During the four-and-a-half weeks that Nami was missing (see Nami on the Loose here), my husband and I took many trips to the local shelter to see if she had been brought in. I enjoyed petting all the cats, and if they did not indicate they wanted to […]
Nami, our 13-year-old Bengal cat went missing in late July. She is an indoor cat with access to our backyard through the pet door, but our backyard is protected with The Cat Fence . (The current Cat Fence shown in the link looks like prison fencing; our 15-year-old […]
Russell Sprout was our gardener, and I put in a garden for many years just for him. He loved visiting the plants, encouraging and admiring them. He took credit for all our successes as we harvested grapes, tomatoes, tomatillos, and peppers. He spent a lot of time in […]
I’ve been thinking about Russell Sprout lately. (If you missed his passing, it is mentioned in an earlier post about loss in general, 8 Lessons about Letting Go.) He was pretty aloof most of the time, not what I expected. I’ve had such affectionate cats, that I didn’t […]
I am back in a familiar place that I don’t want. I wrote in January about being on a Runaway Train that’s out of control. Now, I’m back on the train, and it’s picking up speed. We’ve already lost two of our family this year (Nutty and Jackson) […]
It is so easy to take things for granted. If they come every day, we tend to think they will always be there. It was nice to meet Jackson, who took nothing for granted. He showed us how to live the attitude of gratitude. It all started two […]
Rescue organizations are full of “lost” pets, right? Not necessarily. An animal communicator I know tells me that many of these animals consciously ran away from a home they didn’t want. They were willing to risk euthanasia to find a home that suited them more. I heard what […]
Originally posted on A Simple, Village Undertaker:
The first cat video to make it on to this blog. Courtesy of Gerard at The Presurfer Blog. Be More Dog. Good advice for all of us.
He invites me with a wiggle of his hips and the come-hither look in his eyes. As I near him, he stops and gives a sharp sound of delight. “Welcome to my garden,” he says, “thank you for tending it for me.” Russell Sprout was born feral and […]
