2 months of love and counting...

2 months ago this little black and white angel mewed his way into my heart....he loves to eat, hates his crate, his favorite toy is a paper ball (currently he has about 50). He cuddles and chases my feet and terrorizes his poor blind yorkie sister Button. During the week he entertains himself and is very happy to capitvate my attention and on the weekends he lives to wrestle with his cousin Charlie and make his grandparents smile.

Life goes on

Ob-la-di, ob-la-da life goes on brah
La la how the life goes on
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da life goes on brah
La la how the life goes on

                                      -Sir Paul McCartney, White Album

As I type 3 pounds of wonder is curled up in my lap, this tiny black and white kitten has wormed his way into my heart. I am so glad we found each other!

The trouble with Harry....

Yes, on Saturday a little boy joined my family that for years had been a girls only home...

I know I have Rascal's blessing as she has left her best (ha) traits to him, he's vocal, drinks water like a camel, purrs loudly, cuddled around my neck, want in my lap all the time.

Now a new adventure for a new year begins...

is 2 days too soon?

I knew it was a mistake to walk into PetCo...my mother had been there earlier today to get my canine sister Chloe some cookies. She told me about Harry, 3 months old, black and white and a noisy little guy. He is all that but I don't know if he is what I need right now.

If it's meant to be it will be...and it will be ok with Rascal...

wow, 2015

can't believe I haven't blogged in almost 2 years, so much has happened....

As I begin this new year sans cats. Sweet Pea died during my stay at my parents when I dislocated my hip in 2013, Rascal died yesterday; she waited for me to get to Lakeland to my parents house where she and my porkie yorkie were staying during my short work week. The Tuesday before Christmas she attempted to jump back onto my bed and missed her footing injuring her back legs, the bathtub became her playpen. At the age of 15 she mostly slept so it was no big deal to her. There were several moments from Christmas until last Sunday that I thought she was done but she held on. My mother greeted me at the front door; telling me how Rascal was the first one in the kitchen for breakfast that morning and she ate a big meal. I found her bright and mewing for me, I sat down with her and she talked to me, I gave her her favorite soft treats, she ate one or two and I looked away. Her little body went limp and soon she was gone. She waited for me to say good bye. My two girls are buried just beyond the bedroom window near a Plumeria tree...don't know if I'll be able to sleep without her purring in my ear...

I started a new job on December 8th in the private sector. Nice people and much better pay than the state of Florida...can't wait for the time change so I can get all my steps in.

Resolved to do so many things, I'll let you know if I succeed.