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When Teen Kiddo was small, one of my two cats determined that if he was in the right spot of the house, he could make a "mom" sound and I'd come running because it sounded like my human child. Double points when he'd bang on one of the doors so I thought Kiddo had trapped themself somewhere. So whether or not that's what he thought if me as, he certainly knew it would get my attention.
Clever little stinker.
(Related: Little Dude's first word, far younger than he ought to have been talking, was "mama" -- though I'm not sure if he understood it was me so much as his sibling said it to make me come over, so it was a good way to summon me.)
Sympathies on the complaints. I hope you and your wife are able to recover with a bit of rest, and that your kitty adjusts soon.
And good luck with the bed frame. I've helped a couple friends move into older houses, and it's always an adventure.
Maybe you can arrange 'play dates' for your Maine Coon and your daughter?
Funny, I just re-watched a show about a renovation show on a 1700s-era New England house and they had to cut in pieces a cabinet to get it up the twisty narrow stairs and then reassemble it in the bedroom. The bed's mattress was a new 'rolled-up' in a box one, and they barely got the frame up there. Would your frame fit in pieces through the windows if you could lift it up somehow?
Mary
Mary,
The bed is a Divan Bed - basically a raised platform for a matress to be put on. The base is a box frame of low quality softwood stapled together with a fabric covering and two drawer runners for drawers to use part of the wasted volume. It's made cheaply and sold at moderate price. It's simply not worth modification, and she's going to want a double bed in the medium term, anyway.
We need the bed in the back bedroom, but the back window is narrower than the front and is directly in line with the chimney brest, meaning that is impossible to get the divan in. It may be possible for the bed to cross the upper stairs landing, so the front bedroom window is an option as it's wider and in the middle of the room (not in line with the chimney).The upstairs front window is a tilting PVC window and has a much smaller opening than the 48" wide sash window it replaced. It may be possible to get the bed base through, however, as mentioned, it's probably not worth the effort to persist with it. The base is light enough for me to lift with 1 hand, but it is bulky and hard to manoeuver.
If the bed were an antique, of particular emotional value to her or intrinsically valuable, we would do it, but it's just a couple of years old and isn't an expensive item.
When it comes to play dates for the daughter & cat. Yes, I agree. These are not entirely without problems, though. Ozzie is a cat, and behaves like one. Which means he wants to punish daughter when she returns by ignoring her for at least 10 minutes and then he doesn't get too close for half an hour, and the down side is that he mopes for hours after she leaves again. I don't know which is best for him, play dates or complete cutting of contact. I feel cutting contact for 6 months could be better in the long term.
Whatever happens, she's not having him. He's not road savvy, and her road is busy - there are never any parking spots, and while traffic speeds are low, he could have problems. Maine Coons are rare here, so when let out into her garden he'd roam well beyond her tiny garden & would run the risk of being trapped & stolen even though he's chipped - there are 34 gardens within the area he could easily roam and up to 100 if he goes a bit further without even crossing any roads. He has spent his life so far roaming over our 1 acre garden and into a number of others of similar size, and he couldn't become an indoor cat - he'd be so destructive not being able to get out, and the US option of declawing is illegal in the UK (would get the vet struck off too), not that we ever would. Also, there are other cats already there, and despite being a BIG cat, he's not a bossy cat and would loose every fight that came to him. He wouldn't enjoy a move. And at 13yo, I don't think he'd cope mentally with a move, either.
Regards,
Richard
When I returned to this area (western NY State) after my world in Washington DC had collapsed, and I'd ended up staying with my elderly aunt in Florida for a couple years as the "handyman in the basement", I'd sold my house and all my furniture & kitchen utensils. I eventually found a place here and was gifted an old "queen" sized mattress (larger than a "full", smaller than a "king"), but it was too big to wrestle (i.e. bend/fold/mutilate) up the narrow stairs (*sigh*). So, I bought an inflatable camping mattress and slept on the floor for a year or two. Had to replace the inflatable mattress twice in that time. (They're not as durable or practical as the manufacturer would have you believe.)
Finally, I found a nice, nearly flawless, dark wooden, "twin" sized(smallest in the bed spectrum) bed frame, with pineapple ornamental posts at each corner, at a local auction, and bought it for $25 (a great bargain). I had to buy a box spring & mattress set for it, but it's been a wonderful bed for an ancient single person.
Non-complaint: The lady who owned this house had been a childhood friend of mine and was pleased to be able to rent the other half of the house to me. Apparently I was such a good tenant that before she died, she sold the house but put a clause in the contract that I was to be able to remain in the house for the same rent until I left (one way or the other). I've been here 18 years now no rent increases, and the new owners have been honoring the clause. Since then there have been four sets of renters (for better or worse) in the other half of the house, but I remain secure. How did I get so lucky?
We're gettin' close to the new thread. How about "The I Just Feel Like Complaining, Complaint Thread"?
Our sofa and love seat have been in our living room for so long (since about 2000) that they no longer fit out the doors. We're literally going to have to hack them up to remove and replace them. Which at this rate of money flying out the door, is going to be a long time from now when they finally just give out. lol
I wish declawing was illegal here, too. It's barbaric.
@richardandtracy, Ah, I see the difficulties on both fronts. I had to give up my queen-size bed to move to this apartment and go down to a double which squishes down my toes. It hurts. I could have put the queen in here, but then not have any space to move in my bedroom. It was built with the idea it would be a child's bedroom or an office. My flatmate has a slightly larger one and likes a twin so it works for him. More room for his family of computers. And when we moved here, his cat and Bugsy both slept with me. They didn't ask, they just showed up with their toys.
When my flatmate became the caregiver of his black cat, Jake, after Jake's owner went crazy/nuts, she had had his claws removed. She also had wrapped the cat up in a plastic bag and stuffed him under her bed where Jake was found when they wre cleaning out her apartment. Jake was one tramatized cat when he moved in with the flatmate. But by the time he met Bugsy, he was spirited enough to smack him around to let him know who was Alpha Pet in our new household. Bugsy had been abused and frightened other dogs but was freaked too. Had been tied up and other dogs allowed to charge and attack him. When I met him I not only got bittern bad, but had a lot of work with both to assure them women were kind, loving and gentle. And I would feed them, walk as needed. But I didn't do cat trays (allergies). Hence my bed is the refuge. And now, the best place to watch YouTube Cat TV and keep an eye on squirrels for the Ginger Bros.
I didn't know furniture suffered middle-age spread.
Complaint: The main machine poop out during a flash. Has my Daz content.
Non-compliant: New motherboard will be here tomorrow.
Non-compliant: Still had my backup machine.
I didn't either until we tried to get them back out the door when we were having work done on the living room ceiling. We even took the doors off to try and get them out, but it didn't help.
I wonder if a junk removal company could get them out for us. Then we wouldn't have to deal with it, or with figuring out how to transport them to the dump.
We went a long time without a sofa or beds. We were just used to sleeping on the floor and whatnot. The only reason we got furniture was so we could look normal. Now we don't care anymore. We still have the beds though. But no sofa.
complaint: Searching on the internet is next to impossible now. Its seems every other search regardless of search engine requires captchas. Its insane. I can't stand it. Only startpage seems to work without captchas, but their search results suck. I used to use Yandex because it seemed to provide the least filtered, but now I can't use it without endless captchas, same with Brave. Without functioning search its like we're gonna have to go back to "webrings" from the late 90s. Anyone remember that?
non complaint: turkey hill homemade vanilla icecream sits in front of me waiting to be eaten.
I had that issue once helping a friend move! It was the darnedest thing. We got the sofa in the room, but a year or so later wound up hacking it apart because we couldn't get it out no matter what we tried.
My heart hurts just reading this. I will never understand how people can be so cruel.
Weird, Brave isn't giving me captchas at all.
Also, I think I forcibly blocked webrings from my memory.
Does my birth certificate count as proof I'm human?
Come to think of it, it isn't even accepted as an identity check. Only Passport or Driving License. So.. of the only document you have that claims you've been born isn't linked to your identity, how on earth do you prove you're human to get your passport/driving license? Because otherwise how do I prove it's not my cat applying? DNA? Even then, most people of European origin have some Neanderthal DNA, so do they count as human?
{Existential angst sets in. Unless I'm really a cat.}
Regards,
Richard
When we moved to Colorado, we had 30 days to get to the DMV and get our new driving licenses or IDs, and in my case, new car license. We had to bring our birth certificates, proof we were actually living in Colorado by having a uitility bill in paper form, our Social Security Cards, and an ID with a picture. One of our flatmates didn't have a birth certificate, lost during a move years before. He wasn't even sure of what state it was from. Had to contact his mother, then contact the state and wait, and wait, and wait for that state to mail it to him. And then finally able to get his license and apply for a CDI too.
My mom had no birth certificate, she was born at home in 1920 with only female relatives helping her mother. She did have a baptismal certificate which was good enough for the federal government to prove she was a U.S. citizen in 1940 when she became a government employee.
Just got my passport last month... had to provide certified copy of my birth certificate, current driver's license, and the certified paperwork bridging the two for the fact that my last name changed. There were other documents that could be accepted as well, but those were the easy ones for me.
The wild thing, to me, was that the form wanted to know where my ex-husband was born: city and state. Thankfully I knew, but if I didn't, it's not like I could ask him.
It's wierd, my brother has been going through applying for Spanish citizenship. They needed a birth certificate. So, he have them his original. Which they refused to accept. They insisted on a certified copy from the UK registry Office, as the original wasn't sufficiently certified. It needed a little embossed gold coloured sticker stuck on the copy. Bureaucrats, honestly.
Regards,
Richard
To be fair it kinda makes sense: they probably don't have the access to check the data themselves, and anyway they need a copy to keep in their files
But they took a photocopy & gave it back to him...
Regards,
Richard
yeah, i always use free vpn when I use search now because I don't want AI building some profile of me and sending AI hunter killer drones to my house because I hate AI. but even when I don't use VPN, Brave still gives me lots of captchas when it never did in the past. they all do this now except startpage. when I've asked AI about it it is because of AI agents that are able to defeat the captchas, so most sites have implemented more prevalent captchas, so eventually the captchas will be so common place and so difficult that only AI agents will pass them and the internet will just be basically AI agents talking to each other all day. lol. pretty much we're doomed, but as long as the ice cream industry is not affected I'll make it.
It has begun: 15 new posts this morning. The race to the end of the thread is on.
Birth Certificate validity: I'm 77 for a few more months. When I'd gone off to college my mother gave me my birth certificate. An old folded paper. I kept it with me all my life. Used it as proof of identity during the '80s when I got my first passport. I've kept my passport active ever since. When I returned here to NY State I applied for a NY driver's license. They wanted proof of ID, I gave them my birth certificate, now folded, more yellowed, more frayed, but still the same indication that I had been born. "No good", they said. Apparently it was a "Birth Registration", not a "Birth Certificate".
Ummm..., OK? So, I came back a few days later and handed them my passport, which they gladly accepted. I wanted to tell them the story, in four part harmony, of how the passport had been validated by that same Birth Registration that they'd rejected, but figured officer Opie wouldn't grasp the significance, or that he might make me go sit on the Group W bench. So, after getting my license I just picked up the garbage and went back to Alice's for another Thanksgiving Dinner that couldn't be beat.
Did you get everything you wanted? (excepting Alice)
I suspect the need for certified birth certificates now has something to do with how easy it would be these days to forge what they now call the "souvenir" copy you're given at the hospital. And in my case, the hospital doesn't even exist anymore and hasn't for ages, so... fishy-looking, certainly. (And probably worse for home births.)