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I just want to say how much I loved all the well-written, sometimes witty objections to the open source boob project, thanks internets. What I want to know and haven't seen yet, is where the con com was/is during this kerfuckle. Are they planning on letting this guy back to another of their cons? They're fools if they are.
I was going to post my own thoughts about all this, about how for most of my life I thought the best way to defeat sexism was to pretend that it didn't bother me, or to come up with my own clever ways of making myself feel like garbage. The good news is that I don't do that anymore. I have a great life with a terrific gal who loves me and am in a profession that is mostly female, which does a lot for my well-being.
Rainey is like, International Bad Cat. She's two years old and delightfully rotten to the core. She'll use your lap as her operating base to inflict terror on the world, then she'll turn around to bite you for your troubles. And then she'll cuddle you and all your defenses are gone, and you love her for being the tempermental little diva.
Robbie says Nerts to You.
I love how grumpy Persians look even though every one I've ever met has been as sweet as mixed berry pie. Stewart was brought in for "litterbox problems," which almost always means that the previous owner was a filthy slob who couldn't be arsed to clean his cat's litterbox for a few weeks and then was surprised when his cat didn't want to use it anymore. Stewart's better off where he is. Persians never stay very long.
Humans make excellent neckbraces.
Paralytically Cute Petey. I wanted to nom him. In fact there might be a few teeth marks but that's between me and him. NOM NOM NOM.
Declawed cats always have a stressful time in the shelter, they're so much more anxious than their friends who still have their points. (I don't get people who declaw their cats. Is their couch really that valuable? Did Archduke Ferdinand bequeath his leather sectional just before he snuffed it? It's a mystery.) When you pick Pepper up, he yells so loudly that all the dogs stop what they're doing and stare. (Is it a snack, a trap, or...? ) The other day I was holding him and realized I'd forgotten my brush, so I went to the grooming area to get one. Pepper tried to hold on to my leg with both paws so I had to pry him off, then he sat by the door and yelled for me to come back. I can't imagine ever getting rid of a cat like this, he breaks my heart.
Please someone caption this, it's loltastic.
If you know someone who's looking to adopt a doofus and they live in Northwest Indiana, point them in this direction. /PSA
I was going to post my own thoughts about all this, about how for most of my life I thought the best way to defeat sexism was to pretend that it didn't bother me, or to come up with my own clever ways of making myself feel like garbage. The good news is that I don't do that anymore. I have a great life with a terrific gal who loves me and am in a profession that is mostly female, which does a lot for my well-being.
Rainey is like, International Bad Cat. She's two years old and delightfully rotten to the core. She'll use your lap as her operating base to inflict terror on the world, then she'll turn around to bite you for your troubles. And then she'll cuddle you and all your defenses are gone, and you love her for being the tempermental little diva.
Robbie says Nerts to You.
I love how grumpy Persians look even though every one I've ever met has been as sweet as mixed berry pie. Stewart was brought in for "litterbox problems," which almost always means that the previous owner was a filthy slob who couldn't be arsed to clean his cat's litterbox for a few weeks and then was surprised when his cat didn't want to use it anymore. Stewart's better off where he is. Persians never stay very long.
Humans make excellent neckbraces.
Paralytically Cute Petey. I wanted to nom him. In fact there might be a few teeth marks but that's between me and him. NOM NOM NOM.
Declawed cats always have a stressful time in the shelter, they're so much more anxious than their friends who still have their points. (I don't get people who declaw their cats. Is their couch really that valuable? Did Archduke Ferdinand bequeath his leather sectional just before he snuffed it? It's a mystery.) When you pick Pepper up, he yells so loudly that all the dogs stop what they're doing and stare. (Is it a snack, a trap, or...? ) The other day I was holding him and realized I'd forgotten my brush, so I went to the grooming area to get one. Pepper tried to hold on to my leg with both paws so I had to pry him off, then he sat by the door and yelled for me to come back. I can't imagine ever getting rid of a cat like this, he breaks my heart.
Please someone caption this, it's loltastic.
If you know someone who's looking to adopt a doofus and they live in Northwest Indiana, point them in this direction. /PSA
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I've always been appalled by the idea of de-clawing cats, and I'm really glad that it was never even considered for ours.
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Why is poor Stewart all nakey from the neck down, though?
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Anyway, my cat macro, let me show u it.
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That's it!
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Me, too. It was heartening to read the unapologetic revulsion. The rationale (from the men and women involved) reads a lot like the Girls Gone Wild rationalization, and I hate that all out of proportion, too. Joe Francis is my enemy (http://www.latimes.com/features/printedition/magazine/la-tm-gonewild32aug06,0,5620406.story).
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*clicks link*
Ew. Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew.
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Re: Joe Francis. Ew! Exactly. I was hoping you would validate my hate.
Also, I'm forever out of step with everyone else. I like the kitty cats, too. I admit to guffawing at Stewart the Persian, because great big serious head and skinny little body is comedy gold. But, you know, yay cats. Yay, you.
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That is all. (I'm not in the right state. =( )
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Amen to that. And then they act all surprised when their cats start behaving differently. Well no shit, how would you feel if someone hacked off half of your toes?
Pepper tried to hold on to my leg with both paws so I had to pry him off, then he sat by the door and yelled for me to come back.
Okay, I think my heart just shattered all over the floor. I hope you realize I'm not cleaning that up.
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Not a problem. :D Someone is going to take a look at Pepper and fall for him as hard as I have-- he's my sweet ickle fraidy.
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Has nine. No can has more.
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The whole idea of declawing just makes me sad. I could never even consider doing that to a cat!
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And that's why our couch looks like crap. Cats > couch. Actually, if you look at it from a strictly fiscal perspective, our Katrina kitten alone cost us more in medical bills the first week we had her (and that was before the spay) than any piece of furniture we own. Much more interested in keeping her intact.
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I worked as a vet tech for about five minutes and had to see a declaw. If I hadn't already decided never to electively declaw an animal, I would have made the decision then.
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Concom members aren't everywhere, and unless somebody complains, this sort of thing won't be noticed. (Speaking from experience, even if someone complains, it's anyone's guess whether something will be done.) One would hope that they'll pre-emptively ban it next year.
I don't get people who declaw their cats. Is their couch really that valuable? Did Archduke Ferdinand bequeath his leather sectional just before he snuffed it? It's a mystery.
I don't know how it's sold now, but when I was little, de-clawing was promoted as completely harmless and good for inside cats, because...um...I was fuzzy on that part. Since Pudy was in obvious pain when she came home from having hers done, this was evidently untrue. Alas, I was five and had no say in the matter.
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I hope so too. I guess I was wondering where are the blog posts from the con com about this. Maybe they did know about it and didn't think it was that big a deal at the time and are playing cya.
Alas, I was five and had no say in the matter.
Hey, is okay. Pudy still loved you in spite of your obvious human qualities.