Roxie on Patrol

"Singh" wrote in message
...
No, you're not prying, I don't mind telling my story. My mental health
history
and background of abuse essentially prohibits me from adopting according
to
state regs. No one wants to give a baby to someone who's taken the ride on
the
Disorient Express, to quote "Barney Miller."

Oh wow, still another reason to hate buerocracy. I *hate* it when
regulations are used to prevent goodness or logic or justice.

It is the will of Waheguru, our
divine creator, that I have this ovarian nuisance; and His/Her will as
well that
I have this blockade of mental illness that I must continue to chip away
until
either I die or it does.

Baha, you are the most *sane* person I've "met" in a long, long time -
myself included. You have balance, wisdom, compassion - things that, by all
rights, should have been destroyed by your abuser. The fact that you were
able to not only survive that, but come out the other side such a good
person is absolutely amazing to me.

I have no regrets. Louie and I give to the future by
assisting the Girl Scouts, especially in poor districts, and in things
like
speaking to the Sikh youth about tolerance and overcoming prejudice. (It
has not
been easy being the only non-Indian in the Sikh community, on either
side.) I
want to take this to a grander scale by working with the Holocaust
Resource
Center and Jewish Family Services as a descendant of a Holocaust survivor,
and
teach about abuse and tolerance in schools and perhaps in the prison
system
where men are rehabbing from being abusers. If I can keep someone from
someday
raising hands to a child, I'll have done an even greater good.

Again, amazing! I wish everyone were so forgiving and giving! Maybe that
*is* the reason Waheguru chose for you the way He did - in divine wisdom -
to make a difference in the world through you.

On a lighter side, I do get to be an Auntie, and Aunties get to have all
the
fun. I don't mean an Auntie only to actual nieces and nephews. Among Sikhs
an
older lady with whom one is on friendly terms is called Auntie (Chaachee.)
I get
to do all the stuff that parents never do, like teach the kids to sing
"Greasy
Grimy Gopher Guts" or "Johnny Had a Steamboat," and how to burp REALLY
loud.
There is something in small children that appreciates such subversive
things,
and it is part of North American folklore; but it always has to come from
a
non-parent relative, friend-of-family or Scout leader or suchlike. And
while I'm
doing that, I'll be telling them about how the kitties stole the ham or
how
Brandy fell into the toilet. Maybe, despite what the state says, I might
make a
good mother, I don't know; and we haven't the resources for private
adoption. I
trust in the will of my creator. If Guruji wants to open that door for us,
believe me, it'll happen. That's one of God's job attributes, and the
difference
between God and a puny human schmuck like me.

Blessed be,
Baha

PS: to burp really loud, when the gas is about to come up, open your jaws
wide
but round out your mouth to a small O shape. This gives resonance, kind of
like
singing in the Hollywood Bowl.

LOL - I'll keep that in mind for the next time the grandbabies visit, that
ought to drive my daughter!! ;

Hugs,

CatNipped

CatNipped wrote:

"Singh" wrote in message
...
For the past two days, our Roxie has been pulling guard duty at the
top
of the stairs, bapping Stosh and Brandy if they try to push the door
to
Odessa's room open or cause general mischief.

Roxie and Odessa each know that there is someone on the other side of
the door. I heard a conversation this morning, and for once it did not
include a cussword. Roxie and Odessa were actually speaking in civil
tones to one another: Roxie in her high-pitched trill-meow dialect,
and
Odessa in a clear, rather loud squeak. I am certain that Roxie must
have
told Odessa not to be too nervous, and indeed there is a change in our
little newcomer. She's coming out more, and she's not calling out
obscenities when I get near her.

I'm still not ready to put the gate up and supervise the first stage
of
integration, not yet. Odessa is still on the shy side, though getting
less skittish. Maybe tomorrow or Wednesday. Right now Louie and I are
spending time up here, taking turns while the other sees to the other
kids, and we take turns sleeping here with her. We started that with
Roxie, whom we got shortly after Stosh, and it has worked with every
cat
we've brought here so far. Louie will camp out here tonight, and Roxie
will continue her guard duty. I'm identifying with her somehow. She's
been spayed and has never had kittens, and I can't have kids, but
having
the cats around brings out the Mama in both of us.

Blessed be,
Baha

{{{{{{{{{{Baha}}}}}}}}}} Have you thought about adoption? I don't mean
to
pry, but I think you would make a *FANTASTIC* mom - you have such a kind
and
insightful soul.

I'm glad Odessa is getting more used to her family - I know it seems
like
forever, but she is adjusting amazingly fast for a kitty!

Hugs,

CatNipped

"Kreisleriana" wrote in message
...

I loved "Barney Miller." I loved the names for the trip to Bellevue--
like the "Disorient Express" and the "Cookie Wagon."
I'm still waiting for "Blood on the Badge" to come out.


Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com

Oh my, yes - what a great show. I loved it the time Wojohowitz brought in
"special" brownies his current girlfriend baked for him. After Fish came
back from chasing down a suspect - jumping over roofs like a kid - and then
found out about the brownies, he remarked, "Just my luck, the first time
I've felt this good in 30 years and it has to be illegal". Brilliant show!

Hugs,

CatNipped

"Kreisleriana" wrote in message
...

I loved "Barney Miller." I loved the names for the trip to Bellevue--
like the "Disorient Express" and the "Cookie Wagon."
I'm still waiting for "Blood on the Badge" to come out.


Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com

Oh my, yes - what a great show. I loved it the time Wojohowitz brought in
"special" brownies his current girlfriend baked for him. After Fish came
back from chasing down a suspect - jumping over roofs like a kid - and then
found out about the brownies, he remarked, "Just my luck, the first time
I've felt this good in 30 years and it has to be illegal". Brilliant show!

Hugs,

CatNipped

"Kreisleriana" wrote in message
...

I loved "Barney Miller." I loved the names for the trip to Bellevue--
like the "Disorient Express" and the "Cookie Wagon."
I'm still waiting for "Blood on the Badge" to come out.


Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com

Oh my, yes - what a great show. I loved it the time Wojohowitz brought in
"special" brownies his current girlfriend baked for him. After Fish came
back from chasing down a suspect - jumping over roofs like a kid - and then
found out about the brownies, he remarked, "Just my luck, the first time
I've felt this good in 30 years and it has to be illegal". Brilliant show!

Hugs,

CatNipped

CatNipped wrote:

"Singh" wrote in message
...
No, you're not prying, I don't mind telling my story. My mental health
history
and background of abuse essentially prohibits me from adopting according
to
state regs. No one wants to give a baby to someone who's taken the ride on
the
Disorient Express, to quote "Barney Miller."

Oh wow, still another reason to hate buerocracy. I *hate* it when
regulations are used to prevent goodness or logic or justice.

There is no logic to governement. I'm giving serious consideration to writing in
Alfred E. Neuman for president (Mad magazine's campaign slogan: You could do
worse, and always have!)

It is the will of Waheguru, our
divine creator, that I have this ovarian nuisance; and His/Her will as
well that
I have this blockade of mental illness that I must continue to chip away
until
either I die or it does.

Baha, you are the most *sane* person I've "met" in a long, long time -
myself included. You have balance, wisdom, compassion - things that, by all
rights, should have been destroyed by your abuser. The fact that you were
able to not only survive that, but come out the other side such a good
person is absolutely amazing to me.

Thanks. I once told a buddy I was surprised I came out without abusing drugs,
turning to crime, or thinking I was Napoleon. But wait, I think I did; that's
how I got to the Cookie Factory last August! :-P But seriously, it took many
years to realize that I was not at fault for may father's flashbacks. He was a
POW and was not a Jew, though he helped Jews escape Poland. That's how he got to
the camps and got his mind turned to Jello. He had flashbacks like you hear
about Vietnam vets getting, and he used to see the SS doing horrible things to
women and children. When he'd get the flashbacks he'd act out the stuff he'd
seen. He was just a teenager when he was caught, and ended up cooperating to
save his hide. It is a condition called Stockholm Syndrome, where a captive
takes on the attitudes of the captors to survive. It killed him. He's still
alive somewhere in Poland; we don't speak. But Hitler killed him. Whatever was
good and noble in the young man who was caught working with the Warsaw
Underground was killed and nothing but sickness and evil remained. I came to the
conclusion that it had to stop here. Der son of a bitch Fuehrer may have burned
to death in a bunker but he is not going to take me with him.

I have no regrets. Louie and I give to the future by
assisting the Girl Scouts, especially in poor districts, and in things
like
speaking to the Sikh youth about tolerance and overcoming prejudice. (It
has not
been easy being the only non-Indian in the Sikh community, on either
side.) I
want to take this to a grander scale by working with the Holocaust
Resource
Center and Jewish Family Services as a descendant of a Holocaust survivor,
and
teach about abuse and tolerance in schools and perhaps in the prison
system
where men are rehabbing from being abusers. If I can keep someone from
someday
raising hands to a child, I'll have done an even greater good.

Again, amazing! I wish everyone were so forgiving and giving! Maybe that
*is* the reason Waheguru chose for you the way He did - in divine wisdom -
to make a difference in the world through you.

I don't know. Time will tell. I hope I can do something so that the cycle ends
with me; or that it will end for someone else. I don't wish this on anyone. I'm
a mental patient now because of hate. I hope to God I'm not puffing myself up
somehow. I just want to do something to end the fear and hate, so some kid out
there doesn't have to be afraid of going to bed and the bogeyman is just a
folktale and not a real person.


PS: to burp really loud, when the gas is about to come up, open your jaws
wide
but round out your mouth to a small O shape. This gives resonance, kind of
like
singing in the Hollywood Bowl.

LOL - I'll keep that in mind for the next time the grandbabies visit, that
ought to drive my daughter!! ;

Tell the kids that broccoli and brussels sprouts will make them fart. Even the
most dedicated veggie-haters will eat it if it promises flatulence. Little
children don't give half a damn for nutrition. They want fun, and farts are
funny. And, to be sung to the tune of "The Old Gray Mare..."

Great big gobs of
Greasy grimy gopher guts,
Mutilated monkey meat,
Little bony birdie feet,
French-fried eyeballs swimming in a bowl of blood
And I forgot my spoon!

(spoken) But not my straw! (slurp!)

Having a sense of humor is an essential part of my treatment package!

Blessed be,
Baha

CatNipped wrote:

"Singh" wrote in message
...
No, you're not prying, I don't mind telling my story. My mental health
history
and background of abuse essentially prohibits me from adopting according
to
state regs. No one wants to give a baby to someone who's taken the ride on
the
Disorient Express, to quote "Barney Miller."

Oh wow, still another reason to hate buerocracy. I *hate* it when
regulations are used to prevent goodness or logic or justice.

There is no logic to governement. I'm giving serious consideration to writing in
Alfred E. Neuman for president (Mad magazine's campaign slogan: You could do
worse, and always have!)

It is the will of Waheguru, our
divine creator, that I have this ovarian nuisance; and His/Her will as
well that
I have this blockade of mental illness that I must continue to chip away
until
either I die or it does.

Baha, you are the most *sane* person I've "met" in a long, long time -
myself included. You have balance, wisdom, compassion - things that, by all
rights, should have been destroyed by your abuser. The fact that you were
able to not only survive that, but come out the other side such a good
person is absolutely amazing to me.

Thanks. I once told a buddy I was surprised I came out without abusing drugs,
turning to crime, or thinking I was Napoleon. But wait, I think I did; that's
how I got to the Cookie Factory last August! :-P But seriously, it took many
years to realize that I was not at fault for may father's flashbacks. He was a
POW and was not a Jew, though he helped Jews escape Poland. That's how he got to
the camps and got his mind turned to Jello. He had flashbacks like you hear
about Vietnam vets getting, and he used to see the SS doing horrible things to
women and children. When he'd get the flashbacks he'd act out the stuff he'd
seen. He was just a teenager when he was caught, and ended up cooperating to
save his hide. It is a condition called Stockholm Syndrome, where a captive
takes on the attitudes of the captors to survive. It killed him. He's still
alive somewhere in Poland; we don't speak. But Hitler killed him. Whatever was
good and noble in the young man who was caught working with the Warsaw
Underground was killed and nothing but sickness and evil remained. I came to the
conclusion that it had to stop here. Der son of a bitch Fuehrer may have burned
to death in a bunker but he is not going to take me with him.

I have no regrets. Louie and I give to the future by
assisting the Girl Scouts, especially in poor districts, and in things
like
speaking to the Sikh youth about tolerance and overcoming prejudice. (It
has not
been easy being the only non-Indian in the Sikh community, on either
side.) I
want to take this to a grander scale by working with the Holocaust
Resource
Center and Jewish Family Services as a descendant of a Holocaust survivor,
and
teach about abuse and tolerance in schools and perhaps in the prison
system
where men are rehabbing from being abusers. If I can keep someone from
someday
raising hands to a child, I'll have done an even greater good.

Again, amazing! I wish everyone were so forgiving and giving! Maybe that
*is* the reason Waheguru chose for you the way He did - in divine wisdom -
to make a difference in the world through you.

I don't know. Time will tell. I hope I can do something so that the cycle ends
with me; or that it will end for someone else. I don't wish this on anyone. I'm
a mental patient now because of hate. I hope to God I'm not puffing myself up
somehow. I just want to do something to end the fear and hate, so some kid out
there doesn't have to be afraid of going to bed and the bogeyman is just a
folktale and not a real person.


PS: to burp really loud, when the gas is about to come up, open your jaws
wide
but round out your mouth to a small O shape. This gives resonance, kind of
like
singing in the Hollywood Bowl.

LOL - I'll keep that in mind for the next time the grandbabies visit, that
ought to drive my daughter!! ;

Tell the kids that broccoli and brussels sprouts will make them fart. Even the
most dedicated veggie-haters will eat it if it promises flatulence. Little
children don't give half a damn for nutrition. They want fun, and farts are
funny. And, to be sung to the tune of "The Old Gray Mare..."

Great big gobs of
Greasy grimy gopher guts,
Mutilated monkey meat,
Little bony birdie feet,
French-fried eyeballs swimming in a bowl of blood
And I forgot my spoon!

(spoken) But not my straw! (slurp!)

Having a sense of humor is an essential part of my treatment package!

Blessed be,
Baha

CatNipped wrote:

"Singh" wrote in message
...
No, you're not prying, I don't mind telling my story. My mental health
history
and background of abuse essentially prohibits me from adopting according
to
state regs. No one wants to give a baby to someone who's taken the ride on
the
Disorient Express, to quote "Barney Miller."

Oh wow, still another reason to hate buerocracy. I *hate* it when
regulations are used to prevent goodness or logic or justice.

There is no logic to governement. I'm giving serious consideration to writing in
Alfred E. Neuman for president (Mad magazine's campaign slogan: You could do
worse, and always have!)

It is the will of Waheguru, our
divine creator, that I have this ovarian nuisance; and His/Her will as
well that
I have this blockade of mental illness that I must continue to chip away
until
either I die or it does.

Baha, you are the most *sane* person I've "met" in a long, long time -
myself included. You have balance, wisdom, compassion - things that, by all
rights, should have been destroyed by your abuser. The fact that you were
able to not only survive that, but come out the other side such a good
person is absolutely amazing to me.

Thanks. I once told a buddy I was surprised I came out without abusing drugs,
turning to crime, or thinking I was Napoleon. But wait, I think I did; that's
how I got to the Cookie Factory last August! :-P But seriously, it took many
years to realize that I was not at fault for may father's flashbacks. He was a
POW and was not a Jew, though he helped Jews escape Poland. That's how he got to
the camps and got his mind turned to Jello. He had flashbacks like you hear
about Vietnam vets getting, and he used to see the SS doing horrible things to
women and children. When he'd get the flashbacks he'd act out the stuff he'd
seen. He was just a teenager when he was caught, and ended up cooperating to
save his hide. It is a condition called Stockholm Syndrome, where a captive
takes on the attitudes of the captors to survive. It killed him. He's still
alive somewhere in Poland; we don't speak. But Hitler killed him. Whatever was
good and noble in the young man who was caught working with the Warsaw
Underground was killed and nothing but sickness and evil remained. I came to the
conclusion that it had to stop here. Der son of a bitch Fuehrer may have burned
to death in a bunker but he is not going to take me with him.

I have no regrets. Louie and I give to the future by
assisting the Girl Scouts, especially in poor districts, and in things
like
speaking to the Sikh youth about tolerance and overcoming prejudice. (It
has not
been easy being the only non-Indian in the Sikh community, on either
side.) I
want to take this to a grander scale by working with the Holocaust
Resource
Center and Jewish Family Services as a descendant of a Holocaust survivor,
and
teach about abuse and tolerance in schools and perhaps in the prison
system
where men are rehabbing from being abusers. If I can keep someone from
someday
raising hands to a child, I'll have done an even greater good.

Again, amazing! I wish everyone were so forgiving and giving! Maybe that
*is* the reason Waheguru chose for you the way He did - in divine wisdom -
to make a difference in the world through you.

I don't know. Time will tell. I hope I can do something so that the cycle ends
with me; or that it will end for someone else. I don't wish this on anyone. I'm
a mental patient now because of hate. I hope to God I'm not puffing myself up
somehow. I just want to do something to end the fear and hate, so some kid out
there doesn't have to be afraid of going to bed and the bogeyman is just a
folktale and not a real person.


PS: to burp really loud, when the gas is about to come up, open your jaws
wide
but round out your mouth to a small O shape. This gives resonance, kind of
like
singing in the Hollywood Bowl.

LOL - I'll keep that in mind for the next time the grandbabies visit, that
ought to drive my daughter!! ;

Tell the kids that broccoli and brussels sprouts will make them fart. Even the
most dedicated veggie-haters will eat it if it promises flatulence. Little
children don't give half a damn for nutrition. They want fun, and farts are
funny. And, to be sung to the tune of "The Old Gray Mare..."

Great big gobs of
Greasy grimy gopher guts,
Mutilated monkey meat,
Little bony birdie feet,
French-fried eyeballs swimming in a bowl of blood
And I forgot my spoon!

(spoken) But not my straw! (slurp!)

Having a sense of humor is an essential part of my treatment package!

Blessed be,
Baha

Singh wrote:
SNIP
PS: to burp really loud, when the gas is about to come up, open your
jaws wide but round out your mouth to a small O shape. This gives
resonance, kind of like singing in the Hollywood Bowl.

That's what I like about this group, you learn such usefull things. ;-)
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy & Bagheera)
A house is not a home, without a cat.

Singh wrote:
SNIP
PS: to burp really loud, when the gas is about to come up, open your
jaws wide but round out your mouth to a small O shape. This gives
resonance, kind of like singing in the Hollywood Bowl.

That's what I like about this group, you learn such usefull things. ;-)
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy & Bagheera)
A house is not a home, without a cat.

Singh wrote:
SNIP
PS: to burp really loud, when the gas is about to come up, open your
jaws wide but round out your mouth to a small O shape. This gives
resonance, kind of like singing in the Hollywood Bowl.

That's what I like about this group, you learn such usefull things. ;-)
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy & Bagheera)
A house is not a home, without a cat.