Part 2? If you're wondering where part 1 is, you'll have to go back to the beginning of the year. Feel free to read that one first, but long story short, we had to help my mother-in-law get home from Montana after New Years. Please bear with me as I use Sarge's blog to vent a bit, release some stress, and provide something that might help you and yours some day.
Sunday, September 28, 2025
A Hectic New Year part 2
Part 2? If you're wondering where part 1 is, you'll have to go back to the beginning of the year. Feel free to read that one first, but long story short, we had to help my mother-in-law get home from Montana after New Years. Please bear with me as I use Sarge's blog to vent a bit, release some stress, and provide something that might help you and yours some day.
Monday, April 17, 2023
Potpourri
So...There I was...* Flat out of Airspeed, Altitude and Ideas. (Yes, Beans, been there before, never liked it, nor the usual outcome). Fortunately, in a comment on Sarge's post from yesterday where he had revealed his inner U-Boat driver wish, Scott the Badger had mentioned "Norwegian Forest Rescue Cats".
My first thought was "We have two of those!" But the "Forest" part threw me for a loop. I didn't think that had been part of their breed's name. So, I went to the source of all possible knowledge about any possible subject both in the known Universe and the unknown Universe.
Why, Beans, that would be my Wife, of course, not Google! What a silly question to ask.
I will edit out portions of her response, because Sarge wants this to be a Family Friendly Blog.
"juvat, you **** ***** ****, They're not Norwegian anything Cats! They're Korats!"
Me being me, and ever curious where my brain has wandered off to, decided to confirm her answer.
Yes, Beans, after we had returned from Breakfast and I was alone in my office.
ANYHOW, and as usual, she was right.
You decide
| Norwegian Forest Feline | Korat Feline |
|---|---|
| MoushKa | MooshKa |
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| Guarding Mrs. J's Desk | This Guard Cat Thing is HARD work |
So, juvat, what new and important information did you find out about Korat Cats? Well, Sarge, interestingly this site had some pretty good info about them. Much of that, I had already learned from the cats themselves. They are quite affectionate, vocal, playful and very friendly. First written about in 1350 BCE, until the '60s, they were only given away as gifts as a sign of respect and affection. There was one other statistic in the article that caught my eye.
Korat's cost between $400 and $2000. We have two.
So, juvat, how did you afford that much for a couple of cats?
Well, Sarge, apparently their former owners are either extraordinarily generous in "giving" them to us or they are dumber than a box of rocks. My vote is on the latter.
You see, there appears to be a program in place where city folk who have grown tired of their pets, drive out into the country and drop them off in the middle of nowhere. The Animal Good Fairy then directs them to a suitable domicile where they will be welcomed with open arms.
Or, they starve to death, get killed by a predator, run over by a car or otherwise meet their demise.
Moushka and Mooshka showed up at our doorstep early one morning. They were pretty dirty, very thirsty and incredibly hungry. A bit of water, a small helping of kitty food, a wipe down with a damp rag and a successful introduction to the other adoptees all obtained from a similar situation (grand total for the family is now 7 Cats and 1 Dog, plus 2 pound puppies and 2 pasture ponies, 3 cats, 3 dogs and 2 horses are still with us).
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| From Front to Back: Oskar (pound puppy), Cooper (pound puppy), Annie (wandered onto the property) |
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| Schmedley wandered onto the property. Based on injuries she had, the Vet believed she'd been thrown from a moving car. |
Suffice it to say, if I EVER catch someone doing that dump and run crap...well, I hope the jury is composed of animal lovers.
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| This was done right. Breeding farm was going under. Turned the horses over to a Vet, who advertised them. Cabernet and Merlot (L to R) now reside on Rancho juvat |
Oh, well, on to a happier subject. MBD and The Rev have signed the contract for their house. Our plan is to visit next Saturday and give it a look see. It was a bit pricey, but doable. Our objective is to see what Mrs. J and I can do to help and lower fixing/moving costs a bit. Back in my caveman days, I painted my way through college, so I should be able to help there. We'll see. I may have to negotiate with my blogger boss as painting on the weekends with a 3 hour drive each way, may impart a slight impedance to blogging on Monday, we'll see.
Had a good time Saturday nite at our Wine Maker Friend's Winery. They host a quarterly dinner for their wine club members. This one's theme was Poor Man's Dinner. It's generally held around April 15th and features Beans and Corn Bread as the menu, hence the name. It did include Wine (of course). Surprisingly, the meal was quite tasty. Many of the participants had gone on the Wine Cruise in March, so Mrs. J and I knew most folks there. Mrs. J's heavily into planning another Wine Cruise from Nuremburg to Luxembourg on the Rhine,Moselle and Main Rivers in November '24. Our Friends wanted her to give a short spiel about the trip to start generating interest. The March Cruise was a blast, this one should be no different.
While we were sitting at the table eating, we got introduced to the Brother of one of the ladies that went on the cruise. He'd obviously been briefed as the first thing he asked was what had I flown. I told him and he told me that he'd been a C-130 and C-5 pilot. He was about a year ahead of me going through pilot training, so we had a blast telling "war" stories. All in all, it was a good time.
Finally, MBD and Little J had asked me to put together a notebook of my favorite recipes that I cook. It's one of those on again/off again projects. While I've typed up a lot of my recipes, I haven't had much enthusiasm about the project. Until now.
This week, I happened to have been going through the closet in my office (sometimes referred to as "The Dump") when I saw a plastic box I had forgotten about quite a while ago. It was full of my Mom's favorite (and therefore my favorite) recipes.
Well, retyping them into the computer should keep me off the streets at night for a while. All were hand written. Yeah, my eyes leaked a bit. Only fair...She is my Mom!
Peace out y'all!







