Tuesday, April 1, 2014

What is love?

Its April first.

 April fools day.

 Also the day I tell my 2 fur babies

Happy Birthday.

Lilli is first because she came first. My friend had a mama cat have 11

kittens in her garage. It was during a crazy Thunderstorm with 80 mile

Lilli the Kat 18=93

per hour winds. Deb went into her garage the next day to get her

wheelbarrow and there was this nest of kittens on a pile of tarps in the


When they were old enough we went out and

got them and bathed them to get the fleas off. With me all the while

saying, "I'm just bathing not taking I don't want another animal and

don't try to make me either." Deb just laughed and handed me another

furry little waif out of the laundry basket. I scrubbed her teeny little

body, ( it was smaller than a Barbie) and then rubbed her with the

towel and herself all the while purring like a freight train.

As I looked her over i looked into her HUGE green eyes and saw those big ole Yoda ears and said "Your so bitty."

She promptly reached out and put both her paws on each side of my chin and pulled me forward.

I tucked her up to my face and she gave my chin a nibble and that was it. I was a goner. She came to live

with me. She is a creature of habit. She stays upstairs mostly in her "room" but about nine PM she meows til I go

up and go to bed. She then comes in and gently side chews my arm it doesn't hurt) and then gives it a bath.

Afterwards she lays on top of me and purrs really loud while i gently give her a good head scratch. Shes a funny

girl, she would roll over and show her belly but if you ever tried to touch it she would go nuts. If you played with

her you better wear an oven mitt on your hand because she might get crazy. She does not do those things now but

she still comes in and lays on top whoever is in bed. She's and equal opportunity lover.

Cali the Cattle Dog 13 = 65
Cali the Cattle dog. My kindergarten empty nest dog.

When Conor went to kindergarten I was lonely. So Larry

agreed I could have a dog. I blogged about looking for

the perfect dog. It was an adventure that ranged from

Slaughterville to Midwest City.  We looked for quite

awhile before we found her but she was a perfect fit.

 She is so smart.

We could tell her "Find the boy" and she would go

search for Conor til he opened the closet door or

came out from under the bed or jumped out of the

closet where she would wag her propeller tail around and around and kiss him like he'd been gone for ages. She

loves fetch and howling at the Noon siren on Saturday.

She has a terrible love leak which means she must be petted belly rubbed and doted on frequently. Shes so smart.

 She will poke you incessantly with her nose and then lead you to what she needs whether its the back door  or her

water bowl. She taught the Yorkie how to help her catch the squirrels in the back yard.

My babies are getting old. They don't play like they did. They have lots of grey fur. They sleep a lot more.

But to me these are the best years. I look at the grey fur on the face, I smile at the snoring, I make soft warm

places for them to lay. I give them medicine and stroke their sweet faces and hold them gently and try to give them

back the love and joy and comfort they have given me. Thank you my babies. Thank you for answering the

question, "What is love."


  1. awww…such a sweet post. Love to hear about your fur babies. They sound precious!

  2. Aw! This post reminds me of the love I had for my childhood pets. It makes me want to nuzzle something soft.