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I've been everywhere That was the title of a hit country-and-western song from the late 1950's, originally sung by Hank Snow, and made famous by Johnny Cash. I resemble that! My 26-year career in the Air Force took me to more than sixty nations on five continents - sometimes only for a few minutes, other times for as long as four years at a time. In all that travel, I also managed to find the perfect partner, help rear three children, earn more than 200 hours of college credit, write more than 3000 reports, papers, documents, pamphlets, and even a handful of novels, take about 10,000 photographs, and met a huge crowd of interesting people. I use this weblog and my personal website here to document my life, and discuss my views on subjects I find interesting.

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Rendering aid in a sticky situation

As I've mentioned before, I'm a stamp collector. I prefer postally-used stamps, which I mount with stamp hinges - small bits of thin paper with a glue on one side that allows me to put the stamps I acquire into my albums. I keep a small box of these on my desk, where I work on my collection.

My daughter's cat had kittens about eight weeks ago. As anyone who's ever had a kitten knows, they get into EVERYTHING. This morning, one of the kittens got into my stamp hinges, and tried to lick the gum off of a few of them. Her antics over the next fifteen minutes as she tried to remove those hinges had me rolling on the floor, unable to type. They also made it impossible to catch her. Finally, though, she ran into a corner, and I managed to grab her before she dashed off again.

The claw marks will heal, and her small teeth weren't enough to break the skin. I removed the offending hinges and threw them away. Suddenly, however, our poor kitten has a deathly aversion to my desktop - something a rolled-up newspaper and a half-dozen swats couldn't manage. I guess, for a kitten, having your tongue stuck to your nose is a truly traumatic experience.


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