Or the adventures of the Summer Solstice Girl in the Great White North

My first Comic Convention

Last weekend, Sid  The 11th Doctor and I attended the [first ever] Windsor ComiCon.

Incidentally, it was also my first ever con. Sid’s  11’s  too. We both were Comic Con virgins.

So it was all kind of fitting.

I was volunteering so we arrived nice and early on Saturday, hours before the doors opened. There was a big line already and either our costumes were really good or people were not very familiar with cosplay cause we got a lot of stares. I remember thinking at that point “I hope a lot more people come in character cause that’s where the fun is”.

I reported – or rather tried to, but nobody seemed to know where to direct me. After a good ten minutes of walking around asking people with ComiCon Organizer badges, we finally found someone who knew where the volunteer coordinator was.

I was assigned to the Artist Alley [score!] and at that point it occurred to me to ask if they had a need for more volunteers. Apparently something went wrong with the system and their volunteers never got their shifts so the volunteer coordinator was happy to get an extra helping hand. We got a mini info session on the spot and off we went to our posts to wait for the doors to open and the crowds of geeks and nerds to come in.

They didn’t disappoint.

There were a good number of seriously awesome cosplays, of which I have ZERO pictures because my stupid phone kept dying on me. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

I need an extra charger for my next con.

11 on volunteer duty

Unsuspecting 11 ended up on volunteer duty

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Nightmares 

Nightmares.

Clothes & bedding soaking wet.

Panic.

Hypnagogic state.

Softly weeping,

body shakes.

Quiet whimpering.

Will it ever end?

  

All in a day

Yesterday was one of those days.  

Well, to tell you the truth, it started with the day before yesterday. 

I went to the Humane Society to see two found tabbies that could potentially be Satchie. 

No dice. 

One wasn’t… the other one had already been euthanized. 

Came home and cried a fair bit. Of course. 

Then yesterday another tabby showed up on the HS’s website. And by George, she looked like my darling tornado!

Well friends, it wasn’t Satchie.

So close, though. She was very affectionate and looked so much like Satchie I had a hard time convincing myself that it wasn’t even after all the evidence. 

We spent some 40 minutes trying to figure out if she was or not. The technician was very understanding and even called a more experienced one to handle the kitty so at least we could see if it was a boy or a girl cause the info wasn’t in the chart . It was indeed a girl! Heart thumping hard!

She had the same soft fur, very similar markings, and she was so comfortable with me it was easy to pretend she was the little pest. 

In the end, and thanks to the million pictures of Satchie I have in my phone, we were able to see that this sweet girl has some circular markings on the left side of her face that Satchie doesn’t have.

She is also more on the brown side while Satchie’s coat on the back and legs is more on the silver side. 

I wanted her to be Satchie so much it was like I was willing her to be. 

Alas, it was not to be.

Now I fear for that sweet girl. It looks like her tail is broken. I hope she is deemed adoptable because she has so much love to give. It’d be a shame if she ends up being euthanized. 

At this point I was trying hard to hold the tears back as I sill had some business to do at the shelter. I went back to the other side to pick up this little beauty

  
Her name is Munchkin and I’ll be fostering her for the next few weeks. She is 8-9 weeks old and on antibiotics for an upper respiratory infection so I have to be careful to protect Jay and miss Kaylee. 

Munchkin is absolutely adorable and very brave too. She purred all the way home, perched on my shoulder.

She’s faring quite well, though. Eating well, drinking plenty of water and using the litterbox just fine. 

I told her she was NOT allowed to steal my heart! 

But this is how we woke up this morning  

 
How am I supposed to deal with THAT??!!! 

So the day ended up on a high note. The was some crying still but a lots of smiling and even some laughing at little Munchkin’s antics. 

Now if you excuse me, I have to go cause she’s currently trying to nurse from my right earlobe…

  

Karma

karma.

Karma is a strange concept. 

It is kinda nice to think that if we are wronged, karma will come around and bring some shitty luck to the wrong-doers. 

Kinda. But not really. 

In the heat of the moment, it may be of some weird, twisted comfort to think that. But I don’t think most people are truly comfortable wishing bad things to other people… I know I  am not. 

Oh, I know I say all the time that I wish terrible things upon animal abusers. Or children/women/the vulnerable  abusers. 

But in reality, I don’t. 

So when I hear things like “don’t worry, what goes around, comes around” or “Karma will take care of them”, I am unsure of it being a good thing. 

Besides, if karma truly is a thing, what terrible deeds did I commit when I was a child? 

I mean, it has to work both ways, right? Cause why should it affect others but not affect us?

So I am inclined to think that the Karma notion is just a big heap of horse shit. 

Because that means I have to have been a real asshole at some point in my life and I don’t have any memories of such thing. 

On the other hand, does an asshole know they’re an asshole? 

Something to ponder about … 

  

And then this happened

I got a notification from WordPress yesterday 

  
Who knew I had so much to say?

Personally I think it is remarkable, especially considering I am not done with saying things after five years of blogging – despite my five-month hiatus when I first moved to Windsor. 

And then this happened:  

Randomly stopped at a comic store and ran into Groot!!!!

Star Lord and Rocket Racoon were there too with an unlikely companion   

Fun times! 

Morning Trek

It is ten after eight on Friday morning and we just got in the car*. I’m feeling very proud of myself because I almost forgot my walking stick but I remembered it just as I was heading to the door.

Wait! I say to Sid.

I forgot my combadge. We can’t go on a trek without the combadge. What if we need to be beamed up? Besides, I forgot my water bottle too.

You know, just your regular trying to get out of the house with ADHD me.

So Sid asks where the combadge is and gets out of the car to go get it, along with the water bottle.

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On the news today

This is probably going to be the mother of all my politically incorrect posts.

And I’ve had my share of those.

Warning: If you are white and tend to get defensive when you see the #BlackLivesMatter hashtag and/or immediately change it to #AllLivesMattter, then I recommend you stop reading right now…. or head over to @Smartassatheist to read what he has to say. Perhaps by doing this you’ll finally understand that the movement is not about blaming white people as a whole but instead about bringing down white supremacy and white privilege.

 

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Diamond Heart, Hard but Fragile

Warning: Sad post ahead.

I had the intention of keeping it to myself but I am so sad and discouraged!

It was bad enough to lose my Satchie when I moved to Windsor.

But then Mama Cat came into my life and despite all the soap opera drama with the neighbours, she brought me much happiness.

First, she impressed me with her motherhood skills.

Then she gave me such an unexpected gift when she decided to stick around and adopt me even after all her babies were gone to good homes.

She made me laugh with her crazy silly antics and she stole my heart with her affection and her altogether sweet disposition.


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Go me!

so I am a shiny registered Feral Caregiver with the Windsor Essex County Humane Society (WECHS) for the Feral Caregiver Program!!!

This is so exciting!

As some of you know already (if you’ve read my bucket list) it is my dream to one day run a cat sanctuary. That may or may not happen but this is definitely a step in the right direction.

I wish to devote my life to help educate humans on ethical treatment of animals in general and cats in particular, and to improve the quality of life of community cats in my area -wherever that area may be.

TL;DR: community cats include both Feral & Stray cats. A cat is considered feral is she was born outside and has never lived indoors or had much contact with humans. A cat is considered stray if she was at some point a house cat but now lives outdoors for whatever reason (i.e: being dumped or left behind by a heartless human).

One of the first things I learned when I moved to Windsor is the city’s big cat overpopulation problem.

In a way, it has made finding my darling Satchie even more difficult as there are hundreds of feral and stray brown tabbies roaming the city.

There is a big colony of brown tabbies right in the field adjacent to the motel Satchie broke free from, for example.

The causes of cat overpopulation are several – of course, I don’t claim the problem is a simple one – but one of them is believe it or not, compassionate people who feed community cats on a regular basis but don’t think of neutering/spaying them.

When cats are well fed, they have a better change of having strong litters that will grow to have more litters.

As WECHS puts it:

If you’re already feeding free-roaming cats, you’ve shown that you care for them. But the best way to make their lives easier is through TNR, or Trap-Neuter-Return, sometimes also called TNVR (Trap-Neuter-Vaccinate-Return). By feeding but not fixing them, you can actually be making the cats’ lives harder because you are allowing them to have larger litters with more of the kittens surviving to adulthood.

 
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The Perks of Going Out

Went for a walk yesterday. 

Actually, I went to my closest Tim Horton’s to use the wi fi cause I wanted to answer emails and other stuff from my laptop computer. 

You know stuff that is a royal pain in the arse to do from the phone. 

I almost got heat exhaustion just from the short walk but the place is air-conditioned and I had plenty of water with me so that ended well. 

Saw some pretty flowers onu way back. 

I love flowers so I am going to share them with you because pretty.

   
 
They’re two small trees, side by side, on my street and they are both full of pretty flowers. 

So there!

I hope they make you smile like they did to me

Edit: oops I guess I better add a title too

  


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