One of the outdoor kittens is now inside. My husband wants to call her/him Sammy. She/he seems comfortable and smiles. We’re hoping she/he likes it in here, and us.She’s/he’s come out of the carrier and talks to us.
COVID may have flavored how much I loved this book. We are at a stage without pets. It is killing us not to have a furry buddy around all the time, so we take our pets in virtually for now.
I knew the job was dangerous when I took on the reading of this book about a sweet cat. They have short lifespans. It’s the reason we are catless and dogless right now. So, I knew the book would not leave me laughing. Yes. My Kleenex were close at hand.
Meanwhile, going into the book, I enjoyed every moment of the author’s journey with his new cat.ย James Lurieย (Narrator) was excellent. I loved how the author and cat bonded. I loved how honest he was about his life before and after Masha.
A warning, if you are feeling the slightest bit vulnerable, you might want to wait. Because I have no self-control regarding books or pets, I went ahead. I was still feverish. So that ending had me ugly crying. My husband was worried for me, But I told him what it was about. He is well now and still can bring himself to read this. Even though a lot of the story Caleb Carr relates sounds like my husband’s relationship with his bonded friend, Rosey. It’s all too raw.
But love is like that. It hurts because of how close we get to the loved one, but it is well worth it every time. So I suggest, if you feel you can handle it, this is one of the best books I’ve read recently. I was lucky to find it on Libby, but I may buy it sometime just to enjoy that love again.
An Enya. A nice case. Strings and tuner in the zipper pocket.
This is so much smaller than my Memorex but has great sound. It is matt black but doesn’t look at all black in the picture. A nice strap came with.
There was a box but I have shared and enjoyed a few.
I’m so glad to be home! So happy to be with my hubby. Glad to get back into my little routine. But I really miss my new friends. Including Mia and Hermione.
Mia was sweet but not feeling well, what with allergies and age against her.
Hermione is such a love I threatened to kidnap her. She’s still with her family. Don’t worry.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โStart with a question.โ Begin your post with the first question that comes to mind when you sit down to write your post. Bonus points if you end your post with a question, too. Have fun!
Which question shall I start with? Shall it be last night’s answer to the prompt when I read it?
Who was the most resilient?
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.
A recent picture of love. Rosey and Chris.
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.
Teddy during the long move from Reno to Christmas Valley.
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?
This came in my memories today. Kali, Rosey, and Teddy taking over my bed. Now it’s up to Rosey to do the job. ๐ฅ
On, the other side, my peacock got a corner filled in.
I worried about the black. But it’s a mixture of dark blues mixed with dark purple and pink. I’m loving it already. I wouldn’t be able to leave the art out with Teddy, or younger Rosey. Kali would have made it more fun as she would have kept me company.
Floundering is almost over. I think I’ve decided to use March for editing to get ready for April’s camp NaNo.
I’m going to be glad not to see this guy every day.
The despair I had when Kali and, within a short while, Teddy crossed the Rainbow Bridge is still hanging on. I don’t know if you ever get over losing someone, even or especially our beloved pets. Even though it was last Spring, these last two losses are still heavy in my heart.
My hair was long when I first met her. Little did I know then that she would be my best buddy for sleeping and walking and chatting.
Teddy jumped into a friend’s car at 3 AM when she was coming to visit us. Just a kitten. Our friend called her mother during the day to look for a possible owner in Garden Grove. Teddy loved the long drive. They didn’t find anyone, so he became ours. He loved getting out on a leash. He could fly between beds even into his last couple of weeks alive. He divorced me when Kali came but toward the end of both of their lives he started sleeping with Kali and I.
We just watched Dogs.
We watch a lot of vet and zoo shows. I can’t help but think there is a dog that needs me as much as I need her/him.
What hit me was the kind priest who loved dogs near the end of the second season of Dogs and the despair those poor dogs felt living on the street with no one to love them. I believe there is a sweetie or two out there for me. That is the hope that heals my sadness.
Working on my series: Haven.
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Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
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I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
Hi! my name is Sebastian (You can call me Seb!) ...welcome to my Blog. I'm a photographer from Worcester, Worcestershire, England. Thanks for dropping by! I hope you enjoy my work.
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