New Baby (rescue kitty)

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So this little girl had been lurking around in our back woods for a few weeks. The hubs heard her meowing as he worked on my truck and called to her whenever he could.

He finally coaxed her out of hiding, and eventually close enough to put food out for her to smell and see. She gobbled it right up. This went on for about a week he attempted to touch her, which she gladly let him.

We continued to feed her and show her love until April 18th. There were strong storms predicted and I didn’t want to leave her out there…she didn’t seem happy with the shelter we had made for her.

So, we brought her into the house. I am so glad we did. We had tornado alarms all night. The weather was horrid at times.

My other three cats seemed un-phased for the the most part…a little hissing back and forth was all.

This little girl had to have been in a home previously. She wasn’t feral. She wasn’t little box trained either, but only had one accident before learning to use the box, so she is very smart.

She is very attached and has bonded with the hubby. He is happy with that as all the other cats are mine. I AM THE MOTHER OF CATS!!

He took her to the vet the next morning, and she had worms of course, was only 6lbs of skin and bones, and is appx. a year old.

We have named her Windi  – yanno, since the tornado stuff.

Its been almost a week now and she is fitting in just fine. She is getting lots of sleep, loves to curl up on the hubs when he sleeps, and is navigating around the house on her own at her own pace.

The other cats are giving her her space, well, except Lil Man…he wants a playmate so badly. Though even he just gets close enough to sniff her.

She is extremely loving. She sits on me and rests her head on my shoulder as I pet from head to tail, as she purrs softly. However, when the hubby is up and about, she is all Daddys Girl.

In two weeks she goes back to the vet to be spayed and get her boosters – then the other three cats need their annual check ups.

Busy cat lady me!

 

Be sweet! <3

Sick mama, sick fur-babies…

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Howdy All…

I’d love to be able to tell you all is right in the world in Zoe-Land, but alas, it is not.

I was taken down by a terrible stomach/intestinal flu for the last few days. Today is the first day I have felt remotely like myself. It was horrible though. Absolutely horrible.

On top of that, three out of six of my kitty cats are sick with upper-respiratory infections. Quinn and Baxter are doing alright, but Spencer, my baby, isn’t doing that great. He had a trip to the vet yesterday for some steroids, antibiotics, eye drops and a ‘Camel Hump’ (IV solution placed sub dermally at between the shoulder and neck area to keep the baby hydrated). He is not eating, drinking or using the litter.

Today I found the poor little man laboring by breathing out of his mouth and drooling horribly, so back to the vet he went. Thankfully, it’s nothing as alarming as my heart and head seemed to make it. He has developed a sore in his mouth, hence the drooling, and he simply can’t breathe from his little nose being stopped up, so that’s why he is breathing through his mouth. The vet said to continue with the daily anti-biotic, try to temp him to eat some soft food or tuna that has been heated in the microwave just enough to make it stinky (if a cat can’t smell it, they won’t eat it) and keep watch over him.

Jeffrey has the sneezes, but he also has allergies, so that may be his reason for sneezing. He isn’t showing any other signs of being sick. He is grumpier than usual though. Sid and Seifer are just fine, however. We are attributing their good health to the fact that they are used to being outdoors, and have heartier immune systems.

Yesterday marked the midway point for NaNoWriMo. I am working really well on my writing, my word count grows every day. I will surpass the 50k mark well before the 30th.

On a more depressing note, as a Municipal Liaison, attendance at the libraries this year is nearly none existent. In the whole month, I have had one participant show for an event. I did note, however, that participation in my entire region is way down from previous years. People who have not participated in the group Write-Ins, but still wrote from home or work, updating their word counts, are not even participating in writing at all this year. Donations are way down. I had a long talk with the library director this evening about it, and he said numbers for their events are way down as well.

I have to mention here, that working with both the director and event planner here at the county libraries (this county has like 5 libraries) has been wonderful. These guys are so accommodating. They have helped me since day one of being a Municipal Liaison 3 years ago.

We are sort of chalking up everything to being ‘2017, the bad year for everything possible’.

Gaming news…there really isn’t any. I have been avoiding my game for the most part because I tend to lose too much focus on NaNoWriMo when I try to do both, as they are both writing based. My little character is slumbering with her hubby, being quiet for once.

Well, that’s our little game of catch up for now. I’ll try not to take so long before my next post, and will keep updates on Spencer.

Be sweet, my lovelies ~

A day late… and a few days off…

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Howdy!
Sorry I missed you all yesterday. Still had problems with the AC and could not stand it in here…being THAT hot in my own home makes me irritable. So I went to one of my favorite places, and that is the tattoo shop. Which, happened to be a good thing. I found out they are having a special of 25% all Halloween or horror related tattoos. So…guess who is getting two tattoos done on Wednesday. That’s right, this girl.
The AC was fixed before I got home, and I pretty much just took a pain pill and went to bed. It wasn’t a restful night, however. I was up and down at all hours, my back hurting and not being able to get comfortable.
So today has been alright. I am worried about the amount of pain pills I am taking, so I am trudging through it. The injections will be done on Tuesday, usually done in the early morning, so I don’t think I will die from the pain between now and then. I’m just cranky and can’t do anything. I am going to attempt to get my own laundry done tonight, and get the rest of the family to pitch in on the rest of the house. I really would like one of these knuckle heads to steam clean my office carpet.
Also, I will be taking a few days off from the blog. I will be back to posting on Wednesday, Thursday at the latest. I want you to see my new tats, after all.
All my cats are doing well. BaxterMarie has been extra clingy and acting very kitten-like lately. She sleeps in front of me on the desk, or on me or at my feet in bed. She and Spencer fight for the little cubby to the right of me.
The rest of the cats come to me when they want extra momma lovin’s. They aren’t so demanding of it.
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Well, until next week, be sweet, my darlings!

Long Over-due…and kittehs!!!

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Welcome the baby! This is the kitten I was telling you all about back in December. He was just a tiny bit of fluff, skin and bones. He was feral, we could only surmise that he got separated from his momma and the rest of the colony.

He showed up on my best friends doorstep…well…windows. She patiently coaxed him into the garage where she made him a bed and fed him plenty of food and water until I had a chance to drive out there (Alabama to New Mexico) to pick him up.

It was love at first hold. This little baby snared my heart, and I like to think he fell completely in love with me, too, as he had previously clawed my poor best friend in the face, twice.

So the long drive home, only one peepee accident and he was safe in his new environment. I named him Spencer Lee. He has an uncanny resemblance to Fat Cat. Both being RagDolls. His temperament is super sweet to his new momma cat. (me)

Here’s a quick shot of Jeff playing handsies with Spencer. Jeff was the first to take to him without a lot of fuss.
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Along the way I’ve also fostered in two additional cats. These two have been raised together and are my daughters boyfriends cats. Sid and Siefer. Yes, Final Fantasy nerds unite.
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So now my house is filled with the loving sounds of 6 cats. I love it. Though, when the daughter and her boyfriend move out on their own, I will lose his two cats, and my Quinney, because she has integrated herself into Sid and Siefers little pack, and I’ve hate to separate them.

Its okay, I’ll go to the shelter and adopt MOAR cats. ~grins~

So, there is the update on the kittehs.

Now on to my back troubles.

I went in and had six injections to the lower left side of my spine and combined that with pool therapy. I was pain-free for a good 2.5 – 3 weeks. Then the pain returned and is holding at a 9/10 on the pain scale. HOWEVER…I also fired my back surgeon. Why, you may ask? For sheer rudeness.
I am a patient woman, come on, look at me, I have six cats. But…please dont ask me to show up at 8am, then not call me back to the exam room until 9:30am, and by 10:30am I STILL have not seen the doc. That’s unprofessional. And this was an appointment only day, no other surgeries or emergencies to come up. I heard him with a patient in the next room, got my hopes in line after the nurse said I was next, then didn’t hear another word.

I walked to the nurses station, smiled, expressed my irritation and kindly asked the nurse to please tell the doctor he was fired. I also stopped the pool therapy.

So, I think from this time on, I will just bear with the pain as I have done with for the last twenty years, letting my regular family practice doc handle my pain management the best she can.

Onto my work with the Dothan Library. I had volunteered to give some Creative Writing classes. With the library heads we came up with a course that covers a different topic a month, over the next 6 months.

The first was held just last Saturday, aptly named Creative Writing 101: Plot, Structure and Outlining. It was great. I WAS SO NERVOUS. I expected about 10 people. 9 were in attendance. I gave my apologies for being a bit flustered in the beginning, not being a public speaker and all. This group really made me feel comfortable.

So next month will be great. I plan on covering characters, development, scenes and possibly dialogue, if we have time, or that will be carried over to the next class.

I will say, by the time the 3 hour class was over, I needed a drink to unwind. My friend Stephanie met me at a local Mexican restaurant where I proceeded to indulge in a half-pitcher of margaritas on the rocks and nachos…lol.

So that brings us to now. And for your enjoyment, I am going to throw in some extra picture of Spencer.

You can all thank Patricia on Twitter for giving me the virtual kick in the pants last night on updating, FINALLY. Now I have no more excuses for delays other than getting mauled by kittehs.

Best sweet, my darlings!

Always unexpected…

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It never fails…I seem to drop off the face of the planet. BUT I’M STILL HERE!!

I unexpectedly came down with a case of pneumonia. Some of you know how serious that is for me. I have COPD, and the two just clash and try to kill me. I even had to have a nice little emergency trip to the ER one night. As a result, I’m back to trusting my oxygen unit at home again. I keep it hooked up to my CPAP for ease. When I feel too weak, I lie down with it and focus on deep breaths.

I think this was all brought on by spreading myself a little thin the month of November, exhausting myself, and then the way the crazy Southern weather fluctuates. Or, one of the kids picked up a germ or two and brought it into the house. My immunity levels are nearly non-existent, so of course I’d catch a bug and it turn near fatal.

So, there is the explanation of my rather sudden disappearance.

I have something really wonderful to share however, that will take me offline again next week after the 25th. But with that brief absence, I will be back with my new baby!
Here is the story…

ChesterAnn (aka Fat Cat) died last year, as some of you know, and it devastated me. Since then, I have gotten three other cats. I love each and every single one of them. My baby though, is BaxterMarie. She’s up my butt in and my business all the time.

Some of you are also well aware that my best friend lives all the way out in New Mexico. Well…a small kitten, too young to even be weaned yet, showed up around her house crying. It was very feral. However, being the animal lover my best friend is, she set up a crate shelter in the inside of her garage next to the door and kept the garage door cracked for the kitten to find its way there and keep warm, and to finally have some food.

Upon finally seeing this little kitten, she snapped a quick picture of it and sent it to me. I swear, it is ChesterAnn reborn.

So, come the 26th, I will be on the road from Alabama to New Mexico to 1. See one of the most influential people in my life and 2. to pick up my new (old?) kitteh. My best friend swears it is ChesterAnn reincarnated, and was sent to her to bring us all together, and I am in with that belief. The resemblance is uncanny, the attitude as well. The kitten isn’t as feral as first thought, though is rather shy of people.

I’m super excited. I’m sure all my other cats will hate me for a bit for bringing another baby into the house, but they need a sibling.

BaxterMarie will have the biggest adjustment as I bottle feed the kitten and wean it properly.

So excited.

Happy Holidays to all of you…my friends and followers. All the best to you and your families.

Be sweet, my lovelies.

November 2016 Day 17

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Hello! So, let’s start off with a Public Service Announcement. ZOE IS IN PAIN. Also, Zoe has taken some painkillers that kind of make her stupid. Zoe also received TWO bilateral cortisone shots in her back today and they hurt like a…well…I am not going to swear and curse and offend anyone…let us just image all those bad words you would get your mouth washed out with soap for. ~nods~

In addition, no NaNoWriMo word count thus far. I tried writing before I left for the doctor’s appointment, but the pain was just too bad and I was cold. Like, freezing cold.

Excuses, excuses, I know. ~hangs head in shame~

So, on to BlogHer Blog a Day….

Today’s BlogHer prompt:
Nov. 17: What is the hardest lesson you’ve learned from having pets? 

Pets are like toddlers, nothing on the lower shelves are safe. My cats are like so many you see on the YouTube videos of cats looking owners directly in the eye and knocking something over, pleased as punch at the shattering noise they’ve managed to make.

I have also learned that, for me, losing a beloved pet is like losing a child. My child was grown, my Fat Cat was a therapy animal. We bonded immediately. She guarded me…viciously. She was known to even chase my own daughter down the hall to keep her away from me. If you did not have her permission, Fat Cat did not think you needed to be near me.

Very overprotective cat, very aware of my moods and movements, able to soothe me like no one else ever. She was utterly perfect…and then she got bit by that dog, developed an internal wound, underwent surgery to try to correct it, had a feeding tube inserted so I could tend to her myself in the comforts of her own home…and she lost her battle in the end. My world instantaneously shattered.

When I got my other cats, Fat Cats toys and clothes were put away, and the new terrors received their own toys…tried the clothes, none of them like them like Fat Cat did.

I had Fat Cat cremated. I wear a silver paw print pendant around my neck, only taking it off when going into the water such as swimming or showering…it contains a bit of Fat Cats ashes. In addition, I have a beautiful urn for Fat Cat that sits right up here in the cubby on the top hutch of my desk so that she is always looking down on me.

So, I am a little morbid. Yeah, I know I am. I have two little shines dedicated to Fat Cat. That was my baby, and she had to move on.

On a happier note, I believe my little ‘forever kitten’ BaxterMarie is channeling Fat Cat in some ways. Wow, does she do a lot of the naughtier things Fat Cat used to do.

Quinney is the sweetheart of the three. She talks back…to the point of it becoming an argument. However, she is so cute and fluffy and knows how to work that angle; she gets away with murder.

Then there is Jeffrey Jones. Big cat. You would think he was the dominant one of the house….ooohh nooo…not Jeff. Most timid thing ever. But also so utterly adorable.

Put the three cats together in playtime or after a little hit of catnip and you would swear it was like the NasCar of the cat world up in this house. Zoom, zoom, zoom. Well, maybe not that so much. It’s really surprising how three cats can sound like a trampling herd of buffalo sometimes.

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Well, it’s time for me to nap away some of this pain.
Be sweet, my lovelies!

November 2016 Day 8

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My word count for NaNoWriMo was much better than I managed yesterday. Its only a little after 10am and I’ve managed to squeeze 2567 words out of my head and into a nice chapters. Completely scrapped the old chapter that I had been working on. I was supposed to be ‘revising’ but this is turning into a complete re-write. I’m happy with the way I’ve changed things, however. I felt Book Two wasn’t being true to Addisons character. So, I’ve re-written it, bringing more of what was seen in The Road of Darkness back. Very pleased.

 

Now, onto the BlogHer prompt for today:

Nov. 8: If you could redo one moment in your life, what would it be and why? How would it change who you are now?

 

I would have never jumped the gun and gotten married at 18. It ended in divorce. A messy and hateful divorce. We are friends now, a great support to one another, but there are things that can’t be forgotten and words that can’t be unspoken even after so many years. We keep them tucked and buried away. We are both there for our daughter. She has a support system that was lacking when she was little.

The downside of this would be that I wouldn’t have my daughter.

If I never had my daughter, my life wouldn’t be the same at all. I probably would have fallen victim even worse to my mental disorders, been locked away and forgotten. I may not even be alive. I would have never been urge that one little step further to actually publish any of my writings or share my artwork.

I would be a sad little woman, probably bitter and cold to everyone, except cats. As a matter of fact, I would truly be a ‘crazy cat lady’ in some derelict neighborhood somewhere.

One Year Ago: The day my heart shatttered

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One year ago today my heart broken into a million pieces.

The loss of my Fat Cat – ChesterAnn – devastated me. The vet had worked weeks to try to pull her through, but in the end, she passed away.

My office has become quite the shrine to her memory. And even with getting 3 new cats, there is a void that she left behind.

ChesterAnn was like no other cat I have ever had. There will be no other cat with her distinct personality…and personality she had in loads.

So today I’ll mope around, look through pictures, talk to the other cats about her. I’ll snivel a little. Okay, maybe a lot.

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Camp NaNo 2016

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It’s that time of year again! Camp NaNoWriMo 2016, the first of two.

This Camp I have set a really small word goal…15,000 words. I am going to focus on short stories, the theme being supernatural and horror. I plan on posting what I write up daily here to the blog, so keep an eye out! Hopefully I’ll manage some pretty entertaining things.

In other news…Quinn is adapting to her new home here. She gets along really well with Jeffrey Jones, but, Jeffrey is a pretty chill sort of guy. Things with BaxterMarie can get a little tense, however. There was a lot of poofing and hissing and growling going on, but that has eased up. Baxter is TRYING to make friends, but Quinn is still a little iffy and tends to hiss and retreat.

Oh…remember I broke my foot? I did it again. I swear, my poor foot is going to fall off at some point. I went to see my doctor and she looked at it, said I should probably go back to the bone and joint specialist again for possible surgery. I told her I thought the specialist was a quack. Nice guy and all…but a quack.

The daughter demon spawn of mine is doing well. She has discovered yoga and loves it. She goes to a non profit (they take donations and she is out of a job currently) place and really enjoys it. She even dragged her father creature with her. I guess he thought it was okay, but he hasnt gone back…lol. ME? NOPE.

GOOD NEWS! My mommy  and daddy are coming up from Guatemala for a little visit. Its time for them to renew their (retiree) military IDs and they want to get a few legal things taken care of. My dad is going to go see his family up north, too, while my mom gets fought over between me and my older sister…lol. All in all, its going to be nice.

So, thats the dealio. Look out for some short stories coming in April. I’ll probably do the same thing again for the July Camp NaNo, though with a higher daily word count.

~hugs and squishes and hairballs~

One Step Closer….

So, remember when I adopted little abandoned BaxterMarie? Well, one of the vet techs in the office had adopted her twin. The poor girl called me the day before yesterday, just in tears. Her older cat wasnt adapting to the new kitten. He was becoming physically ill.

She immediately thought of me. The reason, she states, is because of how quickly I took BaxterMarie into my care, and how when the late ChesterAnn was ill, I spared no expense to try to get her well again.

So this tech called and asked if I would please take in BaxterMaries sister, Harley Quinn. I said yes, of course.
Here she is, she looks just like Baxter, only long haired with a fluffy tail.

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Now, there is immediate hatred going on up in this house. Jeffrey Jones, for the most part, is indifferent. Quinn hisses and snarls at him, he growls back, but does his own thing.

BaxterMarie on the other hand…well…these two clearly hate each other at the moment. Quinn is MUCH louder than Baxter. That intimidates Baxter.

Just like adapting Jeffrey to Baxter, we will transition all these kittehs to one another, and things will smooth out. Its just going to take some time, and the occasional mauling. Yes, Quinn has mauled my once already when I was kindly showing her where the poop box was.

So, the house is quite the snarling, growling and hissing circus right now.

But I’m one step closer to being a REAL crazy cat lady!!!

~loves and squishes~