In a rare felony trial for abuse, Steven Schatz, 38, is accused of hitting and sodomizing his ex-girlfriend's male cat Clyde.  The poor cat had to be euthanized after the abuse.

His ex-girlfriend and her daughter both testified for the prosecution.  Here's to hoping the perv gets the book thrown at him.

Most everyone who reads this blog doesn't know much about me, except for the fact I am Wayne's preferred human slave. I tend to keep it that way on purpose -- I long ago learned the costs of letting just anyone know much about me.

But some news just can't be kept quiet, nor am I willing to keep this bit quiet. I have a new job, and I just completed the first week of it. Surprise, surprise, it went well, and I'm not nauseous. This is a major improvement over the job I just quit to take this one. At the old job, my "real" limit of working there was about 12 hours in a week -- that's the point where I'd start getting queasy, but I could generally make it to 24 hours (3 eight hour days) before I couldn't keep from being actually sick. But, this week was the first 40 hours in a week ever where I didn't get sick from it. This is a landmark achievement for me. And I'm content with my working environment for the first time in several years. Granted, this will probably change in a month-or-two's-time, but for now, I'm relatively happy with work. And it's more money, which has some very important side issues to go along with it.

The major reason I could get away with shouting out my relief at having this new job on Mom's website is because I get my first paycheck Tuesday-ish, and on Saturday (first day I can take him), His Imperial Kittenness will be going to the vet for a three-fold purpose:

1) It's time for the Great Snip-Snip Event all tom kittens should face (except the ones being kept as breeding stock). I have yet to figure out an amusing euphemism for the female version of the same procedure. Besides, there aren't many women who grab the general area of their ovaries when spaying is talked about, so it isn't nearly as funny. Men, however, tend to subconsciously make protective gestures towards their own genitalia when neutering is talked about. Just a general, feminine public service announcement: it is a quick, easy, and endlessly amusing way to torture men, for any teenage girl who reads this site.

2) I need the vet to look at his belly -- he has some kind of weird growth or skin tag or something hanging down on one side of his belly, and I'm worried it's growing. It certainly wasn't there before. Maybe it's a hernia, or something, along the line where he was cut on his belly? I don't know, but it's definately Not Right, and needs to be taken care of ASAP, before it causes problems, like infected rub sores, or worse.

3) His upper canine teeth extend below his bottom jaw. This can't be comfortable for him, and it certainly isn't for me, because when he plays with me, he ends up breaking skin because his fangs are SO long (and he isn't doing it intentionally, I'm quite sure of that). I'm hoping the vet can do something about the situation, that doesn't include defanging him completely. (It's not right to either declaw OR defang a cat. It simply isn't.)

So, hopefully, I will be able to cover all the money it'll take to get him fixed up (and fixed!) with the first paycheck I get from the new job. If not, certainly by the second paycheck.

He's almost seven months old. And weighs 11 pounds, according to the bathroom scale that only reads in half-pounds I put him on this morning. If he's part Ragdoll or Ragamuffin (which I suspect, based off the description of the breed as having "rabbit fur" and going limp when held), then he might hit 14-15 pounds, because they don't mature until they're four years old. Gah. And I thought he was a lap-breaker now.

Anyhow, that's the latest update in the Wayne-centric part of the world. And I'm not interesting enough to have anything to talk about otherwise, so, ciao for now.

I was over at ThoseShirts.com getting a Rottweiler shirt and came across this beauty:

Think I can get away with it?  I mean, poor Wayne.  He'd hate me if I called him a liberal! 

Some freakzoids in Denver burned a cat alive then threw it off of a school roof.  The cat was dead by the time police officers were able to get to it.

Christopher Wilbur, 22, and Joshua Klohr, 18, burned the neutered gray tabby on top of Arvada West High School at around 11 pm on Wednesday night, then threw it to the ground below.

Both men have been released from jail pending arson and animal cruelty charges.

F*cking b*stards.