Its April first.
April fools day.
Also the day I tell my 2 fur babies
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|
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|
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."