Category Archives: Cats

2014

It’s 2014!

We rang in the new year at home, with snacks and kitties. I put together a bright and cheery New Year’s mantel with some leftover Christmas decorations and some handmade numbers.

I’m keeping these lights on the mantel a little while longer. Along with the red berry garland, they look wintry enough to me to stay perhaps through February. I made the 2014 myself, just freehanded some numbers on cardboard, cut them out and then glued patterned paper to them. I used two 12×12 sheets per number, and each number stands about 18 inches tall. I had the white pinwheel left over from another project. Brian got me the small globe for Christmas, and I was so excited to add it to my ever-growing collection (I have four now!).

Happy New Year!

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That’s A Wrap

What a whirlwind the past few weeks have been! So much awesomeness packed into such little time! I’ll just let the pictures tell the story. The many, many pictures. ;D

A new globe! We saw this one in an antique store and Ginger was so sweet and got it for me as an early Christmas present!

And as we neared the end of the month, just before Christmas, our family received the biggest blessing: Larry came home! My sweet sister, Ginger, met her prince charming more than 25 years ago, but due to difficult circumstances, they were unable to be together until now. Finally, he is home and they are able to truly start their happily ever after!

And we had the best family Christmas in *years*.

So much happiness, much-needed by all of us. 2013 was a very hard year in many ways. Looking to 2014 now. Onward we go!

Fall-tography Adventures

We have had a very fun and photography-filled fall! More pictures from our recent adventures:

On Halloween, we happened upon our first real-life Wienermobile sighting. It was everything we dreamed it could be, and more, because it had “Happy Hallowiener” written on the side.

We had so much fun doing a photo session for these lovely sisters. Love them!

One cold night, as we were riding through the Kroger/Amstar Theater parking lot, we saw this little guy.

He was sitting on a median and seemed scared and lost. I rolled down the window and meowed at him. He meowed back, and we pulled into a nearby parking spot to see about him. (Before you think I’m cray-cray for meowing at him, you should know that cats typically only meow at people. Since there are feral colonies living at that shopping center, I wanted to see if he was feral or tame–a feral kitty wouldn’t be that close to people, first of all, and secondly, he definitely wouldn’t meow at me.)

We gave him some kibble, and he ate voraciously. Poor baby was starving. And he was very tame and loving, although a little defensive because God knows how long he’d been out there, scavenging for food and seeking help. It made me mad to see the people who rode by and didn’t pay any attention to him. People are so self-centered, for the most part. We didn’t have a carrier with us, so we left him to go home, five minutes away, to get one. We decided that if he was there when we got back, that it was a sign for us to take him and help him.

We got back with the carrier and he was there. So, he came home with us. We posted him up for adoption on Facebook, and asked around, but have since had no interest from anyone to take him. So I guess he will become part of the fold here. We got him neutered and vaccinated last week, and he had a sore on his head that has healed up nicely.

Ugh. We are total suckers.

We also recently photographed this beautiful family. Love.

We frolicked all around a nearby cotton field (ok, you don’t really “frolic” in a cotton field) and I got a few pics there, too.

Finally, at Target recently, Brian tried to rock a Walter White/Heisenberg vibe with a hat he found in the Dollar Spot.

Somehow, he doesn’t have the same scowl as Walt. But that’s a good thing. 😀

Let Go, But Hang On.

One year. The passage of time. Today is one year since our sweet baby kitty, Augie, died suddenly and unexpectedly from a horrible disease. His death began an ordeal for us that we are honestly still trying to recover from, mentally, physically, emotionally, financially. The backstory can be found here.

It seemed that his death set off a year, a chain of events that sent us into darkness. A year of tragedy, of trials, hardships and challenges. Pain, grief, and struggle. I could go back even farther, though, to three years ago tomorrow, when Brian’s Aunt Kris (to whom we were very close) died unexpectedly and tragically. October. What is it about October?

I feel like I’m standing still in October. Everyday for the past year has been tinged with, overshadowed by, October. But the world moves on around me. And this year milestone has loomed over me.

Let go, but hang on.

How do you do that? How do you make your flawed heart, your broken and grieving heart, begin to try to cling to the light along the edges of the darkness? Light and dark have become a rhythm of our daily life, a presence we are constantly learning from. This ever-circling presence forces us to be patient, to be present, and to surrender and accept. You can still grow in the darkest of corners, and eventually, you may be able to see the beauty in your wounds. One day, I may realize that I’ve moved past something without realizing I’ve turned. Maybe one day, even October’s clouds will show me their golden lining.

It is a hard road getting there. And I’m still traveling it.

I will always love and miss our sweet Augie. You see, losing him was the equivalent to losing a child, for Brian and me. We don’t (and won’t) have human children, so from our perspective, and from our experience, this is it. Loving, nurturing and bonding with him, only to have him taken away. I will cry and grieve him and miss him for the rest of my life. That’s what love does to you. He was important, and he mattered. I grieve because he mattered. He always will. And in his sweet memory, we continue on for the rest of our cats, our babies. We let go, but hang on.

“If I never see you again
I will always carry you
inside
outside

on my fingertips
and at brain edges

and in centers
centers
of what I am of
what remains.”

–Charles Bukowski

Todd

Last fall, when we were in the thick of dealing with Augie’s recent death and Simon’s near-fatal illness, we were exhausted, grieving, and really couldn’t handle one.more.thing. to deal with. Enter Todd.

Todd came up to our house one day, hungry and wounded. He looked like he had been shot with a bb gun. With our hands more than full with caring for Simon, and making sure our other kitties stayed healthy, we still had to help this sweet boy. We took him to the vet and had his wound treated and brought him home to start an antibiotic. We set him up on our front porch, with a little house and heated pad to sleep on. He repaid us with love and this sweet face.

It really struck us how much he looked like Augie, our five-month-old kitten that we had just lost. If Augie had had a chance to grow up, he would have looked identical to Todd. We didn’t think this was a random coincidence. God sent Todd to us. Even though we have many other cats to care for, God knew we could and would take care of sweet Todd. We still played around with the idea of adopting him out, but we were so overwhelmed with the other stuff that was happening at the time, we put out a few feelers with some local animal rescue people, but no one came forward to adopt him.

More time passed, and we grew more attached to Todd. In mid-January, Todd disappeared. This was abnormal for him, as he was so happy with us and stayed on the porch or in our little strip of woods next to the house, at all times. He was definitely someone’s cat, very sweet and tame, and had been neutered. So he wanted people. He wanted us. So when he disappeared, we got really worried. He was gone for about two days and we decided to put up fliers around the neighborhood, in the hopes that someone had seen him or had him. We thought that maybe he had just gone back home, although when he had first arrived, we had been unable to locate an owner for him.

Days passed. Then, five days after Todd left, Brian got a phone call. It was a Saturday morning. A teenage boy told Brian that he had seen the flier and thought that the cat on it might be trapped under his parents’ house, in the crawlspace. We went immediately to their house, which was only on the next street over from us. We went under the house and sure enough, there was Todd. Cold, hungry, scared. I picked him up and he clung to me. It was then, at that moment, that I whispered to him, “You are mine.” There was no way, after that, that I could give him up. Brian and I already loved him so much by this point. And we couldn’t bear to put him through breaking his attachment to us and having to bond with new people. He had already been through so much, and we wanted him to feel safe and loved. But we were about to be dealt another blow.

We wanted to transition Todd to come inside, but after dealing with a deadly virus for a few months, one that could live up to a year in the house, we needed to get Todd vaccinated. We took him to the vet for his shots, and had him tested for FIV (feline immunodeficiency virus, or AIDS), and the result was positive. We were devastated. FIV is not an immediate death sentence, and cats that have it can still live long, healthy lives. But it is transmittable to other cats through fights or biting, and our Todd was a bit of a biter. So we knew we could not integrate him into our multi-cat household. Again, the idea of adopting him out to someone who only had FIV+ cats became our only option.

After researching, we discovered that the snap test that was done on Todd at the vet’s office had a pretty substantial failure rate, and that the vet may have not left Todd’s blood sample out long enough to get to the proper temperature before testing. Another possibility was that Todd may had already been vaccinated for FIV and the snap test isn’t sensitive enough to tell whether it’s picking up actual virus, or just vaccination antibodies. Those things prompted us to take Todd to a vet who could perform an actual send-out lab test to double-check. This test would tell us for sure.

We took him for the test, LOVED the vet, and waited. And waited. For a week. Finally, I called to check on the results, and they had just gotten them in. FIV NEGATIVE. NEGATIVE!!! So he had gotten a false positive result on the snap test at the other vet. We were overjoyed. Since we were in the middle of getting Todd his vaccination series, we didn’t want him running off again, and he couldn’t come into the house until he was fully protected, he lived in our outside semi-feral cat pen for about six weeks. Finally, a couple weeks ago, we brought him inside. That same night, the first night he was in, was the night of the storm and the tree. But we won’t hold that against him. 🙂