Vogel’s View – February 13, 2012

The last of my bills was heard in Committee this week, beginning with SB 444, which passed unanimously out of the Senate Finance Committee. The bill protects taxpayers who invest in historic rehabilitation projects and was necessary because of an odd technicality resulting from a 2011 Federal Court decision. The ruling resulted in Virginia taxpayers being inadvertently taxed on the proceeds of their own tax credit, which was never the intent. Historic rehab tax credits have been extremely valuable in our district, generating substantial private investment and revitalizing urban centers. The clarification of Virginia’s intent under the statute will now keep those investments secure.

SB 451, my bill to make Medicaid fraud investigation and enforcement more efficient, passed unanimously out of the Courts of Justice Committee.  The bill conforms Virginia’s fraud prosecution procedures to federal rules that allow Virginia to continue to receive a 10% collection enhancement on Medicaid fraud recoveries.  Without this bill, Virginia would stand to lose substantial federal dollars that support our work to combat fraud.

My bill, SB 684, also passed unanimously out of the Senate Finance Committee giving Winchester the option to direct certain sales tax proceeds generated from a baseball facility to pay for the cost of construction.  It is a permissive provision that has already been extended to eleven other localities and my bill adds Winchester to the list in an effort to support Winchester’s consideration of a baseball stadium.  It is good policy because it costs taxpayers nothing to simply direct the new revenue from sales tax generated at a stadium once it is built.  That revenue then goes to help pay the cost of the stadium.  If the city chooses not to pursue a facility, then it is at least available for future economic development.

I am very sad to report that SB 449, my bill requiring the Board of Housing and Community Development to set safety guidelines for anchoring movable soccer goals in public recreational areas, failed to pass in committee.  The genesis of the bill was the tragic story of Hayden Ellias, who was killed in Frederick County when an unanchored goal fell on him.  Since then, there have been at least six more deaths and at least five serious injuries as a result of unanchored goals. It takes as little as 22 pounds of pressure to tip over a 400 pound goal and it is a preventable accident.  I was extremely disappointed that the committee could not agree to support the bill, but I intend to work again next year to propose a solution.

Two sweeping reform measures passed in the Senate this week. The first, SB 678, is a major government reorganization plan proposed by Governor McDonnell.  It represents one of many measures passed during his term that targets duplicative, antiquated and ineffective state government functions.

When I cite just some of the groups abolished by the bill, you begin to see the absurdity of what government has become.  Among other things, the bill eliminates the Commonwealth Competition Council; Interagency Dispute Resolution Advisory Council; Virginia Public Building Board; Virginia Council on Human Resources; Department of Employment Dispute Resolutions; Reforestation Board; Seed Potato Board (incorporates those duties into the regular Potato Board); Pesticide Control Board (transfers duties to Board of Agriculture and Consumer Services); Board of Surface Mining Review; Board of Mineral Mining Examiners; the Virginia National Defense Industrial Authority; Boating Advisory Committee; and the Board of Towing and Recovery Operators. It also deregulates mold remediators and inspectors, hair braiders and braiding schools and consolidates the Bright Flue-Cured and Dark-Fired Tobacco Boards.

Have no fear.  No important state function is overlooked. In each case, meaningful responsibilities of an eliminated body are subsumed by another board. Again, I share this list for perspective and to demonstrate the scope of what can be done to capture economies of scale and remedy some of the obsolete and embarrassingly outdated framework of state government.  I hope that this is a trend we   continue and eventually we have the opportunity to do the same with local government functions as well.

The second sweeping reform, SB 679, eliminates a long list of statewide mandates on local and regional government entities related to procurement, education and land use.  It is the result of the Governor’s Task Force on Local Mandate Review, a comprehensive undertaking to solicit feedback from school divisions and local governments on the worthless and expensive mandates that should be abolished. The findings support my strong bias against mandates in general. Time has proven that burdensome and intrusive federal government mandates take away our liberties as Virginians. The same is true for mandates imposed on localities by the state, which only serve to drain resources and undermine local authority.

As always, I take your thoughts and opinions seriously and hope that you will contact our office any time that you have questions or concerns.  I can be reached during the General Assembly session at 804-698-7527, P.O. Box 397, Richmond, VA 23218 or you can email me at jillvogel@senate27.com.  Also, please visit our website at www.senatorjillvogel.com.

The Minchew Memo – February 7, 2012

Dear Friends,

Greetings from Richmond on this beautiful February morning!

I reflect upon my work in the General Assembly and am in constant appreciation of the honor of serving you in the oldest representative body in the western hemisphere. Since we cap our time as citizen-legislators to 60 days in even numbered (“long session”) years, legislation moves at a rapid rate in our General Assembly. To craft a good piece of legislation and then shepherd that bill toward a floor vote and positive outcome is what you elected me to do, and I am happy to share with you some of the highlights from last week:

Government Reform Agenda

Structuring any organizati on or operation, including government, in a way that is efficient but does not overlook anything essential, and that is innovative without being wasteful, is a monumental task.

An ongoing effort in Richmond is the development and implementation of common-sense reforms to increase efficiency and eliminate government waste. Vital bills, like the government reorganization plan (HB1291) proposed by the McDonnell administration, are estimated to save the Commonwealth $2 million dollars annually.

On Wednesday, the house passed a bill I introduced (HB 917) that will give regulatory boards in the Department of Professional and Occupational Regulation the capacity to determine when they will call meetings, rather than mandating regular meetings when there are no business items. Simple, efficiency-oriented measures like HB 917 can contribute to substantial savings for taxpayers.  For example, I was amazed that, until passage of this bill, monthly meetings at taxpayer expense were required for the Professional Boxing, Wrestling, and Martial Arts Advisory Board.

Supporting Localities

One of my greatest responsibilities is to support the counties and towns of the 10th District. Part of that effort is to ensure that each locality is able to govern as freely as is possible, without the weight of mandates, especially those that are unfunded.

I am honored to represent three counties (Frederick, Clarke,and Loudoun) and three towns (Middleburg, Boyce, and Leesburg).  Listening to the thoughts, concerns, and views of the governing bodies of these six localities is a key part of my job.

I am pleased to sponsor many of the legislative priorities of the 10th District counties and towns. A number of them saw significant advancement in the General Assembly over the past week, including:

  • Charter Amendments for the town of Boyce (HB 1288), Middleburg (HB 904), and Leesburg (HB 906) all made their way through the Committee on Counties, Cities, and Towns and will be heard before the full House this coming week.
  •  Making Solid Waste Management Plans optional (HB913). This is the removal of an unfunded mandate that says a governing body must submit and follow a Solid Waste Management Plan. If a locality does decide it wants a Solid Waste Management Plan, it does not remove that authority.
  • A cash proffer flexing bill (HB 910) that allows localities to expend collected cash proffer monies toward other needed, conforming capital projects where the functional purpose behind the original cash proffer no longer exists.

Economic Development

One of the most important means to ensure continued economic growth in the Northern Virginia region is an effective transportation system.

My House Joint Resolution (HJ131) calling for the study of a bridge over the Potomac River between I-495 and US 15 Point of Rocks Bridge has moved out of a Rules subcommittee and will be heard by the full committee today.  In a radio interview with WTOP last week, Governor McDonnell noted the need for cooperative planning with Maryland toward consideration of an additional Potomac River crossing.

Constituent Services

Last week I met many constituents in Richmond, including school administrators and school board officials on education-related issues, and leaders from the transportation, banking, public utilities, and housing sectors. As Robert Baden-Powell, the founder of Scouting, stated:

“If you make listening and observation your occupation, you will gain much more than you can by talk.” 

This quote rings very true for me as I continue my work as your delegate.  If I am not in session or committee meetings, please know my door is open to visit and hear what is important to you, the citizens throughout the 10th district and Northern Virginia.

Recently, I had the opportunity to sit down with Woody Evans of Cable Reports and discuss the 2012 General Assembly Session.  To view, click here.

As always, my staff and I are here in Richmond to serve you. We want to hear what you think about the legislation pending before the House, or if there’s anything we can do to help you in dealing with a state government agency. My office can be reached at. 804.698.1010 or via email at DelRMinchew@house.virginia.gov.  You can also keep up with me on  Facebook . Just click ‘like!’

Keep up with all the bills before the legislature on the  Virginia Legislative Information System  website.

Your voice in Richmond,

Randy Minchew

Virginia House of Delegates, 10th District

DelRMinchew@house.virginia.gov | Richmond Office: 804.698.1010 | District Mailing Address: PO Box 385 Leesburg, VA 20178

Michelle Hayes: Who Will Tuck Me In Mama?

by Michelle Hayes

The wind howled outside with reckless abandon. Its sound penetrated the windows causing the young girl to pause and glance about. The moon was bright tonight, despite the gray of the storm. Its light streamed through the curtains in the quaint yellow bedroom.

Thunder suddenly bellowed loudly, causing Belle to shrink under the covers. As its sound faded away, she pushed the covers back down. Her dark brown eyes peeked from under them. They reminded me of chocolate M&M’s; strikingly dark against the white sheets.

“Snug as a bug in a rug” I said quietly to Belle. I tucked her in tightly, making certain the covers were in the right place. I then sat down on the edge to calm her, waiting for the storm to pass.

I thought of all the things I needed to do; laundry to fold, bills to pay. As the thunder dissipated, I leaned down and kissed her goodnight. “Mama, how old will you be when I am sixty-six?” Her small voice broke the quiet.  I looked over to her, smiling and lost within the question she asked. I realized I would be the ripe old age of ninety six, and uncertain if I would even be here on this earth.

Her eyelashes batted her cheeks, patiently awaiting my answer. “I would be ninety-six” I said softly.

”That’s really old Mama.”

A small giggle left her, and I chuckled as well.

“Will you be alive?” She asked quite simply.

I paused looking at her.

“I’m not sure. That is pretty old.” I replied.

My hand grazed her forehead, tucking her dark hair behind her ear.

“But who will tuck me in at night Mama?” Her small voice was strained, and a well of tears formed in her dark eyes. My heart broke as I pondered that.

“I will always be here Belle” I answered, then continued. “Even when I’m old or away in heaven, I’m right here with you, always.”   I placed my hand upon her heart, feeling the fast rhythm of it beating against my palm.

Her tears which she had tried so hard to contain fell like raindrops down her cheeks.

“But I don’t want you to die. I want you to be here to tuck me in.” Her small arms reached for me then, and she held me tight. “Belle, hush, please don’t cry” I said tenderly, holding her close to me.

“God put me here for a while; I won’t be ninety-six for a very, very, long time. I have a lot of living left Belle” then continued “You’re stuck with me kiddo.”

She looked up at me then. Her brown eyes searching mine.  Her hair smelled of sweet lavender, the aroma lulling. I smiled as I thought of her growing in time, taking with her the memories of me tucking her in at night. Then someday becoming a mother herself and doing the same with her own children.

“We’re like band aids; stuck to each other” she said quietly to me.

“Yes, always …” I said. 

Michelle Hayes writes about life and living in Virginia’s northern Shenandoah Valley.

Michelle Hayes: Charlie’s Storm

by Michelle Hayes

Cancer doesn’t choose us by our gender, race, or age. Whether we’re kind, or unkind. Whether we’re wealthy or poor.  It is an evil entity that plagues patients and tries to remove the possibility of hope. It sickens; it tortures, and it allows the human mind to even question why God would permit it to happen.

Doctors detest the word; patients fear it…

Charlie was thirty-five years old when diagnosed with esophageal cancer.  A fit father of two, Charlie hadn’t smoked a day in his life. He was about to embark on a battle with this disease and the wrath it bestows. Nothing can prepare a human being for the agony cancer brings forth. It will attempt to dilute your hope, strip your faith, and consume your spirit.

In January of 2009, Charlie and his wife Chrissy had to inform their two children that their father had stage three cancer. It shook their children and the life that they knew. There were tears and utter anguish overflowing from them.  Not only does the victim of this disease face its dark fury, but their loved ones do as well.  A passage they would all take together.

Charlie is a man that exudes both sincerity and absolute integrity. He also has the ability to make you laugh, and toss wit your way. A good husband, a spectacular Dad; a great friend. He and I had many conversations about God, and his lack of faith. He would always throw out the infamous “Big Bang Theory.” I’d shake my head and ask him, “What does it hurt to believe?”  Convincing Charlie was a hard feat to master. Turns out, God found his way of reaching Charlie himself.

Charlie was planning to have radiation and chemo therapy. This was aggressive, but he was so young that the doctors wanted to take this approach.  Once the chemo sessions were completed the doctors would then remove the tumor that was in Charlie’s esophagus. The surgery was risky, and worse, the survival rate was slim. Another prayer to be said, and more hope to cling on to.

There was a moment that God came into Charlie’s life. A moment, I think, he will take with him always.  It’s funny how God works and the ways he brings people into our lives. This is what happened to Charlie.

This was his beacon of hope. ..

Charlie was sitting in the radiation waiting room, and across from him there sat a nun. She was poised and quiet. She initiated the conversation, and through their exchange, God was brought up. Charlie, as you know by now, lacked faith. However, Sister Pat was an ally of God.

“If there is a God, then why are you here?” Charlie asked.

Sister Pat simply replied, “God put me here for you.”

Sister Pat’s reply struck Charlie then and a friendship was born.  Charlie and Sister Pat became friends, and Charlie, well, let’s just say faith has a way of blooming.

In the radiation office there was a bell that hung by the doorway. Upon your completion of therapy you would get to ring it loud and proud. On Charlie’s last day he took that bell off the wall, and he ran gloriously around the office ringing hope to the families that were sitting there. Tears were shed, and applause was heard throughout.

Charlie’s surgery was successful, and he was released by his surgeon to go home after eleven days in the hospital. However, weeks later after a routine endoscopy, Charlie aspirated and ended up staying in the hospital overnight. The surgeon released him the next day, but the pain medications were taking a toll on Charlie. The pain management team wanted to keep him, but Charlie just wanted to go home.  The very thought of staying in a hospital again was distressing.

What was a man to do?

Well, to annoy, and simply make a statement, Charlie decided to break out in song.

“I’m Henry the Eighth I am,” bellowed out of him.

Nurses, doctors, and patients alike were graced with the sweet sounds of this ballad. Finally, Charlie had got his way, and he was released to go home to his wife and children.

There is so much to Charlie’s story that I have not written in this piece. The strength of his wife; the heartbreak of his children. The prayers that were said, the tears that fell… What they went through daily cannot be measured in words. I can only say that I am honored to be writing about his triumph in battling cancer, and that his voice is heard through the stories he tells.

He is now cancer free, and embracing life with everything in him. Tomorrow is never guaranteed, and Charlie is one to attest to that. He conquered the powerful hell that cancer inflicted upon him. Through his adversity, he was courageous, inspiring, and gave hope to others.

Charlie is a force to be reckoned with, a silent strength among the storm…

Michelle Hayes reflects on life in Virginia’s northern Shenandoah Valley.

 

 

Michelle Hayes – The Picture

By Michelle Hayes

The picture was aged. Taken in a time when things were simple, lovely, and refined.  The photo was void of color, but the simple black and white was exquisite. My fingers traced the image delicately, running over the smile that held me.  The gentleman depicted was quite debonair.  Hauntingly captivating…

“He sent a letter every week.”

The elderly lady’s voice broke into my thoughts.  I looked up at the woman who was quite frail, yet seemed to emulate a force of strength.

“The photo was taken during the Korean War.”

Her pale blue eyes searched mine and smiled, then shifted back to the man in the photo.

“He was there for quite a while, but my heart yearned for him every day. “

I listened as her story unfolded, envisioning the couple myself.  I could hear the clock ticking from the other room. It’s steady sound was comforting. She sat in a wing chair across from me, poised; yet humble.  Her eyes were focused on the picture that I held.

“We were young, full of dreams.” She chuckled and shook her head. “We were to marry when he returned. He had asked me before he deployed underneath the old oak tree at his family’s farm.”

She swallowed then, and looked up at me with sorrow in her eyes.

“It was the winter of 1951, and the cold, it just cut deep to the bone. His letters suddenly stopped. My mind thought surely it was lost in transit. I prayed to God that he was safe and to bring him home.”

Her head bowed and I could see a small tear fall from her weathered cheek. “But that was not his fate.” Then she continued. ”His letters stopped because he died.”

Her sky blue eyes were filled with misty tears.

As I reached over and touched her hand a feeling of grief engulfed my own heart. She squeezed my hand in return and smiled.

“It’s been over fifty years, and I’ve never loved like I loved him.” Her smile grew a little wider.

“They say a picture can tell a thousand words” she said, and then continued, “Not this one. “

She shook her head. “This one picture tells more than that. My Calvin never came home to me. I was never able to say my vows to him.”

Her eyes closed for a moment.

”The only thing I have left of him is this picture and the memories that seem to fade away in my mind…”

Her voice trailed away.

I held the photo a little tighter and felt a true sadness for what fate did not deliver to this couple.

“I’m an old lady now, and my time will come too.” She said with quiet conviction. ”I’ll see my Calvin again.”

I left her home with a realization of how cruel life can be. Not only does fate deliver us, but it also takes away.  Their lives were stolen by a war and never fulfilled.

Weeks later Mary passed away. She never married, and had no children. An empty life it seemed. One brisk autumn day I drove to her lost soldier’s farm.  When I had spoken with her she informed me it was not too far from her home.  It was abandoned, run down from years of neglect. The only thing that stood out strong and proud was the oak tree Mary had spoken of. The sun peeked through massive branches that danced with the wind. I smiled and thought of Mary and Calvin under that oak tree, waiting for what life had to offer them.

The wind lingered, and for a moment the sounds of sweet laughter stroked the air…

 

Michelle Hayes writes and reflects on life while raising her family in Berryville, Virginia

Michelle Hayes: The Soldier

The Soldier

He is a warrior whose battle cry is heard in the hush of night

It roars like thunder; striking from darkened skies

We must not forget him and the mission he seeks

To make things right and protect the weak

His heart and family a world away

If only he could see his child kneeling down to pray

His cross, a constant reminder of faith upon his neck

It shines in the sunlight; blazing with the desert sun

His boots and gun his constant companions

His footsteps bring him one step closer to home

A veil of hope he clings to; not the moments alone

God hears his prayers to keep him safe

To watch over his family while he is away

Angels whisper as these soldiers wage war

Hoping that there will be peace, and war is no more

They watch and weep when a man has departed

Their angelic wings carry them home, heavy hearted

The soldiers fight with honor and valor; for a purpose, this war was started

The things they’ve seen and done, a heavy burden on one’s soul

 A man just can’t close the image within that door

Prayers are heard, from Earth to the heavens above

To bring the solider home safely, to his family; to his Country; his love…

For my Brother, who is serving his third tour. And for all the Soldiers that have fought with valor…

Michelle Hayes lives in Clarke County, Virginia

Paws & Claws: Volunteers Make a Difference in the Lives of Shelter Inmates

Hello everyone! I hope everyone had a safe and fun New Year!

Things are going wonderfully at the shelter. Thank you again to everyone who helped make the holiday season a special one for all the kitties and doggies! It really is help from the citizens that help us keep things going. Also, a special thank you to the Humane Foundation for building our new livestock run-in shed.

Jingle is a loving 2-4 year old female, collie and pit bull mix. If you've been thinking about a dog, Jingle might just ring your bell!

I am told that Mr. and Mrs. McLean are having a birthday this month, so Happy Birthday to them!

But on to more pressing matters. Earlier I posted two stories from two of our volunteers at the shelter and I promised a couple more. So this week, I would like to share two other stories from our treasured volunteers.

“I love to work at the animal shelter. There is always plenty to do, like cleaning the cat room and dog room. I even get to help let the dogs out. I am always happy to see one of the pets get adopted. I love to help there so I can see how happy people make the animals, and how happy the animals make the people. There are many loving cats and dogs there. There is this one cat there who is super sweet. I like it the most there because I can be myself and have fun too”.

McGrady, a DSH, neutered male, between 1-5 years old, hopes that he finds a home soon.

And one more…

“My experience at the Clarke County Animal Shelter is one I will remember all my life. Volunteering with Jenny and Brittany has made me realize I want to work with animals when I graduate from high school. I have learned how to take care of kittens, cats, dogs, rabbit, and guinea pigs. I collect food bowls, clean cages, fill food bowls, walk dogs. I even help clean kittens and cat cages. I have learned the animals need love. And care. I leaned this is a lot of reasons people abandon or give up their pets. The main thing I leaned is don’t mistreat your pets. It makes the animals very scared of humans. Animal cruelty is the worst thing that can happen to a pet. Animals need love, food, water, exercise, and shelter. Volunteering for the Clarke County Animal Shelter has taught me a lot, even animals need bathing and grooming.”

We love having our volunteers at the shelter. And we hope they love working with us! And I hope you guys enjoyed reading these stories as much as we enjoy having the girls work with us.

Brittany Fewell is a animal lover and staff member at the Clarke County Animal Shelter in Berryville, Virginia

Michelle Hayes: Angels & Lullabies

by Michelle Hayes

The swing swayed back and forth with a gentle lulling rhythm. A soft giggle penetrated the silence of the air. Its delightful sound triggered me to smile. It was spring and the weather was warm; summer waiting to emerge.  From a distance I could hear a dog bark, then as instantly as it was heard, it faded with the wind.

“Push me higher Mama.” Isabelle’s voice broke through my thoughts. I looked down at her eyes, and saw her delight. “Sure,” I said absently. I placed my hands upon the small of her back and obliged her.

Her long hair drifted with the breeze, catching the light of the sun. The colors gleamed like amber with chocolate. Her eyes were fixed upon the sky, intently gazing at the vast color of blue.  I looked up and saw the array of clouds that scattered the horizon.

The song “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, “carried out from her. She sang with pride; without a thought to the world.

It was enchanting…

“What are you looking at, Belle?” I said with slight humor.

“Angels.” She quite simply replied.

Then she returned her gaze to the sky.  For an instant I paused without a word spoken from my lips. I simply looked into the direction her eyes were set upon and saw a limitless blue.

“Where do you see Angels?” I asked. My eyes searching.

Her feet ceased trying to reach the sky, and she pointed. “Right there Mama, don’t you see?” I stopped the swing, and kneeled down to her. “Show me.” I said quietly.

“They’re right there Mama.” She said with impatience. “Look.” She pointed once again, exasperated with me. Chills raked my spine, as I saw her eyes looking in the direction she pointed out. Her dark eyes mesmerized.

“What do they look like?” I asked, my eyes desperately seeking.

“They have white dresses on and blue eyes.” Her feet ran on the ground to motion up the swing. Once she was seated again, she continued.

“One of them smiled at me.” She said, and then continued. “And I smiled right back.” Isabelle started to sing her song again, and as fast as the magic came, it was gone.

It is often said that children are able to see through eyes that aren’t tainted from the world and its ways. They’re innocence grants them the ability to see what is unseen. I have a tendency to believe this theory. Its comforting knowing that in a world filled with so much darkness that there is a light witnessed by children.

Michelle Hayes writes from her home near Berryville, Virginia 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Michelle Hayes: A Toast to Forever

With the New Year upon us and opportunity abounding, it is natural for us to take a glimpse back at 2011. Considering that it was one of the worst financial years in the history of the US with many struggling families, I pray that 2012 will be quite different. This year I’ve decided not to make a New Year resolution, but rather play the hand that has been dealt for me a little more gracefully.

At the stroke of midnight the entire world will be welcoming in a New Year. We will all embrace a clean slate; an untouched shroud of snow.  It grants us all a chance to change what we wish to change and to embark on a journey with the attitude that we resolve to.

There is something bewitching about the stroke of midnight…

Generations before us have celebrated that very moment just as we do tonight. They too offered well wishes for others, and held their own hopes and dreams for a better year. They all toasted their champagne glasses and kissed their loved ones.

Their history was dreamt and made. It is now our time to make our own mark.

It’s ours…

To have the courage to do what you’re afraid to do. To help another when you know that the needs are great. To love deeply, with absolute abandon. To take a chance when no one else dares to.

This time is yours.

So tonight when you raise your glass and make a toast, remember that you’re about to take another step in your journey in this life. There are pages in your book that have yet to be written.  There are moments in this life that have yet to transpire. Time is a powerful thing. Make certain that your footsteps do not fade, but are echoed throughout time.

Michelle Hayes writes from her home in Clarke County, Virginia

Paws and Claws: Tickle Spot Trivia

Hello everyone! I hope you had a splendid Christmas, and are preparing for a very Happy New Year!
Now, onto business…

Ever wondered why most white cats are deaf?

Have you ever wondered why tortoise shelled cats are always female? Or maybe you’re interested in why most white cats are deaf? Or maybe you’ve always wanted to know why your dog twitches his leg when you scratch his “tickle spot”?
These are all very interesting questions with some very interesting answers!
Tortoise shell cats are always female. There is a very simple explanation for this. And it is…… GENETICS!!!!
It really is that simple. Female cats have sex chromosomes, just like mammals, including humans. Generally there is an X chromosome and a Y chromosome. Somewhere on the X chromosome there is a location for either a gene that produces an orange color or a black color, but never both. However, female cats have two X chromosomes, and therefore can have the location for an orange gene, and a black gene, creating the tortoise shell color. Now, if you ever find a male cat that is tortoise shelled, it is because he genetically abnormal. A male cat in this instance would have the two X chromosomes, but would also carry a Y chromosomes. Because of this genetic abnormality, the males are rendered sterile.
Most white cats are deaf. And this one is actually true. About 60 to 80% of white cats with blue eyes are deaf. However, if you come across a white cat that maybe has yellow eyes or green eyes, chances are she or he can hear quite well. But…. if you find a white cat that has blue eyes, he or she is more than likely deaf. And there is a simple explanation for this as well. And it is again, genetics. The same cells that distinguish eye and fur color, are from the same stem cells that prodcuce the hearing cells. Therefore if something is wrong with that stem cell, it will leave the car with no color in his fur (white) and no color in his eyes leaving them blue. And because they’re the same cells, the cat will lack the ability to hear as well.
Now onto the doggy “tickle spots.” They are a little bit unexplainable sometimes. And you always laugh when they start to do it. And if they could laugh, they would. And that is because doing it to your dog, is like tickling a human under their arms, or on their sides, and maybe even behind their knees. Dogs have spots that are itchy to them, but they can’t really reach them to scratch them. Underneath the skin on those spots, there are nerve endings. And in the body there are just patterns of nerves, wired from one end to the next. So when you scratch him in his “tickle spot” he just has a reflex due to the nerves and it causes him to start to twitch in another place. It is the same kind of reflex we have when the doctor hits our knee with his handy rubber mallet!
And there you have, some simple answers for some of the perplexing questions of the animal kingdom!
You can view a video on animal kingdom genetics here: