MISS PEACH'S COZY COTTAGE
Remember...only in our tomorrows will we realize what we had in our yesterdays.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
I also sat with mommy and Lapdaddy all through their Ginger Rogers movie last night....that made them so happy. I got to sleep in some fresh kitty litter so I had the last meow after all....when you are 17 years old...you ALWAYS get the last meow...it is sort of like a senior Catizen discount!
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Mommy loves KANSAS!!! Some sweet friends live there...like Miss Janet...and Miss Jill...and Miss Karla Nathan. She used to live there and remembers the wonderful seasons spent in the Land of Ahhhhhz with it's tall praire grasses and friendly folks. I hope you liked the video...I love my mommy too but she is not as warm to snuggle with like my Lapdaddy.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Well...here is the horrible video of me being in prison and begging for bail! I know it is a bit dark at first but hang in there with me and see if it gets better...
So mommy is the mean prison matron, who kept me in the jail basket in front of the warm stove blowing thingy, (which felt kinda nice, but don't tell the beans) after she dunked me into the bath tub, to wash off all of the kitty litter dust I have in my furs...thank you for being my hero once again dear Lapdaddy and posting my bail...I LOVE YOU!!
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
1}Sleeping in my litter box
2}Sleeping in my litter box on Sunday
3}Sleeping in my litter box on Monday
4}Sleeping in my litter box on Tuesday
5}Sleeping in my litter box on Wednesday
6}Sleeping in my litter box on Thursday
7}Sleeping in my litter box on Friday
8}Sleeping in my litter box on Saturday
9}Sleeping in my litter box after mommy fills it up with Lavendar scented Fresh Step!
10}Sleeping in my litter box on vacations at the ocean...
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
"Hey silly kitty, why are you drinking from the faucet when you have such a nice water spilling machine to drink from?"
All in all, I enjoyed my visit from Cole and his little brother Lincoln...but boy does he ask a lot of questions!
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
This is the ture story about one of those times.
Lottie is a 14 year old odd eyed white Devon girl. She was turned in to a kill shelter in Dallas. Her time clock was ticking and she was scheduled to be put down 2 days from the time I heard about her. One of the girls at the shelter called a friend of hers who breeds sphynx (Nina Adkins) who in turn called me, who in turn called the shelter. I was scheduled to drive to Kansas that week, the breeder in Dallas, Nina, was planning a trip to Houston that week and I had someone looking for a rescue in east Texas (Bert & Nita). I called them, told them her age and that I didn't even know what color she was or anything about her personality or health at that time. They said, pull her, we will foster her if she doesn't fit here. I called Nina. She went to the shelter, they released Lottie to the DRRL. Nina drove Scared little Lottie to Houston. She spent the night with me and we packed up the next morning to make the trek across the midwest. I drove to the Foster in East Texas. Lottie came out of the carrier purring and head butting Nita / Bert and the new Family. We ate a lovely meal, I spent the night with them and then continued my trip to Kansas. The next day, Bert and Nita took sweet Lottie to the vet. I had noticed in that short time that Lottie was drinking and urinating an awful lot. I had made a list of things to address with their vet and they took that list with them. The vet visit was done, I called Bert and Nita while still on my road trip. Lottie only weighs 5 lbs 4 oz., she only has 2 teeth left, she has an elevated white count, her eyes are weepy, she has Chronic Kidney Failure and she also has deforming Squamos Cell Carcinoma on both ears which twists and knarls the pinna of the ears. She is a sight for sore eyes but she has soul, fight and a loving sweetness that wins you over. When we got her from the shelter, her nails were so long that they curled into her pads and all of the fur on the backs of her hocks was missing which appeared to be from extended time in a cage or other small space, in the same position.
Lottie doesn't have an extended amount of time with us before she makes the trek across the Rainbow Bridge. We tried to contact the family that had turned her in to the shelter, in hopes of finding out a bit more about her past, as well as her breeding pedigree, but unfortunately they gave a bogus name, address and the phone number was disconnected. Nita and Bert then stated that they knew that there was a reason that she had come to them. They volunteered that she stay there and not be moved again until her death. Lottie now sleeps with a family that truly cares about her. She curls up on Nita's pillow, is the only cat in the house, is allowed to be... rest, heal and grow older.
Lottie, your lot in life is to end it as a beloved member of a family that loves you! I can't believe the depth of love that has been shown to this aged girl. I take my hat off to this Foster family who had no idea what they were getting into but who graciously stepped up to the plate after seeing this elderly girl who had yearned for years for a lap instead of a cage to call her own.
My thanks to North Texas Humane Society for releasing her without charge to the DRRL. My thanks to Nina Adkins for retrieving her from the shelter and then driving her to Houston to me and my deepest thanks to Nita and Bert for agreeing to foster this very ill girl and to love her and to give her free run of their house and their hearts for now. Thank you from the bottom of my heart!
When Lottie passes, Nita and Bert could sure use a kitten!!!
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Afternoon tea with Tasha always included
sharing stories from our daily lives with each other. Winslow continues that tradition here.
This Tea Story is dedicated to Chickahominy, who passed away late last year.
Some chickens are real individuals. The most notable chicken Tasha ever knew was Chickahominy. His mother was a bearded Belgium bantam that started her clutch of eggs early in spring, and failed to hatch any save one, at which point she abandoned the effort. Rescued by Tasha from the cold, and thawed atop the double boiler on the woodstove, Chickahominy soon demonstrated his penchant for woodstoves, tea, gardening, scrambled eggs, traveling and people, especially Tasha.
Chickahominy often accompanied Tasha on her frequent excursions in the spring to plant nurseries, though he did squawk at tractor trailer trucks, especially those not pulling a trailer. They reminded Tasha of a 'rooster that had lost its tail feathers during the molt.' When Tasha was out gardening, Chickahominy invariably accompanied her. He liked to scratch around for worms and take dust baths, but at the sight of a hawk would rush under Tasha’s skirts. In fact at the sight of a butterfly he would utter the danger call chickens make, but did stand his ground on such occasions and even scratch extra hard at the dirt to show he was not really concerned.
At tea time, Chickahominy balanced on the edge of the porch and kept an eye on things. Occasionally he might request a cracker, but was always content with just one, and after eating would perch on Tasha’s knee, fluff his feathers and settle down with the ineffable contentment only chickens can possess. He would even utter a few quiet notes, shut his eyes and take a nap.
When Chickahominy was very little, Tasha would put a small towel under him and tuck him into her dress, just above the waistline where it is tied. On one such occasion Tasha went grocery shopping, and at the checkout counter the clerk paused, looked around and said: “Do I hear a chicken?” Without a moments hesitation Tasha explained her hearing aid occasionally made such sounds, though it might be mentioned she never did wear one.
During the winter Chickahominy lived indoors, for his traumatic hatching and subsequent abandonment by his natural mother predisposed him to sensitivity to cold. He lived in the loom room in an airy coop, and flourished on a diet of green peas, the occasional scrambled egg, cracked corn and Breton Original crackers. There was some friction between Chickahominy, the corgi Megan, and Lazarina, a rock dove Tasha rescued in circumstances similar to Chickahominy’s. The difficulty with Megan began shortly after she was picked up from Boston following her transatlantic flight from England. Chickahominy greeted Megan by pecking her on the bottom, and she never forgave him. Lazarina, a good flyer, had a fondness for Breton crackers as well, and would sometimes alight beside Chickahominy when he was enjoying one. This was not to his approval, and he would flap his wings at her and suggest she move on. On such occasions Tasha would say it is not a peaceable kingdom.
Chickahominy was afflicted with a proclivity towards one thing in particular: Shoes, especially when on someone’s feet. Like an 18th century gentleman, he can’t resist a well turned ankle, Tasha would remark from the kitchen when a visitor was greeted by a flapping of wings and a beak to the foot. After Tasha passed away in June 2008, Chickahominy went to live with Amy and Winslow, where he spent considerable time in the summer cruising around the gardens with the bantam hen Annadama, and later her brood of fluffy chicks. He did miss Tasha, however, and occasionally headed through the woods to her house around four in the afternoon. Perhaps he hoped to find her on the front porch having tea. Chickahominy passed away last November. He was fourteen years old. Before you put your tea cup in the sink and leave, please click here to see the most delightful group of rescue knitters for a worthy cause you have ever seen.