Meanwhile, it's another nice autumn day today...although temps will get a bit warmer, topping out in the MID-70s. Still plenty of sunshine to go around and maybe a mild breeze and a cloud or two to pass the time.
And yes, some trees have already begun their fall foliage display.
One of our trees has the outermost leaves turning a nice red-orange.
So, time waits for no one, especially on the weekend, so get comfy, pour yourself another cup of whatever you're preferring this morning, and let's get started with what's been going on...
*** First out of the litter-box today is YES...ANOTHER SHOOTING on the city's...(...all together, folks...)...SOUTHEAST SIDE!
FATAL shooting to boot, so add another notch onto the homicide tally.
That makes THIRTY TWO HOMICIDES.
This happened last night around 2315 hrs at the Southbridge Apartments (behind the old location of the Southtown Mall) in the 8000 block of Hanna St. (extended).
Here's the story link:
Police responded to a call for a signal 113 (shots fired) and when they arrived they found a man in front of one of the apartment buildings.
DOA on scene.
Two black males were seen fleeing around another building on foot.
K-9 unit was called to locate the suspects, but was unable to get a good track.
Again, no motive, no suspects, two runs, one hit, and no errors...helluva inning, wasn't it?
DO have a problem, especially in the MINORITY COMMUNITY...at least by the body count and ethnicity of the vics, sure LOOKS that way. I hear one pastor is holding an "emergency" meeting to address the violence.
|Jordan Lee Calland|
I know, you need a damn score card to keep track of the body count as they all roll by, don'cha?
*** Okay, this next (and final) part of today's post is gonna be kinda rough for me, so I hope you'll understand.
Yesterday, our female cat, Penelope entered into eternal rest after a rather brief illness.
|Yawning was a great hobby.|
She was still skinny as hell, even though she was eating.
And yesterday morning was pretty much usual...until I heard some crying from the back room.
She got into the litter-pan, but could not get over the lip of the pan, and she was stuck halfway out.
|When they were both but babies|
I carried her back into the family room, curled up my jacket for her to lay in, and cuddled next to her.
For me, it was the start of a very emotional ride on that roller coaster.
|She loved a grocery bag when hiding|
I tried to get some water into her on my finger...no go there.
She did bat lightly at a small green "mouse" we bought for her last Christmas...and then she laid back down.
The only sounds she made were plaintive little meows with each breath...and that will tear your heart out, trust me.
When it was time for "din-din", Rassie (her brother) came out, but Penny wasn't answering the bell, so I took her dish to her and she did eat as I held it up for her.
|One of a few "outside" patio adventures|
Goes to show you can even surprise yourself.
When Wifey came home, she could tell I was a wreck, and I asked her if she could take Penny to the vet for what was to be a final trip.
I've already had ONE cat die in my arms...and Penny's feet were ice cold already, her breathing was a bit on the labored side, and she was as limp as a rag doll in your arms.
Well, I got the carrier down and before I placed her on her blanket inside, I hugged and kissed her good bye...one last time.
|Penny loved Christmas boxes - very comfy.|
Yeah, it sounds corny, but somehow, you get a feeling as if they know and appreciate all you do for them over the years.
When Wifey got back, she told me she was sorry, but Penny wasn't coming home. I knew that much and was trying to resign myself to the fact that our small home was going to be a somewhat larger and quieter, and our family was going to be smaller, without having her roam about wanting attention and meowing for her food.
|And she had a great singing voice.|
|Yes, this was my favorite chair.|
And I suppose that's where this story has a somewhat happy ending for our little lady.
The odd thing is that the author of the poem is UNKNOWN...
Here's a link to the poem:
|Pet Heaven has a new angel.|
And I believe that HE would not want us to grieve incessantly, and therefore demonstrates to us the things in which we should have hope.
I want to think that our Penelope is waiting...for us. IN a place where she no longer has to suffer from infirmities, much like where those family members that have passed on before us also wait.
Maybe it sounds kinda dumb, but it's what I feel.
You need some form of closure.
And in that, there will be a wonderful day of reuniting when OUR turn comes around.
|We will miss you, "Neepers".|
Do have yourselves a great weekend.
Stay SAFE out there, America.
( and if you have a pet...give 'em a hug...for no reason at all)