Rikki “The Bastard” Tikki Tavi Martin Davis, 13 (91 in cat years), our beloved cat, used up the last of his nine lives on Wednesday February 11, 2009. Rikki was adopted when he was two years old by Racheall and Doug Martin. In 2003, he went to live with The Davis Family when Racheall developed severe allergies to cats. Rikki was an adventurous spirit and an awesome attack cat who was never content to sit still and be petted. He had many adventures during his lifetime. A few months after he moved with his family to Maryland, he disappeared for three months. Fearing the worst, his family thought they would never see him again, until they received a phone call from a woman who lived on a horse farm 25 miles away. Rikki had been found along the highway and was taken to the horse farm where he became very comfortable and was reluctant to return home.
Rikki ran the household using fear as his weapon. Those who knew him, knew that he had claws like razors and could slice your legs in a heartbeat if he felt like it. He used his weapon to corral the neighborhood dogs and to catch rodents living near the stream. Still, he could be a very loving cat when he wanted to, fluffing your belly and drooling while he was petted, but when he had had enough you knew. Rikki was a loner. He liked to hang out around the neighborhood only returning for food and water and the occasional touch from his people.
Rikki is survived by his people Tony, Cody, Olivia Davis, and Isabella Martin.
Rikki asked that he be cremated fearing that his people’s dog would dig him up if he were ever buried. A Memorial Service will be held on Sunday February 15, 2009 at the Davis Residence (2673 Melville Dr).
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
VEILED INSULTS
I just started working out again after a 10 year hiatus – that’s what I like to call it! Last week was my first week of working out.
On my third day I was in the locker room getting ready to take a shower when this heavy girl comes up to me and asks, “How did your work out go?” I told her it had gone great. Then she says, “I used to be as big as you, then I lost 80 lbs.”
I stood there stunned before I could mumble out a not very enthusiastic, “Good for you.” She proceeded to tell me how it took her over a year to lose weight then continued talking about how she used to be big. The whole time she was talking I just kept staring at her thinking, “She seriously thinks she is skinny?” I finally managed to excuse myself and head to the showers.
I started thinking about her comment and it started to really bug me. Not in a sense that made me feel bad about myself, but in sense that why do fat people who have lost weight find the need to have to passively try to knock someone else down in order to make themselves feel good?
Later I told my brother what she said and he said that I should have responded with, “Thanks Bitch.” and then walked off. I told him that had our little sister been there she would have had some good come back.
Now I don’t know if this girl was honestly trying to “encourage” me with her words by saying if she could do it, then I could do it, but I don’t really care. The point is that people should really think about what flows out of his/her mouth before releasing it! I mean, wouldn’t it have been better for her to say, “I lost 80 lbs over the past year”? Why add in the veiled insult? How does she know how much I weigh? Personally, I think she looked like she weighed as much as I did.
Having been fat, then skinny, then fat, then skinny over and over, I would never make any assumptions as to someone else’s weight. I will not let her words knock me down. I will keep working out and one day I will be skinny again!
On my third day I was in the locker room getting ready to take a shower when this heavy girl comes up to me and asks, “How did your work out go?” I told her it had gone great. Then she says, “I used to be as big as you, then I lost 80 lbs.”
I stood there stunned before I could mumble out a not very enthusiastic, “Good for you.” She proceeded to tell me how it took her over a year to lose weight then continued talking about how she used to be big. The whole time she was talking I just kept staring at her thinking, “She seriously thinks she is skinny?” I finally managed to excuse myself and head to the showers.
I started thinking about her comment and it started to really bug me. Not in a sense that made me feel bad about myself, but in sense that why do fat people who have lost weight find the need to have to passively try to knock someone else down in order to make themselves feel good?
Later I told my brother what she said and he said that I should have responded with, “Thanks Bitch.” and then walked off. I told him that had our little sister been there she would have had some good come back.
Now I don’t know if this girl was honestly trying to “encourage” me with her words by saying if she could do it, then I could do it, but I don’t really care. The point is that people should really think about what flows out of his/her mouth before releasing it! I mean, wouldn’t it have been better for her to say, “I lost 80 lbs over the past year”? Why add in the veiled insult? How does she know how much I weigh? Personally, I think she looked like she weighed as much as I did.
Having been fat, then skinny, then fat, then skinny over and over, I would never make any assumptions as to someone else’s weight. I will not let her words knock me down. I will keep working out and one day I will be skinny again!
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