I’ll bet that in the scene in Star Wars 3 (Revenge of the Sith) where Amidala names her twins before she dies, there’s an outtake where she says, “Luke…. Laura… (gasp,thud)”
Every time we refill our fountain we pull the filters and clean them. There’s a simple plastic one between the bowl and the pump that just needs a rinse to get the cat hairs out, and the charcoal one inside that needs to be backflushed with hot water to remove the ewwww slime. Once a month I’ll take the thing completely apart, clean the slime from every surface, replace the charcoal filter, and run sodium perchlorate through it before I rinse and refill.
Every time I do that, I think of making an Amazon video review complaining about all the places where the slime hides and is impossible to get all of it, so it feeds the next slime ecosystem. How the heck are you supposed to clean 30 degree corners, 1/2 inch spaces between walls, and tiny (I mean, 1/8 inch diameter) hollow tubes?
We hang our blankets outside and beat them with a rattan stick (old SCA sword). Fur gathered inside is tossed into the Dry Compost bucket, and layered in when I turn the compost heap. In spring, I’ll hang some on shrubbery for the birds to use.
Note that dryer lint from cotton clothes is dangerous for birds to line their nests with — Cotton Kills. (It stays wet if it gets wet, causing hypothermia. All backcountry campers are warned about cotton clothes.)
These aren’t political (whines), they’re economic (whines). Yes, they’re OT, but they’re about what we’re going through in our own lives. Just like posts about health, health of our kitties, travel, house, vacation. And the contents of picanic baskets.
I’ll bet that in the scene in Star Wars 3 (Revenge of the Sith) where Amidala names her twins before she dies, there’s an outtake where she says, “Luke…. Laura… (gasp,thud)”