Did we mention rabies?

Rabies!

The other name that inspires fear in the public. Old  Yellow was a movie about a known dog in a community that gets rabies and has to be shot in the end.

Rabies is a serious disease which causes an animal to go "rabid" or berserk. Most humans fear the result of being bitten by an animal with rabies. It is a transferable disease., they tell us that many of the animal kingdom diseases are non transferable. 

That is the problem with the Plague and this coronavirus, the fleas have transmitted it to the humans. Making a transfer between the animal kingdom and the human was once thought impossible until Malaria was discovered being transferred by mosquitos.

A tiny kitten in Rome, New York has been found to have rabies. It is thought to have come from a cluster of kittens of the same mother and they are seeking the location of the original group as well as warning all those who came in contact with the kitten to seek post treatment measures.

This would include getting the injections for rabies themselves. It is a series of six injections. They are not unpainful and it is not possible to go without them. The doctors will call the police if one refuses treatment.

I know this from experience. My cat who had been catching bats in Sonoma county during the terrible floods kept leaving the little things at my door. Just like small mice, left as a token of affection, I got small furry rodents with rubber wings. 

They leave a fang mark, just like a vampire, to marks on my big toe. The nurses fled in concern, and one brave doctor came in to investigate the vampire patient. I had the little offender in a shoe box, much to the amusement of the doctor, who took it for his collection.

I also took my cat to the veterinarian for her injections, repeatedly. She was originally my kitten but then when I moved she hoped out of the moving boxes and got left behind. The next woman who came into the apartment, an old house split in tow, raised her as her own. But when I moved back some ten years later, I was quietly stalked, relentlessly by the neighbors cat. 

I did recognize her but could not believe she remembered me. My mother has issues with pets in general, my goldfish always ended up being drowned in the toilet to go to the larger fish bowl, the ocean. 

As for cats, she had an insane jealousy of any time being spent on them. Especially, by any of her relatives or friends. She would also hide and drop frightened kittens on unsuspecting individuals who violated her code of conduct to not speak to a single cat. 

It must have come from a childhood trauma she never got over, and as her brain cancer spread, it got worse. I am a natural feline lover and put up with dogs, simply because it is the right thing to do.

All of the friends got my cats, and some of them expensive. She could not handle it, there are a few pedigree felines walking through forests and parks in cities from her insanity as it would take affect, it was either me living with and no cat or me not living with her at all. 

I should have chosen the forest with my cat, but as the first born I had no choice. After all, I had younger brothers to consider. They were also gotten rid of after a fashion.

Brain cancer robs people of their personality and she had people in her life her were especially cruel. One of them attempted to saw me in half, leaving me with a severed pelvic bone of which no infant will safely get through.

The woman in question I consider a with and always shows up anyways, despite a convection and child endangerment restraining order. Some people just don't know what to do with a midget, especially one below average IQ. 

My cat in Sebastopol, kept on catching bats, getting her picture in the paper. As the rains continued, the bats exploded from their hiding along the estuary, the old Russian river before an earthquake caused it to flow a different direction.

The bats were caught, thought to be drowning and having pneumonia. Some of them had rabies, along with my cat who had gone without her shots. My mother decided to have the injections instead. As I said, she could not tolerate, anyone giving special treatment to cats instead of her, must of been one of her aunts or grandmothers during the great depression. 

The bats were caught and exported to China or some place in Asia. At least the ones without the rabies, but with respiratory problems. My cat went undetected by me as I kept on paying the vet bills, including to have her groomed. The groomer should have warned me, she did not have her shots as it was at the same location and they would have known.

But alas, they chose to sooth the crazy insane woman, by giving her the cats shots. Sadly, I did put my mother in treatment, and in the end she died from lack of treatment. Somehow, the one disease she did have, is the one she refused to be treated.

As the story goes, my cat began to want inside, in the middle of the night, and then wanted to kneed my back with very sharp claws. I asked for these to be trimmed as well, but got no results as the girl refused to speak to me anymore. 

She also began peeing on everything and I am afraid I threw out gently into the night for her to take care of herself. I also took her to the vet to see if she needed medicine. 

Instead, one night she was let in by my mother who was now refusing to go to the emergency room. She had fallen and hurt her hip and could not walk properly. It was one of this situations, where I clearly remembered living and working down south, and pushing her in a wheelchair but we were once more north and without the usual job resources. 

I was trying not to have a nervous breakdown, dealing with her, so when my cat woke me up hissing in my face, I was not happy. She continued to act strange and I knew what had happened. She had gone without her shots. I would not have allowed her in at night as an out door cat if I had been the one to go the door.

I attempted to get up quietly without alarming her, but she attacked me viciously. We had a struggle where she ended up in a pillow case tied at the top. The plastic box I had bought for her was gone. My  mother had probably taken her into the forest herself and left the box for her to escape.

All I could do, was put on clothes, call 9/11 who simply told me to walk to the emergency room as it was two blocks away, after midnight and a small community. 

So, I took the cat with me hissing and yelling right into the emergency room. I told them what had happened, that because of the bat bites, I had gotten the rabies shots and had signed her up, but was told recently she had not received them. I had her scheduled but now she was exhibiting aggressive behavior towards her owner. She was either frightened of something, I was not aware of, or she needed to have a vet inspect her. In the end, the euthanized her, in front me as I was receiving treatment for her bites. 

As I said, my mother could not stand animals and cats in particular. Her mind had completely warped by this time. She was back to making phone calls at night and playing the little girl around police officers. My grandmother was detained a number of times from her pretending to be abducted when she was little. 

I knew my cat had rabies because the only dog I really ever owned also came down with rabies. My mother got me the dog and then abandoned me in the city of San Francisco at the park. I had made the mistake of talking to my real brother and she could not handle the situation. 

I don't know when my father realized his childhood sweetheart was mentally unstable but he was old school and continued to take care of her until he ended up in the morgue one night when he went to the emergency room. 

Harry as he was called, after her grandmother Harriet, who had the Siamese cat that rode around on one of the first electric wheelchairs. The dog and I had both been trained to perform and in a military style of dog training. I was included by a group of people who saw me putting the dog through the works at the beach and then he got awards. 

It turned out my furry friend was a pedigree puddle with a barrel chest. The original dogs were hunting dogs. trained to go into the water to retrieve the ducks and other fowl shot down. They needed a strong rib cage. 

He had all the right marks and was well trained and I had included the military stages of search and retrieve I had been taught. We ended up at the Westminster Dog show, winning a blue ribbon.

A blue ribbon at the state fair is consider the one prize, everyone wants. But this is the ultimate blue ribbon, and I had breeding privilege's that could have made me rich. Instead, my mother found friends of hers to create her own world of perfect puppies born to noon pedigree dogs, such as a Rottweiler named Duchess. 

My mother also had strange views towards races and upper-class, I swear she was a communist inside wanting to ruin the world for everyone else. I still wonder which aunt had her one summer that altered my grandparents lives. 

My father ended up with the dog after the divorce as he was almost completely blind. The dog was a protector, but everyone loved the furry thing. I still see his grandchildren in the old San Diego area where we used to be local residents. 

As I said, I was often abandoned myself, and one weekend, found myself at the beach and the dog found me, he acted odd but we had been through a lot of separation by then. He would not sleep in my bed but preferred to ride on my shoulder when he did not feel like walking due to other dogs, he was smaller than the average lab.

I boarded the ferry to return to town, to see if there was anyone in town I could crash on their couch with my beloved dog. He did not want to walk on the pier, and I picked him up. As the ferry crossed the water her began to howl and as I was holding him, began to foam at the mouth. 

Rabid animals are said to be afraid of water, or movement under foot. He could not be restrained at the dock and ran off, and on to the small island next door where we once lived. I should not have chased him, but did not understand what was wrong.

He attacked me viscously, and then was caught by adults who knew what he had. They thought I had picked up a stray dog, and were worried about me, but my father was found laying face down with bite marks on his back. He had also attempted to retrieve the nice famous pure breed puddle who got his picture in the newspaper often. 

Many had attempted to steal the dog, and pretend to be the owner due to his blue ribbon. Most could not understand how to treat the animal, and in the end, he went without being given his yearly injections or being given any medical treatment.

Someone, had apparently stolen the dog from a blind man. My father was a Korean war veteran. He had worked in public office and had an honorable life. Until Jim came into our world. He caused everyone to hate us and all of his illegal alien German friends did nothing but rob us and swindle the friends and pretend they were a better bred of human. 

The Aryans long ago left Germany or the continent for the Caucasus mountains. Some say they went to India, others Siberia. And a few suggest the Americas. After all, they were not pure white with no pigmentation, a mutation that occurred during too much inbreeding by those people who chose, lower intelligence as a way of life. 

The poor dog, should have been given a princes life, with at least privilege's in a normal house. My father was run off from every place he had paid for, by these friends of Jim and his girlfriend still call themselves humans as the zero in on myself, after all the places I paid for have gone off to others considered more worthy. 

My mother is long gone, and our property, is being sold, torn down or vacated. The furniture and smaller items showing up in thrift stores and flea markets. 

As for the rabies, there are always outbreaks in the National Parks and Forestry system. Rodents carry fleas and tend to get it from each other. All the things we have to worry about in the  middle of a pandemic, a small kitten has come to be infected with the feared rabies. 

It means that someone did not do what was right. The humane society goes out and catches and puts to death feral animals for this reason. Most communities, even in old Germany, hide behind doors when they know a rabid animal is loose among the town. 

Where did this kitten come from? And where will it end? Many hope it is just a single case happening. Not something to lock down a community or a country. 

Martial law, is not far behind these protests and marches which haves caused innocents to die and banks to be burnt down. 

One would only hope their enemies would get something like rabies and die a horrible death as my father, who never appeared well after he was found and treated. He just kept getting worse in his appearance and the treatment of those who don't know the difference was incredible. 

Any of those who shamed his youngest son into abandoning him for a foster family, should know not to show their faces nor attempt to tell their children, he was their grandfather. 

There are so many cruel and unkind people in the world. Imagine a small African child being lied to by a blond girl, one of Jim's girlfriends to the point she cant get it out of her mind, that she is an Indian princess or something. 

And after causing enormous amounts of trouble and inserting herself into a mans life, who is not sure what is the correct information as everyone lies to blind men. 

And then allows the famous pet of the hated non-sister of the family to get rabies and releasing it on the grandpa. 

She would be incredible stupid to keep after anyone in the family. But then she probably is insane from being raised by a crazy girlfriend who did not know a boy using a families last name would not be the family heir to an imaginary throne. 

This wrong child would even imagine forcing herself on the very same family nd friends whom she hurt. And might have attempted to murder in her attempt to steal the family fortune, which just an old story of arriving before the Germans got to America. 

I bet she is one of his first wives attempts to defraud a family who was assumed as both Native American and Russian to be getting a rich reward. Little Ludmilla, came from Germany and changed her name several times, including to Sonja. 

She married Jim at 12 and then produced a Black girl in the dirty waters next to the bay. Then there was Melissa Sue, also from Germany, now with a stolen Canada passport, who had to have the Jamaican experience and then could not figure out what to do with the results, she also insisted she was the real sister of the family or princess. 

How many people imagine they are Indian princesses when even descendants of Pocahontas are scoffed at by other Indians. The poor little girl probably imagines by continuing her horrific behavior to will get to become special instead of just a killer and her children cruel to the point they will eventually end up in prison as she should be or dead as most, of any non white are expected to accept. 

Rabies is a real killer disease and probably more contagious than this virus which seems to seek out its victims despite precautions. The girl who set up my father, her non grandfather is probably a rabid individual with all the lack of charm or threats of face. I remember being attacked a number of times by her and having her arrested and sent to prison. 

I also remember her not coming from my vagina nor having an affair with an African man, as I was already married and not the sort to go for a Jamaican holiday.  I bet she will not take no for an answer nor is she going to stop challenging a non African woman due to the fact she believes she can do no wrong and expects to get away with her prior known behavior because she ahs already kept the one person who should know what she had done from receiving the life saving cancer treatment. 

Old men with Senility are often kept from making fools of themselves, but women with dementia are not always protected from the sort who take advantage, no mater their race. A sad story in our modern history that there are those who are more rabid in their behavior because of the right people coming to power. 

Hopefully, a woman such as Kamala, might be a better judge of character than a girl born in Cuba and refuses to acknowledge her white daddy. 

Rabies, Rabies! Shot the doors, shut the doors before it is too late, their is a wild animal on the loose. Let it not enter your house, or all of yours will be taken out and shot, whether or not if they have been bitten by a rabid animal. 

So is the cry of the old German, before the Fascist rose to power and destroyed even the innocent stories of before, leaving of us with conceited imbeciles who only convince the foolish they area Princes.