Christmas was coming, but I was slow to get ready. I loved decorating my little trees; I loved wrapping presents and I loved sending cards to all my friends--both e-cards and the old fashioned paper kind. And yet...
November came and went and I did nothing to prepare for my favorite time of the year. Molly didn't feel well. She was scratching and biting herself until she bled. The poor cat looked forlorn.
And I didn't feel so well myself. My joints ached and I had no energy. And my skin was even more broken out than usual. Murphy was hiding so well that I could not find him; he seemed withdrawn. Only Maks was his usual lively self.
Finally I realized that Murphy, Molly and I were missing Monty. Maks had only known him for a brief time, but I had loved him for seventeen years. The vet could find no physical reason for Molly to be hurting herself, but I think I understand.
Molly is better now and Murphy is not hiding as much. And I finally decorated my cottage, wrapped the gifts and sent out my cards. I had a beautiful Christmas with both my daughters, their families and their dogs and cats. I went to Christmas Eve services at Christ Church and its sister, the Center for Spirituality at San Pablo. I was surrounded by love and felt at peace. But I think of Monty often and hope he is waiting for the time we can be together again.
Tuesday, December 26, 2017
Thursday, October 19, 2017
Friday, June 2, 2017
When I moved into my imaginary cottage three years ago, there was no garden--nothing but the big tree pictured above. The side garden had several ugly dying plants and big metal things for power and cable. I was not encouraged.
I'm very good at scavenging so be careful when you put something out for the garbage, guys, because if you decide you want it back, I will have taken it. The big ceramic pot on the rusty (I love rust) holder was a major find. Most of my pots were "found" objects, as were the rusty wrought iron chairs, the trellis, the bird bath and some of the plants. Why would anyone throw out a live plant? Well, they do so I revive it, give it a little Miracle Grow and put the plant in a bigger container (which I found by the side of the road.)
The lacy tree in
the back of the picture began its life in my garden as a puny sprout which grew and grew until I had to remove it from its pot and plant it.
But the loveliest thing in my garden appeared of its own accord last night--a fawn. I saw him in the glow of a street lamp placidlyeating the shining leaves.
Saturday, April 29, 2017
|Maks show off his now furry nub.|
If I am changing the bed linens, Maks contributes by leaping into the air many times and then rolling around in the very sheets I am trying to remove. So I remove Maks from the bed, but he leaps onto the bed yet again, rolls over on his back and waves all four legs in the air. He is sooooo happy! AND he's helping Mommy!
Maks wonders if he can steal Molly's food.
Molly stares at Maks, then enumerates all the dreadful things she will do to him,
if he so much as touches the remains of her food.
Maks slinks away.
But Maks' very favorite way to help Mommy is to watch the toilet flush! He stands on the toilet seat with his head in the bowl and closely watches the blue cleaner swirling down to the dark nether regions. What a wonderful time Maks is having!
However, Mommy is exhausted and retires to her big, comfy chair with her iced tea and the paper. Oh, good, now Maks can shred the newspaper while Mommy is reading it!
But old, wise Monty passes by and says, "Kid, don't even think about it." Maks recognizes the wisdom of this and decides to take a nap. Right next to Monty.
Sunday, April 2, 2017
The only thing Maks is not good at is being a cat model as these pictures will show. By the time the flash goes off, he has moved.
The other day Maks was having a serious conversation with Monty who is 16 and wise in the ways of the world. He mentioned that he would like to get married and father kittens. Maks and his wife and children would all live with their Mommy Linda!
But Monty said, "You will never father kittens, dopey Maks. Someone took your manhood!"
Maks was astounded. What was his manhood? Why would someone take it?
"Probably some TNR program," Monty said and promptly fell asleep.
What in the world was TNR? Maks would have kittens; he WOULD! But first he needed a wife and where would he find one since he wasn't allowed outside?
Thursday, February 23, 2017
I was walking by the azalea hedge when I heard a very faint meow. I looked down into the bush and there sat a black kitten and he didn't look well. I bent down and called to him in a low voice and he came right out. I petted him and talked softly to him as I was assessing his injuries. His tail was limp and broken and he had several injuries on his body. And the poor little kitten was extremely skinny. I could tell his tail was infected and I was pretty sure that without treatment he would die. I took him inside and fed him some soft food and gave him a bowl of water while I called the vet. The poor little guy was not thrilled when I placed him in a carrier and put him in the car. There was no yowling, just soft tiny sounds that continued until we arrived at the vet's.
His tail had to be amputated immediately before the infection spread throughout his painfully thin body. I hated to leave him but I knew the surgery had to be done. When I picked him up the next morning, he was so glad to see me that I almost cried. I was given pain medication, instructions and a plastic cone to prevent him from pulling out the stitches. As we placed him in the carrier, the vet tech asked if I was keeping him.
"Of course, I'm keeping him. We've bonded.
His name is Maks."
And Maks was quiet all the way home.