Daily-going ons and some ideas for pets I have

My folding mountain bike with PussPussPuss's golden pet carrier on a bridge near the Aria at the Vegas Strip

PussPussPuss in a golden basket with a golden tip trough - IMG_20150527-205730

PussPussPuss lying on a ''short on rent'' sign from another person who was on the bridge with me trying to get money - IMG_20150527-204329

PussPussPuss in front of the Mirage - IMG_20150528_141351

So, at the Strip I went back with my cats a two days ago, and Princess was acting more sociable than PussPuss, and though both were obsessing over roaches running around in the shrubs near the road in front of the Flamingo, Princess as I said was acting more like a, Princess, sitting in an upright position and acting friendly, but I did have to put her in front of me or to the side, removing her from the shrubs a few times. Eventually police showed up and one whom I didn’t recognize said, “Didn’t I tell you not to bring pets to the Strip?” and he looked me up and said I had no warrants and allowed me to leave. Two days later, after I had gotten back nearly home, where Princess had wandered away, seemingly for good, I went back to the Strip with PussPuss, trying out various spots and only making about $12, and eventually ended up in front of the Flamingo again. At first I went to charge up my stuff, ad saw one of the seemingly chronic homeless using the charging spot, and he said he was taking off, and he seemed to have a girlfriend. I decided to set up in front of the plugs/charging spot after he left since he said he was leaving, and his gf holding a $1 for Weed sign up looked at me from around the corner where they seem to usually sit and said, “Really?” even though I was half trying to get tips as I was holding my phone and using it, and they both left soon after. Later an ugly fat woman called me to her friend who wanted to pet my cat an “asshole, he has his cat on a leash” and I told her off to her face, telling her it was the law and asking her if it upset her that I was trying to get food for my cat, and she had no response of course. Later two bicycle cops showed up, a male who was very polite and friendly giving me a warning ticket and telling me he didn’t care if I wiped my butt with it, it was an educational notice mission he said he was on about pet’s obstructing walkways at the Strip and the heat they would be exposed to,it didn’t seem to be about what hours I was allowed to have them there. They looked me up on the police warrant database and found I had THREE WARRANTS no doubt activated by the last judge I’d seen who wanted me to report back to her on some day about me having joined a homeless program she wanted me to join but which do to being homeless in the first place I didn’t join. Not that I didn’t want to try it but I decided due to already having plenty of assets and decent health and know-how to keep trying on my own to get out of my situation. The phone I originally had when I saw the judge ended up being damaged in a sewer when I tried to catch some ducks, and it wouldn’t “heal” so that it could dial out though eventually it could receive messages. I actually did call the phone number they gave me and I got the message, “Our customer service line is busy”, and not wanting to wait, hung up. But so after being told by the female that she’d arrest me if she saw me again and the male telling me new officers might, I left the Strip with PussPuss. I ended up stealing some stuff at thrift and dollar stores as I’ve been doing for about two weeks now due to my income being very low for various reasons I’ve already mentioned. I don’t want to be out in 90 F degree weather with my cat anywhere without good stuff to cool her and myself down with and even when I do I get annoying “concern” from various people who see my cat with me in this now hot weather of Vegas and it’s a risk that one of them will call animal control on me in their disingenuous concern, and if that happens who knows what would happen, like not allowing me to leave or cops somehow getting involved and deciding not to be merciful.

As I neared Maryland Parkway I called a young woman I had met the night before who had a broken leg and who helped me feed PussPuss and told me about her kittens. I called her and asked if she’d care for PussPuss till I could get a big money boost and resolve my warrants and she said she would. And this morning I met a pretty Mexican woman who told me stories about what seemed to be a demon that lived in Vegas (not crazy stories but obviously her genuine observations of something that might have been demonic) who also offered to help care for PussPuss. I decided however that I’m very reliant on PussPuss for emotional support to motivate me to do anything useful to give her up temporarily even, but I might change my mind on that since I’ve encountered police a lot in Vegas.

When I got back to where PussPuss and her family lives, or where some still live, the place where I rest at night and morning and keep some of my stuff, I let her run around for about an hour or two – and she had much fun chasing bugs and hanging around two cats, one which was apparently unrelated and had a tipped ear – and when she repeatedly didn’t come back to me when I called became too fearful and jealous to let her stay that way and was also concerned that without her I may not get enough money to survive and then who knows what would happen to her? So I retrieved her.

I may go to Freemont Street with PussPuss for tips now even though it would be double the traveling time to get there in the now greater heat of the day or night till I get large sums of money.

There’s some donation projects I may make soon, one to build two homeless shelters in Vegas and for inventions I thought of to better transport pets, I won’t be specific since I don’t want my idea being stolen, metaphorically speaking. I’m almost obsessed with Reversi aka Othello, and have been thinking about holding some traditional and new-type board game tournaments in Vegas, but for the same reason I chose not make a rock and jewelry museum here I think I will probably not hold tournaments here either.

Getting Rid of the Clark Country Curfew for Pets At the Strip aka the Strip Pet Ban

There is a little, maybe more than that, controversy over the true purpose of the Vegas Pet Strip Curfew (VPSC) and it is obviously a problem because, as I’ve pointed out, and as anyone could find out for themselves, the police don’t always give the same answer as to what the law specifically is about it or agree what animals are supposed to be banned, and it also causes a conflict between officers who love or like cats verses the morons and mean-spirited ones who don’t and refuse to acknowledge the obvious: cats can serve as service animals, or as some say, “emotional support animals” and so do serve a purpose for the disabled that helps them with their disability. A simple example is this: a cat will perk up and look at and shift its ears towards sounds at time that startle it or that a human can’t hear or doesn’t notice, and that sound could indicate a danger of some sort that a dog may also detect. The person looking at the cat, just as they would a dog, notice the cat is giving its attention to something, even meowing perhaps verses a dog barking. Furthermore there are most certainly disabled persons who don’t like dogs and who would be emotionally distressed at barking much more so than what may be pleasant meowing or sounds from a cat. So, there is no good reason to not accept that a cat can be a service animal that may stay with its owner at all times or as much as a service dog would. Surely some police feel that way though may have not thought all that out and so are put in a bad position to tell a person with a cat to leave the Strip if there in violation of the curfew or compelled, wrongly so, to arrest that person and impound the cat (monkey or parrot even). It is also impossible in my experience to find this curfew in stated law, I can find no reference to it in Nevada’s legal code, it’s almost as if it is truly a made up law meant to harass the poor off the Strip. It’s also abused by police officers to harass the poor and homeless, or what they may call “dirty people” or stereotype as drug addicts (or accuse as being to intimidate and appear to have just cause) or alcoholics or criminal. That is something bully officers (surely narcissists or psychopaths) did to me repeatedly.

What would be just and show more competence, reasonableness, fairness and TRUE compassion towards the animals would not to have some arbitrary curfew (why does this supposed law permit having animals during daylight hours at the Strip when the heat would be more intense than at night?!) pretending to be some help to animals, when it’s obviously to intimidate and terrorize the poor away, those who as Kim Jong Un might say, “Bring an unhappy spirit to the country with their sad faces” would be to allow animals known to have emotional capacity like that of humans and are WELL-BEHAVED at the Strip (cats, dogs, rabbits, monkeys, guinea pigs) and which are not a great danger to humans, like an ape or lion would be to be allowed. Now how would anyone know which animal is a good one or not? What could be done is to in as many countries and large cities as possible have judges of animal behavior employed to hand out a card of some sort that shows that their assessment of such and such companion animal is “acceptable in public” or “not a significant danger to humans”. For example I could take my cat to some building where these animal-behavior judges get together to observe how my cat responds to loud traffic noise, being around strangers, someone stumbling by it (like a drunk might), occasional screaming, someone patting me on my back or suddenly approaching me, or being put into a carrier when it is having fun (like if it suddenly has a tantrum and begins clawing and biting). And then I can put a holographic tag of some shape awarded by the judges that I have a well-behaved service animal, and a card, and a sticker I can stick to a pet carrier. And such a service should have a reasonable fee, like perhaps $10, an amount that isn’t too hard to make from asking for change if the person wanting the award is poor.

So the first requirement of the new law for animals at the Strip: an emotionally caring animal that performs a service: emotional support, manipulating objects, warning or defense, and is well-behaved and known for an even temper at most times. So that would auto disqualify a lion, polar bear, cobra, rattle snake, and possibly apes, I say possibly because I don’t know if all apes can have violent outbursts or which like cats can have varying personalities.

The second part of the improved law would be to not allow animals easily stepped on during peak crowd hours, an assessment which would need to be made from statistical analysis either known or that needs to be made. For example at Saturday’s starting at 2 AM crowding picks up at the Strip as does drunkenness and heroine use. Poverty stricken pet owners will most likely get no tips or food from any such people (I know that from experience) and in fact it is easily observed that all the street show persons are almost completely absent (with only the most desperate and foolish lingering or starting to perform). So then there would be a ban on small dogs, animals with long tails (usually cats) and small cats OUTSIDE of their carriers and a ban on leaving such carriers on the ground as opposed to a wheelchair, bicycle rack, bicycle handlebar, car or carried by the owner. The ban would also apply during times that the city officials designated to assess such declare a time of high crowding in certain areas. For example if a major event is drawing a huge amount of traffic and crowding to the MGM the law would that small animals and ones with long tails in those high traffic areas must be kept in their carriers and above floor level so as not to be a stumbling block and endangering the animal, unless in an apartment, office, or a personal hotel or motel room. So it could be declared ahead of time through television, internet, electronic signs in public and using fliers to warn owners of such animals, service ones or not to have them in carriers and not in the way of a crowd on ground level.

The third part of the law would require that those who go with their animals at the Strip to obtain cash or change for their animals (not water or food help) for more than one day at a time purchase a permit to do so, perhaps $3 for a week.

The fourth part of the law would require the animals be put in shade and not in direct sunlight (cloudless) for more than 10 minutes at a time with 10 minutes of cooling-down time in shade or if the animal shows clear signs of MAJOR dehydration. So a person would not be allowed to for example sit or a stand with a parrot in the sun for more than 10 minutes at a time with allowing the parrot to cool for ten minutes. The same would apply to a cat (especially a dark cat), dog and so on. The penalty for having a cat mostly of a dark color for exceeding that time more than once in front of an officer and especially in weather above 84 degrees Fahrenheit would nor unreasonably be a fine and their animal impounded and a ticket to go before a judge about it. The burden to prove that such was happening will be on the officer making out the ticket and must knowingly have reliable witnesses who must be required to take breathalyzer tests and drug tests before accepting their testimony (in other words no listening to drunks or druggies or someone high for witnesses as one done to me).

The fifth part would be to ban sitting or standing or lying down with an animal in a designated scenic zone. A scenic zone would be a spot that tourists are known for taking pictures at very often (it’s easy to assess). Such areas could have some sort of pretty and obvious notice or some marking on the sidewalk to notify that it isn’t a place to loiter or sit for tips or perform shows at. I could personally point out certain spots on bridges where it would be rude to linger at. Examples would be certain parts of the Cosmo/Aria bridge, like the parts that are above the middle of the road. Perhaps an alternating red and yellow or purple line on the floor of the bridge with white lettering or a gold metallic strip screwed down with etched writing on it saying “scenic area” or “no lingering” could indicate such a spot.

The sixth part of the law could specifically apply to sleeping animals, that no sleeping animals may be offered for being held for tips more than three times, for example if my cat were sleeping I could not say, “For a dollar I will allow you to hold her”, nor could I deliberately sit in a more noisy area (and it would have to be proven I did that on purpose) to get my animal to be awake for more tips, in other words depriving my animal repeatedly of sleep for money. A few times is acceptable for the obvious reasons even if it is not to directly help the animal, but repeatedly is arguably, though not abusive, unkind to the animal, especially if significant tips were already obtain those three times.

And finally there should be a law against having a pet out in the open, regardless of shade unless it is wetted down and shaded in ninety degree Fahrenheit heat for more than two hours at a time.

Further, “the city” should provide litter zones for animals, dogs and cats mostly both in the form of heavy cement pots for small animals and trenches in the sidewalk for small and large animals. The city could require that so that disabled persons are not being discriminated against and give monetary incentive, perhaps tax breaks to do so to whoever owns the land in the areas where such litter zones are placed, and the litter zone should be clearly marked to indicate what it is for as opposed to being a giant ashtray and a new law imposing a fine on anyone using them for common trash like cigarettes, cups, bottles and broken objects (not including napkins and wet wipes used to clean the urine or feces off an animal).

Now isn’t that better than “no pets from 12 PM to 3:59 AM, just because”? Yes it is sophisticated, but so what, many laws are and the entirety of the laws of America make them sophisticated you could say, hence why people hire lawyers. I don’t think this law with seven parts to it is too hard to enforce or handle, and it clearly would prevent police with a bias against certain animals or dislike for the poor or what they think a homeless person, alcoholic or drug addict looks like from easily scaring or bullying away whoever it is they think is such. Some might wonder how one could prove someone was breaking the law where one would have to observe the one keeping the animal, or who is supposed to be protecting it, simple: if it really concerns you that much sit or stand and observe, get a camera or hire a private detective, do you care so much that you are willing to do that?

It’s common sense though that only the most mentally ill of the most mentally ill would sit in unbearable heat with or without a pet, it’s like making a law against having your kid stand out in hot sun rays for three hours without purpose or clothing on: who makes their kid do that? It’s paranoid, but, to shut up the narcissists, morons, jealous covetous bullies, elitists, animal-haters, cat-haters and poor-people haters such laws would good to be in place, till those people are locked away in mental institutions or Hell forever.

Two days in the life of a not-by-choice homeless aka houseless person in Las Vegas

May 22, 2015 Comments off

Yesterday I decided to make some money for me and my cats again. When I awoke and was lying on my sofa cushions in comfort and some misery suddenly felt as if someone was shaking my bed, as if to wake me up but I kept my eyes closed mostly. But since I was on these sofa cushions and not a bed, I wondered if I was experiencing an earthquake. I thought maybe though it was my heart beating on the pad my chest was on as I lied there wondering and trying to see if that’s how I felt, but it didn’t feel as strong and the apparent quake had already stopped by the time I pondered. Later in the day while at Walmart I heard a young woman mention it to someone on her phone and then I remembered what I felt that morning. The earthquake apparently happened at 11:47 AM. I had actually suspected a quake would happen in Vegas a few days after posting an ad in Craigslist in Vegas asking if anyone would help a homeless Christian Jew move some of his possessions to his storage unit, and to my disgust no one offered, not one person replied after days, and I seriously thought that that must surely anger God and that he would punish Vegas for it. I think that quake was a little warning to this evil city about that and their other sins.

When I got up I woke up to birds perched on the wall chirping away. I was in so much pain from lifting that bike repeatedly that I had to lie down for hours in much pain till it went away. When it I had awoken birds were repeatedly coming to a wall that separates me from other houses and Princess was showing great interest in them and I eventually, though feeling very miserable started looking for a pocket knife I hid for a reason I won’t say, and no it wasn’t to cut myself or harm anyone or my cats, but so when I lifted up a basket found a cute little partially brown baby bird underneath which explained why the brown birds were repeatedly coming around my spot. I picked it up and it called out somewhat loudly and drew back the birds looking for it when I did so and I kissed it a few times in the face which caused it to become silent for a few seconds. I showed it to my cats and let them feel it and tried to distance myself from it when I took it away to let the parents tend to it, but the bird when I tossed it gently, though flying a little away stayed silent and the parents stayed on the wall at times as if in fear of me, so I eventually tossed it over the wall. I finally looked to see where it may have ended up, but didn’t see it and I never did hear it cry out again.

Before departing had, in the morning spoken a little to a crazed homeless woman, though she’d built for herself a little tent-house of a sort, and I asked her if she felt the quake but she hadn’t noticed it. Then an obnoxious racist wealthy neighbor living in a little neighborhood sped right up to me on his car in an unsafe way and harassed me. It was no doubt go me because I looked Asian and or Mexican, aka Spanish, and after calling me a “mother (effer)” and boasting about having me on camera and threatening to call the police on me sped off. He’s someone who seems to have narcissistic personality disorder, a possible narcissist in other words who has harassed me three other times, one time calling me a “nigger”. That is not unusual for me in Vegas to have annoying, stressful and annoying events like that happening to me. Anyone who reads about my life thoroughly you’d know why I take that risk even during legal hours when some mentally ill or highly illogical person could make trouble for me with false reports about me or my cats. Either that morning or the morning before that had taken pictures of some fast moving little spiders that live at my resting spot, where I partly live and got some decent pictures of them with my remaining cell phone, as the other was thrown out or stolen. It was damaged anyways, having a cracked screen and not being able to dial out after having been submerged for a little while and not deep, even though that LG phone was supposed to be well water proof, but perhaps the cracked screen compromised that waterproofness.

When I got to the Strip and sat on a bridge with my cats, I encountered the usual “Kitties!” and “He’s got a cat, two cats” and “Awwwws”s, and the usual “You should do this and that” person who in their inexplicable ignorance thinks all cats should be fat and wild or fat and in a house, just any house, just as a person harassing another may sayg to them, “go see a doctor” or “did you take your meds”? as if any doctor or meds solves everything and will make life all better. During the day I encountered one such stupid person, no offense to you, who when I got my first decent meal of the day besides yogurt in the morning I found in a dumpster started to annoy me, again, while I’m eating. I had just found that meal too, and it came with a jug of water, though not full. This woman sounded French but spoke decent English and she did the usual stupid-person starring and said something like, “They need water, do you have water for them?” I then pointed to the water or grabbed and shook it in front of her, though I wasn’t actually sure it as water, but did it to make her shut up about it since she was implying what was wrong, which was I was neglecting these clearly relaxed and content cats in and by a huge basket with a soft shirt inside. They had plenty of shade and places to rest and as everyone knows cats for some strange reason aren’t annoyed with flat or gravelly ground to lay down on, for hours, even rolling around on it, whether it’s filthy or not. She then asked where I had a cup or she said bowl for water for them, and I lied and said it was in my bag, and even more annoying she then said, “In your bag? If you show it to me I’ll give you money,” or she said, “A dollar”. I then said they weren’t thirsty and had already fed them, so she then commented on how one of the cats looked skinny. So I then asked, “Can you see her ribs?” And she said again, something like, “Yes, she’s skinny.” I then told her she was naturally skinny. How dumb can a person be to not know that not all cats are fat or even that a cat may have a medical problem with being fat and should not be allowed to be fat, and that a cat can get diabetes from being fat? Further, how does she not know that if I cat hears its owner eating or smells meat (and one of my cats likes bread and noodles) will not go to the owner to eat from what they are eating, and yet they were not. I say how can you not know since dogs are that way and cats are known for the same food-seeking behavior. She was it appeared, fifty years old, so how could she be so ignorant? I had fed them not long before arriving at the Strip and then gave PussPussPuss a little pork after getting there since she was, unlike Princess very interested in the sauced pork I eating, and persisted in coming near it. Finally she went away and I could eat with more peace, though not total, since there was always the wondering in me if another like her would arrive, or some stupid cop informant, or a mean cop. Hours later, during the day, when it was starting to get so windy that I considered going home as I did not want debris getting all over my cats (and possibly in their eyes) as happens on bridges the woman came back, and I tried to get her to be more friendly. So I found out she was originally from France but had lived in Atlanta for a long time. She saw I had a cup for water for them, and I showed her how easily dirt got into it and which was why I did not just leave a cup of water out till they drank. But to get her to shut up I filled it and she put it near them, even though I’d already done that and tried to get them to drink, but they wouldn’t, but they were a little thirsty at that point, or barely, and took a few licks into the bowl, and she kept persisting but only Princess took a few more licks. She then said I should get an umbrella for them. That is something I already thought of but so I told her about how I would seek shade and which was why I was on that bridge and not a certain other one that doesn’t have any (hardly, and except for building at certain hours that create it) and because of obnoxious black CD peddlers (the unlawful kind and who are always black…) who often stand in front of or next to me trying to prevent me from getting the tips they want so that they can draw them to themselves, which is a kind of spiteful act besides annoying and rude. Sometimes those CDs are blank by the way, not truly having “mix tapes” on them as those peddlers claim. There’s another reason I won’t have just anything with me or set up, and that is because I simply cannot safely carry any extra wait or items of certain length with what I already have with me. And due to yet more bicycle thefts and lack of a decent amount of money at all times had no bicycle rack. Further I have a suspension bicycle which does not allow me without putting out a lot of money to have a rack that can withstand carrying a lot of weight, and I already have had racks brake on me from much carrying on them. Further, the more you have set up, the more you risk a police officer deciding to get you to leave or ticket you. I didn’t tell her about my lack of a rack problem, or the police problem and she ended up giving me $20. Yes: an annoying ignorant person from another country gave me $20. It’s hard to be thankful or happy about it since I felt like I was conversing with yet another person who was going to get me in trouble with the police. Her donation though did send me on my way home for a few hours and I rested with my cats. At that point though my back was starting to encounter major pain from repeated lifting of my bike, sometimes with heavy weight on it to get over a wall I have to go over to go to my resting spot, it would get much worse the next day in the morning, much worse. I was already exhausted and my digital devices either out of power and all of them had the memory on them filled up from recording some of what happened at the Strip that day and before that, and I was too exhausted to put it onto my laptop and didn’t want to get even more worn out taking it out and going over the wall with a lot of weight to power everything up and perhaps end up losing so many hours to all that that I ended up not going back to the Strip to make money, and so making no profit, and suffering for it, however that gamble of a sort turned out to be the wrong move as I’ll explain. So when I got back to the Strip, with no recording devices got the usual good treatment, and not so good. At one point I saw a very beautiful girl, her body and skin was at least, so beautiful I picked up PussPuss to speed ahead of her to see her face and get a better look at her, but she was with her dad who no doubt knew how beautiful she was and perhaps would think I was doing that to check her out, and though I tried to make it seem like that wasn’t what I was doing, he gave me a look that was unpleasant. I also did that to get the girl to look at me and PPP as she’d not noticed me or the cats and I was hoping to get a positive reaction from her, but got nothing but some unimpressed looks from her. Her face wasn’t anything special, but her over all shape and waist down was. This was on the New York New York bridge. When I came back to Princess, the spot I was sitting at, I found a homeless-looking guy who also looked drunk standing right at my spot, looking down at my tips and so on, to my annoyance. So I got him to move and he then tried to sit to the side of me and set down a large duffel bag, and I gently asked him to move because he was in the way and he left soon enough. And getting a nice amount of tips I encountered a blonde woman from Orange County and police showed up doing their usual scanning, and I’d only talked with her a little while, and one of the police decided to bother me a little, asking me what “this” thing was by a bridge light, and I told him it was a solar panel for my bike, though meant to say a solar light and that I was using the bridge light to charge it. The woman then stood up and said, “Are you picking on him”? And the officer with an annoyed tone and moving forward with his partners though not going away replied, “Picking on him?” and I replied, “No, no don’t say that” not wanting a confrontation to occur and me ending up with a ticket, so I then said, “I’ll get lost,” to the officers, and the one who was doing the talking replied, “Thank you” and the woman left quickly. As I was packing up and the officers sticking around a little I noticed three newish looking one dollar bills in the tote I used to carry the cats in that day, wondering if she had left it quickly without me noticing. But I also noticed someone had taken my dollar store flowers, and wondered if it was that “bum”. It made me detest Vegas, reminding me of what a criminal-infested place it was, a very evil place where you can’t trust anyone, not police, judges, friendly strangers, even a friendly cat.

Eventually I made it to the Flamingo and saw two usuals: a tall black steel drummer who as usual was doing about no drumming, or had stopped from lack of tips and an old man who holds up a sign that says, “My e-wife had a better lawyer” and between them a guy who’d left out a huge amount of black-ink?-on-white-boards-pictures that trailed off from the side of the steel drummer. The one who’d left them out on the curb had sat net to my cats in a drunken-like way and I thought he was some stupid tourist trying to mess with my cats at first, but he was the one who left the pictures out. At one point I saw a very beautiful woman pass me, and only saw her from behind at first, who was in black dress that appeared to go down to only her knees, and who had hair that seemed to go down to her shoulders, and perhaps a light brown color walking alone or perhaps with a female companion who wasn’t very close to her and she turned around momentarily to look at me and I saw she had a very beautiful and adorable face so much so that I thought I should get up and go and get a better look at her and speak to her to see if I could get to know her, but instead I kept sitting thinking something like, “I have a responsibility to care for these cats, I have to get money for them,” but I was struggling over that. She was so beautiful that the longer I sat there the more sad I became till a few minutes later I became so sad I started to stare at the ground not interested in seeing any other woman and doubting I’d see any that beautiful and adorable for a very long time. She was one of “those” people who have just the right look, so much so you only see such a sight maybe every six months to a year. It is rare to see such a person that is so beautiful over all and so very much so, for me at least. When I got home I thought about her and realized I perhaps made a devastating mistake, as the look on her face when she turned around seemed one of friendliness, being open to talk and she perhaps turning around briefly because she herself was wondering if she should have talked to me. Perhaps she would have ended up being a friend or wife who could have speedily or greatly helped me and me her. This happened at about 11:40 PM by the crosswalk at the Flamingo which is opposite of Caesar’s Palace, or whatever it’s called. Some minutes before seeing her I’d encountered a group of mostly it seemed young people from Canada, a seemingly 17 year old white gay male and some native looking types one of whom was from Saskatoon. An older male, maybe 20 came up to look at the cats that this 17 year old had sat net to to compliment and look at, and perhaps a 10 year old female and 12 year old one, both females looking like natives slightly and said aloud, “Awww I’ve seen better *ussy than that” and all the young people laughed loudly, and curiously the 10 year old of laughed in the way an adult woman would who appreciated foul jokes. I was so amazed these innocent looking young people all laughed at such an obscene and unkind adult joke that I said something like, “Aren’t you too young for such a joke?” and the ten year old I think hearing that she was replied instantly with some annoyance, “I’m not too young!” I think at the 13 year old. Then an older native looking woman came up to get the “kids” to come away and the 10 year old struck at this woman as they departed in a sort of comical way though it was clear both of them were seriously angry at each other, though not in a killer way.

I’d also encountered maybe just before meeting those group of Canadians, two Canadian females, I think Canadian, one with dark hair one blonde, and the blonde was standing while the other got down to pet my cats. The one doing the petting was happy but the blonde was a jerk and asked me if I was homeless and I said “yes” and then said, “Well that’s not responsible” and I corrected her and asked, “Would you rather they eat roaches and birds?” to which she had no reply, and I then said, “See, I am responsible.” Of course I could have come up with a better response than that as there is nothing wrong with eating roaches and birds, it’s just gross and sad for the birds, it is though a little dangerous perhaps for the cats as someone who loves birds and hates cats may try and kill the cats or the cats may die from swallowing a sharp bone from the bird, or even a bird of prey snatch and kill my cats if left alone. She then trying to save face I suppose, or just being a jerk, maybe a narcissist than asked, “How do you feed them?” I think because I said I had no income, and I replied, “With tips”, to which she also had no reply. She then asked, “Do you feed them before yourself?” and I replied, wrongly with, “Of course, that’s what I did on the bridge yesterday” to which she also had no reply, and neither left a tip and left. Now what I should have said was, “If you’re starving from lack of money and ability to find food, and my cats hungry, and you came to me for food, who should I feed first, you or my cats?” or, “What if I only had enough food for either you or my cats?” or, “What if I need that food to survive long enough to give them more food?” and “Who is more important, the one who takes care of, who protects the animals, or the animals, especially when they do little for the owner or are even unthankful?” She was obviously a God-hater who in her twisted way worshiped animals, the creation rather than the Creator. I wonder if it was the blonde is who sicked security on me.

Not long after that and after all the people to my side trying to get tips left, and eventually the old man, leaving me alone, though near the cross walk was a Kiss band member look-alike who sits in a chair, but he wasn’t near me. At that curb, which is on the opposite side of the sidewalk of the Flamingo, no security guards ever, and I’ve been there long enough to know, ever bothers anyone. They don’t even other the bums who sleep on the sewer-stench-blowing grate on the ground near the entrance to the Flamingo there, which is opposite of where people like me sit for tips. Sometimes what appears to be a fattish man dressed as Marilyn Monroe stands there, where the bums sometimes sit or sleep that is, and no guard ever bothers that person… but one did me that night. As I was sitting with my cats alone, who were lying in a large basket, the same one I had on a bridge that day, an old man dressed as a security guard (who was of Flamingo Casino) came up to me just as I was explaining to a woman sitting in front of me enjoying the sight of my cats was listening to me tell her how people discriminated against people with cats, and by that I meant some people against those with cats in public and how I’d planned on going to Congress about it, that is to, as I was trying to tell her, to convince them to allow cats to be designated as service animals to help prevent such discrimination But instead this idiot guard and whatever idiot sent him interrupted me with, “How can I help you” standing right behind her and clearly making her uncomfortable and she left. I forget what I said in reply other than to the woman, “See?” and he then said on his CB radio, “We have a street person sitting with his cats.” This wasn’t the first time the guards there had been heartless assholes to me, utterly heartless backstabbing assholes. And I know for a fact the guards there are racist, something I may talk about later. This old idiot stayed near me long enough that I became distressed enough to leave and wondering if police would come or if more guards would pester me. Another younger guard came out but by that time I’d gone over to my bike which was sort of hidden in the darkness and already had my cats gathered to it and both guards had gone to a spot closer to the Kiss impersonator though weren’t near him either. I don’t think they were interested in anything but getting me to leave without incident. It was especially insulting because not many days before were two young black men, who both looked about 19, sitting at a table on that side of the sidewalk sawing away endlessly at wood (I think to make peoples’ names from them) and barely got attention and with two police impersonators near them, who were women of hardly any beauty that I’d never seen before. The men sawing at wood, who were doing so mainly to draw attention had created for two days in a row at least a large mess of saw dust all around them and yet no guards ever came out while I was there to get them to stop, nor police. It was also stupid timing of the guard since for many minutes I’d been deciding to go home since I’d gotten a decent amount of tips again though nothing much and wanted to rest and give the cats more peace. While trying to leave when the guard annoyed me I ended up spilling my tips that were in change and some tourists seeing my cats in a handbag or tote adored them and at least one wanting to pet them helped me pick up the change and were appalled that the guard had pestered me. I was amazed that a pretty blonde woman was getting on the ground with I think a drink in her hand picking up dirty change from the dirty ground for a “bum” like me, and she picked up a good amount of coins. Me being in pain all the time perhaps projected that pain onto her and so seeing her bend over as she was felt more amazed, though of course her back may have been fine. I think they gave me a dollar or two.

I spent maybe an hour more trying to get tips careful to make sure no police were around to get a few more dollars and hoping for a twenty dollar bill, but only got a few dollars more ad sand the level of tourists was so low that it was no longer worth being around. It was much more difficult returning since the guard and scared me off enough that I left behind my bungee cord, which I hoped was in the handbag, but wasn’t which I needed to secure the large basket as it had no handles, and so had to grip that large thing on the side of my bike handle as I headed home and trying to, and it is hard, keep the tote from rubbing repeatedly against my bicycle wheel as the cats were in it.I

And around 2 PM I went to return a smelly handbag that worked well as a pet carrier I could see but which had a bad chemical smell which became unbearably prominent as the day heated up, which took maybe an hour because of the usual waiting in Walmart’s return area and because I brought the wrong receipt. When I went back to get the right one at my rest spot, was so exhausted that I lost my footing a little and rubbed my elbow area against the rough wall of my resting spot and scratched it a little bad so that it bled. Then at 3 PM I was in McDonald’s and saw a very beautiful Spanish/Mexican supervisor I’d argued with days before in the same McDonald’s and she saw me and I looked away from her in sort of embarrassment over my uneloquent arguing I had made with her and my rough appearance vs her beautiful appearance and calmness, even though she had severely been in the wrong (she was discriminating against me for looking rough and having a bunch of stuff plugged in even though I had clearly bought something and was within my time to stay inside there – she lied saying I only had 15 minutes). A few minutes later an old security guard came in who guards part of the plaza had come in to use the bathroom I think and as she seemed to be leaving got up and though not looking at me said to him in a subtly pretentious save-me way, “I’m so glad you’re here could you look around to…” and you can figure out the rest. What was ironic was was that an evil transient named Levi, a drug addict and very evil person who once tried to kill me and mug me in front of another guard who guards Walmart (as she, the guard was coming out of McDonald’s eternal ordering area) and he was sitting on the other side of a partition from her when she’d been sitting down and was still there and clearly had bought nothing as usual as she was talking to the guard and the guard never did look around the store, but left on his own. He left with a male and female couple who appear to be drug addicts and the male of which is always asking people in the Plaza for money or cigarettes. Both Levi and that male seem to have narcissistic personality disorder though Levi seems to have it much much worse.

But so now it’s 6:19 PM and I’m still in McDonald’s and a homeless man who has given me a new name for himself (Joe) but which he says is his real name, is using my tablet, playing games on it, has been for hours and I fed him a little, something I’ve done for him before. I help him out of sadness for him and because he’s helped me out at times, like watching over PussPuss or my bike, and gave my wallet back when I asked if he found it. He was raised Mormon which apparently helped ruin him as he disassociated himself from it eventually. I think he also has schizophrenia as he sometimes, maybe often says nonsensical things almost in a Yoda-like way. What will I do now? I don’t know, I think go back to the Strip for more money as I’m almost out of it again and need a bicycle rack and better pet carrier and panniers.

Update: I awoke after having fallen asleep at my resting spot to the night and it was probably 10 PM at that time, and it’s now 12:22 AM, and in sadness decided to let my back heal rather than rush to the Strip for tips or to see if I could find that beauty I saw walking passed the Flamingo Casino. I was also sad because I was too worn out to show much love to PussPuss and sensed I was wearing her out keeping her with me all the time and giving Princess more attention. I give Princess a lot of attention sometimes because she’s beautiful, responds audibly often and try to get her to be more like PussPuss, but it doesn’t work as, unlike PussPuss is mostly wants to roam around apart from me. I’d sell her, but she’s such a valuable cat to have and it pleases me to see her beautiful face and to be able to pet her and feel the warmth of her body against mine, and I always remember how adorable she was around the first time I saw her. She’s not cute anymore like that, but I feel like I’m caring for a cute cat somehow that is still a kitten new-to-the-world and wanting to be loved because of that memory. … And Princess spilled a bowl of water I set by her on one of my sofa cushions at about 1 AM, on this 23rd day of May, that I use as my bed, grrrrr! Maybe that wouldn’t have happened had I gone to the Strip with her to make some money, sigh. Even though I’m sitting in a comfy beanbag chair, my lower back is still hurting though, so perhaps a trip to the Strip would be unwise. I’m hungry enough though to go into a dumpster to look for food though. I may buy my cats some food though first.

Clone PussPussPuss the Kitten for $35,000 and help her and her owner get a home

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I’m offering for the price of $35,000 to allow my teen cat PussPussPuss aka PussPuss, Poopapoo and PooPoo (the one in the pictures with the heart tag) to be cloned and of course the clone given to whoever put up the money. The cloning will, Lord willing commence when I get five orders, or if you’re willing to pay the price x 5 to speed things up. Why clone her?:

1. She’s very friendly, will walk up to strangers to be pet.
2. Is beautiful.
3. Soft to the touch
4. Makes very adorable cute sounds (though it’s rare unfortunately, some of the sounds she makes sounds sort of like a little girl)
5. Strangely does not seem to be in heat for long, perhaps a few days and does not make constant meows when in heat (due to a mutation in her genetics perhaps)
6. She’s very loving
7. Has a naturally small size.
8. Appears to be perfectly proportionate, no overbite.
9. Has a thick tail rather than a thin wormy one.
10. Has cute reactions when excited and when her back is petted (she twitches her tail and back muscles)
11. Does not have a huge appetite
12. Closes her eyes slowly when looking at people at times, it’s very cute, I’ve only seen her sister Princess do it a few times to me, doesn’t even seem like she did it more than 10 times unlike PPP who always does it.
13. Is not easy to scare, she may walk into a crowd of people not realizing they may harm her or assuming they will all be friendly to her
14. She has very rarely hissed
15. Given her good personality she would make a great cat to breed from to produce other cats with good personalities, new breeds hopefully
16. The few times she wandered off, maybe two or three times, she came back to me on her own, as did her more skittish sister Princess.
17. Is tolerant of rain, unlike her sister Princess who hates it
18. She is highly tolerant of traveling, and doesn’t seem to mind it, she doesn’t making complaining sounds
19. When she has to go to the bathroom she’ll let you know if she is in a carrier
20. She’ll try and hold in her pee and poop for as long as she can till she’s back at her usual litter spot, so she is more convenient than a dog
21. Some cats have very smell litter, hers is not
22. Enjoys eating figs, bread amd pasta even with tomato sauce

Defects:

1. She has a small white patch off center on her forehead
2. Appears to have a few no-big-deal white hairs underneath
3. Is perhaps only a third Russian Blue from my examination of her mother and 6-8 other sisters and brothers, and my observation of what appeared to be her father, which looked like a somewhat dark gray, well proportioned, young male with a very well defined white triangle on his chest, and probably has one between his legs as PussPussPuss and her sister Princess both have one between their legs, though Princess’ is very much more prominent. She may not be RB at all. From her and her sister and two of het other siblings, if I can catch them, I intend to create two new breeds of cats, one which has strong faithfulness to the point where they will follow their owners and has dark clear blue eyes and the other more focused on a silver and gray coat with clear sky blue eyes.

Drawbacks:

1. When she’s trapped, like in a thornbush or stuck high up in a tree she does not meow much or may not at all till she is very hungry, and it is very hard to hear her as she doesn’t make loud sounds.
2. She seems to pass gas more than the average cat.
3. She rarely purrs loudly, it may be the lifestyle she is living with me which is unpleasant as we are homeless and living in unpleasant weather, but it is audible if your ears aren’t clogged
4. She is a little stubborn, and when kissing me loves to pull the hairs out of my beard, if you’re a female that shouldn’t be a problem for you, unless you’re one of those hairy types.

If you would like to clone her sister, you should know that her sister’s voice is not annoying, and a little cute, but it’s not pretty. It’s almost like a guy saying, “meow”, and her purr isn’t anything special or loud, it is quiet and gravelly.

17 Reasons Why People May Be ”Homeless’, and: Does It Matter If You Don’t Live In A House of Stone or Wood?

This is a question many kids ask, at least decent kids, kids with compassion. I would think kids who don’t wonder this are possible psychopaths, because I know even a narcissist will wonder. It’s simple kids and ignorant unobservant adults, not that every adult who doesn’t know is one, at least not deliberately ignorant: Bad things happen to everyone, good and bad. The Bible says it, God that is, so it should be common knowledge. And what bad things can happen?:

1) Environmental disasters: a boulder could roll over your feet or your house with all your possessions in it

2) Problems with your body: Problems like chronic fatigue, chronic pain, diseases like schizophrenia, narcissistic personality disorder and an endless amount of others I could list that could cause a person to not have enough money or friends to help them live a comfortable life with a base to call a house, or so called “home”.

3) Being born poor in a bad economic and or

4) A bad physical environment, like a hurricane devastated community and not having enough going for you to not get out of your homeless situation or ending up homeless due to being in such a bad situation. You can even have chronic fatigue and pain from living in bad terrain, like hilly or rocky terrain, being stuck with a heavy bicycle, and being too poor and worn out to beg, especially in a hilly environment or one with bad weather conditions. Imagine you have feet with high arches and know nothing about arch support or can’t afford it and live in a flat environment so that the muscles under your feet, or tendons are constantly being stretched severely from lack of arch support.

) A bad coincidence or long run of bad coincidences. For example someone may decide to attack your house thinking you were a repeat rapist and a police office and often getting away with it because you are one, but you really are a good person. Or, someone evil may simply be looking to have “fun” and sets your house on fire and destroys it.

8) A sinner’s misfortunes, that is bad things always happening to you as a result of you repeatedly sinning, like being lazy, not caring, gambling your money away repeatedly, wasting your money on alcohol or drugs, excess like eating too much food or expensive foods when cheaper just as healthy ones are available, pride (like not going into a dumpster to get what you need when you need to, however it could be argued that it’s not safe to do that and could land you in jail depending on how dirty the dumpster is and how bad the police and neighbor situation is around that dumpster).

9) Being robbed, mugged, burglarized, especially repeatedly, and having to guard against it so much so that you never have enough money to progress in life much and exhaust yourself trying to keep whatever it is you have, needful things or not. A loan shark can also cause a person to lose their home by charging them so much interest on a home loan that they can never pay it off and end up losing their home to the person who made the home loan to them.

10) False accusation leading to an attack on a person’s house, like setting it on fire.

11) (This might fall under reason 9) Wrongful imprisonment. This can be done by a bad neighbor, police or government officials. I combine both slander and false imprisonment because they often go together, a person ends up imprisoned/jailed usually due to an accusation, including slanderous/libelous accusations. And such accusations can often be due to a bad prejudice/discrimination.

12) Wrongful prejudice. A police officer or anyone else my target a person and cause them to become homeless due to a personal dislike of that person, or even due to a random attack. For example, someone may set your house on fire upon hearing that you are so called pedophile, whatever that means to them, or a police officer may spread a false rumor about you that you are.

13) Harassment. A person can be harassed out of their house by anyone if it is bad enough or done long enough. Stalking can do it, and it can be done by anyone, like police/cops, code enforcement, (which in America is a kind of law enforcer that deals with housing rules, like whether or not you are allowing too many or certain types of weeds to grow on your property, or if the electrical wiring or plumbing in your house is dangerous to life and other such things), animal control, bad neighbors, even houseless neighbors.

14) Having to care for others so that no money is left over for a house, like pets or human family. Some may think a poor person shouldn’t have pets, or a homeless person, but that’s a stupid prejudice. Should for example a “homeless vet” be denied having a service dog or prevented from owning any animal of any kind merely because he or she is homeless, and whether they are a vet or not? Does the life of the dog, cat, parrot or scorpion even matter more than the human who relies on that animal for even just emotional support (I’m not talking about a chronic animal abuser, though it could be argued to leave such a situation up to God, as God may consider that his personal moral territory to judge and punish as there is no laws about that in the Bible, that is pet owner laws)?

15) Bad government, like government making a law that makes it chronically hard to impossible for a poor person to live in a house. This can be done by making taxes too high to pay for, among other ways. Having No House Of course it doesn’t matter what the material your house is made up when it’s a survival situation especially, like if you are seeking emergency shelter from something worse than whatever the house is made of, however, and unfortunately, arrogant people in government too often don’t care and will punish you or drive you out of your shelter regardless of your emergency needs. In my experience all of the reasons I listed are common, they aren’t exceptions. I have noticed that the most common reasons or immediate reasons for a person being homeless however is that the person has narcissistic personality disorder and/or is drug or alcohol addicted. In a place like Las Vegas it is also common for a person to have a gambling addiction. In my case it was a combination of all of the above, including sinner’s misfortunes, though mine had nothing or very, very little to due to drugs and alcohol, almost nothing to do with drugs (I’ve never been addicted to any and never used any “illegal” ones more than once or twice, and truly barely used any even when I did).

16) Bad employees ruining your company leading to you losing your house.

17) Lack of friends able to help you survive or advance

The reason for my houselessness is due to all of the above, even, “Sinner’s Misfortune”, though I’m not a drug, alcohol, porn or pleasure addict (and on the 21st of May this year for the first time took up, barely, smoking, but using an electronic cigarette that I bought for $5 from a homeless woman who found it. It was such a good deal to try something new and interesting (and which I later realized might help me out a little I had to buy it).

A Nazi From Jersey Island, My Cats at the Vegas Strip and Other Stupid People There, or, “Other Forms of Discrimination Other Than Racism”

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So, I went back to the Strip maybe two days in a row now, something I rarely do, that is bring my pets there, and as usual morons were about ready to judge, with some drunk ones from Jersey, as in the island, at around 12 at night. One woman, maybe around 10 PM, who while petting my kitten PussPussPuss aka Poopapoo licked her hand and the woman said, “Are you kissing me?” then got up and as she walked away said, “I hate people who bring their pets to the Strip.” Besides the Bible saying that anyone who hates their brother is a murderer and someone who does does know God, their Creator, who the Bible says “is love”, it’s clearly hateful (very obvious) and a childish and dumb thing to say. It’s an elitist comment, and why there is a ban on pets at the Strip. The purpose is to make the poor go away, as the mafia who once ruled Vegas once tried to do, and no doubt why God made them go away. However God replaced the mafia with the even worse, perhaps, Clark County police. Yesterday there was also a black woman who said aloud when she saw an elderly homeless man on one of the bridges, “I don’t understand why the bralums sit on the bridge all the time.” And around 12 tonight I encountered a party of three from Jersey Island. When they spoke to me as I was with my kittens, who were sitting on a little folding chair that I bought for them so they wouldn’t be on the dirty sidewalk or accidentally get stepped on and so they would be easier to observe and pet, the male among the two females of this group spoke, and what he said I don’t remember but I said, “Are you from Australia?” and he replied angrily while looking about and taking a deep breath and holding a cup of alcohol as the two females were too, “If one more person asks me if I’m from Australia I swear I’m gonna,” and he sounded very serious and I think he actually said something that indicated he would physically assault them. He was obviously an oaf, a violent moron. Why should something like that upset you? And how many people could have possibly asked, probably not that many, and yet he, most likely a narcissist (keep reading and you’ll see why I say that) decided to condemn me after I talked a while with a blonde in their group. She asked if I was selling them, and I said no, and she asked what their names were, which I told her, and she replied, annoyingly, “They don’t have names” and then asked what the quarantine laws were. I told her they were $7000 cats, which they are in my opinion, and being Russian Blues, half, with the qualities of ones passed on to them arguably made them such, especially since some could argue their qualities were superior to various pure ones you could find, and either the blonde woman or the red headed one said, “No they aren’t.” So they were ignorant about cat values, drunk, and with a violent animal, that is, that male. The blonde woman then asked twice if I would sell them for $1000 each, I said I wouldn’t at first, then the second time I half-hearted said I would sell Princess that much, because she doesn’t like being here. She then replied, “Now that’s not good.” That comment was, no offense if you read this, stupid, because part of the reason I ended up being evicted last year from my house (my house which I had a solar power system in that I built up using my disability and social security income, a system which was half destroyed by a bully code enforcement officer who also vandalized the windows in that house with a female animal control officer observing him, and the rest, about $650 stolen by him the next day), that being because when I had seven other cats, had asked on Craigslist if anyone could help me out with food and water for them, and an absurd moron jealous of me having them ranted about how they looked sickly. So what if they look sickly to a random moron who won’t identify themselves and is criticizing me for no good reason? They asked why I didn’t just give them away. Well moron, if you’re to stupid to figure that out, you’re a moron. Her comment was obviously offensive and it was to me and I let her know. So then she reported me to animal control or was animal control. An officer apparently fooled me into giving up my address, and then animal control began harassing me, literally and threatened to impound cats they never saw using a warrant. Now they never would have obtained a warrant I think, but even if they did, they would have had no cause unless they lied, because I merely said I would have liked extra food. This is at a house where police officers with the help of animal control stole one of my dogs, literally stole him, and the other, a female that I had rescued, they lied about being abandoned and stealing her took her past the no kill shelter and took her to the kill shelter. That was a dog I was going to take to the vet to be cured either the next day or not long after that, and to me, murdered her. And animal control seeing I had been dealing with code enforcement, called them, and the officer who had been harassing me at that house came back and illegally broke in with an animal control officer and illegally evicted me and my cats IN BLAZING HEAT, and they both told me to go away, exactly, “Go cowboy, just go,” the code enforcement officer said, and the female behind him, “Just go.” When I left, I had to abandoned one of the two kittens I had rescued not long after I moved in there, the male, Sushi, who I loved dearly. He became feral as a result of the eviction, and they boarded up my house repeatedly so that would more likely happen. He was the one who I said vandalized the house, junked my panels by shattering them in empty pool and throwing some of my lead acid batteries onto the ones he threw into the jacuzzi and who the next day stole solar panels I’d just bought and an inverter I rescued that he had thrown off the top of the roof and had landed onto the ground, an inverter that cost me about $250. The panels were $150 each, and he stole three of them. I took my solar controller with me, but that was soon stolen. I think that cost about $145. But so my point is, I ended up homeless, chronically you could say, due to me not wanting to give up my cats, and here were foreigners playing judge over someone in another country, over a person they did not know anything about other than that he was treating his cats visibly well, pampering them, and who wasn’t looking like a “bum”, who had a nice bike right behind the cats with a clean duffel type bag and a clean new-looking backpack, cats resting in a chair, sleeping, and the blonde said it wasn’t good that I would sell ONE, not both, as in that I would sell them at all, meaning, “I don’t love them.” Now of course to those who are not stupid (sorry to call you that but it’s true, I’d like you to become wise and be a friend but, you’re stupid), of course would slam this woman verbally because many, probably the majority would say, “You should sell your cats because you can’t handle giving them proper care.” Even the man had said, “Why don’t you give them to a rescue” shelter, or he said “place”, and I wanting to be rid of them and being frustrated and trying to defend the fact that I loved them said, “No, they might kill them,” or “would”, and also because I was thinking of the kennels in Clark County – some in Vegas is known for quickly killing the animals they get. So I was caught in a “damned if you do, damned if you don’t” situation. As I said in a Craigslist post I made very recently, explaining why I would make no rock and fossil museum in Nevada, no matter where I go in Clark County, I meet evil morons. They are of every income level, from very poor to very wealthy and they’ve repeatedly “ruined my day” and sabotaged me. Anyways, so the blonde, though stupid and drunk, was much more honorable than the other two and showed a capacity to learn at least, to grow and get better, to improve. The male however was an angry oaf. I’m sure many would say, “When you’re drunk you say many things you don’t mean.” That’s not true. The hate is there, and you do mean what you say. So after she gets my blog address from me and stands her ground when her whining angry friends(?) keep begging her to leave me the male comes back to harass me and says very harshly, “You’re a disgrace dragging those cats here!” though not saying it very loud, but somewhat loud, and said it with such a hateful look I replied, “I didn’t drag them”, and it was obvious as they weren’t complaining, weren’t trying to hide and I had a bike and “bags” and were sleeping. It was as dumb as the blonde saying that they had no names when I just said them to her. He then said, “Yes you did, I have cats…” and perhaps said other nonsense to finish that sentence. In other words I was arguing with an angry blind and hypocritical brat who was being a bully because I wasn’t living my life according to his feelings, his unstated rules, his random preaching of his opinions, the babble of a wannabe God. So what if you have cats? Not all cats are stay-at-home, or is it you let yours wander around to do whatever and get poisoned, scratched up, kidnapped, or shot with an arrow as one veterinarian in America recently boasted about having done? Who knows, because you didn’t even care to explain your oh so profound morality, your personal rules, so clearly they must not have mattered much, and you were merely ranting your feelings in disgraceful drunkenness. What is a disgrace was that time wasting babble, you playing righteous God, elitist moron with no solutions, not listening and arguing fist, assuming in hypocrisy, spending your money getting drunk or gambling rather than helping the poor. You are no different than the elitists of Vegas whose solution to help the poor is to push them away or as Republican Alaska Representative Don Young said somewhat recently during a committee hearing (probably a narcissist), the solution to homelessness is to release wolves on the street. Stupid Don, their already are human wolves on the street like you that keep them homeless and greedy ignoramuses who have no genuine compassion like yourself, but pretend to care so much, are so hypocritical, ask people to elect them to be their representative. And represent those who voted you in power well you do, because the reason you are in power is because of careless loveless people, who like you, pretend to be loving and caring of others and animals. The solution to poverty like that violent elitist oaf from Jersey is not to show mercy to the very animals he pretended to care for, but to rebuke their owner and shake him into, GOING SOMEWHERE ELSE. In other words, “Don’t be poor in front of me! I want to enjoy my gambling and getting drunk, my materialism, the immoral sexual imagery around me, the lack of compassion shown to animals and only advertising to buy goods other than animals!” I told these people I’d been illegally evicted, but it didn’t seem to register in their drunken minds. And when I followed a little the now yelling male, yelling that I was a disgrace to rebuke him, the red headed(?) female said with a disapproving whining-like tone, “You’re leaving your cat,” … yes moron I was, because your moron companion was tempting me to and demanding I rebuke him while he was delaying me and distracting and harassing me. Okay drunken moron? Now imagine this: I beat nearly to death all three of them, and it probably would not have been recorded on camera, and gouged their eyes out and so thoroughly stomped their heads that it lead to brain damage so that they could never clearly identify me, and of course, they end up homeless or very disabled. Now imagine they end up living worse than me, being given to alcohol and using drugs to get rid of the chronic pain such a beating would have caused them, including mentally, and become addicted to them. Do you think then they would have some understanding of what it’s like to become so poor and so hated for being poor? I was not that far away from beating the male, because as I told him, he didn’t know me. You don’t, especially if you’re from another country, and knowing unless they are ignorant of the news of that country (and then what business to they have all the more judging someone of another country) call someone a harsh thing like “disgrace”. Imagine I go to India, North Korea, Iraq, or China and come across someone who is begging for money or food, or some war torn African country that I went to because I read a brochure telling me it had beautiful sights to see, and me saying to the beggar, “You’re a disgrace, begging like this, get a job!” And how dumb is the “get a job!” comment, a supposed “solution” to all the problems of poverty? As anyone who is not an utter moron knows, not a fool, not a disgrace, merely having just any job anymore than a mentally ill or distressed person just going to any “doctor” or going to just any college or taking any “meds” isn’t necessarily gong to solve whatever problems you have. Many people try and get many jobs and end up wearing themselves out, are angry all the time and are still poor for all kinds of reasons which include only having time for work, and not to tend to medical needs or raising their children properly who may in the absence of their parent or parents end up eating up all the food around and forcing that parent to use up all the money they have. Eventually they can end up homeless and then what good did having a job or multiple jobs do? Also some medications for mental illnesses and other physical ailments are known to be “pulled off the shelves” for having lethal problems that may have already been known, but due to greed and bribing was able to be sold legally, but which killed or did great damage to those who took those meds. And not just any college is going to make you wise. People who give quick and cliche solutions with a hateful tone are often, besides being atheists or some sort of false Christian, like an Arminian Pentecostal, they are people who are simply willfully ignorant and therefore deliberate simpletons, hateful and self-centered. Just think about that, people getting drunk, spending their money on everything but helping you, telling you, “You must help yourself in the way we demand because we say you are bad!”, people you don’t know and who don’t know you. There is no spiritual law that says, “Don’t have animals in noisy places, or loud places or very populated places. That is why Pet Kingdom, a pet store here in Vegas has an owner who feels fine having something like five full grown fat cats wandering around that high-traffic store. I’ve never heard anyone complain about her having cats spending hours in that much noisier store than many parts of the Strip, never heard anyone say, “Shame on you for dragging all these cats into your store!” or “…all these hamsters, these parrots and snakes!” Does the male from Jersey also want to yell about all the animals and uncommon insects and plants (and beautiful rare rocks and fossils) that were bulldozed away, killed or buried to build Vegas for him to joyfully get drunk and gamble in and berate the poor to make himself feel superior and wise, like he matters much and has any lasting value, a man clearly on his way to an eternity in the darkness and fires of Hell? He’s a simpleton like so many other elitists, too stupid to argue with and a waste of time to give more than one or two rebukes too. What is also stupid about his comment and that of anyone saying that animals don’t belong on the Strip: they don’t explain why, at all, second they don’t acknowledge there are animals already living on the Strip: service dogs, non-service dogs, birds, feral and half-feral cats, parrots which are allowed to be there by obtaining a permit (which can be done with any animal and therefore it could be argued that the ban on pets was a “follow the money” / greed law, a law to both force the poor away and monetize bringing animals to the Strip), all kinds of animals. Do tourists or locals whine when they see parrots being used for pictures, to make a profit for the company using them? Nope. Do they whine and moan when cats and dogs are in mass brought into “kennels” or “rescue shelters”, literally dragged there with a noose and given jail treatment? Further would the tourists and locals like to whine and rebuke the city officials and animal control for not forcing with all that money they get from taxes, the feral animals and wild birds off the Strip, should that be a priority? Further, who said my pets didn’t already live on the Strip, or some high traffic or very noisy area? In fact they live in Vegas, which is not much different from the Strip. My pets, all of them came from very noisy places, lived in very noisy places, dirty places, diseased places, areas full of gambling, drug addiction and alcohol use, so then why does it matter if they are at the Strip or not? It doesn’t, it’s about money, stupid narcissists, vanity, self-righteousness, babbling drunks, discrimination against the poor, ignorance, a lack of love and cold-heartedness.

On such hateful people at this time and on the poor and wealthy the Bible says,

“But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God–having a form of godliness but denying its power. Have nothing to do with them.

They are the kind who worm their way into homes and gain control over weak-willed women, who are loaded down with sins and are swayed by all kinds of evil desires, always learning but never able to acknowledge the truth.” – 2 Timothy 3:1-6

“The poor plead for mercy, but the rich answer harshly.” – Proverbs 18:23

“The poor are shunned by all their relatives– how much more do their friends avoid them! Though the poor pursue them with pleading, they are nowhere to be found.” – Proverbs 19:7

“Wealth is worthless in the day of wrath, but righteousness delivers from death.” – Proverbs 11:4

“When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will sit on his glorious throne. All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate the people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. 33 He will put the sheep on his right and the goats on his left. Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’ Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’ The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’ Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.’ They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’ He will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’ Then they will go away to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal life.” – Matthew 25:31-46

“There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and lived in luxury every day. At his gate was laid a beggar named Lazarus, covered with sores and longing to eat what fell from the rich man’s table. Even the dogs came and licked his sores. The time came when the beggar died and the angels carried him to Abraham’s side. The rich man also died and was buried. In Hades, where he was in torment, he looked up and saw Abraham far away, with Lazarus by his side. So he called to him, ‘Father Abraham, have pity on me and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in agony in this fire.’ But Abraham replied, ‘Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, while Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here and you are in agony. And besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has been set in place, so that those who want to go from here to you cannot, nor can anyone cross over from there to us.’ He answered, ‘Then I beg you, father, send Lazarus to my family, for I have five brothers. Let him warn them, so that they will not also come to this place of torment.’ Abraham replied, ‘They have Moses and the Prophets; let them listen to them.’ ‘No, father Abraham,’ he said, ‘but if someone from the dead goes to them, they will repent.’ He said to him, ‘If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.’” – Luke 16:19-31

“Warn a divisive person once, and then warn them a second time. After that, have nothing to do with them. You may be sure that such people are warped and sinful; they are self-condemned.” – Titus 3:10-11 (You may ask what this verse has to do with this post, it does in that this man and the woman were trying to separate me from animals that I considered my kids, family, kids that love me, plus this verse is obviously talking about a very hateful type of person which applies to that male Jersey citizen, that nameless nobody.)

“Fools find no pleasure in understanding but delight in airing their own opinions.” – Proverbs 18:2

Of course if the blonde woman ever goes to my blog and sees she’s become a major story in my blog, it will horrify and I hope shame her, as they were very shameful representatives of their country, or home rather, but what I said about you wasn’t meant to hurt your feelings for the sake of it.

One more thing to say about the stupidity of those who don’t like to see others bring their pets out in public: Why don’t you fools, you hypocrites also babble away at those who use service dogs, why don’t you accuse the blind with, “You’re just using that dog so that you can get around and buy stuff,” or some other evil comment like that? It’s clearly some bizarre hatred, a coveting and jealousy of those who have something they want, in particular, the poor and lowly, or those who in their eyes are poor and lowly, but for all those assumers knew: I was an undercover cop who for whatever reason, was sitting at that spot with my cats to catch a criminal or criminals. In fact, for all the police know, I am an undercover agent working with Homeland security. I can say jealousy with justification as that is a common theme in life, there is of course even a commandment in the “ten” commandments that says not to covet what others have, not to hate them that is, for what they have that you want. The day before yesterday I had even encountered a young Japanese sidewalk performer who said it was sad that my kitten was on my shoulder, and when my kitten made a slight movement to jump onto something I was holding, she used that as an example that my kitten should not be on my shoulder. Yes, I know, this was an extremely stupid person who was so dumb that she thought she could fool me into just abandoning my cat, at which point she’d no doubt take her home with him. And that is in fact what it lead up to, because she then asked this moron immigrant with a heavy Japanese accent, yes, another stranger from another land playing judge of a born-here citizen, “Are you saying I should let my cat down and let her wander wherever she wants?” And she replied, “Yes, if she follows you, then…” and she was obviously going to say then I should bring her home. And obviously then the implication would be then, to let a cat down in a busy sidewalk where any evil imbecile might step on her or snatch her up and do who knows what to her. A truly evil moron. I then said to her, “You’re not thinking straight,” and left. Of course a cat will sometimes follow or not, and just because it doesn’t follow me right away doesn’t mean it doesn’t want to be with me, because as any cat owner knows, and she claimed to be one and a lover of cats, a cat will wander away, just like any human child of a parent or like a friend might do, and then come back, or sometimes get lost and so not come back, or get injured, sick or die. If that is what she truly wanted to happen, that is some random event and to not interfere with what happened at that point (but it was obviously a dumb ploy by a very low IQ person to fool me into giving up my cat), then truly: no wonder you are a sidewalk dancer. It was that stupid girl who shouldn’t have owned animals, even though she said I was the one who shouldn’t because I couldn’t take care of them (and this was based on her stupid assumption I couldn’t, and her jealousy). Good to know I have such cute and beautiful cats that many people become enraged that I have them and they don’t. Thanks God! Too bad those people don’t appreciate me letting them see and pet them, people who don’t deserve such an honor.

“To answer before listening–that is folly and shame.” – Proverbs 18:13.

“The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the godlessness and wickedness of people, who suppress the truth by their wickedness, since what may be known about God is plain to them, because God has made it plain to them. For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse. For although they knew God, they neither glorified him as God nor gave thanks to him, but their thinking became futile and their foolish hearts were darkened. Although they claimed to be wise, they became fools 23 and exchanged the glory of the immortal God for images made to look like a mortal human being and birds and animals and reptiles. Therefore God gave them over in the sinful desires of their hearts to sexual impurity for the degrading of their bodies with one another. They exchanged the truth about God for a lie, and worshiped and served created things rather than the Creator—who is forever praised. Amen. Because of this, God gave them over to shameful lusts. Even their women exchanged natural sexual relations for unnatural ones. In the same way the men also abandoned natural relations with women and were inflamed with lust for one another. Men committed shameful acts with other men, and received in themselves the due penalty for their error. Furthermore, just as they did not think it worthwhile to retain the knowledge of God, so God gave them over to a depraved mind, so that they do what ought not to be done. They have become filled with every kind of wickedness, evil, greed and depravity. They are full of envy, murder, strife, deceit and malice. They are gossips, slanderers, God-haters, insolent, arrogant and boastful; they invent ways of doing evil; they disobey their parents; they have no understanding, no fidelity, no love, no mercy. Although they know God’s righteous decree that those who do such things deserve death, they not only continue to do these very things but also approve of those who practice them.” – Romans 1:18-31

Furthermore, I did actually point out his hypocrisy when I followed him: I twice asked him, “Are you saying I shouldn’t get tips?” to which he had no reply other than to repeat his vain, “You’re a disgrace” cheap shot. In other words, merely because he personally disapproved of how I lived, therefore take it out on the animals he pretends to care for, and instead be a hypocrite and spend it on everything else. Surely they had money to spend and give out: they bought a ticket to Vegas didn’t they? And so what if I even literally dragged my cats to the Strip or ANYWHERE? Are you seriously saying, you fool from Jersey, that you never gave your cats a bath they didn’t want, or didn’t move them to some place they didn’t want to go? If you move will you move your cats with you or let them wander away, you fool? You’re a fool and animals are your master. Are you a PETA moron, a cultist who worships animals, a gay? Is that how you would raise your kids? You’d let your kids go wherever and do whatever you negligent and incompetent moron? Any why if you as you seem to believe, if everyone is an animal treat humans any different? Let humans do what they want to do too then you blind hypocrite? Sadly many people hear, but refuse to listen, and give a careless answer anyways. The treatment of elitists of the poor, or rather the wealthy of the poor, it is in many ways like racism and how many Germans treated the Jews, how they took advantage of them once they impoverished masses of them, and in their lack of love, their hatred, their drunkenness, robbed, mugged, burglarized, and murdered them. Another question for this Jersey male and those who “hate people who bring their pets to the Strip”. Besides your morality of the gaps that I brought up on other animals on the Strip and high traffic areas that no doubt you make no comment about because you are stupid and vain bullies who use cheap shots against the defenseless, at least who are in your eyes to make yourselves feel better and superior or confirm your false belief about your moral perfection and superiority, is that the only thing you hate about the Strip, the only thing you can find to target? What else do you hate, you random bully preachers, you worthless teachers of random opinions? Make a list for me and the rest of us who are not privileged enough to be you. Oh, “I don’t care” you say? Yes, I know, so shut up then morons, live somewhere else and look the other way if you don’t like sights that hurt your easily hurt minds and feelings, you weak minded hurt-over-nothing low-lifes. Also, what do you fools who don’t want cats and the poor on the Strip have to say to PETA, who doesn’t want anyone to have animals at all, and wants cats to be allowed to roam wherever they feel like and be treated as EQUALS TO HUMANS, and any insect, including deadly ones? Do you see now: by whose opinions and feelings should I live by and why, you stupid atheists and people with no traditional or well-thought out religion? I follow God, not people who refer to themselves as ever evolving animals that could be wiped out one day, and who in their ramblings and rants about how to live contradict themselves about how to live and say, “Therefore live however you want.” Okay then, I’ll bring my cats to the Strip if I want, again, shut up then about how I live. “Oh but not if it involves innocent animals!” they may come back with. Who said my pets were innocent, and what is your definition of innocent, and why does it matter if it involves animals or not, which many of you atheists and people with no solid religion or a cultic one eat. How many of you eat animals? So you shut up too. You are stupid, accept that, become humble and turn to God. Stop pretending to be experts or wise about things you aren’t, acknowledge that you are stupid, hateful and change.

At one point the blonde, after saying my cats had no names (even ignoring the fact they had collars with tags on them, how drunk you must have been) with a tone of complaint asked where Princess’ claws were, and was too stupid and drunk to feel for them. How can you not know, if you are so knowledgeable as you pretended to be about cats, that some will and won’t extend them to grab on (you can as many morons do not know, teach a cat words and therefore commands and train them to obey)? Further, whoever it was that was picking her up (I think the red head was) was barely doing so, and I remember Princess was merely being lifted a little from the front, so there would have been no reason for her to extend her claws. Plus she was a little sick and clearly wanted to sleep and rest which is what she’d been doing till whoever it was decided to not let her do.

What amazes greatly is how either of those two females could stand to be around such a violent fool, an obvious bully who after kicking a poor person and making him homeless by disabling him or causing him severe depression would again kick him while he was down and shame him for being down. Truly Vegas is a magnet for stupid hypocrites. To me it says there was something mentally wrong with or something deeply spiritually wrong with them to be able to tolerate such a hateful person. I already know that many women stay with abusive males because those males have beaten them mentally into submission, but these women did not seem to be the submissive type, rather seemed to approve of his violent attitude. I suppose it was so odd to me because they were dressed in a “normal” way, like no different than a so called middle-class American. Now if they were dressed like silly modern witches, new agers, then I could say, “Ah, rich new ager morons who don’t know what it’s like to be poor, to live around morons who bully you for being poor and steal from you in your weakness, morons who gave in to silly beliefs.” It’s another example of why not to judge by mere appearances and mere charm, something the Bible already says,

“Stop judging by mere appearances and make a right judgment!” – Jesus

One more comment, to the Jersey Devil himself: Don’t whine about seeing yourself being put on the spot as a stingy person faced with reality, that you not helping a poor person also has consequences on those relying at that poor person, such as animals, next time, you moron. If I want to demonstrate that fact, or go to the Strip with natural or adopted human kids of my own because I’m not getting enough help for myself and them off the Strip, like in Jersey Island because of stingy self-centered morons like you ignoring me off such places as the Strip, that is my God-given right, and no law made my an imperfect drunken moron man-child like yourself will ever change that.

The Short Time I Had With My Kitten, Baby

January 17, 2015 1 comment

BabyMy Baby

So, with a loan from an acquaintance I got $100 to use on my cat at the vet, and spent it all yesterday on her. I wanted to comment about this experience I had just now, which was force feeding her cat food since she couldn’t eat due to her having pierced either side of her tongue with her teeth when I, I reason, let her bite at my sleeves when I let her out soon after having caught her two or three days ago. What I wanted to comment on was that despite me having tube-bottle fed her about an hour ago and her gagging and screaming briefly at times when choking, and her sort of begging me I suppose to stop, and letting her down – that when I let her down on my sleeping bag at one point, she was purring and kneading it! She either realized I was trying to help her eat, and realized with her God-given intelligence that I wasn’t causing her pain on purpose and/or felt satisfied with what little food I was able to feed her. But it is also amazing that even if she thought I was causing her such great pain on purpose, that she after such great pain, and her having yellow mucous clogging her nose (and me wiping it away at times) that she would be euphoric seconds later, still sick, still in pain, still hardly having eaten!

At first I thought the holes in her mouth was my fault, if it did happen by letting her bite my sleeves or sleeve (though she was biting an animal-toy I put in the cage too – 1/18/2015 I just realized as of updating this post that she had bitten her tongue while still in her cage from the expression she gave me before I had taken her out of the cage – and indication she was able to eat well before as there was a full can inside that had been devoured and when I put in another she began to eat that one too – which was when she stuck it out at one point, which is only something a cat will do if they are comfortable, with the exception of what I am describing now or some disease), but it could have easily just has happened had I taken the long way of letting her get used to me over the weeks, because it is just as possible that when trying to pet her for the first time even after having waited many days, letting her bite my sleeve or some toy, that she would have pierced her tongue anyways. In a way I could argue I sped things up so that this will be unlikely to happen again. I performed surgery on the right side of her tongue because I saw it was a thread nearly on the right side of the right hole on her tongue and was causing her great pain when moving her tongue. I think it was getting caught on her teeth and getting repeatedly stretch on her food or teeth, and it looked yellow white, clearly infected, so I use a knife and scissors to cut it off. It looks as if a lot of material got destroyed on that side of her tongue though, as if something had taken a big bite out of her tongue.

I still owe the vet $16 (1/18/2015 – it now stands at $200 or more in multiple a last ditch attempts I made to save her life, not getting any sleep for days and in my last attempt biking early in the morning in freezing cold with only a shirt on on a brakeless bike using my jackets to shield her from the cold and warming her against my belly, but was told it was a lost cause and she likely had massive infection and dual kidney failure – would have been over $400 and I was perfectly willing, but the vet seeing my condition was looking for something less expensive and injected her with saline rather than keeping her overnight at my request, and my Wells Fargo debt card repeatedly rejected even a small down payment anyways). But imagine this cat had been stolen from me after all these, and slandered or treated callously as had the security guard at Vons and UNLV sorority girls and campus police there, acting as if I was an abuser by whoever stole it, or aiding the thief, can you understand how I feel about my stolen cats and kittens when you think of it that way? What I mean is, I suffered hard and long, I long-suffered, I slaved over my cats and kittens, and yet had them stolen from me and was slandered as having abused them, and called an animal abuser by these thieves. How can a pet thief taking this young cat I rescued (who was bony to begin with and sick), stealing that kitten from me after I had painstakingly performed surgery on her, gotten slimed with cat food repeatedly in very cold weather, in a dirty abandoned house where feces used to be on the rug (which I removed in the room I had done surgery in), dirty with dust, having gotten my own saliva all over me from biting onto a bicycle flashlight to see what I was doing including while feeding her, and then someone is going to call me in their self righteousness a cat abuser and steal her? How can such a thief not be executed or lashed hard 40 times in public as at least a partial punishment for such even acts, such arrogance, such carelessness, such thoughtlessness, such callous behavior for the life of the animal they stole and the owner whom they slandered, who is in great pain, suffering from psoriasis non-stop from the stress of endless oppression, endless harassment, decades of memories of abuse and sorrowful experiences, having been suicidal from abuse as a child and in adulthood, suicidal for at least 10 years, and someone is going to take my pet away because they assume that based on their glance-judgment, they know better than me, and because they see me who looks poor, must therefore be a bad person or have inferior morals, wisdom or judgment, or because I disagree with some opinion of theirs, one they presumed was right in their arrogance of believing they are superior for whatever reason? Such thieves, such slanderers should be executed.

11/18/2015 At 6 AM I got her to the vet, and I took her home when the doctor gave me a dire judgment, and about 7 AM my little angel after spending hours in extreme pain, died in my arms. God decided to take her away from Hellish world early, away from the self-centered citizens of Las Vegas and the rest of the world, who treated her as a homeless person, like dirt, even though pretending to be loving, kind, good or decent.

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I’ll always love you, I’ll miss your purrs, your kneading when you were happy, your head rubs, and wonder what could have been.

Jan 28 Update: (If you would like to fund my life and those of my kittens and cats – and that includes helping me get the $s pay off my $100+ vetrinarian debt for the rescued kitten that died – please sign up for free Speedcoins, which is an alternative cryptocurrency/digital currency to Bitcoins, you can also get free Speedcoins, 110 of them as I just did in a few minutes by signing up and installing a Speedcoin wallet on my Android tablet. You don’t need a credit card or give out your email. Just click here to sign up.)

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