RantMom would be proud of RantWoman. Writing thank you letters was a big deal in RantWoman's childhood and RantWoman needs to thank Mayor Murray for a proclamation. Unfortunately, RantWoman has lost patience searching for the exact proclamation and will simply get about the rest of the Thank you.
The short version of the story:
RantWoman is deeply touched. Mayor Murray invited the Seattle Animal Shelter to fill City, er #KittyHall with opportunities to hang with kitties and be tempted to adopt one. This event occurred on RantWoman's birthday. Had RantWoman any other occasion to visit City, er #KittyHall, this would have been a fabulous birthday present. This year it would have been especially nice because also on RantWoman's birthday, someone RantWoman was quite fond of rudely went and died. Okay so it was after a long decline, but still.
Mayor's proclamation and press releas--which RantWoman cannot find.
Oh wait! The Queen of Spades would have NONE of any RantWoman fraternizing with other felines..
The Queen of Spades is the nom de blog of the duly licensed black domestic chorthair who has dominion over RantWoman's household. The Queen of Spades has a number of endearing behaviors http://rantwomanrsof.blogspot.com/2014/07/zen-cat-to-rescue.html
Alas, the Queen of Spades is a bit of a jealous companion. She would be having none of any #KittyHall visitations. But she does reckon wiht a certain RantWoman Big Sister vibe and suggest the following sequence of morality stories is probably on point. RantWoman also notes that The Queen of Spades better count herself lucky never to have encountered the Seattle Animal Shelter and enthusiastically recommends responsibility on the part of other humans involved with kitties.
A tale of two, well, three kitties, hamsterama, and Wonder Chihuahua.
The Queen of Meow and her brother, kitties 1 and 2 were born in MT at the home of the Rant Children's former piano teacher. They reached weaning age about the time Little Sister and future husband made a summer journey to MT. The kittens were probably used to having half of southeastern MT to run around in. Unfortunately seducing Little Sister meant that they came to Seattle and settled into a Belltown studio.
Settled is a word used with caution. They were kittens. The humans were gone all day so the kittens had plenty of time to sleep and store up energy for night after night of romping and running back and forth from one end of the apartment to another. The Queen of Meow was always more sociable than her brother; RantWoman feels a pang and wonders if a different approach on the part of the humans might have...
Along came kitty PUBERTY and thoughts of sanity for humans and separating kittens. Little Sister found a home for the Queen of Meow but took her brother to the Animal shelter one morning. By the end of the day, Little Sister changed her mind and called back. But she learned it was too late. Rest in Peace , Brother kitty. RantWoman making sad face.
The Queen of Meow went off to live with church friend of Little Sisters. Church Friend called Little Sister shortly after RantDad Died and RantWoman had made a remark "I think Iwill get a cat." The Queen of Meow was pale substitute for RantDad but more than enough to take RantWoman's mind off at least SOME of the grief.
At this point, the Queen of Meow was about a year old. She still loved to run from one end of apartment to another at all hours of day and night. RantWoman is a generous sort and does not necessarily mind short-term stints as part of kitty running track. After about two weeks of this, RantWoman decided that sleep was imperative. RantWoman lived on a ground floor with a door that opened directly to the outdoors. RantWoman is aware of the hazards facing outdoor kitties in the city. RantWoman counts herself and kitty lucky: The Queen of Meow proved a match for the mean streets.
More than a decade passed. The Queen of Meow charmed and endeared and tragically developed mouth cancer. But she had a good run and earned a burial outdoors under a tree.
Meanwhile enter the Big Purple Group Home, domicile of a friend of RantWomans. . If one is going to wind up with more colorful housemates than one would perhaps desire, why would there not also be a pregnant teenage mom cat show up one day? The future Queen of Spades apparently had fallen under the sway of a big orange tom who lived nearby and she shortly delivered kittens behind the rainbarrel at the Big Purple Group House.
All of the kittens found homes and The Queen of Spades went off to live with another friend of RantWoman's; however, she came to RantWoman's one time for a catsit and, agreeably for both RantWoman and kitty, has stayed ever since.
RantWoman would have been happy to stop here but along came Hamsterama. Little Sister and Irrepressible Nephew (and Brother in law, but...) somehow acquired a pair of Siberian hamsters. One pair. It was not very long before Little Sister was having to spend a lot of time trying to sex baby hamsters and Irrepressible Nephew was getting early age exposure to the wonders of exponential growth.. Little Sister tried to adopt out. She tried to sell. Finally the hamsters, a ridiculously large number of hamsters, went to the Animal Shelter and debuted shortly after on the shelter webpage.
RantWoman does not even want to guess the hamsters' fate. RantWoman simply wants to note one more moment of family heartbreak. At some point a good while after Hamsterama, Little Sister and Irrepressible Nephew thought of adopting a dog. They thought of going to the Animal Shelter. They even pickedout a dog and fell in love. Then computers whirred and the Hamsterama rap sheet came up and ....
When Little Sister and family failed in their quest to adopt a dog from the animal shelter, they instead hookedup online with a perfectly fin wonder chihuahua and RantWoman will refrain from furhter comment.
The Queen of Spades is much less restrained. She righteously entreats all humans please to try to avoid having your creatures land at the animal shelter in the first place. And RantWoman hopes everyone who visited #kittyHall had a grand time.
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