Last summer, a momma cat had four kittens in my back yard. One little black kitty in particular caught my attention. Little brave kitty who would watch me longer than his siblings.
The kitties have ended up living at a neighbor’s house. Momma kitty and all of the kittens are now fixed. The little black kitty I liked so much has disappeared.
Stella is eating more and asking for food. She has been playing and seems to have recovered from whatever it was that had her down. She’s made a tremendous recovery. Whenever I picked up her from the vet’s after the trip to Chincoteague, she was animated and happy once she got home. Fiesty, even. Swatted…
I love my kitty. I love my kitty. I love my kitty. Cats are notorious for being finicky critters. I’ve been blessed with two cats who are not. Put almost anything in front of Ambush or Kiesha and they will eat it. They might even meow for seconds. Stella, on the other hand, more than…
When Basette was a kitten, she used to play tag. She’d sit under my chair and purr when that tail-twitching mood descended. Not a half-hearted purr-so-you’ll-put-me-down, but her full-throated, shake-the-floor-like-Granddad’s-snoring purr. It didn’t matter if I had to finish a paper for the next day’s class. She wanted to play, and she wanted to play…
I picked up Ambush’s ashes today: a little white box in a purple velvet bag that says “Until we meet again at the rainbow bridge.” My poor little buddy. I held it together until the person at the clinic handed me the bag with Ambush’s ashes. I’ve cried almost every time I’ve seen something that…
It’s colder weather and Stella is letting me know it. She does not tolerate anything colder than 65 well. She insists upon sleeping under the blankets. First, she sits next to my left ear and waits for me to life the blanket for her. If I don’t move, she puts her mouth about three inches…
BrieBrie loves getting into anything that’s open: closets, cabinets, backpacks, boxes, and now washing machines with damp clothes in it. Every time I do laundry now, BrieBrie is exploring the washer and dryer. She doesn’t care if it’s wet or dry clothes. It’s an open door, she’s exploring. I’m always careful to check the washer…