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Thursday, 30 October 2008
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Another loss...
The orange tabby cat came with the house. I tried to discourage his wanting to hang around after we moved in. But he never really left...only got skinnier because I refused to feed him. He got to be too skinny and I couldn't stand it anymore. He was allowed to stay. Once he settled in, we discovered that he was an amazingly friendly and loving cat. Just wanted to be stroked...and to lick your feet. I didn't have a problem with that...it felt good. So for two years that's what Garfield did. But today he was lethargic and cried all the time. I had noticed that recently he seemed to have a kidney problem. We took him to see the vet. Garfield had an obstruction. That would mean lots of money for a temporary fix and special food the rest of his life. So we had to do what we had to do. We will miss him. Moral: If you move, take your cat with you so that the new family who moves in won't be forced to love him.
Personally, I'm kinda tired of crying over the loss of animals. But such is life and death...you can't have one without the other.Last pic of sick Garfield
Tuesday, 07 October 2008
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So beauuutiful!
This little critter was hangin' around on the patio one evening. It's weird, but I've never seen one of these in the wild before. (I've seen lots at the Tyler zoo in their exhibit, though.) It wasn't very skittish. It let me touch it several times before it started walking Spiderman-like across the wall. (Info on the web says it prefers walking to jumping.) Cool. Oh, by the way...it's a Green Treefrog. Go here to hear what it sounds like. It has an eerie chant.
Monday, 14 July 2008
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Back in the saddle...
...well, not literally, as I am too old to get in an actual saddle, perhaps. But anyway, I am ridin' the cyber-range again, after having had issues with my aircard (also known as my-last-resort-to-get-high-speed-internet-at-my-house card) for several weeks now. An hour and a half on the phone with Muhammed (a very professional and nice tech that didn't have a foreign accent. Yay!) and it's all fixed.
(Now, if I can just get up the courage to call Dell and spend 6 hours on the phone with them to get the Dell desktop fixed...)
Yee haw!
Wednesday, 02 July 2008
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I guess I hafta do this...
Workin' through it...I guess posting a memorial to my kitty will help. To those who have loved and lost, it may strike a familiar chord. My kitty Pewter (affectionately called "Pootie" by most, except Danny S. who referred to her as "the dying cat") had diabetes for the last 2 and a half years of her 12 years. Her prognosis: to keep her alive, 2 injections a day or 3 pills a day. We opted for the pills. So for the past 2 and a half years we have given her 2,649 pills. Always. Every day. Three pills. She did relatively well. Only the past 6 months did she begin to show the debilitating effects of the disease. Pootie was a dog-cat, which made her fun. She would bring her toys to you in hopes that you would play with her. She's the only cat I've ever had that did that. She would always acknowledge your presence and greet you with a smacky meow and squinty, soft eyes. (oops, getting a little misty again here) She was a bluecream tortoiseshell calico (gray instead of black) and, by trait, had the interesting feature of biting very hard...something about their jaws in that breed. She bit hard, or not at all. So when wrestling with her as a kitten, my hand and arms had to be wrapped very well. And when she saw me wrapping up my arm (usually a thick housecoat), she was excited that play was imminent. Needless to say, play sessions grew increasingly scarce as she grew up...ouch. She wasn't a lap cat at all, but loved to be stroked briefly and for the last 3 or 4 years greatly desired to be "stretched" (shown below, for your convenience) several times a day. That was cute. Hmmm...I could go on and on about this amazing little creature that God blessed us with (and probably should, since this entry will be seen by so few anyway, so few will be bored), but I will show restraint and end this. Don't wanna cry all day today too, so I'll go get busy occupying my time with other matters.
Monday, 30 June 2008
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Huh?!
What happened to the carrots I planted?! They (shown below, for your convenience) turned purple! Oh, okay...I knew they were going to be purple since I planted purple carrots. What I didn't know was how they would taste. Like orange carrots, you ask? Yeah, except with a little zing. Interesting. I pulled up some little white carrots just 'cause I was curious about them, too. They have a very strong carrot taste. Well, anyway, I really don't like carrots very much...of any color!
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