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Trying to Get A Message to You

October 12, 2016October 12, 2016 housekeeping

So…let’s talk about Momma….again. Oh, she thinks she is perfect but as Grandmama would say…Momma could cramp a saint… take walk times. Sometimes, like she should (it’s in my Policy and Procedures for All Creation), Momma says. ‘Walk time, Jakita’….and she actually proceeds to the door, gets my leash around my neck and we are off.

The Dawning of the Age of Aquarius... — The Dawning of the Age of Aquarius…

I have to admits, sometimes I can be the hold up… if I was caught in a nap. I take my jolly old-time, shake my head, do the downward stretch, shake my head some more, stumble over to the food dish…a dog has to have energy to exercise.

Okay, okay, I admit, there is no fault to be assigned because I am an Ultimate Einstein Earth Dog (think Earth, Virgo, detail fixated even if a was born in the Age of Aquarius) that tells time better than GMT (Greenwich Mean Time). Set your world clock by me, you will not be off a nanosecond.

But mostly, it is, well, blame Momma. Take today. Momma set off, as she always does, somewhere around the ninth hour in the morning (after the school children are safely at school) to go to 1,2,3 stores… every day, 3 different stores. At this rate the money may not last as long as we will. The drug store was a must because it was 20% off day and somehow she had broken her hand-held mirror. Isn’t that seven years bad luck? The amount of mirrors Momma breaks, her time on earth will run out long before her bad luck.

Next, realizing tomorrow was for Thanksgiving Day dinner preparation, Momma had to buy her beloved one a day (like a vitamin pill) glazed donuts because Monday, the stores are shuttered to honor all sacrificed turkeys. Come Tuesday, the public will all be suffering a compulsive shopping disorder, pushing and shoving, emptying shelves… not a good scene. You got to be like Momma and plan ahead to make sure your donut addiction is satisfied.

The last store was just a couple of things, keep the cats soft food inventory stable, and turnips for the Thanksgiving dinner… they had to be bought at this particular store because, well the good soul who grew up in ‘the day’ worked in produce and would cheerfully quarter her turnips for her. Imagine asking a millennial … their expression, God Bless Them, would tell you, ‘Cut your own friggidy diggidy turnips’…..

All this being said, by the time Momma returned home, she was late for our usually scheduled walk… so, say you…did she drop everything and take you out the door? Well no, Momma also had laundry going on. First load had to be folded and put away (you can’t have bath towels wrinkling, I guess LOL), then the second load had to be transferred from the washer to the dryer.

Then, there was groceries to put away, (can’t have the glaze sliding off the donuts), a mirror to assigned a home, paper towels to be replaced, a charge card receipt to be filed…the list went on and on and on. So, surely we are ready Momma… Almost… You know that fake fern that sits outside all summer, seems it has to be brought inside, now, right now or Momma being Momma, might forget it outside all winter, where the howling Arctic winds, sleet, ice, snow would absolutely, reveal its secret…it is artificial…like some of those Two Footed with their enhanced bodies and to ‘dye’ for or transplanted hair…Got it Momma.

Patience is a virtue…Momma finally exhausted her list of tasks and me, (just watching her). She got down the leash and we were off on our walk, savoring the autumn sunshine, crackling leaves and flowers breathtakingly magnificent.

I forgive you this time Momma, but next time, I expect you to do better. Are you listening, Momma?

You Have Become A Butterfly

October 5, 2016October 5, 2016 housekeeping

My pin up picture..... — My pin up picture…..

Oh, I have so much to tell you because so much has happened, it is hard to even wrap my Calico head around it….but it is all good.

As you know, my past sins of omission (rather than comission) left me with huge thick dread locks of fur gone wild, like camel humps, growing indiscriminately over my body…all because I was too paranoid to live upstairs.

No, my home, I decided, was in the dank, dark basement and crawl space, taking and obeying orders from the Dictator and Chief, Cat Mandu who left me behind while she socialized with the Two Footed upstairs, as well as to run in and outdoors at will. I only approached the top of the stairs to reach my feeding station and then I was obnoxious with any cat that came near, hissing and growling to drive them away. Still, I would venture upstairs at night to alert Momma if Mandu had gone outside and not been let back in because, well, I did not want to sleep alone….

Easy to catch a pink cloud that night.... — Easy to catch a **pink cloud** that night….

But you know what happened…the Dictator and Chief, Cat Mandu caught her Pink Cloud to Paradise and like the Cheese in the Farmer-In-the-Dell, I was left alone. So, I had a meeting with myself and decided…really, get a grip, try it, you’ll like it….so as Momma liked to say, I did a metamorphosis from a caterpillar into a butterfly, like overnight.

I started slowly, hanging at the top of the basement stairs, stepping in to the kitchen, walking in further to claim the rug (that says the Cats Housekeeper lives here) in front of the fridge. Soon I was brave enough to stake out Jakita’s Doggie pillow under the kitchen table. I got a jaded look but no push back…Jakita is the sweetest dog ever. In no time I was eyeing the hallway to the dining room, then Momma’s bedroom.

Choose Love, Peace and Rainbows.... — Choose Love, Peace and Rainbows….

I knew that was sacred ground, a Safe Zone, like a Refugee Camp, where you can feel safe and protected from the hostilities of the world.

The routine was born. Every day I would sleep away the hours on Momma’s bed. Every night I would sit in front of her bedroom, trying to corral her inside so that I could wedge myself beside her but even that has its own peculiar ritual. I start on her right side, then step over her body to the left side. In the morning as she stirs herself awake, I move over to the right side so I can purr and lick her awake. I am depending on her to be there for me so I have got to make sure she is alert. No more Cat Mandu to protect me… come to think of it, works for me.

I, Charlie, admit I do look a tad racoonish but look at the exquisite calico markings. Please be polite and ignore my camel humps of fur - just beware, that is what comes from one to many nights in the Crawl Space with Kat Mandu as my Mentor. — Please be polite and ignore my camel humps of fur – just beware, that is what comes from one to many nights in the Crawl Space with Cat Mandu as my Mentor.

Still, ten years of choosing to live in the basement wreaked havoc on my coarse fur… I looked like a Feral, albeit a fat feral (which there is no such thing) but Wonder Boy, had the patience, the fix… All I had to do was trust him and Abracadabra the camels humps of fur would be gone… Spread your wings, prepare to fly….for you have become… a butterfly (Walter Afanasieff , Mariah Carey paraphrase )…If only, you Believe…..

This Is My Fight Song

September 28, 2016September 30, 2016 housekeeping

And if you go chasing rabbits... — And if you go chasing rabbits…Fr:Morguefile forget-me-not By:TrisOfficial

So poor Momma’s Little Sister, Itty Bitty. If it is not enough that like Alice In Wonderland that she goes chasing rabbits and only pops out of the hole intermittently, then like Humpty Dumpty, she had a great fall….and all the King’s Horses and all the King’s Men….well, you know the story….couldn’t put Humpty Dumpty together again.

It started simply enough….a call came saying Staff found her collapsed…but Itty Bitty had no clue how or where she even had been headed. An hour later, Itty Bitty was ‘Fine, just fine.’ A day passed without incident….then Itty Bitty was found passed out under the bed….but this time she told the staff, she was looking for her shoe….and no worries, an hour later, she was on her way to the dining room, ‘Fine, just fine.’

The very next morning Staff called Momma…Itty Bitty was confused…it was a Saturday, so they had to contact on ‘on call’ doctor before they could send her to the hospital. Thirty minutes later, when no doctor called back, an ambulance was ordered anyway. Itty Bitty was sent to Emergency and now Tag, the Hospital was ‘IT.’ Itty Bitty was their problem now….and good luck with that!

Like Humpty Dumpty, Itty Bitty is a challenge. Fr: Morguefile By: PeachyQueen

Now Emergency Departments see everything….unforgiving lethal gunshot wounds, cardiac arrests, killer strokes, gruesome car accidents….so Itty Bitty being ‘confused’, small potatoes, they sent her to SAZ (Special Assessment Zone) and labelled a sticker, overdose of painkillers from her diabetic foot neuropathy, a breeding ground of seething infections and boiling ulcers…..okay, said Momma….treat the symptom, to reduce the painkillers….sounds like common sense….but no….they sent her to Emergency Jungle…

You know where beds, with various poles of pumps and intravenous to treat assorted maladies, are parked like 747’s on the tarmac, awaiting clearance from the Control Tower….but there is no Delay Law…you can be in Emergency Jungle for days, your bed bumped every couple of seconds by another Patient, Visitor, Nurses, oh and the Maintenance, keeping the place clean, with those huge brooms and mops, while Itty Bitty awaits a room upstairs….it seems neurology is supposed to have some concrete understanding of confusion….

Finally a bed was secured in Neurology. Note: Bed which means, ‘no room in the inn.’….Itty Bitty got a corner, with a bed and a screen…it is all good…except for Itty Bitty who went from wired one day, to down that Alice In Wonderland Hole, only peeking out occasionally to say, um or um, um or um, um, um, um, um…..say what, Itty Bitty? Momma tried to feed her but as soon as it was forced in, Itty Bitty, pitched it out. And meds…forget med’s… Momma can not claim to be a Medical Genius but she was betting, putting all her money on it, in fact, that there was something not quite right.

The March Hare ready for tea with the Mad Hatter...of course! — The March Hare ready for tea with the Mad Hatter…of course! Fr: Morguefile DSC1347 By: Laura Musikanski

Day 4 Momma arrived at the hospital to find a room had become available, way down the hall. Itty Bitty was there but…the lights are on ….but she’s not home…she was so far down that Rabbit Hole that no one can rescue her. New Rules…Itty Bitty would kiss Momma, then grab her arm squeeze it tightly, leaving ugly bruises, take her hand, kiss it, then try to bite it.

By this time some blood test results had filtered back and a bed was being readied in the Cardiac Care Unit because there were enzyme abnormalities noted. Finally Itty Bitty fell in to a light sleep and Momma went for something to eat. Upon her return, there was Itty Bitty half in, half out of her bed, face purple, unable to breathe. Momma called out, in came the doctors, in came the nurses, in came the women with the big fat purses. But treatment was impossible. No one could reason with Itty Bitty. Even restrained, Itty Bitty managed to rip out her IV’s, her oxygen mask, even the cute little bow ties anchoring her wrists to the bed rails.

That was Itty Bitty…a mystery, even to the most been there, done that doctors, held together by a wing and a prayer. But, don’t be fooled. Itty Bitty had just begun her journey. She’d show the world:

This is my fight song….Take back my life song…Prove I’m alright song…
Cause I’ve still got a lot of fight left in me……(paraphrase Rachael Platten)

Someday…We’ll Be Together

September 21, 2016September 21, 2016 housekeeping

Everyone knows, like Jakita, I am a Policy and Procedure Wonk. There are rules to be followed, or you face the consequences.

I believe...do you believe? — I believe…do you believe?

Realists will tell you flights of fancy, like Fairies in the Garden, have never been established or proven. Still, as Ruby the Incredibly Wide Eyed Monkey, sometimes I want to check behind the mirror to understand the image, scour the bushes to look for evidence, live on the edge, embrace fantasy…..

Tell me, I beg you…what is real… what you see and hear or what you feel for no reason…like a mighty hand that reaches into your chest to squeeze your heart and your eyes tear up or a dazzling sabre of white light zips up your spinal cord and zaps your brain, rendering you breathless. And that has happened to me, so I know, I know, I should have paid more attention in Science Class.

Ruby, Tigger and Babby..chewed a bit, loved a lot... — Ruby, Tigger and Babby..chewed a bit, loved a lot…

Oh, that’s right…no classes for me…I’m inanimate … still I listen, bring comfort, cuddle and console…. I serve a purpose, helping little Two & Four Footed attain skills to become successful adults, compassionate and sensitive, even if it is not proven, documented and credited.

Yes, I wonder about the Great Beyond because well, Momma makes me curious. You see she has a big photo of RIP Daddy in the bedroom. Often she comes in, sits cross-legged on the bed, and communes with him.

Daddy, a good,good man who shared his breakfast, dinner and supper with me. I miss Daddy! — RIP Daddy, a good,good man.

Usually it is a silent session where she gazes at him, he stares back, always the same half-smile on his face. I hear no words, can only guess that in some way, it brings Momma some measure of peace that no scientist would recognize or acknowledge.

At other times Momma comes in, and talks out loud to RIP Daddy as she cleans and polishes his picture although it seems she doesn’t always meet her time requirements as she gets wrapped up in the conversation. RIP Daddy is always silently supportive. He seems to be a much better listener and never shows attitude, now that he has winged his way to Paradise.

Momma also will sometimes light a candle in RIP Daddy’s Memory and talks to him. The flickering flame, steady, bright, casts rainbow light beams through his very soul, (which is still alive, albeit in an alternate universe). And it was that manifestation and so much more that gripped my monkey soul, making me believe…..there is a lot to be understood… a lot that can not be ruled out.

One day, cross my heart and hope to die, I saw, I kid you not, as Momma sat there communing, a grey shadow, in the form of a man, separate from the flame and plant itself on the white wall in front of her. In the centre of the chest was a deep pink throbbing heart, while a river of silver seemed to start in his toes, dart up his legs and back, culminating in a ball like brain. Always in touch and in tune to the Spirit moving around us, Momma looked up and gasped. That is when a mighty hand reached into my chest to squeeze my heart. My eyes teared up and a searing sabre of light zipped up my spinal cord and zapped my brain, rendering me breathless…but don’t tell the scientists….they’ll laugh at both Momma and me.

Someday Well Be Together... — Someday We’ll Be Together…

Now, if you have a theory, do tell … otherwise like a UFO … all we know is the truth is out there.

There Is A Season

September 14, 2016September 14, 2016 housekeeping

A time to be born, a time to die. A time to plant, a time to reap. (The Byrds)

Far be it from me to question Mother Nature, just like the Man in the Moon (Is a Newfie?) appears to be, well, I am having trouble saying this, but smarter than me.

Look at Mother Nature. One day it is hot as blazes, the next morning there are multitudes (it seems to me) of children swarming the sidewalks with bulging backpacks and new super charged runners with neon laces…..and you had better get out-of-the-way because those students in their fervor, can not even see a sable and white Policy Wonk Doggie like me. I tell you, brought up by wolves, I am thinking, like a bunch of magpies on speed, as they catch up on all their adventures since school ended last June. I mean, how important a mission can it be, in comparison to the Ultimate Earth Dog with Attitude, (not to be mistaken for the Beatitudes.)

Oh yes, as summer gives way to fall, first there is frost on the pumpkin, then the leaves drift down to the ground and Momma rakes and rakes and rakes some more….Like there should be a magnetized part of the lawn where those leaves gather in one spot…and I am so on it!!! Less work for Momma, more fun for me since I ♥ to bury myself under layers and layers of golden– orange–brown foliage.

Suddenly the trees stand naked to the world at large, shivering as their branches are bit by the dropping temperature. Winter has come…A season of magic as frozen raindrops turn to crystal white snowflakes, blanketing the ground, the trees and the glistening roof tops. I ♥♥♥ snow…to cavort in, to catapult myself over drifts, to burrow my nose deep, tracking the squirrels, chasing the winter birds, flying airborne, all the while my heart racing…. I know, I know, ‘You might be a Husky, if…Mush Mush is all you dream of.’

Good times always end but good news… I ♥ Spring… Ah, Mother Nature, you did it again.

Little buds break forth on trees, snow bells give way to every shade of tulips and yellow daffodils and all the little creepy crawlies resurface, again…..I am a committed bug, ant and worm enthusiast. I just sniff them – okay, okay, one day, I accidentally sniffed an ant up my nostril, got a most reprehensible tickle and snorted till it flew

a hundred miles an hour, over and out. Stop laughing. It is so NOT funny.

It seems in no time, flowers of all shades and colors adorn the gardens, the grass grows green and Summer has arrived. Sometimes it is a mite too hot, even in the shade but it is the nights that thrill me, when humidity and temperatures magically drop and the Big Old Moon rises, high in the sky, surrounded by enchanting, twinkling stars in an inky blue sky. You got it. I ♥ Summer….outside on a clear night, watching the God Given Light Show as the Angels and Fairies in our Garden gather to twirl in the Circle Dance… Cross my heart and hope to die.

There is a Season, turn, turn, turn (The Byrds)

It is a dilemma, Mother Nature. You make it impossible to have a favourite season…and if an Einstein Ultimate Earth Dog has problems deciding, pity the rest of the world.

Is It Too Late Now To Say Sorry?

September 7, 2016September 7, 2016 housekeeping

Is it too late now to say Sorry? Yeah, I know that I let you down, Is it too late to say I’m Sorry now? (Justin Bieber) Psst…are you a Belieber???

So you know, no secret (except don’t tell Vladimir Putin…well, he probably already knows anyway) but Momma is a Canadian so like Justin Bieber, she is ‘Sorry ’ a lot….she has let your Comments grow, balloon, and fester as she did the bedside vigil for Little Sister Itty Bitty who miraculously and with the medical intervention of a sleep induced coma in Intensive Care (aka ICU), crawled out of her Alice In Wonderland Rabbit Hole, without even a rabbit to show for it.

Oh, there is a white rabbit now...... Bunny Family From Morguefile.com deemac1 — Oh, there is a white rabbit now……
Bunny Family
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I mean Momma was expecting a polka dot, a pink or even a white rabbit but ‘nada.’ Even more frustrating for Detailed Oriented, Analytical Virgo Momma, Itty Bitty does not remember a thing. Her memory base, like a computer has been scrubbed clean for a two-week period. Wow, if only poor beleaguered Democrat Candidate Hilary Clinton could get her hands on that technology so her emails would be Gone With the Wind. The Lord Giveth and the Lord Taketh Away…..

But still that greedy Momma wanted to hear when Itty Bitty crashed, had she talked with the Angels…nope, Grandmama or Grandpapa, nope, nope, what about RIP Daddy…did he appear, well no, but sort of in a dream, he had some advice about her wild sugar rides, both of them being diabetic with high and low no medium slow, for those two…and well, everyone knows where RIP Daddy is right now, so probably not best to heed him.

Here in Canada, we even like our Security Guards to be mounted. From Morguefile.com 000839318485 Clarita — Here in Canada, we even like our Security Guards to be mounted.
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There is so much ground to cover….like the ICU with the I-Got-the-Sickest-Relative-Dance…I mean, not only could one family claim that dubious title, but hands down their whole clan were more dysfunctional with gossip, innuendo, cheating, money grabbing infidels…and they literally moved into the Family Lounge, hogging the telephone (No cells???), taking two chairs each, (the second one for a footstool), grabbing hospital blankets and pillows to sleep overnight. Their overbearing attitude had no limits. They could not possibly have been Canadian….could they? Like where are the Security Guards when you need them? Even a Been–There–Done–That Momma was agog with each revelation.

Okay, okay, sorry...they are Momma's Great Grandparents....not Ma and Pa Kettle. — Okay, okay, sorry…they are Momma’s Great Grandparents….not Ma and Pa Kettle.

And so like a true polite ‘please and thank you, you-are-too-kind Canadian,’ ‘Sorry’….I ignored your Comments but the train is back on the track, even if Itty Bitty is still wandering around in the woods…Still, Momma, always the Optimist is thinking everything will all be back on schedule sometime soon, like Ma & Pa Kettle: ‘When we get round to it.’

Commencing Countdown, Engines On

August 31, 2016August 31, 2016 housekeeping

Check ignition and may God’s love be with you..(Dave Bowie)

Momma has us all gathered around because she has a story to tell us….not really a story…no, a dream she had, she says. ‘Now, Jakita, you dream lots, did you ever dream about going to Heaven?’ asks Momma.

To begin with, correct me if I am wrong (not very often), aren’t dreams inside your head, the content invisible to all except the dreamer? I am confused. How does Momma know if I dream dreams about chasing butterflies and romping with kitties? Then there are those nightmares where big, mean slobbering dogs are chasing me, growling ferociously, their tongue hanging out, just about to pounce on top of me, when I mercifully wake up. Well, you know finger-on-the-pulse-Momma. Apparently she can see inside my head and watch the dream unspool in my head. But dreams about Heaven? Not so much, Momma. I am a grounded Pedigree Havanese Aquarius, not a frivolous make-it-up-as-you-go-along mutt of questionable origins, you know.

Ignoring any offense intended, Momma tells her dream of both science and wonder that had happened years ago, before RIP Daddy died. It had been a long day. Momma fell into a deep sleep but was awoken by a translucent globe of blue at the foot of her bed. Unafraid, she quickly sat up to better survey the ball of light which, like the earth’s path around the sun, was both moving forward and rotating towards her.

In the twinkling of a *, Momma claimed she was sucked inside, instructed to spread her hands and feet, in a V formation, to touch the furthest points possible of the translucent globe. It appeared to Momma that her body had become a bright white light, semi-transparent but clearly recognizable. The globe continued its journey moving forward and rotating, along a darkened path to an unknown destination. Momma said she was more curious than traumatized, not even questioning, just enjoying the Tom Sawyer-like adventure.

All of a sudden, it was like a space shuttle re-entry to the Earth plane, as the globe materialized in to an aircraft, that pierced through the darkness to a land of dazzling white buildings, walls, and inlaid marble stone. Even all the inhabitants wore white togas. Wait a second. Somehow a white toga had materialized on Momma…and there was Grandmama and Grandpapa to greet her. They were so thrilled to see her. Still they made it clear, Momma had not yet earned her way to Heaven yet. Her life plan was not completed – there were things to do, places to go, all to be revealed in God’s good time. So sorry but here is a Return-to-Sender Label, oh, and leave your toga for other In-bounds. Heaven is very Green – the 3R’s (Reduce, Reuse, Recycle) rule Supreme, don’t you know! See ya later Alligator…in a while Crocodile….

Heaven's dazzling colors. — Heaven’s dazzling colors.

Just like that, no further explanation, Momma was awake in the dark, in her bed. There was no globe ride home, no pretty lights. Momma says had been allowed a peek so she could look forward to the treasures in store for the future.

Now, I am not saying I believe or that you have to believe, but you know our Momma, she swears by, it so that is good enough for me.

Come and Whisper In My Ear

August 24, 2016August 24, 2016 housekeeping

Give us dirty laundry…..

Every family has its secrets…its own pile of dirt, swept under the front door rug. Why would our family be any different? We may look normal….Momma may appear to be a nurturing soul and she is but…she crushed my spirit, a long time ago and part of me still clings to that memory….

Don’t get me wrong. I love my Momma….and I know she would die on a cross for me but true love never runs smooth….

You remember, after meticulous research, Momma knew she wanted a Havanese puppy….a black and white Irish Pied…Male….Well, as it is plain to see, I only met one of these conditions….I was Havanese, but I wasn’t Black and White or a Male. Still doesn’t everyone want the Leader, the Puppy Einstein? I had attributes that should, could, would outweigh all other criteria.

The day Momma came calling, I tried my utmost. My hair was a bit shaggy, growing over my eyes, my head a bit big for my puppy body but still I was cute….maybe not as cute as my completely sable sister but for some reason, Momma ruled her out anyway…but my black and white brothers were perfectly proportioned, with heads that fit their bodies and no fur to cover their sapphire blue eyes. Momma picked me up. I wiggled and squiggled in anticipation. I sniffed her neck and shoulder. I licked her fingers. She put me back in my cage (what???) and picked up, my perfect Black and White Brother Fidel who cuddled in the crook of her arm and gazed in to her eyes. How could I compete?

A handsome, loyal Angel Dog who was steadfast and true. We miss you Teddy. — A handsome, loyal Angel Dog who was steadfast and true, **Teddy**.

Still, there was a ghost in the room. Momma had loved her American Eskimo Angel Dog Teddy who had caught his Blue Cloud to Heaven. She felt she was betraying him if she bonded with another. Momma had to make sure she was ready to make a commitment to love and be loved whole heartedly again before so being an Analytical Virgo she left empty-handed to think, before she jumped in.

While Little Black and White Fidel was baffled, my little puppy ♥ was broken. I was so ready for my Forever Home. Although my caretaker still fed brushed and bathed us, let us out the cage to run around, it did not feel the same. Did I did not measure up? Had I failed some Unknown Test of Life that you can not study for?

You know this story had a Happily–Ever–After Ending because after leaving empty-handed, Momma came back for me a week later. Now I live the Life of Riley with walks, homemade top of the line food, lots of fresh water, baskets of toys, dog pillows and so much love. Some people may even say I am spoiled…well, just a little.

Just the other day, Momma came in from shopping. I was sitting on the back of the couch in the sun room, waiting for her to return because, well, I miss her when she goes out….

Six year old Angel Doggie Jakita — Six year old Angel Doggie **Jakita**

…and you know what she said? ‘There’s my Angel Doggie, how are you, Angel Doggie?’ My ♥ melted. I knew… I no longer have to compete with Angel Dog Teddy. It may have taken six years…. but all is forgiven, Momma.

Pretty Woman…Are You Lonely Just Like Me?

August 17, 2016September 13, 2016 housekeeping 5 Comments

Some kitties are born to bone china food dishes and a Water fountain supplying never-ending fresh water and then there are the rest of us…tossed about on the waves of life, not even a surf board to get us back to shore.

Truly, I can’t say when, where, or how I was born. Maybe I am a dim kitty but my first memory is being in a cage with my sister and two brothers, in a pet store, customers ooooing and aaahing, sticking their fingers in the cage to get our attention….but I was shy, not completely trusting, so I stayed back from the well-intentioned but scary folk. I had this feeling…..they weren’t here for me so I was kind of standoffish….

Grey Bro & Ginger Sis From Morguefile.com File#1951244374549 gracey — Grey Bro & Ginger Sis
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When the cage was opened and prospective customers wanted a kitten to cuddle, well, you guessed it…I was never chosen. It is not like I was an ugly duckling…I looked very similar to my sister, gorgeous, fluffy, and ginger striped while my male siblings looked the same, only different shades of grey striped. We were irresistible but it seemed I was missing that magnetism to attract a potential buyer.

First my sister went to a sweet little girl, with a tight little golden curl, right in the middle of her forehead which left me alone with my brothers who chased me, played with my tail, dive bombed me, then licked me all over to let me know they loved me….but one day, a few weeks later, a lady with intent came over to our cage. She explained (almost apologetically) she had better luck with male cats. They seemed more nurturing and appreciative not so disdainful and haughty. But my brothers looked exactly alike, acted exactly alike so she could not choose….she took both of them…and I (the cheese) was left alone…..

The first few days, after my brothers went to their Forever Home, I actually celebrated my solitude…a cage to myself, no pesky siblings to maul me…it was paradise…a bit lonely, but paradise.

3X's A Lady From Morguefile.com Image 3162 hotblack — 3X’s A Lady
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But as days grew into weeks, in to months, I grew bigger…not so many customers stopped by my cage…apparently I was outgrowing my kitten stage and losing my appeal. It was too sad. Did nobody want me? Would I ever get a Forever Home?

Then one day, the bell jingled on the door, as it opened. I didn’t even stand up. It was no use. Still footsteps approached. A Pretty Woman got down on her knees, at my cage, purring softly. I got up slowly, stretched and approached her outstretched finger. She told me in a soft voice that her kitty had caught a pink cloud to paradise and she could just feel my kindred soul. I trembled as the cage opened and she picked me up. I was so ready, with purrs and kisses all over her pretty face.

As we were leaving the pet store owner told the Pretty Woman he was glad she was buying me because he was getting another batch of kittens and no one wanted a six month old cat when there were eight week old kittens to buy.

I like to think that the Pretty Woman would have chosen me even if there were cages of kittens to entice her because we were kindred souls. It seemed I waited a long time to find my Forever Home but I believe the Planets had to move, the Stars had to align, the Moon had to wax and wane until the pink cloud came collecting. Then and only then could my Pretty Woman give her ♥ to me and I could show my never-ending devotion to the person put on the Earth just… for… me.

Go Ask Alice, When She’s Through it All

August 12, 2016August 12, 2016 housekeeping

So sorry, but Momma’s sister, Itty Bitty, like Alice in Wonderland has gone chasing rabbits down an unknown rabbit hole and until she comes back, Momma will be at her bedside in the Intensive Care Unit where an induced coma and a machine to breath for her, keeps her tethered on Planet Earth….

Itty Bitty - before — Itty Bitty – before

Thanks for understanding…can’t wait to tell you about the Rabbits Itty Bitty caught in that black, black hole, in her pursuit home.

So soft, so sweet. Who could be mean to a little white, fluffy bunny rabbit with pink stick-up-straight ears? From Morguefile.com IMG_7421.JPGBy xandert — So soft, so sweet.
From Morguefile.com
IMG_7421.JPGBy xandert

And if you go chasing rabbits….And you know you’re going to fall

Tell them a polka dot rabbit….Has given you the call

Go Ask Alice…..I’m sure she’ll know….Paraphrase: Jefferson Airplane

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