Kitten Barter: Wanted: male kitten of solid color with either pure blue, gold or bright yellow eyes

I’m offering to send out kittens to anyone who ships me a male kitten of solid color with no stray colored hairs or hardly any and only on the belly area which has pure blue, gold or bright yellow eyes, and it is a must that it has a very friendly personality. It can either be a playful type or a leisure type cat but must not have a bad temper and must hardly if at all hiss. I will attempt to breed the male with my female Russian Blue cats till quality kittens with good personalities are born, and I will ship you back two of the sex you prefer, if possible for $750. They will be delivered to you when they are about 6 weeks old if possible. Whether they ultimately turn out healthy or not will not be my responsibility as I won’t, unless you pay, give them a full medical check up. The purpose of this deal is that I have viable breeding stock for a new type of cat breed I am attempting to make, one that has a loyal, but friendly-to-strangers and playful personality and retains the Russian Blue look, but with pure gold, blue or bright yellow eyes and to a lesser degree bright yellow-lime colored eyes. At first I thought the latter color was not desirable, but when I saw that it was pleasing to look at when my cat PussPuss had a purple or violet collar or leash on I decided it was an acceptable color.

Ultimately, though I am not betting on it, I would like my breed to dominate so that ferals become so rare that it will be as rare as wild dogs, as rare as wild Dingoes.

At the moment I have two impure but high quality Russian Blue females to work with. One is gray with a silver undercoat, the other is white-gray with a coat so thick that she isn’t bothered much when water is poured on to her, even cold water.

I’m also offering crosses of short-tailed males with the same RB females I have, however I need a deposit to begin my venture in capturing them. One is black with a very short tail with many stray white hairs but incredibly tough, and he is healthy, and though wild his personality is not wildly hostile, but cute to a degree, the other has become used to humans feeding him but usually keeps his distance, though the last time I got close to him he barely backed away. He is mostly white with some light brown on him, and I once raised a female kitten from him who had a very sweet personality and had good loyalty and had a good voice, however she was lost when a homeless alcoholic decided to bully me and scare her away. Her tail was scrawny and not desirable, however her father will hopefully produce fine kittens if crossed with mine. Any quality short tailed kittens produced from mine that have good personalities will be sold for $750, not including shipping which would be about $650. From my kittens you could possibly start your own breed, hence my slightly high price, plus, I have to deal with the hostile environment I live in to breed and raise such felines.

One of my kittens has water-resistant fur and I would like to cross her with a Turkish Van male of excellent beauty and form if anyone has one. The same conditions for such an exchange will apply in the same way with any other cat as I described above.

A new cat in the family? About a cat I rescued.

I encountered a female cat with blue eyes, who seems to be a Birman x Calico or Tortie, near to where I live two days ago and she was just about bony and so starved that when I offered her food she immediately ran to me and ate, and ended up eating two cans of cat food. I came back for her tonight as she seemed to be an abandoned cat and I got the impression there were no roaches in her spot for her to eat and she was clearly too scared of traffic to go past her borders. She was still around and so skinny she looked like a grown kitten in the distance. When she saw me this time at about 2:00 AM she immediately hid but no so that I couldn’t easily find her. I saw her head and then went back for a can of food in one of my bike panniers and when I came back to her opening it and saying, “food” repeatedly she ran very fast to me and with her tail up and fully bottle brushed and rubbing on my legs a little immediately went for the can of can food after I chopped it up a little with the lid that I pulled off of it, and knowing she was that hungry I just dumped it out on the sidewalk for her again and she ate it quickly. I put her on my belly and held her up like a baby afterwards and with only a few hisses and batting at my shoes during that time she let me carry her to my bike, and I put her on top of my carrier. She jumped off twice and she ended up following me onto the sidewalk on the other side of the wall and since she was scared of the loud traffic I helped guide her and at one point a cop past me and then circled back, seemingly twice and starred at me a little, perhaps because I had no lights on my bike, but I was in a parking lot at that point with only one car there with two people watching the odd scene and he turned around and left. I carried her mostly and she kept meowing in distress and at one point I could see her face was filled with sadness and worry and I put her head in the crack of my body and bicep and rubbed her face repeatedly and almost getting there she wanted to jump off again and I let her and she then rolled around on the sidewalk by an office as if having just gotten pregnant and expressing happiness over it. I went back to her and took her to my area quickly and gave her another can of cat food, and then left her hoping she’d stay and went to a certain spot to charge my laptop and finish watching Mad Max – Fury Road. For now I’ve been falling her Bushtail or Bottle Brush.

Yesterday at the Las Vegas Strip

So I went back to the Strip with my cats, or rather PussPussPuss and her neice PuffPuff, formerly Snowbaby. I didn’t get much in tips, $21, enough for an ID as I was aiming so I wouldn’t have to go to the Strip anymore, but I ended up using it for food and drink, including catfood, so I have to go back again as it is too hot to street and parking lot beg, and security at a certain other location pesters me away. Security at certain parts at the Strip however are okay with me, except at the MGM, where an old guard is a polite jerk to me. A notable event was just before 12 AM when I was leaving at the MGM area on Tropicana and ranting nonsense about Mormons while biking past people. I saw a beautiful blonde woman with long hair in a black dress that showed off  her long beautiful legs ahead of me. She seemed to be adjusting her shoes, but I’m not sure and had a companion female dressed in white or off white. Wanting the blonde’s attention I said to her, “There you are, the Mormons are looking for you.” She replied with a little amusement, “The Mormons are looking for me?” I then took out my kitten PuffPuff and asked if she wanted to buy a kitten and she replied that should couldn’t because she lived in Canada. She adored her and took a selfie with her and said to her companion who had parted with her a few feet and showed no interest in my cat. I asked where she was  She said to her companion, “I can’t leave.” Her companion replied, “Becca we have to go.” I asked if she was a model and she said she sometimes did. I wasn’t able to get any contact info off of her but gave her the donation page to my rock museum and asked her to leave a comment, and she repeated the website back to me clearly, not like a drunken person, I hope she does leave a comment, but I’m not expecting one, but perhaps she might when she sees the selfie she took with my kitten and remembers me. If anyone knows who she is or if you the blonde contact me I will nicely reward you if I can. This young woman by the way, the blonde, who seemed to be about twenty years old, she had superior beauty, a girl you would say is a “10”. She was even more beautiful than another taller blonde I saw around Caesar’s Palace that day in a peach dress who was also a 10.

Unfortunately I left my phone unpowered when I went to the Strip that day, not even having left a little charge to take pictures or video of any beauties I saw because of time constraints and the Strip having no outside charging spots except in two distant spots that are inconvenient to use.

How Bad Is My Life?

This morning I thought about the strange events I go through and hear about from others, bizarre people with mental problems, maybe demonic, and thinking about how perhaps the suffering I go through which though painful is not really much to complain about, as I often see very crippled people, elderly and severely drug addicted going about every day, often the same ones, clearly very miserable and tortured, so why should I worry so much as if I myself won’t be able to “make it”? I think of pigeons too, how some become very dirty and live a miserable life for maybe years, and
they survive. So, if I have my youth and strength, no addictions, and have a lot going for me including a religion with a good base as opposed to a free for all mind wildly going everywhere, it’s not so bad, for me at least. Yesterday night I encountered two blacks, somewhat young, and both had 99 cent store carts on the sidewalk filled with products and were apparently going home. I was on my bike going in the proper direction on the sidewalk behind them with a lot of bulk and my three cats in my carrier on my bike and was biking very slowly, more than enough for them to move aside politely. The male let me pass, however his apparent wife, a clear Walmart employee decided to TAKE THE ENTIRE SIDEWALK despite full well knowing I was trying to get through. And she rudely deliberately got in my way. So I squeezed past her anyways going to the edge of the curb and looked back at her and she said, “Shouldn’t you be on the street?” I learned actually, NO, and that it’s a myth bikers have to be there when riding. The law problem comes in when you’re going in the opposite direction, and especially are not easy to see, and worse, speeding with people walking in the way, obviously. But clearly she was in the wrong as, 1, she and her husband illegally took the carts, 2, she deliberately got in my way when she could have easily gone IN FRONT of her cart rather than to the side and taking up all the space except a literal inch and that only because she wasn’t trying to be extra annoying, though still was being a kind of bully, 3, suppose I dismounted, I then would have been taking up more space by standing at the side of my bike trying to get past her, so her complaining and annoyance was uncalled for. So I turned around and headed for her and she immediately started babbling in arrogance and she said she’d hit me if I didn’t going away, or hit me for some reason. I then tried to record her on my cellphone and pursued her across the street with her husband watching and began recording and I said, “I can understand if you are angry” (because of her being poor and having trouble pushing her cart and the usual annoyances in life) but she cut me off before I could say another word and again began arrogantly ranting and threw two LARGE, not even medium sized, but large rocks at me into the street, and then her husband began chasing me to the point where my backpack fell off my bike. And despite me repeatedly saying I had cats on my bike they were still being jerks. But as I made it back to the main street trying to prevent him from touching me he wised up seeing the traffic and seemed to notice my cats and then backed away. At one point he had said, “If you touch her I will…” but I forget what he said, it was however a violent threat and stupid as I was clearly trying to prevent my bike from falling and trying to stay on it. I went to Walmart to complain but they didn’t make or want to make the effort to identify her but said she could have been from another store. She would have been from either the one at Trop and Pecos or the one on Russel Road. She was a bulky somewhat short black woman with her hair, for lack of a better way to explain it, pulled up on her head, though not high, but flat, maybe with a bun in back, a small one, and not round, I think. She was wearing beige pants. This happened sometime not long after 10 PM last night, in Las Vegas, so if you know who she was, please let know. And so you know, my carrier is gold and not hard to see, and pretty big.

As for the strange event I mentioned, it was that of a homeless girl who claimed to be 24 who has been in my area for perhaps two or three days. Someone I knew said she claimed to be demon possessed, and the next day and become the girlfriend of a homeless schizophrenic man I am sometimes with who smells horribly almost always after claiming her boyfriend “ran away”, and yet she leaned on him and without any sign of disgust fully tolerated his smell. She was pretty, and he immoral and rude even if friendlyish and helpful at times and I was the one often helping him as opposed to the other way around, so it was annoying to see this, but after I parted from them he told me this morning that she freaked out on him. I asked him what happened and he claimed she had a “living nightmare” and wouldn’t wake up and that (when she did) that at Subway threw her drink at him with it loaded with soda and accused him of being a murderer.

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.

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