There’s something about this time of year that makes me want to walk through the house with a huge black trash bag and throw out absolutely everything that is not nailed down. Instead, I have decided it’s time to get rid of the things that are wasting space and that are no longer useful and going forward only invest in things that are useful and high quality.
One of my Christmas presents was an antique secretary desk with built in shelves. It has replaced a table type desk and I already love how it takes up less space than the previous piece and is more functional. When you live in a 1950’s house storage space is rare and you have to find furniture pieces that can serve a purpose other than taking up space.
I am declaring that 2017 is going to be the year of reclaiming functional (among other things). I am getting rid of the things that are no longer serving a purpose in my life and looking to fill my life with things of meaning and value (which will probably not end up being “things” at all.)
I have started early with the cleaning up and I’ve already met two quite interesting people through an online market. I suppose my husband and I are lucky in that way. We always meet civil and interesting folk when we buy and sell. Perhaps these meetings will lead to something further, a new relationship. Every meeting happens for a reason, even if we know not the purpose at the time.
Thank you to Kristy @thesetwohands for my new old secretary desk.
I usually reserve my hatred and disgust for summer until the end of August… The feelings came early this year. Actually, this year they seemed to rear their ugly heads in July as we down in the South were pounded with heat. The feelings dissipated for a week or two as rain brought in some relief, but now that August has taken hold, the heat of hell on earth has returned to Texas.
Things that were green and flourishing from the torrential downpours from earlier this year are fading to orange and brown. Looking at the trees you might mistake the season for fall with the wide array of colors christening the plant life. One step outside, though, and an attack by the warm air that’s hard to breathe let’s you know that it is indeed still summer.
The grass is crispy and all the critters that are normally in hiding are easily found. There have been too many snakes around the homestead. (I might have to see if the neighbors trick of mothballs really keeps them at bay.) The babe filled a bit of water in his little pool yesterday and all the bugs seemed to swoop in for a drink. Everyone is thirsty in this swelter.
The 10-day weather forecast teases with its prediction or rain. Perhaps I should lay out an alter to Zeus and the gods of the sky and weather that they may bless us with the rain that is presumed by the weather people.
In the mean time, while the Sun sings high in the sky and scorches us all down below, I’ve been having fantasies of getting into a new line of work. One that permits summers off so that I can pack up my family and go play outdoors in temperatures that are more forgiving. Montana, Wyoming, Washington, the Dakota’s, they are all looking quite inviting right now.
I was hoping a Coworker would adopt our little Chevy, but when I probed him for an answer he was unsure he wanted to add another animal to his home. The chaos in the house was becoming overwhelming for me. The dog barking anytime the cats fussed, Chevy pouncing on covers as I tried to get my child to sleep… I felt as if I was going to break.
I decided to play the social media card as I know a LOT of animal loving people and was hoping one of them might make a good home for her. The same day I reached out a friend contacted me and said she wanted her and would come pick her up THAT evening. The answer was a blessing. My son knows the people and can get regular reports on the baby kitty when we see them and she didn’t care when I told her, “I do want to warn you she’s into everything.”
I have gotten updates that Chevy happily chases their dog around the house and snuggles with them at night. I am so thankful this little kitty found us and we were able to find her a kind and loving home. The house is almost a little too quiet, but much more peaceful.
It was a Thursday when she came to us.. . . because we couldn’t have a normal week. My husband had just taken out the trash and told me “We have chickens at our gate”. I seriously thought he was messing with me, but no sure enough there was a rooster and a chicken at our gate. Smudge took care of that and ran up on the fence scaring them across the street. I threw him in the house to keep him from getting any ideas about chasing them across the street and went back to my morning routine. I was strapping the boy in the car seat to take him to school when I heard the crying meow of a kitten. I turned around and started scanning. Sure enough, there was a baby kitten under my husband’s work truck. I picked her up, brought her inside, showed her to my husband, made a makeshift litter box out of a box added some food and litter and stuck her in the bathroom to deal with when we got home.
When I did rescue I fostered 8 kittens at once and I had promised myself after that I would never have another kitten again. Now I remember why. Kittens are a little on the crazy side. They are full of energy, that want to play all the time, with everything that moves, including the covers at bedtime.
The dog took to the kitten immediately adopting her like she was her own offspring. Playing with her and protecting her from the older cats. I’ll be honest. I didn’t want another cat. I was more than happy with our 3 cats and dog, but here she was and what are you supposed to do when they show up on your doorstep? I thought if it doesn’t work out she’s little and cute and we can find her a home.
Chevy is a pistol. She has no fear. Not of the dog, not of the cats. She is a brave explorer of anything she can climb. She even had the privilege of being looked in the lazy susan pantry due to her curiosity. She is already an excellent bug hunter and would probably flourish outside, but with as many snakes as we’ve had at our property lately I would never let her out being so small. When she is not being a wild huntress, she also has a softer side. You can pick her up and she immediately starts purring. You can hold her like a baby and she likes to get right up next to you to cuddle at night. She is quite a character. I’m just not sure she is the right character for our household.
We got her spayed this week and I talked to my friend in rescue about putting her in the adoption program. She is driving poor Boo nuts with all her antics, and the dog has been too aggressively protecting her baby. I can’t take all the barking every time one of the cats makes any type of sound that sounds like fussing. I have a co-worker who’s interested in her. I think he’s going to take her home this weekend or next week. I hope so, it would be nice to know where she ends up. It’s a little heartbreaking caring for a creature and then having to part with it, but we have to do what’s best for the whole homestead. I just hope the boy, as sensitive as he is, takes it ok.
Boo Kitty appeared in our yard a few months ago. I first spotted her across the street in the neighbors yard. She was trying to come across the street into our yard, but our “guard” kitty kept chasing her back across the street. The week following, our neighbor asked if we were missing a cat. I asked if it was a black cat and she said yes and I told her I thought it was a stray. She said she was going to feed it. I thought that was a grand idea. A week or so later she was lounging in our yard. The dog ran up to her and she just laid there in the yard. Sadie nudged her and pranced a little then nudged her again. The cat stayed where she was. The dog looked up at me with a goofy grin that said “We have a new kitty?” and that’s how we ended up with Boo.
Boo was nothing but skin and bones when she appeared in our house. My thought was, “I’m going to have to fatten this kitty up before I take her to get her spayed.” In the mean time, she has endured much torture by the child, has been bullied by our outside kitties, she’s also done a bit of bullying, at one point claiming the back porch and not letting the boys on it. She’s left us presents of lizards and finally found her way inside. Her confidence in the presence of the dog and her lovey, cuddliness in the house led me to believe that she had at one point in time been someone’s pet.
This past week we final made an appointment to get Boo spayed and this is where the story gets interesting. The vet tech called me in the afternoon after we had dropped her off and told me that when they had shaved her down in preparation for her spay they noticed she already had a spay scar. When we picked her up they hadn’t microchipped her either because she already had a microchip. Why I didn’t think to take her to get her scanned for a microchip I don’t know. I sucked it up and called the microchip company, because if it was my cat I’d want her back and I wanted to do the right thing. They said there was an owner listed and they would get back to me shortly. Not 5 minutes later my phone rang. It was my friend I’ve done rescue with for years. “Do you have my cat?” she asked me. We both laughed. What are the odds that this cat that showed up at my home was one from her rescue? “Do you want her back?” I asked. “No, you can keep her.” she told me.
So, Boo Kitty is ours. She is incredibly sweet but the addition of 2 cats over the past few months has upset the balance of the house. Smudge and Rocky try to chase Boo out of “their” yard if she goes outside, and inside she has to endure the torture of the baby kitty and the dog who barks at her if Boo fusses at the baby kitty because she thinks it is her baby kitty. We’ve been thinking about trying to make arrangements to either find Boo a new home or the baby kitty a new home, but the boy loves all his kitties and it is a rather hard decision to have to make. We are hoping maybe Grammy will take Boo to her house that way we can still see her on a regular basis. We will see how it goes. . . until then. . . Boo makes the decision harder because she does give the most awesome hugs.
Smudge holds a special place in my heart. He came to us after two of my cats passed within months of each other. (one was 21 and the other 10 but diabetic). When I felt I was ready, I contacted my friend who does rescue. I went over to her house to see who she had available for adoption. No one jumped out at me or seemed to want to come home with me. She insisted I come up to the clinic and meet one of the kittens that she currently had housed up there. She told me he would be perfect for me, and she has this certain knack for matching people and cats, so I went for it. My husband and I went to the clinic and met this handsome, fluffy brown tabby. He wrapped his little paws around my neck and purred. He was perfect and I immediately feel in love.
Smudge is the type of cat that everyone (even people who don’t like cats) loves. He has a huge heart for such a small creature. He loves his animal friends. He immediately took to Bella, whom I was hoping would take to him as I didn’t want her to be lonely after her longtime housemate passed. In fact, Smudge is the only cat Bella loves on. You can often find the two of them curled up together, and if it wasn’t for her I’m not sure he would venture back into the house as often as he does. I tried to keep him an indoor cat, but when he discovered there were other cats outside he was fascinated. He wanted to make new friends, so he became and indoor outdoor cat and immediately tried making friends with the outdoor kitties. It took them a little while, but Smudge finally won them over. Sadie loves all her kitties and Smudge took to her soon after his arrival. Smudge is probably Sadie’s favorite of the kitties. He runs to greet her, twines in between her legs and even chest bumps her. Smudge even played with the rabbit we had for the short while he was a residence in our household.
Smudge has lovingly tolerated the love of a baby and toddler, not once reacting in a mean way, even when the boy was being quite rough with him. If his tolerance level had reached its peak he would run to the door and meow with a look asking to PLEASE be let outside for a break. The Babe calls him “UM” a nickname lovingly given as he couldn’t pronounce Smudge, but he kind of stuck and I often find myself calling for “UM’ kitty with the babe.
Smudge also likes to greet our friends and family. He has been known to try to climb up your legs for a little attention or jump in your lap to head butt you in the chin. He is a big love bug. He is also a hunter. As much as I didn’t want him to be an outside cat he has flourished. He is an avid climber, explorer, and hunter of all small creatures. As much as I try not to have favorites I have to admit if I did, Smudge might be at the top of the list.
Rocky is one of the cats that came with our house when we moved in 6 years ago. I’ll never forget the morning we met him. Sadie was going nuts in the backyard when I let her out for her morning potty. She was barking and bouncing around back and forth in front of the fence at something. I didn’t have my glasses on so I squinted through the morning haze. Is that a raccoon? Is that some sort of little wild cat? I put my glasses on and looked again. That is one huge cat….
Having done Rescue, it is instinctual for me to start feeding the strays to try to coax them into letting me get near enough to capture them to make sure they are spayed or neutered. (I might have even been that crazy neighbor who borrowed your unaltered male cat for a few days to make sure he wasn’t spreading the love around the neighborhood). So I set out on my mission to befriend this huge cat. I started putting food out for him and backing away and watching him eat to let him get used to me and slowly working my way closer and closer until I could Pet him.
It really didn’t take to long to win the big guy over. His heart is through his stomach. We named him Rocky because we had several instances of him boxing the dog, rolling the dog down the stairs and trying to attack a dog that came over for a playdate with Sadie. Rocky is a fighter. We call him our guard kitty because if we leave the property and leave the gate open he sits but the gate guarding, waiting for us to return. If a stray dog happens by Sadie will bounce and park hoping for a new friend and Rocky will pouf up and growl at them, daring them to come in our yard.
Rocky is also a big baby. He loves to be loved on and sneaks in the house when it’s cold or wet. He adores my husband and follows him around like a puppy. Whenever we are outside Rocky appears to hang out with us. He loves to be talked to and scratched.
One of his talents is hunting. Between him and the other outside kitties we have had all sorts of critters left around the yard…frogs, mice, rats, birds a snake… he is definitely in touch with his primal side and for weighing just shy of 20lbs he is surprisingly fast and agile.
I will always refer to him as the cat that came with the house, but if we ever move he is definitely coming with us.