Bird flu is coming, are you ready?

It has been known for a long time that food production in the USA has been completely ruined.

Chickens are stuffed full of antibiotics, and eggs still have to be disinfected, because they simply don't know how to do the same thing as in Finland: keep the same batch of chickens together from birth to death, so that the bugs can't attack from the outside. In one documentary, a company boasted that they no longer need to give chickens antibiotics. I already thought that the Finnish model had been understood by now. But no, vaccines had replaced antibiotics. 🙄

 

picture: Effin' Birds (affiliate link)

 

In the USA, cattle live their own shit, and that's why E. coli sometimes kills people. And what's even better is that the animal shit water is used to water the vegetables, so they also kill. Or, actually, even better is the fact that cattle are fed chicken shit. What could possibly go wrong? So the entire food chain is screwed up, I wouldn't dare to eat anything in the USA.

Well, now in the USA, bird flu is spreading in food production. So far, it has been most prevalent on dairy farms, especially in California, but also in many other states. Most recently, bird flu has also spread to turkey farms.

And there is bird flu in wastewater in many states.

Canada's first human case of bird flu, a teenager, has been in critical condition for a month. It is still not known where he got the infection. A mutation has also been detected in the virus that promotes its transmission between people.

 

 

With the bird flu pandemic, it seems that the question is not if it will come, but when it will come.

Will the US's messed up food production cause a pandemic that kills at least 50% of the population? That would be a new black death. Society would collapse.

Bird flu is worse than corona also in other ways than in terms of lethality. Bird flu is not only transmitted through the air you breathe, but also through food. So you can get it by eating it. It is also very contagious from surfaces and hands, unlike covid.

Last Halloween

My favorite game has two months to live. In that fact there's more than enough horror for Halloween. Friday the 13th: The Game, I hardly knew you. Just a little over 2000 hours played, during six years.

 

So today I should try to play all day. Last year the true horror of Halloween was all about playing as Lachappa, and I thought about the same thing now. But then I realized that for me the above-mentioned thing would be playing as bunny Deb... I wouldn't want bunny roast :(

Somewhat related: In Finland the free Pluto TV has recently shown the Friday the 13th (affiliate link) movie series on its own channel, apparently in honor of Halloween. I can say that they are definitely not suitable movies for me. But the funniest thing is keeping an eye for familiar places from the game, how well they are implemented in the game.

 

 

Last year I had a long fight with a pumpkin, and the reward was very little edible part. This time I won't make that mistake, I bought ready-made pumpkin puree. I eat it with prepared meatballs (gluten-free). Yummy and so gourmet!

 

There are a lot of ghosts around this Halloween. Cat ghosts. Fresh cat ghosts. You don't believe that? At least this picture proves it. I would have others similar, but I will save the blog from them.

 

After losing the cats my life is meaningless. Nothing can make it better. Nothing. Everything is completely broken and ruined for good.

 

Two nights ago I petted Olivia (again) in my sleep and cried. I knew it wasn't the real Olivia, but she had only come to comfort me.

A cat lady without cats

Home is quiet. There are no more cats.

After 17 years together, all my three cats died within a couple of months.

 

 

On the morning of Kali's death, I felt sick, and I wondered what would happen. But luckily I have been able to eat normally and haven't vomited. However, sleeping has been difficult. My stomach pains have been bothering me for a long time, and now they have gotten worse too. I associate them with stress, or worse. They are not endometriosis pain. This week, my back has also hurt so much that bending over is difficult.

"Can you get used to such an easy life?" It's hard to remember that no one needs food anymore at cat feeding times. No need to feed the cats, wash their food bowls, change their water, clean and wash their toilets. Not to mention the end-stage meds, cleaning asses and cleaning the floors of diarrhea.

The cleaning started immediately after Kali died. I've put the cats' things either in the trash or in storage, depending on the condition. For example, there are plenty of food and drink cups, even unused ones. The toilets that were in poor condition and with stubborn stains all went into the trash, I didn't buy any more new ones, but decided that we'll go with these until the end. All opened dry food (there must have been at least 8 different ones!!) and treats and nutritional supplements in the trash. Prescription drugs to the pharmacy. But I don't know what to do with the scratching posts and the water fountain?

There is an awful lot of cat food left. (Zooplus' last order arrived the day after Kali's death. Adding insult to injury?) 3x 14 kilo bags of cat litter, I avoided opening a new bag. There are lots of unopened phosphorus binders, and a couple of big tubes of diarrhea medicine (and a big jar of kaolin powder). There is also an unopened bottle of Kaminox. We got so much everything that was left unused. But at least I can use up Kali's laxatives myself.

 

 

What I would give now for Olivia to sit in front of the computer screen and disturb me. That she would come to bed in the morning, demanding breakfast.

That Tabitha would be interfering with the changing of the sheets. And demanding that I eat my dinner faster so that she could have the leftovers.

I have constantly seen delusions that Kali is still on the top level of the scratching post. From my seat at the computer, I can see right to the top level through the reflection of a painting.

No one wants to sit on my computer chair anymore, I win the chair game every time. Kali no longer sits on the corner of my computer desk waiting for a treat.

There is no one spreading cat hair around anymore, nor spreading cat litter. I guess I could say that I don't miss the smell of piss and shit, and they were mainly caused by Olivia.

It is completely unnatural that you can carelessly leave the walk-in closet door open when there is not a single cat trying to get in.

 

No, I'm not going to get a new cat. The main reason for that is financial. In my current financial situation, I can't even afford myself, let alone another living being. And this money situation will probably never improve, rather the opposite.

I was really quite an idiot when I got three cats when I was "young". Didn't worry about tomorrow? I would not have survived these last times without the financial support of my spouse. For example, Tabitha's one hospital day cost 1400, Olivia's death cost 1000 euros. Compared to that, Kali's death was "cheap", 600.

Pictured are my favorite things in the world: my cats, playing Friday and vodka. Pathetic? Maybe someone thinks so.

 

Playing Spiritfarer (affiliate link) again is not as simple as I thought. We don't own that game. It used to be on Playstation plus, but it's not anymore. So I should buy it. And I should be patient to wait for it to be on sale.