with the rod and it aggressively pursuing me as best it could with a metal rod swinging in front of its face.

Not a fun time.

Luckily there were no bite marks or anything; he tore the bottom of my pants up pretty good, but that’s about it. It hurts to walk right now, but I don’t think it’ll hurt much tomorrow.

Exciting times in Arizona, am I right?