Meet our new kitty!

We got her! Meet Mocee Mimosa Moxy. I know, I know. I've already changed her name. I had to compromise with Asher. That's okay, because she is such a Mocee. It suits her. She'll have lots of nicknames along the way I'm sure. I think she'll be an interesting painting subject, too. It's hard to tell from this photo but she is a very graphic looking kitty :) Black and white. She has cute little white feet.

I had to share our happy news and a few pictures. In case you're wondering, sadly they had to put down her mama. She was just too sick, but her babies all survived. That story here.

Asher and Mocee sleeping on the way home.

Again, Asher and Mocee sleeping. She has melted all of our hearts, even my husbands and is helping to mend mine. I still miss Glove terribly, but Mocee has given me another sweet heartbeat on my lap :)

A rare photo of the hub. I had to show his softer side with Mocee

Many more kitten photos to come, I'm sure. Hopefully some sketches, too! I've dropped the ball big time on the icad thing. But I'll do them as I can.

Here fishy, fishy

Here fishy, fishy, a photo by Jaime Haney on Flickr.

Here's my icad for yesterday, 6/6/12 a nasty little fish that doesn't know he's joined the other side yet. Or maybe he does and that's why he has this mischievous grin! See the latest icad's from everyone here.

Oh boy in other news on the home front things are choppy. As most of you know, I lost my sweet kitty Glove early last week. Well, I just missed her so bad that I've already been looking to fill the void. I found a kitty that actually Asher and I have already met when she was just tiny and about a month old back in March. She was born on Leap Day. I made plans to get her today. I've already got a name picked out, bought new kitty toys, etc. etc. and was excited beyond belief.

So this morning I get a call from the kitty's owner and there's been an incident. Oh. Oh no. Miss Kitty, the mama had gotten into some stuff they spray on the fence posts, I'm assuming something like Round Up, and she is very sick and may not make it. The kittens that are left, they fear have crawled all over her and they are waiting for the same symptoms to appear in them. They want us to wait a week to make sure they are going to make it.

*plunk* 

That is the sound of my heart falling to the floor :(

I had to tell Asher first thing that we could not get her this morning and of course he wants to know why. I had to tell him I didn't know. He talks about the new kitten all the time. He is as excited as I am. 

This place is literally over the river and through the woods... haha over two rivers in fact including a ferry. Maybe things happen for a reason and we are not meant to make this hour and a half drive today. I hope that is it and that Miss Kitty and all the others will be okay. I'll keep you posted.

And in case you're wondering I was going to name her Frida and here she is... I sure hope we see her again.

Glove 1992 - 2012

Glove 1992 - 2012

It pains me write this, but my sweet kitty Glove died in my arms last night just before ten o'clock. It was peaceful and I'm glad I was holding her as she drew her last breath. She was my faithful and loving companion for nearly 20 years. It feels very strange not caring for her this morning. I miss her but am thankful for her life that was spent along side of mine.

Saying good bye

Saying good bye is never easy. I've been saying good bye to my sweet girl, Glove, now for a couple days. I honestly don't know how she has held on this long. Maybe it's my love for her that keeps her alive. It is heart breaking looking at her. Unable to do anything but lay there. All I can do is try to keep her comfortable as we wait for death. The waiting is killing me. I've whispered in her ear that it's okay to let go, to go on and wait for me when my time comes. To go and be with Whiskey her sister cat and my mom. I stroke her gently and kiss her tenderly as the tears come down. It's all I can do.


I've got her wrapped up in her favorite blanket and turn her every few hours as she is not able to even stand or roll over or even move her legs. I hope this is what she wants. I see her end of her tail just barely flick as I touch her, a sign I hope. I will put her down if I notice her starting to suffer. For now I am just waiting for nature to take it's course. It's still hard and many tears have already fallen. She's lived a great life though and I know that she's been given the princess life she deserved. We should be so lucky as to be one of my animals.

Nine Lives?

Glove must've used one of her nine lives, she is still with me and doing better. I took her in to see the vet last Monday and they checked her over and told me that if she can't "go" (potty) that she wouldn't eat. 

She had so many mats on her that they clipped her something awful. (this is the before picture) She had a lot of matting near her little butt, so they shaved that all as well (she was really pissed,too). They sent me home with some critical care food and we were on a let's wait and see detail. She liked that food and ate it for a few days (little bits that I fed her with a spoon - yeah, I spoil my animals) and now is eating a little bit of her regular food and an occasional treat. She is drinking and using the liter box as she should. 

Her little back end waivers but she can still jump on the couch, but it may take a time or two for success. I'm so glad it wasn't quite her time yet, but sadly it is coming. I do not hold out false hope, as she is 20 after all. I've had enough animals in my time to know that their little light shines a bit brighter before they burn out. But for now I'm enjoying my borrowed time with her.

Sweet Glove...

My sweet kitty, Glove, has not been getting around to good lately. Today she is really worrying me. She usually can manage to jump on the couch and curls up there, but today she cannot. Poor thing. I moved the rug into the sun so she could soak it up. She seems to like it.

I know I probably don't have much time left with her gentle soul. It is sad, but she has given me such joy all this time and she's been with me and I have given her all my love. Almost 20 years now. I'm not sure when she was born, but she showed up at my house in the early fall of 1992 and had to be only about 7 weeks old then and stole my heart instantly. She is a Kentucky Girl and was my 2nd fur baby as an adult. Her and my other sweetie, Whiskey, lived together with us in the house until Whiskey died in 2006 when she was 16.


She doesn't seem to be in pain, but it must hurt her to get up and down and today her little back end doesn't seem to be cooperating. Doesn't it just break your heart to see your fur babies aging and knowing they won't be with us much longer. I always say that I don't understand why they can't live as long as we do.


Pray with me that she just peacefully sleeps into her next journey.

Putting off this post :(

I've put off this post for over a month now hoping if I didn't talk about it, he would return. Writing this makes it too real, sad and final. Lightning, one of my twin boy kitties, has disappeared and I'm heart broken. He and his brother Thunder occasionally would go out for an all-nighter but they always returned until recently. All too much like losing my beloved Banshee a little over a year ago.

The strange thing is that Thunder was usually my wanderer, not Lightning. Lightning was my lover cat. He loved to be held and petted. Asher could pick him up and drag him around and Lightning loved it. He would jump up in my lap if ever I gave him the chance. Lightning would always run in the house when I opened the door. I feel horribly guilty now that he is gone and most likely is not coming back that I moved them outside. I miss him terribly. They started out as inside cats but Thunder started to attack my 19 year old Queen of the house cat, Glove, so I moved them out this summer together because they were inseparable.

I still scour the sides of the roads, fields and porches for him everyday I take Asher to school. I can't imagine where he could have gone and hate to think of what my gut tells me happened. We live in the country and there are dogs and coyotes. My husband won't answer me truthfully when I ask him (about 6 million times) what he thought happened to Lightning. He tries to make me feel better and tells me maybe he got too far away from home and he's lost. Not likely.

I've called the animal control, they apparently don't pick up cats. Who knew? I've searched the animal shelter websites with no luck. Not likely again since we're 15 miles from the nearest town with a shelter. I even ask Thunder and Zoey all the time "Where is your brother?" they both look at me with their sweet innocent eyes, not a care in the world. Odd though... no grieving for them. At least not that I've noticed. How does a grieving animal act? How can they not miss him? Maybe they know something I don't. Maybe they're glad the brown-noser is gone. I'm kidding. Either way, everyone please say a little prayer that Lightning returns to me.

Ta Da - Look what I made!

I made new cushions for my old outdoor table and chairs with the help of my mother in law last weekend. I wanted to show you all because I'm pretty proud of them :)  We made a pattern out of newspaper by cutting up the original cushions. I have had this fabric for a couple years with this in mind, but kept putting it off. I'm so glad it's done now, it looks better than I imagined.

before - ick

After - Ooo la la

Thunder - the jungle cat

Lightning under glass

Have you made anything for your home lately? It's very satisfying :)

Goodbye Buster Brown :(

I've had an awful day today. I said to goodbye to a new furry family member. I didn't even get a chance to introduce everyone to Buster Brown, a stray kitty that found me. Now it's a memorial for the sweet boy that could've been. I took these pictures when I found him the first day with my phone, just down the road from our house a little ways. I saw him lying in the gravel and I stopped and rolled my window down and talked to him. He talked back and then came out from under the brush, not scared of the van running with me saying "kitty kitty kitty".

Today, sadly, I took him to the vet because the last few days he has looked not well at all. He's not been eating for a few days and the last time I saw him drink was Monday. When I found him he looked as though a dog or something had got a hold of his tail. It was missing fur and had bite marks. He was not holding it up, but it did move. I washed it with peroxide and sprayed it with Bactine. I figured it would heal on its own in time.

He ate hardy for a few days and drank a lot. Then he dissappeared for a couple days. When he returned, he didn't look as spry. He slept most of the time and I thought maybe his tail was infected. So I gave him some antibiotics I had and hoped he would bounce back. This morning was the 4th dose of the antibiotics and he looked as worse as ever. I noticed his mouth and tongue were yellow and he was dehydrated. He smelled strange, sickly. I stewed and worried for a while as to what to do. I called people I thought could give me answers and finally took him into the vet. Money is a little tight and I was holding off on this. I finally decided I could not take it anymore and would just put in on the credit card.

When it was our turn, the vet was shocked at how weak he was. Buster was in liver failure. It might've been kidney failure, I honestly can't remember in between sobs. He told me there was a 90% chance this cat would die in a couple days. He said that if it were his cat, he'd put Buster down. With a heavy heart, I decided Buster shouldn't suffer any longer. It broke my heart to say yes, and as the vet walked out of the room to get the papers ready for me to sign, Buster got up off the table and walked over to me and touched his head to my chest. I was blubbering by now and the vet couldn't understand me as I asked him was he sure this was the right thing to do. I can't help but feel Buster was getting up to get close to me as to say don't do it. My friend comforted me later and said maybe that was Buster's way of thanking me. I still don't know and it's eating at me. I've done nothing but cry all day. I've got Asher upset because he sees me crying and I didn't lie to him when he asked why the pet carrier was in the van. It's just been a rotten day. I know I could've let nature take its course, but I just couldn't bare to watch him slowly die.

Even though I knew Buster Brown only a very short time, I can't help but feel so devastated.  I just can't stand it that I couldn't do anything to save this kitty. The vet said his tail was not the reason why he was so sick. He thought maybe feline leukemia or feline aids possibly. That's why it's so important to get our pets the shots they should have. I know most of you are like me and think of our pets as family.  So today I am mourning my Buster Brown. Sweet kitty, good bye.

 

Glove the Ever Lounging Feline

I named Glove from a character in the great Beatles Cartoon Movie "The Yellow Submarine". If you've never seen the movie, Glove is the affectionate but devilish pet glove of the head "Blue Meanie'. I often call her name like the blue meanie did with a sing song voice Glllloooooovvve. I highly suggest the movie if you can find it. Very creative and entertaining and features many songs from the Beatles.







Let Glove show you how to properly lounge on a tweed-like covered couch:

First... stretch all limbs out in the warm sunshine

Second... test for comfortableness

Third... flash the annoying human snapping pictures a dirty look.

Fourth... "You're still here? Yes, this is the life."

technorati sign up & The Fall season tv lineup

I'm trying to figure out what this technorati.com thing is. I've already made an account because I saw it recommended in an Etsy newsletter, but can't quite figure out what to do next. Anybody know out there?

It looks like a beautiful day! I think I will go pick some peppers and make some Jalapeno Pepper Jelly tonight when I get home from Mom's. I got a recipe from allrecipes.com and can't wait to try it. Hopefully it will turn out better than the tomato pie, that was awful.

Some of the fall season line up for new series look promising. I was a fan of the movie "The Witches of Eastwick" with Cher, Michelle Pfiefer and Susan Sarandon so the new series looks interesting to me, it's called "Eastwick". Also Cougars looks funny and a few others that I can't remember the names of right now.

Oh and the oh so gorgeous princess of a kitty is my baby girl... Glove.