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Jun 2009
Electrical Engineer Song
06/22/09 08:39 AM Filed in: Humor
100 buckets of bits on the bus,
100 buckets of bits,
Take one down, short it to ground,
FF buckets of bits on the bus.
100 buckets of bits,
Take one down, short it to ground,
FF buckets of bits on the bus.
Another Cat Story
06/08/09 04:27 PM Filed in: Personal
In the mid 1980s John befriended a skinny black stray cat who frequented the parking lot at Anchor. It wasn’t long before she brought two young kittens to us. We found homes for those two and I took Mama-Kitty to the vet to get spayed. The vet informed me that Mama-Kitty had just had a new batch of kittens. Sure enough, Mama-Kitty proudly led four kittens to us. Knowing our recent kitten adaption campaign had been maxed-out, we took on the responsibility of daily feedings. And we got them all neutered.
Early each morning when I arrived at Anchor five black cats would quickly gather for their meal. One morning I soon realized that Andy was missing. When I called for him he answered from Anchor’s rooftop. Somehow he had managed to climb the ladder affixed to the building’s wall. Since he couldn’t get down by himself, I donned a zip-up jacket, climbed onto the roof, zipped Andy inside the jacket (his head poking out right under my chin) and we managed to get down.
Another morning Little Kitty was missing. By the sound of her meow I was afraid that she had gotten locked into one of the service trucks next-door. Since it was a Sunday no one would be around so I got a ladder, climbed over the eight-foot chain link fence, and discovered that her cries were coming from inside a huge dumpster. After having climbed the rungs to the top, I was amazed to see Little Kitty at the bottom of the gigantic empty container with no way out. What to do? Finally an idea formed and I went back over the fence. In our warehouse I borrowed a very long narrow carpet remnant and draped it over the dumpster’s wall. It just barely reached down to Little Kitty. Not much encouragement was needed to get her to claw her way up and out. Whew!
Eventually the neighbors got tired of the cats taking naps on the hoods of their cars. And, after several threats that were made, I made the painful decision to relocate them to a twenty acre cat rescue property about thirty miles away. Over the next year I visited twice and they seemed to have adjusted to living in the country.
Early each morning when I arrived at Anchor five black cats would quickly gather for their meal. One morning I soon realized that Andy was missing. When I called for him he answered from Anchor’s rooftop. Somehow he had managed to climb the ladder affixed to the building’s wall. Since he couldn’t get down by himself, I donned a zip-up jacket, climbed onto the roof, zipped Andy inside the jacket (his head poking out right under my chin) and we managed to get down.
Another morning Little Kitty was missing. By the sound of her meow I was afraid that she had gotten locked into one of the service trucks next-door. Since it was a Sunday no one would be around so I got a ladder, climbed over the eight-foot chain link fence, and discovered that her cries were coming from inside a huge dumpster. After having climbed the rungs to the top, I was amazed to see Little Kitty at the bottom of the gigantic empty container with no way out. What to do? Finally an idea formed and I went back over the fence. In our warehouse I borrowed a very long narrow carpet remnant and draped it over the dumpster’s wall. It just barely reached down to Little Kitty. Not much encouragement was needed to get her to claw her way up and out. Whew!
Eventually the neighbors got tired of the cats taking naps on the hoods of their cars. And, after several threats that were made, I made the painful decision to relocate them to a twenty acre cat rescue property about thirty miles away. Over the next year I visited twice and they seemed to have adjusted to living in the country.