I also like the slow motion portion where you can see the effect of applied pressure on the leg.

from here: https://gfycat.com/sparklingofficialaustraliancattledog

We have three felines.  They are each distinct characters.  Jake has been around these parts the longest and is the male.  He has been surgically altered, but is still the male cat.  (Funny how that doesn’t change things much.)  Next came Pearl.  She is the silent one of the group.  We have actually been training her to speak.  If she wants a treat, she has to meow.  She mostly would rather avoid confrontation with any others and stays by herself.  We have been working with her for a few years and she is actually starting to come up and spend time with us.  The tail end is Whiskers.  She is the youngest cat, and a hormonal teenager.  (in cat years that is)  She hasn’t been surgically altered, but that is in her future.  We’re hoping it will quiet her cycles.  Quite being the operative word.  That would be associated with sleeping through the night.

Anyways, what these three have in common is basic life needs: food, water, cat pan.  The food dispenser is a battery powered unit which was programmable and provides three meals per day.  With much battle, a water bowl was added to the automated list and has been operating for a couple of months.  The last item needed to attain full automation would be a cat pan which would scoop itself.  Well, there is one which comes close.  It is the Cat Genie.  The thing had promise of small pellets which would be washed and dried daily to allow a continuously clean cat pan.  No scooping.  Yea!  Once the opportunity presented itself, we obtained a unit.  It does take up a bit of floor space – about two feet by 19 inches.  The bowl is round in front and the mechanism is box-like on the back.  Amazon has them and one was showing the other day cheaper than we paid for this one.  Anyways, we unpacked it and started assembling it on the bedroom floor.  Jake immediately started to use the unit.  We moved him off and started the hook-up in the bathroom.  While there, before the hook-ups were finished, Whiskers blessed the unit with its first baptism.  We finally got the hook-ups and spouseinbox started programming it.  The unit ran its first time.  The scooper moved down to the pellets and the bowl started to turn.  The valve for the water opened and all the retained air in the line made an immediate exit with the appropriate pow sound.  All the cats jumped.

After that first cleaning, all three felines sat at respectful distances and eyed the unit.  Whiskers proved more brave than the other two while approaching with back feet stretched and back low to the ground.   She inched forward until her nose was near the front and just as her nose was about to touch the rim, jumped backwards just like rubber bands stretched from the bathroom door had done their deed.  Jake maintained his superior stance on the counter overlooking the unit and would sit there and stare.  Pearl just avoided it and would hop on the toilet, then over to the food and water.  The automated cat pan was off to a bad start.  Nothing like scaring the crap out of the users to set up a new relationship.

The booklet which came with the unit advised to leave the old pan there, but not clean it.  We tried that stance and were rewarded with poop on the bed.  No one can say the cats don’t know how to express themselves.  Since there were three, we had no real idea who the real culprit was, but had a guess.  Now what to do.  We started locking the cats up in the bathroom with the unit for most of the day.  That way, they would be there when the machine did its cleaning and have to experience its behavior.  This would also assure us a clean bed.  Win, win, I thought.  We would let out the cats when we were home and washed full bedding two more times – for urine.  I was having pictures of placing wires across the blankets and hooking them up to an old Ford spark coil.  Of course that would be a lot of work and I didn’t have the time.  Oh well.  We kept doing the cats in the bathroom for a while and as of last weekend, I took the horrific old cat pan out to the garbage and dumped the residue.  If anyone wants some material for biological warfare, I know how to supply.

We kept in the cats for a couple more days, and started to notice first Jake, then Pearl, and finally Whiskers used the automated unit.  As of today, the cats were provided freedom and the bed is good for us to sleep.  Yea!  We finally have the cat care automated.  It only took about three weeks of retraining.

Addendum: I found a video of the cleaning cycle so you can see what freaked out my clan.   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UeJ7hU5zcuQ

The longer I am on this circumnavigational sphere, the more I realize that problems are a part of everyone’s life.  I previously mentioned the new finding of cancer in our household and shared that with the Kairos group this weekend.  When split in to prayer groups, represented in our group was cancer, loss of a family member, and horrible problems at work – interpersonal and spilling into family life.  It struck me that as problematic as our particular issue may be, we are no different from someone else – only differences in form.  That being stated, there is only one answer for everyone’s issues – God.

Spouseinbox and I are having quite a summer.   I will skip most details, but tell you like I said at work yesterday – “I’m tying a knot and hanging on.”  Let me back up a bit.  There are two bits of information key to the story.  We work in Kairos prison ministry and I am in charge for this coming fall.  That being the case, it’s up to me to set all the meeting locations, times, and get ready the materials for the education of all volunteers.  I felt the need to add an additional short meeting to the front of the schedule, but only half a day.  Some fussed, but I held my ground as that is what I thought I was supposed to do.  This comes under one of those spiritual things, where you do something as you believe it needs to be done, but have very little to explain that impression.

Next issue is spouseinbox.  My lovely spouse is a cardiac surgery patient from decades ago.  Actually, it had been long enough that we decided to ask about a cardiac specialist to check the area and found one in Big City, Tx.  As specialists go, this one followed suit and requested a bunch of testing to better look at the areas in question.  This involved three trips to Big City to do all the testing requested.  As results returned, the reports were disseminated to the various other specialists according to what was found.  One item noted was a spot on the thyroid.  This was sent to the endocrinologist who wanted a visit.  Of course.  That visit was made and this time the endocrinologist stated he wanted a biopsy of the area.  This was scheduled and we went recently to that procedure.

As this is happening, we are fighting bed bugs in the house, bagging up every piece of cloth to be processed and still preparing for the coming Kairos meetings.  This seems to be like the nursing adage “everything only happens all at once.”  The first meeting for the Kairos was set for this Saturday.  I received a text from spouseinbox saying, “call me!!” and thought, “Oh crap.”  This was not a normal occurrence.  I went to the back window for better reception and to be left alone for a moment.  Spouse inbox said that the endocrinologist called and informed us we were looking at thyroid cancer and the recommended plan was thyroidectomy.  Ike.  Talk about having shakes and emotional state which is hard to describe.  I came away looking through an invisible parka hood.  You remember those from Alaska designed to keep ones face from freezing off?  I leaned on the nurse station and was lost for a bit in what had just been poured on us while other regular daily needs kept coming at their usual pace.

I have a great crew.  They allowed me a minute to start processing and then I tried to get back into the daily routine.  It wasn’t a usual day.  There was a professor many years ago showing two cervical cups utilized for contraception.  The professor asked why the difference in size and stated the larger one was for usage after birth.  “After certain events, there is no going back.”  As I had a moment, I called the surgeon who spouseinbox sees and told them to be ready for the information from the endocrinologist as we would need to schedule a visit.  Not too long later my desk phone rang.  It was the surgeon’s office.  They would definitely see spouseinbox and had an opening this Saturday at 1230.  You know, that is the time I had the meeting scheduled to end.

I started to realize the coincidences involved and let you know God is in charge.  The cancer was found “incidentally” by a scan for a completely different issue and will be checked on a date given by a doctor on the same day as our meetings set up three months ago on a time when we could be free.  It was also discovered in a small enough stage that the survivability odds are really good.  Amazing.  God is.

This is an older article I had left in my draft folder and decided to pull out this morning.

Read here.

Excerpt:  Flynn wasn’t just some target to show off for the deep state, he wasn’t just an example to everyone else.  Flynn represented a threat to them of the greatest caliber.  This wasn’t random.  Michael Flynn has character and knows as much as they do.  This made him their number one threat.

One wouldn’t get this level of observation by watching the MSP  (Main Stream Propagandists) alphabet word readers.  That’s why I like the blogs.

In keeping with the end of the article, I consider and actually believe that Trump has his closest confidants and the MSP don’t really know who they are.  At least I hold that as a hopeful comforting thought.  After all, if the MSP and deep state in this case, can control the inflow of information to Trump, that colors the possible replies he would make.  That makes it much more important for us to have Trump’s information come from other sources.  Population wise, can you think what would be the common mindset if the only information available was what was presented by the MSP?  That’s why I am so comfortable with the blogs.

a certain fact presents itself.  A person from the left side of the political spectrum starts to notice something “odd” and seeks the truth.  That person on accepting the truth moves to the right side of the political spectrum.  “The truth shall set you free.”  I have yet to read the opposite scenario.  There is one not as nice observation, though.  It is only those who seek the truth and are willing to change their ideas accordingly who make that move.  That said, it’s not enough to simply present the truth and expect that political crowd to accept the truth.  The sewer in which they swim is “normal” to their approaches and any fresh water applied would be considered weird and shunned unless, like this individual, truth was sought and accepted.  That is the area of political battle in which the right has participated so poorly.  I have the feeling that we believe that the truth is so easy to grasp and such a freeing concept, it would be ludicrous to not accept, and further we have more important things to do, like taking care of our families and earning a living.  Therefore, those who have no problem enslaving another are those who have managed to entrench themselves in school, media, and government where and toxins are freely spread to the population.  Some cesspools are move obvious than others.  Name off the cities and blame of poverty, etc comes to the forefront.  Philosophically speaking, those cesspools are the making of that mindset over time and its fulfillment.  They are the end product.

The article had a really good point on the mindset which I will enter here:

But for the average Leftist, their sense of self is fundamentally tied to their belief they are a good person because they believe certain things. That belief system is constantly reinforced by their peers and their enemedia intake. Force them to confront a belief founded on flawed information, their very personalities are threatened as you are undermining their view of themselves as “good people”.

He further describes the risks of the leftist confronted with truth and I recommend reading the whole thing.

Let’s see, I:

rode a bike without a helmet.

went to the park by myself.

went swimming by myself.

went door to door sales by myself.

rode my bike along the access road of a freeway.

climbed most of the trees in the back yard.

drank out of a hose.

rode on top of the pews in the back of a truck – I was the ballast.

rode in the trunk of a car.

learned to drive on my uncle’s farm at 14.

worked in a shop with saws, drills, grinder, hand tools, torch, soldering gun.

hatched chicken eggs.

melted lead and made hanging weights.

made black powder and set it off in the back yard.

Learned to shoot a 22 with both sites and 4 power scope.

Somehow, I survived.  Somehow, I think our kids could do the same.