Yves here. We are on a holiday schedule through Monday. I nevertheless am busy with eldercare matters (interviewing new agencies, gah) which is why no original posts today. Hope your holiday is fun or at least restful.
Finally, the amended bill creates a practical problem: by exposing online service providers to potential liability for user-generated content in over 50 jurisdictions, operators of these platforms would have to contend with following dozens of varying state mandates about how to run something as simple as a comments section.
Offering a story and a photo. Last Friday, an animal control officer turned up on my porch – said my neighbor had called regarding a kitten on her deck. The kitten had fled under my deck. The officer couldn’t really take the kitten forcefully because it didn’t appear injured, but said we could call to have it collected if it came out. He didn’t know that I am a desperate cat lover married to a person that has allergies so bad he gets 4 immunotherapy shots a week.
So I instantly put out a can of tuna by the deck. It was all I had. That evening, the food had been hit so I walked the yard. The kitten was in my shed, so weak and near to death she couldn’t get away from me. She kept blacking out in my hands as I inspected her. She never bit or scratched me. I put more tuna and water out and put her back where I found her since she could not come in the house and if she was there in the morning, I would go get kibble and such for her.
Well, she was there. And she was more lively. And friendly. Not feral at all. She was nothing but bones under all her fluff. So kibble and dewormer was achieved and she began recovering from near death.
This photo was taken last night, 5 days after her discovery. We think she is at least part Maine Coon and she is absolutely smitten with my family. Even Allergic Husband cannot resist offering her a few scritches now and then (followed immediately with handwashing and maybe a benedryl).
She is going to be a stunningly beautiful cat. We have several people interested in offering her a forever home but no one has committed quite yet. Today, she is zooming around the back yard tackling acorn caps and hunting grasshoppers. I named her Purrmengarde (after Ermengarde, the grandmother of Henry Plantagenet because I am a super 12th century history nerd).
Anyway, that is a long story for a tiny 5 ounce kitten, but I thought the Blog might find her Antidote-worthy.