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Furry Family

Thankful for all the furry babies that have shared my life since I was a little girl.  I’ve never been without a four-legged family member since my first kitty, Bootsie, I got from my grandmother’s farm out in Murphy.  At that moment, my love affair with cats began.  There have been quite a few.  The one that stayed with me the longest, for essentially her whole 18-year-long life, was Princess Grace.  There was Jinxie and Mickey and Cocoa, too, among others.  And now I share my home with tuxedo twins, Oscar and Emmy, and my diabetic “Baby” (as my granddaughter and I call him, although he’s getting to be an old man), Spirit.  They’ve all been with me a few years now.  I really can’t imagine my home without a cat in it.


I’ve had some special dogs in my life, too, from Gomez and Snoopy to Caesar, Charlie Brown, and Dag, with a couple of adopted older dogs in between.   But when it comes right down to it, if I “have” to make a choice, I’m definitely a cat person; their sometimes quirky personalities kind of suit me.  I come from a family of animal lovers with several grandpuppies and grandkitties, too, and many of our pets have been rescued.  I see my granddaughter, who’s not even 3 years old yet, also loving animals.  That makes me happy.   The cruelty that so many pets and stray animals suffer just overwhelms me sometimes, with sadness, anger, helplessness, and people who won’t spay or neuter their animals and just contribute to more and more homeless ones, well don’t get me started, so I think it’s important to raise a new generation of kids who grow up to love and respect the non-human creatures who share our lives and planet, who won’t accept animal cruelty or mistreatment .  Anything we can do to make even one of these precious creature’s life better is a good thing, even though it’s never enough, and it makes me just want to hug my furry family tighter and hold them a little closer.

Sleepy SpiritSpirit

basketful of kitties

Oscar and Emmy

Every “pet” (that word doesn’t seem adequate or accurate because they’ve all been family members) I’ve ever had was (and is) special and I remember them all.  They’ll always have a place in my heart, and if you love animals like I do, you’ll know exactly what I mean.  #gratitude


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Sweet Old Honey

I wonder if Honey knows how much I love her and care about her well-being.  She’s so old, so sweet, but what a difference a steroid shot makes in her life to get her up and walking better, stop itching and chewing herself, eating good again, and gnawing on bones and treats.  Everything else in her body seems to be working fine…..well, ok, granted she doesn’t hear very well and she has thyroid issues, but her blood chemistry is pretty good otherwise.  Right now she’s trotting down the road with me and racing up the steps and gobbling down both her food and the cats’ food.
But as I walk beside her this morning, looking down on her pretty pink-striped sweater to keep out the autumn morning chill and the big polka-dotted golf umbrella covering us both against some drizzle, I wonder if she really can sense that I’m taking care of her and that over the last months that I’ve had her here at my house I’ve come to really love her gentle spirit, sweet face, and deep soulful eyes.  Does she know that?  I really hope she does.  At first, she mostly reminded me of my dad, that’s why I took her to begin with, to make it easier on him, and my feelings for her were kind of wrapped up in my feelings for him, but that has changed and now it’s more about her just being her sweet Honey self.  I love you, sweet girl, and somewhere in your heart and bones I hope and think you know that.

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