We've Raised a Wuss Cat

Sad but true.

This cat is amazing in so many ways. So sensitive. So affectionate. So beautiful. So graceful. So completely psychic when we start thinking about giving him his medication. And such a squirming mama's boy.

A couple of days ago an ear infection flaired up, and overnight he scratched a big raw spot on his shoulder. So Saturday, it was the trauma of a vet visit. He came back in total mistrust mode; he'd run to another room if he saw either of us walking around. (Forget coming when we call him.) We had to trap him and drag him out from under the furniture just to put the Tressoderm in his ears. This morning we couldn't even get him out from under a cabinet. We finally wrestled his head out just far enough (with my arm pinning him from behind) that C. could put drops in his ears. Just for drops! Heaven help us if we ever have to pill him.

I didn't ask to get a metrosexual cat. I hope he doesn't start shaving his chest, and wearing cosmetics and earrings.

Today's Bakhtin Quote

Actually, today's quote is Bakhtin quoting Konrad Burdach:

Humanism and Renaissance are not the product of knowledge. They do not arise because scholars discover the lost monuments of antique literature and art, and strive to bring them back to life. Humanism and the Renaissance were born from the passionate and boundless expecation and striving of an aging epoch; its soul, shattered to its very depths was thirsting for a new youth.

First post

I don't know that I'll be much of an active blogger, but so many things are converging at this point that I need to write some of these things down. Neo-neocon is certainly one of my inspirations; her journey reflects mine in a number of ways. What I see in the Middle East is also driving a lot of my need to think and write.

So.... I'll be back. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere.