Category: Animals
I’m sorry A-Z Challenge, I’m so behind. But I’ll try to make up the alphabet soup on Monday. I’m two book reviews behind, too. My brain thinks we have a newborn. And Finishing Friday is sadly behind.
I did finally get to the doctor’s office for my routine physical. Yay, ME! Now for all the follow through.
I found this on one of my favorite groups on Facebook, Returning Piano Students. This group is inspiring and challenging.
Speaking of piano, I gave myself all Fs a couple days ago. And gave up at 10 minutes. Lack of sleep can make the brain into mush. I couldn’t stay in any key signatures and misread ledger lines. But today all went well. It was fun.
Funny you should bring these as our prompt.
New pets are awesome. Their cuteness brings out our musical “Awwwws”
But cleaning the accidents or taking the dog outside? We are at the, “Not it!” Stage. And when it seems you are the only choice, the inner grump attaches the leash and mutters, “Aw, shucks!” Or other more forceful quotations.
Yeah. We’re there.
“This, too, will come to pass.”
Who can refuse this face?❤️
Already? This week is a blur. A fuzzy blur.
I pulled out my knitting for the first time this week. So I can only claim a couple of rows in Chris’s socks this morning. So it’s not worth taking a picture. I still have a couple of inches of arch ribbing until the heel. The other two pair, I’ve done nothing.
I did finish more books so over the next few days I’ll post reviews.
I didn’t even get around to playing piano today and the week has been full of short sessions. One day I only managed 15 minutes. Today, none.
I’d love to blame the trio of fuzz but honestly, I drank too much caffeine yesterday so spent my night in bed as a tree full of owls. I’ll try to make up for it over the weekend.
The real progress has been our fur babies.
Milo, oh, by the way, that’s the pup’s new name, finally did his business outside instead of the kitchen and hallway. He rarely barks at us as we come out of other rooms. It was so hard at first. He seemed never to recognize us. And he was over-rambunctious around his black buddy, Shiloh, now he’s calming down.
Sammie is finally joining the rest of us. So it may not be long until he feels his confidence again.
Hopefully, we will all be able to be calm and sleep.
To get this guy to this point.
Such a sweetie. This is rare. Rather four adult humans are taking turns taking him outside, preventing his too exuberant play with Shiloh and soon, Sammie.
As of today we’ve named him Milo. He actually comes to that moniker.
Chris goes to bed early and gets up at 3. That’s when I go to bed.
I keep reminding myself of the days when we first got Kali. I often said she was harder to deal with than my 4 children ever were. But years later when she grew old, senile, blind, and ill, I loved her so dearly, a year later I’m still getting tears thinking of her. So, I know this new stuff will fade and our friendship will grow solid and strong.
We miss Sammie and his confidence. Today he finally came out to the living room. He and Shiloh met. I think they will be friends. But poor Milo has so much energy and it scares them.
It’s a work in progress. Oh, did I mention we got spoiled by two days of 70 degrees? Yeah. Beautiful. Walk that pup!
Today is cold and windy. Rain and snow is expected by tomorrow and for the rest of the week, into the weekend.
Walking in this cold is hard for me, especially while trying to train Milo to heel and do his business. So far he only waters little bushes. He saves the other for the warmth of the kitchen. So yeah, a lot to learn for all of us.
That’s it for Shiloh, Milo, Sammie and their humans.
Oh! I almost forgot! Shiloh loves to play the piano. For that I nearly renamed him Ebony.
Really, it’s Wednesday; since Sunday we have been on the same rollercoaster as parents of a newborn, taking shifts, calming noises, cleaning accidents, having fun, bingeing Caesar shows about getting along with dogs.
Not so good pics
Crunchie, whose name needs a change in this place where he’s prey size, is slowly settling in.
Every time one of us leaves and reenters the room he barks a lot. But he reaches full relaxation easily. He has claimed Chris’s chair.
Or a nice place on the floor.
Sammie and newbie, Shiloh, are staying hidden.
All fuzzies and humans except me, are male. Both cats are neutered. But Crunch still needs that. He’s only a year and will be on a leash until we feel he safely knows his boundaries, and has been fixed and completely vaxed.
We are so happy. It was wonderful to see my son. But he’s got a lot to work on at home so we only got a short visit.
Thing is… We’re “baby proofing”. 🤞🤞🤞The new fuzzy kiddos are coming up tomorrow. So we’re busy around here.😀
I’ll try to ‘stream’ the babies in if I can, tomorrow.
Meanwhile, Sammie doesn’t seem very worried.
Depression has been visiting for a year due to fur-babies and then one of my best friends passed.
An issue with the elderly adopting pets had me angry. My pets grew old and died. My brother died when I was 24 and he was 21. I’ve seen so many cases where the pet saves the person and vice versa. Pets should not just be for the wealthy and young. Many of us would love to even foster pets but on our budget and with disabilities that make it difficult we have been turned down. It just seems unfair, you know?
A couple of days ago, our noon news was replaced with a widely viewed Newscast for the state instead of local counties’ usual show. These days one always holds their breath when news changes or interrupts suddenly. My husband got on the web to find out why.
Around the time of the pandemic, a new newscaster came on. She was young and the make-up people overdid her beautiful face. As time went on the make-up became more flattering. She became confident. We grew to love her coming into our homes every day. She was a fur-baby lover. She had the rescue of the week on Thursdays and I think I remember her adopting a couple. She loved animals.
This is what we found out:
https://www.kold.com/2024/12/16/13-news-remembers-ana-orsini/
https://www.cbsnews.com/news/ana-orsini-tucson-arizona-news-anchor-dies-age-28-kold-tv/
Which question shall I start with? Shall it be last night’s answer to the prompt when I read it?
We lost Kali over a year ago. Why does it seem like less than a month ago? Kali’s Death
Shortly after that, Teddy left us. Could I miss anyone as much as I missed them? (Teddy’s story is easily researched here.)
So, the third question is the one I’m answering first, and the answer is plain: Rosey outlasted the rest of the furry trio. Yikes. I already am speaking in the past tense. I hadn’t planned to do that last night.
What is Rosey’s story? Well, when we moved to Reno, we had only had Panda, a tuxedo sweetie. Then, our friend Kieu brought us a little Teddy. It wasn’t long until Panda was playing and, we think, had a heart attack as he was gone. Sadly, we were at our writers’ meeting, so we didn’t get to say goodbye. My brother and Son-in-Love were home to take care of the felines.
Teddy and Chris were heartbroken, so we didn’t wait long to grieve. As much as we needed a new friend, we also realized that there had to be furry friends looking for us, so we went to the shelter. Chris, my brother, and I wandered the shelter for a couple hours. As many animals were adorable, nothing seemed to call out for us. Then, just as we were leaving, I felt something off to the other side of the call to me. I walked over, and there was this black cat wanting all my attention. Without waiting, I reached into her cage and picked her up. The attendant was surprised at how easily I held her. She asked us to a visiting room to see how we all got along. David and I sat on the floor, expecting the kitty to come right to us. Nope. She walked right by us straight up to Chris on the bench at the back of the room. She jumped in his lap and started licking his face. He giggled like a little kid. His face was red with happiness. And so it was when Rosey was 12 years old she adopted my husband. I sometimes felt a slight jealousy of the way they clicked together. But I was happy they were both happy.
Teddy seemed to like Rosey, so we had a good thing. Teddy would choose me, so we each had a cat on our laps. They loved riding in the car.
But when Kali came into the picture, Teddy divorced me. I tried to let him know I still loved him, but it took him a while to get over feeling replaced. Towards his end, he chose me again and Kali.
When Kali joined us, Rosey was already 14 years old or older. She already felt like a bit of a grump around the more energetic Teddy and Kali, but we could tell she missed them when they were gone.
As of last night, we had been on a bit of a vigil for about a week. She refused food and soon refused drink. Again, the horrid choice, take the hour-and-a-half drive or just try to make her as comfortable as we could. She was 22. We dosed her with bone broth and water as that was all she’d tolerate. Although alert and loving, we knew it wasn’t long for her. Every night, we wondered if she’d be with us in the morning. Even on her last days, she walked/crawled the hallway to our room, looking for Chris to hold her.
This morning, we woke early. David found her in the livingroom end of the hallway. She was still breathing. He lifted her up, and within a few moments, she stopped breathing. After our goodbyes, David buried her with her special bed. She loved it so much we couldn’t think of her without it, or it without her.
How quiet can a house get? She wasn’t noisy but… How lonely are we going to be without her?
Darswords 
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