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Go Nigel, Go!
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Would You Like To Buy My Monkeys?
Feb
6
Our dog has been sick.
Remember our dog, Clyde? He hasn’t been our dog very long. He became ours when the house became ours. Although we’ve only had him for 6 months of his 14 year life, we love him very much. He ranks higher on my list than some people I know. He’s a special dog. And Julia thinks he’s the greatest thing to ever walk on four legs.
On Saturday, he was his usual perky self, jumping and running and gobbling up doggie treats. By Sunday afternoon, he had lost his appetite and didn’t want to get up. We spent the day Sunday hanging out with him in the family room to keep an eye on him. He didn’t seem to be getting better and I was starting to worry because he didn’t just seem tired, but like he was in pain. I decided to sleep in the family room with him. I spent some time on the couch, but mostly I spooned him on the floor, worrying, crying and begging God not to take my dog. If I lost Clyde just after losing Sam, I think I’d lose my mind.
On Monday, he couldn’t get up so we took him to the vet, who said he has a respiratory infection. I was so thankful - I’d convinced myself he was having a stroke. The vet gave us some medicine for his infection and arthritis. He is on the mend, back to eating and moving around, but I’ve been camped out in our family room for three days.
The upside of being pretty much confined to one area is that it has given me the opportunity to try some potty training with Julia. We had picked up a used copy of the Once Upon A Potty For Her
In other Julia news, she has been trying a new get-out-of-time-out tactic that goes like this: “Mommy, I just want to get out of time out to hug you. I need to hug you really bad.” Yeah, it’s a pretty good one.
Now that things are getting back to normal with Clyde, I’ll be spending my day tomorrow doing all the household tasks I’ve neglected the past few days. I never realized how much laundry I do daily until it piled up. Wow. Our family wears a lot of clothes. And we use a lot of towels. Holy good God the towels. So, if you don’t hear from me tomorrow, send help. I’m probably trapped under a mountain of laundry.
Jan
20
Wild
by Leslie
Dec
27
Could I Have A Moment To Myself, Please?
by Leslie
Do you see the cat in the tree?
That’s Emily. She’s trying to wean her kittens.
My mom pointed it out, “Leslie, come look at this. The kittens have been attacking Emily for milk, so she ran up the tree. Look at her.”
I grabbed my camera to take a picture and Julia wanted to know what was happening. My mom told her that Emily was in the tree. “Her kittens were driving her crazy. I guess she needed some time alone.”
Emily, I understand.
Dec
8
Cats: The Non-Musical
by Leslie
I haven’t posted pictures of the kittens since this entry more than a month ago and I know you’re all aching for an update.
Well, the kittens are growing up. It may be more appropriate to call them cats now. Take a look at Picasso.
Here’s Julia with Monet.
And then there’s my boy, Rembrandt.
I didn’t catch Vincent or Matisse for pictures. Now that they’re all big, they’re too cool to hang out with me.
Nov
15
My Broken Heart
by Leslie
Sam died today.
She was born in May of 1986. She lived for 20 years and 6 months. She was my beloved friend for more than half my life.
Gentle, yet lively and abundantly affectionate, Sam was the perfect cat.
She had a tiny white spot on the top of her head, where I would always kiss her. She used to hook her paws around my hands and pull them to her when she wanted a little more petting. She had the loudest purr in the world.
She was a witness to many milestones in my life and was my greatest comfort during my lowest moments.
I can’t quite believe she is gone and I’ll never again see her big blue eyes light up when I walk in the room, feel her rub against my legs or hear her gravelly meow.
The house doesn’t feel the same without her. I don’t feel the same without her.
My heart is broken.
Nov
3
The Naming Of Cats
by Leslie
I think the kittens are officially ours to keep as we have named them.
We hadn’t intended to keep the kittens. We planned to give them away because we have enough cats already. We moved in to the new house with our four indoor cats (Sam, Katie, Christy and Abby). Emily is the outdoor cat that came along with the house. Then, there are the three cats we’re feeding, but have no clue who they belong to - we call them Kiko, Tico and Rico. Now, with the kittens, we have a whole lot of cats. It isn’t a big deal to have barn cats out where we are, but we are going to have to get them all fixed or else they’re going to take us over.
Our new veterinarian is gonna love us.
Nov
1
Three Random Thoughts And A Site Update
by Leslie
I signed up for the NaBloPoMo thingy, which means I’ve made a commitment to post everyday this month. I pretty much post daily already, but I’m feeling some pressure because now I’m committed to it. I’m not sure if it’s my inner rebel or my raging perfectionist that makes me uneasy with restrictions, but if I feel boxed in, I sort of freeze up. You know, like I did for the Week Of Lists. So, if you want to help a sister out, throw me some ideas for blog topics. I’ll try and oblige.
I’m a bit of a nicknamer. I love to hand out nicknames and have them for most everyone I know. The number of nicknames I assign to an individual is totally dependent upon how strongly I feel about them. The people I love and hate the most have the highest number of nicknames. If I haven’t given someone a nickname, they probably don’t exist in my world…or they have a nickname or even nicknames that I’m not willing to share, which means they probably don’t want to exist in my world because I don’t like them. Anyway, our kitty cat Katie is moving up in the ranks. Today, she received a new nickname: Squishminsterfullerene or Squishy Ball. She now has six nicknames which puts her firmly in the “number two” spot and that fits her just right.
Last night, I made a salmon quiche for dinner. Considering what a picky eater my husband is, I was more than amazed when he ate it and liked it! It took some convincing to get him to swallow the first bite. He tried every imaginable excuse, including “I can’t eat food that begins with the letter Q. It would derail my efforts to have it removed from the alphabet.” But after the first taste, he gave up the fight and admitted that given the chance, he’d eat it again. He even complimented me on it today. The next day. He liked it enough to remember to tell me it was good the next day. He is so getting lucky.
A new month begins today, so there’s some new stuff over at My Mommy’s Place. Take a look around. And while you’re there, won’t you please submit something? Come on. Let your love flow.
Oct
20
Emily’s kittens have grown so much in the past week! They are really getting lively and playful and I’m falling helplessly in love with them. I mean, look at them. Wouldn’t you? I don’t know how I’ll be able to give any of them away.
Oct
14
Lost
by Leslie
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We took this photo while out Geocaching in West Virginia. The deer wasn’t lost. We were.
Oct
7
Sleeping
by Leslie
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My 20-year old kitty companion, Sam, adores my daughter and is rarely more than a few steps behind her. This photo was taken about a year ago. Since then, Sam seems to sleep more and Julia sleeps less (her afternoon nap is long gone) but you can still find these two catching a few winks together now and then.
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I Write A Haiku Each Day
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