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Celebrate Hug Your Cat Day
Hug Your Cat Day is one of those pleasingly straightforward holidays. The intention is not for the day to be complicated or over thought. Quite simply, it is a day in which cat owners everywhere are encouraged to hug their cats. It’s an opportunity to give back to all the cats in the world and shower them with love and attention. The more dedicated amongst them will not need this encouragement, of course, but it is always good to be reminded of our feline friends. While a cat owner may love his or her cat immensely, it’s easy to forget to show a furry friend how much love there is to go around when managing a busy schedule and family. It’s best to start by petting the cat softly and having it warm up before going in for a hug. Be gentle and approachable, so the cat is more likely to welcome the embrace.
The obvious downside to the day is that people without cats may be left out. This need not be the case; however – it should be straightforward enough to simply adapt it into “Hug Someone Else’s Cat Day.” It should be easy to find a friend or family member with a cat and give their pet a huge embrace to show the animal some additional love on this day. Be glad to know that someone who suffers from allergies need not be left out either. These people can watch cute and funny cat videos on YouTube as a way to participate in the festivities.
History of Hug Your Cat Day
For thousands of years, cats and humans have been getting along and building a closer and symbolic relationship. Cats were first domesticated in the Near East around 7500 BC. In the Ancient Egyptian days, cats were worshipped and glorified. They were revered and spoiled by the people.
Does this sound familiar to how cats are treated nowadays too? Cats were and continue to be seen as symbols of grace and poise. Some studies show that cat purring can help to reduce stress levels and make one feel calmer. Therefore, it makes sense why the decision was made to turn hugging your cat into a celebration.
Andy Warhol (1928–1987) was a successful magazine and ad illustrator who became a leading artist of the 1960s Pop art movements. He ventured into a wide variety of art forms, including performance art, filmmaking, video installations and writing, and controversially blurred the lines between fine art and mainstream aesthetics. Warhol died on February 22, 1987, in New York City.
Joke of the Day
thanks, Mary
Why didnt the sick guy get the joke?
It flu over his head.
Word of the Day
origami
Koi
MEANING:
noun:
1. The art of folding paper into various shapes.
2. An object made by folding paper.
ETYMOLOGY:
From Japanese origami, from ori (fold) + kami (paper). Earliest documented use: 1948.
NOTES:
Origami is not just folding paper cranes. Aliaksei Zholner has built a working V8 engine with just paper and gray matter: video (3 min.). I bow in his general direction. Origami has practical applications too. For example, in a folding airbag in a car to a solar-panel array on a satellite.
USAGE:
“But tasting exposes origami folds of scents and flavors.”
Andrew Ross; At The Garrison, ‘Thoughtful’ Food You Won’t Soon Forget; Portland Press Herald (Maine); Nov 10, 2019.
“A toothy man in dungarees grinned back at me. Slim sort, with a face creased in a thousand places, like an unfolded bit of origami.”
Dot Gumbi; The Pirates of Maryland Point; 2016.
1. The art of folding paper into various shapes.
2. An object made by folding paper.
Andrew Ross; At The Garrison, ‘Thoughtful’ Food You Won’t Soon Forget; Portland Press Herald (Maine); Nov 10, 2019.
“A toothy man in dungarees grinned back at me. Slim sort, with a face creased in a thousand places, like an unfolded bit of origami.”
Dot Gumbi; The Pirates of Maryland Point; 2016.
Idiom of the Day
- Sink your teeth into
Meaning: Doing something with a lot of energy and enthusiasm.
This Day in History
1783 - A hot-air balloon was demonstrated by Joseph and Jacques Montgolfier. It reached a height of 1,500 feet.
1816 - The Washington was launched at Wheeling, WV. It was the first stately, double-decker steamboat.
1892 - The Sierra Club was incorporated in San Francisco.
1924 - An eternal light was dedicated at Madison Square in New York City in memory of all New York soldiers who died in World War I.
1939 - The first shopping cart was introduced by Sylvan Goldman in Oklahoma City, OK. It was actually a folding chair that had been mounted on wheels.
1942 - Glenn Wallichs for Capitol Records came up with the idea of sending out "promotional" copies of records to radio announcers around the U.S.
1974 - Sally Murphy became the first woman to qualify as an aviator with the U.S. Army.
1984 - Bruce Springsteen released his "Born in the U.S.A." album.
1985 - The U.S. Supreme Court upheld a lower court ruling striking down an Alabama law that provided for a daily minute of silence in public schools.
1989 - In Beijing, Chinese army troops stormed Tiananmen Square to crush the pro-democracy movement. It is believed that hundreds, possibly thousands, of demonstrators were killed.
1998 - George and Ira Gershwin received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
DAILY SQU-EEK
If You Were Born Today, June 4
You are ambitious with a good head on your shoulders, particularly for business. You know what to do to get the job done. You are hard working and very conscientious, no matter what job you do, but especially so when inspired. At times you can drive yourself too hard. When irritated, you can be a little bossy or arrogant, but overall, you are quite companionable and friendly. Famous people born today:
1738 George III, King of Great Britain (1760-1820), born in London, England
1975 Russell Brand, English comedian and television personality, born in Grays, Essex
1975 Angelina Jolie, American actress (Mr. & Mrs. Smith, Wanted, Salt, Maleficent), born in Los Angeles, California
READERS INFO
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(Not So) Totally Useless Facts of The Day:
Now that’s a lot of socks! The production of socks in the Datang district of Zhuji, China is so significant that it’s earned the nickname of “Sock City”.
According to the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, the answer to life, universe, and everything is the number 42. Why did author Douglass Adams choose that number? There is some logic behind it. In the world of coding and computer programming, the number 42 is used to represent the asterisk (*). What does the asterisk represent? It represents an undetermined quantity that can be whatever you want. Hence, the answer to life, universe, and everything is ‘whatever you want it to be’.
The bald eagle, the official emblem of the United States of America, has quite the unique ability to mate while they are flying or while they’re in a state of free fall.
2.
1783 -
It was on this day in 1783.
Joseph and Etienne Montgolfier: inventors of the first hot air balloons.
3.
Coronavirus Style by Sylvia, CAN DO Correspondent
My church has put out a call to pray against intolerence and racism this Sunday afternoon.
How timely.
I have been going through the movie offerings on Amazon Prime and noticed in the Bollywood section several historical flicks about uprisings against the British. I was watching one and had to stop, I didn't realize just how brutal the corporate greed was with the East India Company, how vast the uprisings, and its use of the British Army as virtual mercenaries.
My grandfather was a British warrior, and kept running away from school and lying about his age to be in the army. Evidently his father had to buy out his commission several times to get him through school, and we had a photo of him as a teen when he was stationed in India. I hated that photo, because though he died before I was born, all I had heard
about him was how wonderful he was. When I saw the picture, with his pillbox jauntily cocked, his chest all puffed out, and the smug sneer tilting over his chin strap, I was horrified to find I did not think I would like him. As I grew older, more about him emerged. A gentleman rider with Teddy Roosevelt in his youth, was not so bad maybe. Camping like boy scouts with guns fighting yellow jackets. But after Wild Bill Cody's Show died out, where he was a cowboy, he took to sniping at the Irish when he was old enough to know better. Then WWI after his younger
brother was killed, and he himself caught some shrapnel that would eventually kill him. He was like a combat artist, I saw his paintings. But I never understood why, beyond his good looks and charm, anyone would think him wonderful. He drained my grandmother's inheritance, took my father and uncle with him for tea with his mistress, and beat them
mercilessly every Wednesday just for anything he had not caught them at.
My father had his own charm and good looks. He was a combat artist himself, and my mother spent most of her career at the Pentagon; but he made my mother's life as miserable as she made his. She was an overt narcissist with bipolar/borderline disorder, and he was a covert narcissist. He had superiority issues and twisted philosophies that I
could not accept. I adored him, but by the time I left home, I was terrified of him.
So between this historical side of Bollywood (the city in which I live is at least 50% Asian), having gotten to know a lot of indigenous people and the crap they have to live with in Canada, especially from the cops and the Feds, and the outcry from Black Lives Matter, this all makes me remember acutely why I hated living in the States so much. I know how
being slurred feels; I was mistaken for a Jew as a kid, and down south, that was not pretty. I see how that vile monster is raising its ugly head again, in the most unlikely places.
I feel jaded because my indelible streak of naiveté does not let me truly get how people can be so bloody inhuman to each other. We are all the same under our skin. We all breathe it in when it's hot and humid, when it's icy and dry. We all bleed. But it seems some of us have a way of being absolutely blind to everything except the superficial. As blind
as others are incredibly spiritually x-ray visual, empathetic to what's beneath, with emotions that live like 3D story plots within us as to the way things should really go. That shiny little God spark that dimly remembers heaven.
Wheat and tares...so much to pray for this Sunday.
1783 - A hot-air balloon was demonstrated by Joseph and Jacques Montgolfier. It reached a height of 1,500 feet.
1989 - In Beijing, Chinese army troops stormed Tiananmen Square to crush the pro-democracy movement. It is believed that hundreds, possibly thousands, of demonstrators were killed.
1998 - George and Ira Gershwin received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
DAILY SQU-EEK
It was on this day in 1783.
Joseph and Etienne Montgolfier: inventors of the first hot air balloons.
My church has put out a call to pray against intolerence and racism this Sunday afternoon.
How timely.
I have been going through the movie offerings on Amazon Prime and noticed in the Bollywood section several historical flicks about uprisings against the British. I was watching one and had to stop, I didn't realize just how brutal the corporate greed was with the East India Company, how vast the uprisings, and its use of the British Army as virtual mercenaries.
My grandfather was a British warrior, and kept running away from school and lying about his age to be in the army. Evidently his father had to buy out his commission several times to get him through school, and we had a photo of him as a teen when he was stationed in India. I hated that photo, because though he died before I was born, all I had heard
about him was how wonderful he was. When I saw the picture, with his pillbox jauntily cocked, his chest all puffed out, and the smug sneer tilting over his chin strap, I was horrified to find I did not think I would like him. As I grew older, more about him emerged. A gentleman rider with Teddy Roosevelt in his youth, was not so bad maybe. Camping like boy scouts with guns fighting yellow jackets. But after Wild Bill Cody's Show died out, where he was a cowboy, he took to sniping at the Irish when he was old enough to know better. Then WWI after his younger
brother was killed, and he himself caught some shrapnel that would eventually kill him. He was like a combat artist, I saw his paintings. But I never understood why, beyond his good looks and charm, anyone would think him wonderful. He drained my grandmother's inheritance, took my father and uncle with him for tea with his mistress, and beat them
mercilessly every Wednesday just for anything he had not caught them at.
My father had his own charm and good looks. He was a combat artist himself, and my mother spent most of her career at the Pentagon; but he made my mother's life as miserable as she made his. She was an overt narcissist with bipolar/borderline disorder, and he was a covert narcissist. He had superiority issues and twisted philosophies that I
could not accept. I adored him, but by the time I left home, I was terrified of him.
So between this historical side of Bollywood (the city in which I live is at least 50% Asian), having gotten to know a lot of indigenous people and the crap they have to live with in Canada, especially from the cops and the Feds, and the outcry from Black Lives Matter, this all makes me remember acutely why I hated living in the States so much. I know how
being slurred feels; I was mistaken for a Jew as a kid, and down south, that was not pretty. I see how that vile monster is raising its ugly head again, in the most unlikely places.
I feel jaded because my indelible streak of naiveté does not let me truly get how people can be so bloody inhuman to each other. We are all the same under our skin. We all breathe it in when it's hot and humid, when it's icy and dry. We all bleed. But it seems some of us have a way of being absolutely blind to everything except the superficial. As blind
as others are incredibly spiritually x-ray visual, empathetic to what's beneath, with emotions that live like 3D story plots within us as to the way things should really go. That shiny little God spark that dimly remembers heaven.
Wheat and tares...so much to pray for this Sunday.
Pictures of the day
Pictures of the day
Ray Strachey (4 June 1887 – 16 July 1940) was a British feminist politician, mathematician, engineer, artist and writer. For most of her life, Strachey worked for women's suffrage organizations, starting when she was studying mathematics at Cambridge, during which time she took part in the Mud March of February 1907. Her ambition to become an engineer was abandoned when she married Oliver Strachey, a civil servant and cryptographer, in 1911; she continued to take an interest in the role of women in engineering, and campaigned on behalf of the Society of Women Welders in 1920 for women to be permitted to remain in the trade. After World War I, women were granted the vote and permitted to stand for parliament, and she stood as an independent parliamentary candidate in Brentford and Chiswick at the general elections of 1918, 1922 and 1923, without success.
Across the Country, a Few Brace Police Officers
are Standing in Solidarity
knit
thanks, Sheri
knit
thanks, Vivian
knit
knit
Knit Pattern of the Day:
crochet
Quarantine Cooking Recipes ... crockpot
RECIPE
thanks, Shelley, New York Food Correspondent
ADULT COLORING
CRAFTS
CHILDREN'S CORNER ... Father's Day
PUZZLE
SUDOKU ... very hard
QUOTE
CLEVER
thanks, Gloria
ADULT COLORING
FUN
thanks, Sue
SEE HOW FAST YOU CAN SPOT ALL 15 OBJECTS?
answer:
CRAFTS
CHILDREN'S CORNER ... Father's Day
thanks, Bella
PUZZLE
| bide bloat bridge charity corrode crazy | decay detonation dose dots erode feeble found gloom | hurry inner input insert instruction nutrition | remove rich rough shoo small society sorry sponsor | street study swing torch trouble turbulent warmth water |
SUDOKU ... very hard
solution:
QUOTE
CLEVER
thanks, Valerie, Canadian Correspondent
"Seems slow but keep watching."
EYE OPENER
A THOUGHT FOR TODAY:
I sit on a man's back, choking him and making him carry me, and yet assure myself and others that I am very sorry for him and wish to ease his lot by all possible means -- except by getting off his back. -Leo Tolstoy, novelist and philosopher (1828-1910)
OPTICAL ILLUSION
Geometric Illusion
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