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What a month of roller coaster news and time off. I still couldn’t manage to post timely!
Ginger Kitty was a street walker for the first year and a half of her life. I found her by accident in the window of a pet food store on view for adoption. I was halfheartedly looking for a cat to adopt, but didn’t even see her in their window when I wandered into the store. I’m a sucker for an orange tabby.
She was thin and shy. Very wary and not at all affectionate, but there was something about her that struck me.
This was a few years ago now. She’s still wary and not terribly affectionate, and many days I’m not entirely positive she likes me. But she’s a funny kitty.
She was such an incredible sport about the move across the country. Really, until we broke down, she was pretty happy. After that, she started expressing dissatisfaction, but was amazingly tolerant of the whole process.
Moves within moves and different situations have really tested her. Each making her appreciate the life I offer her more and more. When I travel she is downright affectionate upon my return. Just one more reason to travel.
When life throws us a curve ball, she manages to let me know that she more than tolerates me. When I’ve been sick, she has curled up with me for hours, when normally she sleeps in another room. As we are boxing and moving, we are all a more than a little stressed out. Last night when I couldn’t sleep, I went and found her in another room, carried her back to bed with me, and let the purr-box help me relax. The amazing thing is she stayed with me, most times this will last about a 2-4 minutes. This night, she settled in on my chest, and stayed with me for 2 hours, until Coe made us go out.
As I sit an write, she is curled up with me again. She know when her mama needs a little extra love.
Coe has been feeling a little poor the last few days and Ginger is doing her darndest to help her feel better. Normally when a Ginger tries to curl up, Coe harrumphs and moves away. Today, she’s taking all the love & snuggles available. #365project #photoaday
Since I’m a day behind because of crazy life and crazy pets. Here’s my photo from the day before.
I’d like to say I’ve some something productive with being snowed in and off work. What I can tell you is I’ve played on the computer, read lots of recipes, caught up on Doctor Who, taken a lot of naps, and taken tons of pictures of my napping cat.
I’m bored out of my gourd, but not enough to clean house or find some piddle-fit (as brother calls it). I’ve been pretty happy to watch out the window, play with new apps, and take a few walks in the snow.
#365project #photoaday #takingitslow
I have a coworker who is afraid of animals. She’s in a wheelchair and her mother is encouraging her to get a service dog. The problem is she is terrified of dogs. Not just dogs, but cats. Really animals of any kind send her into a panic attack.
Having had pets of all sizes as long as I can remember, this is unfathomable to me. My kids bring me such joy and hours of entertainment. They also drive me batshit crazy at times, but that is so hugely outweighed by their unconditional love.
Ginger does this adorable rotisserie thing in front of the fireplace in the winter that always makes me giggle. It’s no wonder so many of us get sucked into hours of silly pet videos on YouTube.
These photos have been posted before and that alone demonstrates how much I enjoy these guys. I have almost more pictures of them than I do food.
This is now the awesome rotisserie kitty.
I’m not talking about expressing emotions or expressing one’s opinions. I am talking about expressing anal glands. Are you going to leave here today armed with the knowledge to express your pet’s anal glands? No. Your take away is I don’t have the slightest clue how to express an anal gland.
Why, oh why, would someone think to send me this:
I cannot imagine what I have done to make this person think this skill is even remotely in my repertoire.
Google is my lifeline and now that 97% of all civilized humanity has a “smart” phone, there is no earthly reason to ask anyone this question other than your veterinarian. And when I suggested she contact the vet next door, I jest not, it’s the driveway you pass immediately before ours! How do you not see the giant red sign that says EMERGENCY VET?!
This is one of those moments that just makes me laugh. I swear some higher being sits around and thinks who can I fuck with today? Ooh ooh, let’s ask her the most ridiculous question we can think of. I’m in for $50 she knows the answer.
The other thing that struck me odd about this text is WHO is smelling their dog’s ass? I cannot even begin to think why anal glands were believed to be the culprit of the odor. Very often Coe will let loose these almost silent, little puffs of a fart while she’s napping. These delicate little pouffs are sometimes so noxious they can peel paint. I just think, no more asparagus (broccoli, cauliflower, garlic…) for you. Not once have I ever thought, we need to express your anal glands.
I’ve think expressed enough for one day myself.
We have been snowed in since Thursday evening. While I was delighted to have a few days trapped indoors, the one who was the happiest about this situation was Ginger. She has been curled by my side, snuggled into my sweater, and following me from room to room. I am getting the impression she’d like me to be around a little more. This is pretty funny since she is the quintessential cat and generally has little to no interest in me unless it involves my providing her sustenance.
Coe and I got out for a walk to the grocery and the park on Saturday. Sunday’s outing lasted just long enough for us to slip around one block while dodging ice falling from the power lines and trees. Ginger decided almost immediately that snow was something she never needed to encountered again. I spent the days baking and watching the critters in the yard. I had 6 or 8 robins playing and following me around at one point.
All hail Mother Nature for giving me a real three day weekend. I have caught up on NCIS, Sherlock Series 2 and 3 , gobs of cooking shows, finished my taxes, and the giant pile to sort for Goodwill. I also ran into the snow in my pajamas and slippers to rescue a very friendly but poorly trained pitbull running about in the street. His human came running up just as I was about to throw him in the yard. She had no leash and was going to drag him home by the collar. He would have pulled her off her feet in no time. I gave her one of our leashes and if we never see it again, it has gone to a good cause.
As much as I have enjoyed this down time, I’m almost willing to admit, I am looking forward to going to work tomorrow. Ginger will survive as she normally does, curled up on the wool sweater I leave out just for her.
I’m terrible at the selfie. I was recently on a flight and the woman across the isle from spent a majority of the trip taking pictures of herself. I really wanted to rip the phone out of her hand. Good grief- you can’t change that much in the span of a 45 minute flight- no matter how many times you fluff your hair!
Most of my “selfies” are my feet, hands, hair or pajamas. But this week’s challenge has forced me to dig through my files to find a few that I can tolerate sharing with the world.
and updated to add one from today…
I’m sitting on my front porch basking in the sun looking at weeds that need to be pulled and pretty little starts waiting to be planted. All the while, I’m enjoying a glass of wine feeling decadent that I’m NOT working.
Coe is an evil sneak and is the master of the cold nose to the back of the elbow. She swoops in now and then to remind me she’s there. Always the good sport. (This isn’t really Coe, but an incredible likeness and too funny to not share)
New kitty Ginger is lurking in the garden. I’m pretty sure she thinks she getting away with something. Actually, I’m pretty sure we all feel that way.
I just got some pretty rhubarb at the farmer’s market today since mine is still pretty scrawny. I’ve been googling recipes and may have settled on one… or two…
I’m putting this evening into the win column.