Visiting day at the vet’s

Sylvester has been having problems with blood in his urine for a while now. The vet gave him two antibiotic shots that didn’t work. We took him back Monday and the vet said Sylvester needs a different antibiotic that has to be given orally twice a day. We knew we couldn’t do it! So we are boarding him at the vet’s for about ten days so they can do it. They’re also putting him on a special diet that is supposed to help prevent kidney stones.

They said we could visit, so on Tuesday we took a blanket, two kitty toys and a little kitty dope. We took treats, but they said he couldn’t have them.

A guard led us down into the dungeon where Sly was interned with several other cats. He had just had a little accident involving his food bowl, his water dish, and his litter box, so he wasn’t looking his regular dapper self. He insisted that we not take a picture of him in his cell, so we got him while he was out in the “yard.” Here he is doing his stretches.

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I think he was trying to figure out if he could fit into Leah’s purse.

There was one pretty and friendly orange tabby in the next cell. He wanted to play patty cake with Leah.

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He also enjoyed a little head rub.

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He was quite a handsome fellow (pretty lady?). We couldn’t tell from his name plate (“Bae?”).

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He didn’t want us to leave.

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One of Sly’s downstairs neighbors was in recovery.

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He had just been neutered and was scheduled to go home that day. He was really out of it.

We almost missed these two.

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I thought they were trustees, but the guard said they were the office cats and they started staying up there when the weather turned cooler. They watched us the whole time, although they didn’t really seem all that interested.

Sylvester was not a happy camper. Leah sprinkled some catnip on his blankie that we brought from home. As we left, he curled up on it and looked like he might take a nap after a few hits. Of course there’s not much for him to do but sleep. And plot his revenge. And it’s going to be bad!

You may already be a wiener

If you watch television or get mail, you have probably seen the commericals or received the letter from Publishers Clearing House. This time it’s for a contest to win $10,000 a week for life. All you have to do is return the envelope with a completely and correctly filled-out entry form. My parents and Leah’s parents sometimes returned those forms. And why not? After all, it just costs a First Class stamp.

When we received our entry in the mail, I looked through its contents. Making sure the entry is complete is not as easy as it seems. You have to make sure every sticker is put in the right place on the entry form. Those stickers seem to be distributed throughout the contents of the envelope, and I counted more than 30 separate pieces of paper in the envelope.

Hidden in the depths of those papers was one titled “Sweeepstakes Facts.” Does anyone read that? I did. It says that the estimated odds of winning the “Up to $10,000 A-Week-For-Life” is 1 in 1,700,000,000. That’s one in 1.7 billion. Back not quite two years ago I wrote a post about the Megamillions lottery and scoffed at the idea that any individual player could expect to win at the absurdly overwhelming odds of one in 259 million. And here, this contest has odds of one in 1.7 billion.

It’s very hard to get any kind of intuitive understanding of just how ridiculously bad the Publishers Clearninghouse odds are. These odds are so high that it’s pretty clear to me that Publishers Clearinghouse has absolutely no intention of ever awarding the grand prize. There is not even a guarantee that the prize will be awarded, which, if you think about it, makes perfect sense. They almost certainly don’t print and distribute 1.7 billion entry forms, so they might not even print the winning number on any form. Of course,  they do offer a $1,000,000 prize to be awarded from a random drawing of all eligible entries if (when) no one wins the grand prize. It appears that at least that prize will be awarded.

Still, should you enter the contest? As I said, all it will cost to enter, other than a few minutes of your time, is a First Class stamp worth 49 cents.

Well, let’s answer that question. In the gambling world there is a concept called expected return. It is calculated by multiplying the prize amount by the probability of winning that prize. So, if a prize is $100 and the odds of winning are one in a thousand, the expected return is $100 multipled by 0.001 (or divided by 1000). That’s 10 cents. So, if the entry costs more than 10 cents, you should expect to lose money on the entry. Sometimes the Megamillions jackpot is high enough that the expected return on a one-dollar entry approaches, or in some cases exceeds, a dollar. That might seem like a reasonable contest to enter. Most of the time the expected return is more like 10 cents.

How does the Publishers Clearinghouse prize stack up in terms of expected return? Well, someone who is 65 today will on average live about another 20 years. (What! You mean I only have 20 more years to live? Damn! I’d better get busy living!) So, at $10,000 a week, that would mean $520,000 a year, or $10,400,000 over a lifetime. Take that sum and divide by 1.7 billion and you get about 0.6 cents. That six-tenths of a penny expected return on a 49-cent entry cost — not counting the waste of extremely valuable and limited time spent filling out the form.

So, is the Publishers Clearinghouse contest worth entering? No. It’s barely worth even the time it takes to throw the entry form into the trash can.

Cloudy skies like these are OK

Last Sunday these clouds were hanging out over the house.

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I like the way the strands of cloud seem like they have been smudged by some giant who tried to use an eraser on them. The smudges are virga falling from the tightly-space waves.

I saw this from the Walmart parking lot.

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I couldn’t get what first caught my eye because even my iPhone’s wide angle lens was not wide enough. What I wanted to show was a sky-wide field of clouds that looked like those at the top and bottom of the shot, separated by the thin, wispy clouds in the middle. But this shot was dramatic enough on its own. The blue sky looks like it has been photoshopped, but this shot is exactly as it came from the phone.

Poor gone possum*

We have had problem possums and raccoons around here for about as long as we have been feeding cats outside. We have relocated a lot of both over the years (possums and raccoons, not cats). They have stayed away for the last couple of years, but within about the last week a possum has been raiding the cat food trays Leah puts in the garage. So I pulled out the old live trap and set it Tuesday night. I meant to check it before we went to bed, but I forgot. This is who I found in the trap Wednesday morning.

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This was our trespassing possum in the cage in the bed of my truck. He was an unhappy and messed up possum. In our experience, they always relieve themselves when trapped, so the garage floor under the trap was nasty. I think this possum was fairly old. It was large and its teeth seemed dark.

I have always tried to relocate our possums and raccoons down in Texas Valley away from civilization, such as it is here, and near water. A few miles from where Fouche Gap Road reaches the floor of the valley there is a small, perennial stream that seems like a reasonable place for a possum or raccoon to live. When I reached the stream Wednesday morning, the possum did not want to leave the trap. I had to upend the trap and shake him out. He stayed immobile for a few minutes.

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He was probably confused; maybe he expected to end up inside some animal’s stomach rather than in the woods. He was gone by the time I turned the truck around and left.

I have read that animals often do not survive relocations like this. They are released into a strange environment, not knowing where to find food or shelter and probably competing with an existing population. I like to think they have a fighting chance, but, really, I have no way of knowing.

* Some people insist that the American possum is actually an opossum, and that “possum” is the correct name for an Australian marsupial not related to our opossum. I say that an animal’s name is what it’s called, and the American opossum is called a possum. It has a scientific name, Didelphimorphia, which is just fine, but none of our possums answer to that.

Happy Thanksgiving

We hope everyone who reads this blog, and even those who don’t, has a good Thanksgiving.

Leah and I are pretty much alone here in Rome. Neither of us has much family left, and those who are left don’t live around here. So we’ll probably end up having the Thanksgiving buffet at Ryan’s, otherwise known as a steak place.

If Thanksgiving is here, you know Christmas is sneaking up, too. Our Christmas cactus is starting to bloom.

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Here’s a closer shot.

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It seems pretty happy there, sitting by the sliding glass door in the living room. We’re happy that it’s happy.