the beggar at our door with a twist

Last month the grandsons found a cute little kitten on the front deck. 

Poor little thing seemed hungry and quite frankly it seemed lonely. It meowed 

and meowed at the door for hours and hours begging to come in the house. 

We finally called the next door we suspected since he had other cats 

the little one came from there.I came to find out after being forwarded

to another number he'd been hospitalized and left the kitten unattended.

No wonder he was trying to get in my house!

I don't think I was out of line when I told his mother that if he wasn't taking care of the kitten

that we'd find it a home for him. His mother promised to come pick the little fellow 

up later that day and take him to a family member who would care for him.

So we took him in and gave him a good meal.  

Not unlike my cats Tarzan and Cheetah he's a light orange almost buff with a few stripes on his tail. 

After part of the day at our house the little guy went off never to be seen again! 

NOT!!

Two weeks ago the kitten was back crying at our door again. 
Oh brother!

Meow Meow... I started looking for homes again. This time however

I didn't bother calling dumb ass next door. He'd knew exactly where to find

his kitten if he wanted to. Then we waited to see if he'd come 

over to find his kitten. I'd grow old waiting!

We have three cats total, Besides the orange cats that I mentioned 

earlier in this post we also have a large tabby named Linus. Because 

the cats are indoor/outdoor cats we have two kitty doors; one each

by the front and back doors. The kitty doors are necessary for two primary reasons

one; because we've lost two cats to packs of killer hunting dogs and second because we'd spend all

of our days letting them in and out like human door man if we didn't. Cats are like that. 

BACK TO THE KITTEN

By the second day of kitten living  on and under our deck I said to 
Bill. "If he learns how to get in the kitty door, he'll never leave." 

And dumb ass neighbor still hadn't come to get him.

That night we went to bed resolved to find a home for the little guy.

And the next morning.... 

WE DID

Bill and I woke up and..... the kitten was in our bed, between us,  under the covers 
sound asleep on his back. 
Remember what I said about the kitty door? 
From my mouth to Gods ears. 

We named our little orphan kitten Oliver Twist. 

(an apt name since he steals ANY food from the garbage or any other place you leave it unattended)

Wordless Wednesday- going vintage again!

Take a vintage seat...

Although you might want to wait until after I refinish these babies! Not wordless I know! But  I was thinking (can you hear the wood burning?) my last chairs were done in red/yellow remember?  here
Any suggestions on what colors I should do these?

Cloned and loose in Philadelphia

I was sipping on my morning coffee when the phone rang. My immediate reaction when I heard the recorded voice on the other end of the line was to hang up. After the endless recorded political messages we received during the past political season I want to poke myself with something sharp.  But I listened because I’m good that way.

BOY DID I GET A SURPRISE.

The recorded voice on the other end on the line said “this is the fraud alert department on your MasterCard and we have detected some suspicious activity on your card.” If you used your credit card at the Shop Rite in Philadelphia on Nov 5^th you can hang up; if you did not incur this charge then press ONE.

Philadelphia? I hadn't left the house in days. How was this possible? My card was safe in my purse, Bill's in his wallet.

I PRESSED ONE

I was connected with a representative from the bank who went on to tell me that my credit card was used eight different times on that day in seven different Shop Rite grocery stores in and around Philadelphia and in a gas station store. The charges ranged in amounts from $49 or less seven times at the groceries and $1 at the gas station once. Since we were still in possession of our cards the conclusion was this.....

MY CARD HAD BEEN CLONED

They had already declined further use of the card once they became suspicious. After I confirmed there was a crime being committed (rotten thieves). We immediately closed the account and generated a new account and new cards would be issued and password was generated.

WITH SCISSORS IN HAND I CUT MY CARD INTO TINY LITTLE PIECES.

After hanging up with the bank gal I went onto Google.com and looked up cloning credit cards. I was curious to see how that was done.  This is what I found; you can read about it here. As I read thru a few other articles I was surprised to read that thieves were getting sophisticated to the point of posing as representatives of the bank to gain access to people’s information.

I RAN TO THE PHONE

And called the bank, thank The Lord the lady I had spoke to was legit.