Liz and I went to visit our parents in the Philly suburbs for Easter, which also gave us a chance to check in with Buffy, who move in with my folks since January.
What was initially intended as a cat-sitting visit turned into long-term residence because she seemed so much happier there. I think at her age (we think around 14) and temperament, the quieter surroundings suit her. She also never got along with Max, who is nine years younger and can be kind of a bully.
As you can see, Buffy’s favorite activities include lounging on sofas, lounging on the rocking chair, and lounging in sunbeams. It’s nice to see she’s doing well.
Also great, of course, to see my family and a couple of friends. My aunt was in town as well, and she and Liz and I had the ride back to NYC on New Jersey Transit to catch up. Pretty good way to salvage a weekend that began with an epic stomach virus on Thursday night. Happy Easter, everybody.
As I said yesterday, I’m working to remedy the lack of kitty content on this blog–particularly my cats. So here’s Mozart, one of our two boys, catching treats and playing his favorite game knocking things off a shelf.
I am working on getting some new videos uploaded, now that I’ve finished the book draft. In general they’ll be the usual substantive material I’ve uploaded in the past, but for now just enjoy the kitty.
I don’t want that awful Wiser’s whiskey commercial on top of my blog. Here are some cats getting the better of their eternal nemeses. Enjoy.
Few things stick in my craw more than perpetuating bad information, particularly when it comes from a respected community of medical professionals and major media outlets. This weekend, the story broke of Ron Reese, a Tampa-area man who died of a necrotic wound on the back of his neck. Reese’s doctor diagnosed him with a bite from a brown recluse spider, and the media reported as much: “Man Dies From Brown Recluse Bite.”
My sympathies go to Mr. Reese and his family, of course, but the reason I’m posting is because Ron Reese was almost certainly NOT killed by a brown recluse spider. How can I say this? Because there are no brown recluse spiders in the Tampa area.
Rick Vetter is an entomologist at the University of California Riverside who has dedicated himself to fighting the myth of the brown recluse spider bite. See, each year multiple thousands of brown recluse spider bites are reported by medical authorities across the United States–but the vast majority of these diagnoses are almost certainly wrong, because they happen in places brown recluse spiders don’t exist. Continue Reading
This week, America saw clouds that are named after boobs! Also: We are the first generation of humans to realize birds aren’t just descended from dinosaurs–they are a living type of dinosaur! That means Big Bird, Donald Duck, and Foghorn Leghorn… all dinosaurs.