1. RIP Marilyn

    Yes, I have been MIA again. I have a very sad reason. Well, it has happened again in my household. We lost another family member less than three weeks after losing Gus. Our 17 year old tuxedo baby, Marilyn, passed away on Monday of this week. To say the past month has been difficult is an understatement. Marilyn’s passing marks the third fur baby we have lost this year, in the past 6 months actually. At first, I was really sad, but, recently, that turned to unreasonable rage and self-pity. I literally did scream therapy, at my hubby’s suggestion, the night that Marilyn died, because I felt myself slipping into a very dark place mentally. That helped me immensely, but I still felt the need to pull into myself and take a break from posting to my blogs. I am sure you all understand and I appreciate that. 

    Marilyn was a part of our lives from before her birth. We adopted her pregnant mother, Kismet, to save her life and the life of her unborn children from the pound’s gas chamber. I can remember seeing the babies move around in Kismet’s belly, in the days leading up to their birth. And on the day they came into the world, Marilyn was the last to be born. Kismet was exhausted, after already giving birth to Marilyn’s three siblings. I had to help Kismet finish giving birth to Marilyn and I was the one that cleaned out Marilyn’s mouth and got her to scream her first, very loud meow. It is a memory that I hold very dear to my heart and I think it is one of the reasons her death has hit me especially hard. She left a very special mark on my heart, because it was like I gave birth to her that day myself. That may sound a bit nuts, but I am a bit nuts when it comes to my fur children. True story.

    I also want to thank my wonderful support system. So many of you have reached out to me and offered empathy, love, support, poems, stories, photos, etc. thru this time and it has meant so very much to me. Truly! I know that I say things like this all the time, that I say it is cliché, and that I say there are not enough words in the English language to truly express how I feel and how much your support means to me. All of this is true.

    I will leave you with some of my favorite photos of Marilyn. I hope you enjoy them.

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  2. Solar Cell feat. Oats

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  3. RIP Gus: June 2005 - September 2014

    You may have noticed that I have not posted for quite a few days. This is due to the fact that we had a death in the family. Our fur baby, Gus, died on Thursday evening after a two month struggle with a urinary tract issue that ended in an inoperable condition. We made the hard decision to let Gus move onto his next life phase, rather than put him thru more suffering for our own selfish want of more time with him. He was only 9 years old and we thought we would have many more years with him. His death has been a very hard blow to my spirit, but I know that we did the right thing in our decision to let him go.

    I want to take a moment to thank all of my friends and family for their wonderful notes of support and encouragement and love on my Instagram and Facebook accounts. You will never truly know how much it has meant to me and helped me thru the past few days. I am still having bouts of weeping, but am feeling more and more at peace with our decision every hour that passes. It seems that Gus’ brother, Meeko, is the one that is taking it the worst out of the siblings left behind. We are just trying to give him time, understanding when he acts out, and extra attention while he works thru his grief.

    Here are some of my favorite macro shots of Gus. I hope you will enjoy them as much as I enjoyed being a part of Gus’ life…

    He was such a gift to me and we basically saved each other upon our meeting back in June of 2005. Oh, Gus…I miss you so much! I will always love you!

    XOXO

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  4. Pussyfooting Around feat. Meeko, Gus, and Marilyn


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  5. Bathing Ritual

    The bathing ritual begins
    with small head butts,
    showing of fuzzy, striped belly,
    false submission.
    Purring, rumbling happiness soon follows,
    as you lap your rosy tongue
    across his black-gray forehead.
    Back and forth, back and forth, side to side.
    No spot is left dry or unlaved by you.
    He visibly relaxes.
    All muscles limp, 
    until he forms a puddle at your feet.
    You tower over him,
    must bend your long neck down,
    90 degrees of tilt,
    to reach all the furry filth you are compelled to clean.
    You lavish attention on one particular spot,
    his folded down ear,
    attempting to gain access to his protected, inner sanctum.
    He quickly tilts his large head to pull away,
    and you growl your unhappiness.
    He stills,
    appears a tabby statue afraid to anger you.
    You continue your wet tongue assault
    unhindered this time.
    He freely allows this of you.
    He purposely chooses not use his hefty weight difference,
    his blatantly obvious strength,
    to make you easily comply to his strong will.
    He too simply succumbs to your bravado dominance,
    allows you this tiny time
    to mark your imagined territory on him.
    He will viciously attack you,
    when you no longer serve your convenient purpose.
    Once your welcomed duty is obsessively complete,
    the scales will tip in his youthful favor once again.
    But for now,
    the ritual is more important.
    Your low, social standing still firmly in place.
    All apparent control is advantageously allowed,
    just as quickly taken away,
    by a quick jab, jab, jab,
    swipe of big paw to black and white face.
    Your job is done.
    You jerk your head once,
    silently slink away.
    Until the next time
    when his body language calls to your maternal nature
    and the bathing ritual begins again.

     

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  6. Black and White

    Silly, sweet girl,
    always there.
    To you things are always black and white.
    From your silky coat pattern,
    to your gregarious, warbling meow
    demanding your firsts.
    First meal, first pets, first place in my warm lap.
    Black and white is all you know.
    In bright, morning sunlight
    your face disappears.
    Like a ghost,
    you are fading too.
    So slender, so frail, so old.
    Ribs and hip bones poke out
    thru your soft, tuxedo fur.
    For seventeen short years,
    you have obsessively dictated your truth over me.
    "See me" you seem to say,
    "Now is all" you whisper,
    every morning, afternoon, night,
    as you pace and purr across the small bed and my big heart.
    Your spritely presence still vibrant,
    as you run fast, jump spastically, play childishly, and love tenderly,
    even thru the illness that is literally eating you,
    self cannibalism at its cruelest.
    Your persistent hunger for my love is almost overshadowed by your constant hunger for food,
    but not quite.
    Head butts and tummy rubs are still your nourishment of choice.
    I helped your stray mother bring you into my small world
    and I will forlornly watch you move on to the larger next.
    But before that unwelcome relocation occurs,
    I will enjoy your definitiveness,
    your unrelenting knowledge that there are only two colors in this world.
    Black and white.

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  7. There Once Was A Feral Cat Colony…

    From October 2002 to April 2006, my husband and I helped to shelter and feed a feral cat colony in our backyard.  One other neighbor also helped with the feeding.  We attempted to create a TNR colony, but no one in our neighborhood was willing to help us foot the bill for the spay/neuters needed and we could not afford to do it ourselves.  None of the cats were there by our hand or neglect.  At its height, there were over 20 family members in the colony.  

    At some point in late 2005, a man who lived down the street from us and worked for animal control deviously talked our one well meaning but ignorant neighbor into allowing him to place baited traps in her yard rather than her feeding them.  He promised her that he was finding homes for the cats he trapped.  We all know that was a lie.  ALL of the cats he trapped were feral adults, not capable of being rehomed.  They were no doubt all euthanized.  

    By the time we figured out where all the cats were disappearing to, it was too late to save the colony.  We were able to save four of that spring’s kittens and they live with us to this day.  Piggy, Gus, Meeko, and Oats are the last surviving members of the once thriving colony.

    I am posting photos of the colony today to show you where my babies came from and to put a face to feral cat colonies for those of you who may be unaware of their existence or of the fact that, if neighborhoods work together, the animals can live a healthy, long life without the need for killing any cats.  This colony, had it become the TNR colony we dreamed of, would have already, statistically speaking, died off of natural causes, because outdoor feral cats tend to live only 4-5 years. The amount of time and money this one man spent trapping and killing all of these cats could have been used to form the TNR colony with no deaths needed, but he did not have the foresight to see another way to control the issue other than extermination.  

    I apologize for the photo quality, but these are very old photos taken with the first digital camera I ever owned from 2002!  I hope that you are able to enjoy them and that they also make you stop, think, and, perhaps, even research the TNR movement.  

    A new litter feeding.  TNR would have prevented this litter from existing.

    We have reason to believe that the cat in the photo above is Oat’s daddy.

    The last two kittens we were unable to save.

    A dark towel in the winter sun was a magnet to them!

    The baby who is sitting in the doorway of the red bed box is the mother of our four babies.  

    Another shot of our babies’ mother.  She is the one NOT eating that is facing the camera.  Piggy is her twin, isn’t she?

    Feeding time for the colony was always intense.  Aren’t they just gorgeous cats?  You can definitely see the familial resemblance in our babies.  These kitties would be their siblings from previous litters and their mother.

    If you would like more information on how you can help the feral cat situation and TNR movement, please check out one or both of the following links:

    Managing a Feral Cat Colony: Basic steps

    http://www.neighborhoodcats.org/HOW_TO_MANAGING_A_FERAL_CAT_COLONY

    Trap-neuter-release (TNR)

    http://paawsproject.org/tnr.htm

    ***Please note that I am not, in any way/shape/form, promoting the allowance of irresponsible feral cat breeding.  I was not in the financial position to do anything for this particular colony other than what I did.  I did reach out for help from my local shelters but, at that time, they were unable to do anything for me financially.  Had the means been present and had people in the community stepped up and helped us all take responsibility for this colony, the TNR would have happened.  I am posting this as a personal experience and in the hopes that it will encourage others to help control the pet overpopulation issue in any humane way that they can afford.***

    XOXO

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  8. Living Outside In Black & White

    ***Please note:  While I hope that you enjoy these images and appreciate them for their artistic merit, I want you to know that these are NOT my cats.  These are cats of the streets and businesses near my home and my neighborhood.  I do NOT condone and am NOT encouraging allowing cats outside, unless they are part of a TNR feral cat colony being cared for and managed by generous volunteers.  For the safety of themselves and the wildlife in general, cats should be indoors at ALL times, unless closely supervised by their owners in a safe location or on a leash.***

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  9. Time for a Vacation!

    Hey, everyone! I hope you all are having a fantabulous summer and even greater week!  I wanted to let you guys know that I will be on vacation from August 2nd thru August 11th and will not be posting anything on here during that time. I will resume my blog posts the week of August 12th.  Have a great week and don’t miss me too much! LOL!

    XOXO

     


  10. Gustagram feat. Gus

    All photos taken with my iPad Air camera and filtered using Instagram and/or Aviary.

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