Glad to see my lifelong disinterest in golf is paying off
let me tell you about golf
i grew up in a little desert valley called Tucson, Arizona, where it only rains 2 inches a year on average. the majority of the city’s water is pumped from an underground aquifer, which took millions of years to fill. one of the biggest conservation efforts in our city was for water, naturally, and i spent a lot of time learning about low flow toilets and 5 minute showers. i learned that filling your sink basin and washing your dishes in that water is less costly than running the tap. i learned that it only takes 2 days without water on the desert for someone to die
the city was sinking as the aquifer drained. neighborhoods fell into flood zones that didnt exist 10 years ago
there’s a road called Golf Links in the city and it is lined with golf courses. miles of green grass where grass doesn’t grow, in a valley where it doesn’t rain. why? because the rich white retirees who moved there to stop the aching in their joints decided they should also get to play golf. meanwhile our public schools taught small children like me that taking long showers would kill the world
let the golf industry burn
There are 15,500+ golf courses in the United States alone.
I took Horatio and Nebula to the low cost vet clinic this morning. They were way overdue. Tbh I’m not sure Ray has ever gotten his shots. I know. I’m a terrible cat owner. But I’ve been broke for so damn long and they never go out. But it still needed to be done.
I am so proud of them though. There were some kitty tears ngl. Nebula especially voiced her displeasure at being stuffed in a box in a car then being stuck outside surrounded by loud and nosy dogs. Ray mostly curled up in his crate and played If I Can’t See You You Can’t See Me. Poor guy.
There was one really old black lab named Ike who wanted to come over and sniff the cats. He was super calm about it and his owner told me that he has cats at home and can’t stand to hear them cry and wanted too see if Nebula was okay. It was really sweet. Then there was a really young…idk kelpie maybe? Could of been a German shepherd idk. It was in a harness but its owner kept letting it stick its face in my cats’ cages but not calmly like Ike. And she’d scold it but not put much effort into holding the dog back. Also the owner would not stfu the. Entire. Time. We. Were. There.
*EDIT BECAUSE TUMBLR ATE HALF THIS POST WTF*
We finally got inside. The whole thing is a temporary clinic, so it’s just one room and they bring the animals in a few at a time. For the cats, they had me go into the bathroom so if they bolt, they won’t get far. The vet used the changing table as a makeshift exam table and had me pull them out one at a time. And guys….
They were GREAT.
I figured they’d squirm or scratch or try to escape. I was seriously worried Ray would bite. But nope. They let me pull them out without a fight and sat there and got their shots without a bit of fuss. They even let her give them their dewormer, which is administered orally without any problems.
We went back out into the room, and I’m not going to deny I felt a surge of pride knowing all three of my fur babies were so brave about getting their shots. Though I did wait until we got to the car to tell the cats how proud I was of them that they were braver than the kelpie that had been messing with them.
And they were calm as can be on the ride home. I think they were grateful to be away from all the dogs and people. I also expected them both to hide under the bed and hate me for hours, but no. Nebula snuggled with me on the bed, and Ray has stayed nearby.
The Paradox Machine 