Matt, I don't think there is one short, pithy Bible verse that echoes Burke's quote. One thing that I like to say to the "blue lives matter" people is that I take police officers's safety so much to heart that I want all of them in this country to have the kind of community support, trust and respect that comes only from genuine accountability for the way they discharge their duties.
'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
Natter 74: Ready or Not
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Poor Tim. I hope the emergency dentist can help soon.
Oh man, I hope Tim gets rellief, Steph.
Poor Tim!
Hey, remember when I was going to clean my bathroom? Done, finally!
Poor Tim!
So I took the kitty into BARCS just now. Cried the way there and was super lovey during intake. Which made it hard, but reinforced that it was the right call. My cats reaction from afar had clearly stressed her out, hence why the hissing at me last night. And I didn't even have to wrestle her into the carrier! I left it out last night and she slept in it, so all I had to do was zip it up.
Intake named her Andy. I just made a large donation in her honor.
And yes, I got teary leaving. Of course.
Aw, I hope she finds her people!
Could they tell if she was chipped?
Laura, somehow I avoided tears. Not sure how but my heart was going a mile a minute and I was so worried about my dad's reaction to his car being busted. Again, he was so gracious and kind about it.
Today is the memorial. I was told they are expecting 100s of people. I basically just want to hug the kids and listen to my dad's eulogy for her and then I'm set.
She wasn't, alas. But she's so squooshy, with plush, clean fur and litterbox trained, she had to have been a pet., probably indoor, fairly recently.
Poor, Tim! I hope the dentist is able to help him get some relief quickly.
sarameg, I hope they can find the kitty's people.
I hope her people find her soon!
I think I officially have a cold (rather than the more generic feeling lousy that I could not quite ascribe to anything specific) because I have hit the point where the inside of my head actually feels cold and I think to myself "is this why it's called a cold?"
Which makes me feel a little better about missing Suzi. Glad y'all were able to get together, and that your dad is taking the car troubles in stride.