intimate strangers

[dragonlady7]

Seen on silverwerecat's livejournal:


The problem with LJ is that we all feel we are so close, and yet there are tremendous gaps in our knowledge about each other.

So, I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about.

Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you.


(I rephrased. Sorry. I'm totally, totally, hardcore in editing mode and there was a comma splice. Forgive me. I don't know if you're supposed to edit these copy-and-paste memes but that comma was just crying out to me under the weight of a sentence it couldn't support on its own like that. Also, I didn't like the choice of words. God, I am in the wrong line of work.)


(And yes, the post title is an Indigo Girls reference. I haven't entirely left that phase behind.)



On an entirely different note:
It has snowed here twice and we have certainly had a few frosts, and yet the crickets sing unabated. Inexplicable. They must breed 'em hardy around here. All the foliage is dead, and yet...

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[silverwerecat.livejournal.com]

I tried to reply to this earlier, but LJ kept giving me an error message...

Tell us about your first pet, or the animal that has had the greatest impact on your life. (I suppose you were not expecting that from me, huh?)

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

LOL! I actually wasn't expecting that. :)

My first pets (there wasn't just one) were a matched set, a puppy and a kitten. They were both adopted to fill my parents' new house right around the time I was born. They were both brown and white, and so was I-- I have two large brown birth marks.
The dog was Biscuit, and she lived to be 12 or so. She was a mutt, a good-natured medium-sized (30-40 lb, medium-long legs) dog-dog, and tolerant of children.
The cat was Cupcake. He was a Very Sensible Cat, and he and my father had a very good relationship of mutual respect. Dad still speaks of him as a real cat-- not prone to making noise or causing trouble, an efficient mouser, and a devoted father (back then, the fashion was to wait a year before neutering, and that is, whoops, too long)-- also, tolerant of children, as my icon above indicates.
While still a kitten, Cupcake killed a rat in my bedroom that was nearly as big as he was. (My parents' house was not exactly animal-proof when we moved in, and Cupcake was a very practical purchase to keep the rodent population down.)
He died of liver failure at 14, I think.

Those two are far from the only animals we had. At one point the animal population was:
3 cats
2 dogs
2 horses
2 rabbits
4 hamsters
3 goldfish
and...
15 chickens.
Also, my mother has always been an avid bird feeder, so the wild birds are numerous. (She participates in the Feederwatch program through Cornell University, and her feeders are a visible speck on the map because she attracts birds outside their normal range. Also, we are near a pond and a major river, and surrounded by cornfields. That helps too.)
And their property (50 acres, mostly left 'wild' except for tended trails Dad maintains with a machete) supports deer, grouse, geese, turkeys, weasels, groundhogs, raccoons, foxes, and innumerable rodents.

Just a few animals there.

Pictures of my horse: http://www.bridget.kelly.name/Pictures/sugar/sugar.html
Assorted photos from my childhood at my parents' house in the country:
http://www.bridget.kelly.name/Pictures/melrose/melrose.html

You didn't expect a short answer, did you?

[silverwerecat.livejournal.com]

You didn't expect a short answer, did you?

Heh, of course not. And I love the photo/icon. Was Cupcake a white cat with red head and red tale (Van)? If so, my Lugh is just like that and very tolerant of EVERYONE. He's the "so playful" cat in my icon.

I also love birds. I wish I could install a bird feeder outside, but the cats would consider it some kind of kitty snack bar. *sigh*