MY BLOG WAS FORMERLY KNOWN AS, "STONEY HILL CABIN", BUT WE'VE MOVED TO THE COUNTRY AND I NO LONGER HAVE A BACKYARD CABIN. THIS WONDERFUL OLD HOUSE WAS BUILT IN 1919 AND I OFTEN WONDER ABOUT HOW THIS AREA LOOKED BACK THEN. WE'RE JUST DOWN THE ROAD FROM THE SMALL TOWN OF LIBERTY AND SINCE WE HOPE THIS WILL BE THE FAMILY GATHERING PLACE, I DECIDED "LIBERTY HOMESTEAD" WOULD BE A FITTING NAME. OUR BIG RED BARN IS NOW A SAFE HAVEN FOR OUR RESCUED CATS AND THEY SEEM TO HAVE ADJUSTED WELL. NEIGHBORS WAVE AS THEY PASS AND WE LOVE WATCHING THE TRACTORS, PLOWS, AND COMBINES ON THE ROADS AND IN THE FIELDS AT PLANTING AND HARVEST TIMES. THIS FEELS LIKE HOME.

Sunday, February 9, 2014

THE LAST FEW MILES


February is here already. The days and weeks since Christmas have gone by quickly and we're nearly ready to celebrate Valentine's Day. I'm SO behind the times. It seems as if I just put away Christmas decorations!
Recently, my sisters and I were able to sell our mom's house and now we're on the last leg of the journey to let go of our childhood home. We're in the process of removing the last of her possessions from it. We've made progress but still have a lot to do. It's difficult to coordinate our schedules so the three of us can be at the house together. We absolutely have to get this done, no more procrastinating. We need closure, though I'm sure on our very last day in the house, we'll be walking down memory lane.
Looking after our  mom was one long journey from dementia and strokes, to Alzheimer's, with many hospital and rehab stops along the way. We can't say for certain when it all began. In retrospect, we realize the signs were there many years ago, but we didn't recognize them at such. The sad fact was, our mother hadn't been our "Mom" for a long time but we attributed her memory loss to aging. Don't we all forget things now and then? The signs were not just memory loss, but the inability to balance her checkbook, use her VCR or CD player, and even to use the phone. Her usual organization of bills and bank statements became a mess of constantly shuffled papers and she lost track of which medications she'd taken and when she'd taken them. I'm sure my sisters lost count of the times they rushed over to her house because they couldn't reach her, only to find she simply hadn't replaced the phone securely on the receiver.
A few years ago, Mom was (thankfully) forced to give up driving, which upset her immensely, but her safety and the safety of others were at stake. She asked my sister to sell her car, but when it was sold, Mom had a meltdown and accused us of selling it without her knowledge. That was just the tip of the iceberg. There was so much frustration and emotional pain during the last two decades - for Mom and for us - that we're truly ready to have all of this behind us so we can move on with our lives. Mom certainly didn't ask for Alzheimer's, nor did we, but it's what we were given and I hope our mother would approve of how we've dealt with everything.

After this final step, I intend to get back to sewing projects, blogging, and spending more time with my cats. I've missed all of those things but at times, I had no incentive to do any of them. When I think back to all the things my family and I have dealt with these past three years, it's mind-boggling. I realize other families sometimes deal with worse things, but for us, all of this took place in such a short span of time and dealing with them took all our time and energy - Glenn's mom's illnesses, surgeries, and passing, the move here, the selling of Glenn's and my former home (and bidding a last farewell to my backyard cabin), Glenn's Dad's illnesses, surgeries, and passing, the selling of Glenn's family home, Mom's strokes, hospitalizations, entries into rehab,  moving her from her home of 60 years to a senior facility  close to me, her many health complications, her last terrible fall, and subsequent passing - all of these things added up to one giant roller coaster ride. So now we're at the end of that ride. The roller coaster is slowing and on February 28th, the closing date on Mom's house, it will come to a stop. The journey has been bittersweet. We haven't actually had time to be sad or melancholy about letting go of the family homes since there was so much paper work and many things to do in order to get them ready for sale. Right now, it seems more of a relief to have them sold, than something about which to be sad. In some ways, that's sad in itself. 
P.S. As of last night, we appear to have a problem. As luck would have it, we seem to have reached an impasse with the prospective buyers of Mom's house. My sister and I think we are being more than fair, very generous in fact, but the buyers want more and more from us. I think we're going to stand firm and if that means the deal falls through, we'll try again. This is very frustrating. We only recently learned that our realtor is also representing the buyers. Isn't that conflict of interest? He's going on vacation tomorrow and won't return until a few days before the closing. What timing. 



Wednesday, December 25, 2013

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

I  hope all of you found some joy on this Christmas Day. Glenn and I spent a very nice day with our daughter and her family. Once home, we started a fire in the Buck stove, warmed some leftovers for supper, and with only the tree lights and mantel lights burning, watched Polar Express, my most favorite Christmas movie. The ambiance was wonderful. Tonight is surely better than last night. It was not the Christmas Eve I'd planned, but I'll save that story for another time.
We connected with some friends and family this evening via emails, phone calls, and texts. Don't we just love technology? Without it we wouldn't be able to converse with those who are separated from us by distance. It's a quiet evening and we're winding down from all the preparations, decorations, and expectations of this season. I hope all of you are finding peace, joy, and comfort tonight. I wish you a very Merry Christmas!
 

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

WHERE HAS THE YEAR GONE?

Time seems to slip away from me these days. Here it is Christmas Eve "already" and though I'm not feeling particularly rushed at the moment, I'd like this day to last for about a week so I could savor the feelings, the nostalgia, and the joy of this season.
 
Decorating my home for Christmas took much longer than I'd anticipated and I don't think the enthusiasm was there as it should have been, but I'm fine with what I was able to accomplish. As I uncovered each box of Christmas treasures I'd collected or made through the years, the joy and enthusiasm came back to me. At times I think I have WAY too many decorations, but I do love this season and enjoy making my home look and feel cozy and inviting - at least that's my intention. In any case, decorating and arranging Christmas treasures was how I chose to have fun.
 
Yesterday my grandkids came over for a cookie-baking session and game night. What joy they add to my life! Grandson is 19 and attends Ohio State University and Granddaughter is 14 (going on 30) and has blossomed into quite a young lady. I'm so glad they still want to visit and bake cookies with Nana. I so wish I'd had the opportunity to do that with one of my grandmothers. Both of them were older when I was born and they didn't interact much with my siblings or me. It was a different time then. My grandkids don't know what it's like to not have grandparents who love to do things with them. I can't change my childhood, but I can surely continue to make memories with my grandkids. I hope they'll keep those memories in their hearts and pass them down to their grandkids one day.

Happy cookie-baking and gift-wrapping! Savor this day.


Wednesday, November 13, 2013

IT'S BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE.....

 
For my entire adult life I've resisted rushing the seasons. I've never liked seeing Christmas items in stores before Halloween and I didn't even think about decorating for Christmas until Thanksgiving was over but this year will be different.
                                                                                                              
Thanksgiving comes a bit late this time around, which means if I wait until the weekend afterward to begin decorating, I'll have just a little over three weeks to get everything out and the trees in place and decorated - in addition to shopping, cleaning, baking, and gift wrapping. Of course, no one forces me to decorate every nook and cranny of my house, but I like doing it. Last year I had a large tree in the family room, a tall primitive tree in the sunroom. a small tabletop vintage tree in the parlor, a red tabletop tree in the dining room (decorated with red and white crocheted potholder dresses and miniature baking utensils), and a brown primitive tree in the guest room. I also put up a few smaller trees here and there and decorated them with white lights. I really loved having the house look festive but it took a lot of time.                                             
                                               
According to some of my Facebook friends, many people are decorating earlier this year and now it makes sense to me too. Christmas decorating  before Thanksgiving arrives doesn't mean I don't appreciate the meaning of the November holiday. It simply means I want to take my time pulling decorations from their resting places in my Christmas closet. I want to use all the Christmas décor I have tucked away instead of eliminating items because I've run out of time. I hope to find new uses for vintage keepsakes, revisit all the country and traditional items I've collected through the years, and enjoy the whole process. I plan to start tomorrow .... how about you?
                                                                            

Monday, November 11, 2013

THANKS FOR THEIR SERVICE


It's always good to take time and reflect on the countless service men and women who have served, and actively serve, in the Armed Forces and volunteer agencies in this nation. My troubles and worries pale in comparison to those of the people who put their lives on the line for us every day. Some never come home while others return wounded or broken in spirit. Such sacrifices deserve our thanks and appreciation. I absolutely hate war or the need for it, but I wholeheartedly support our soldiers and always will.
 
 

Friday, November 8, 2013

TURNING THE PAGE . . .

I'm not sure where September and October went. They passed in a blur for me. The months since my mother died have been foggy, at best. It's possible I'd been dealing with some depression though I hadn't recognized it as such. I continue working on household tasks, running errands, and caring for my cats, but these days I have no real routine for my life. My fall home show did not materialize because my initial enthusiasm evaporated and I finally realized my heart was simply not in planning for it - at least not this year. 
 
 
These past few months I apparently pulled back from friends, family, and social opportunities. In truth, I wasn't fully aware of doing that until I received a wake-up call from my daughter who was very blunt and emphatic about the fact I hadn't been contacting her. She expressed that she felt uncared for and left out of my life. During our conversation, I offered some weak explanations, but the bottom line was I just hadn't felt like calling her and wasn't sure why.  
 
 
A few disappointing (and often heated) exchanges with people I'd thought were good friends, convinced me I had, indeed, been ignoring some warning signs,. My frustration level was high and my tolerance level was low. I'm not prone to loud outbursts, so I internalized a lot of feelings, all the while thinking I was coping well after the loss of my mother. I often insist I'm at peace with her passing, and in many ways, that is true, but  I'm also still trying to put it all into perspective. I felt responsible for her for a very long time, and now that is no longer the case. I'm finally ready to turn the page and get back into life.  All I have to do is figure out who I really am now and where I go from here. 

 

Monday, August 26, 2013

NOT HOLDING MY BREATH

Time waits for no one. How many times have I heard that adage? Life continues after losses of loved ones, major moves, and all sorts of crises. I know this and yet I continually wait for just the "right time".....to sew new curtains, organize the cupboards and pantry, finish sorting through my mom's possessions, and many other things I need to do, "....when there's more time".  We've had many changes in our lives recently and no matter how much we tell ourselves we're dealing with things just fine, I often have some doubts. I don't think I'm depressed - just unmotivated. Or is that the same thing?

I have so much fabric and yarn I could probably open a small shop, at least that's what Glenn tells me. I also have plenty of patterns and idea books, even after giving some away when we moved here. So what's been keeping me from working on projects? It's simple. I've lacked goals.  For over 30 years I participated in craft shows and was always working on items to sell or donate. Since my craft show days seemed to be over, there was no reason to search for new ideas or pull out old patterns and revive them. How dull is that? Since I'm the one who decided those days were over, I can un-decide. 
 
My first un-decision is to use some of my sewing and crafting supplies THIS YEAR or let most of them go. I've been on the fence about this for a long time and it's time to do something. My first venture will be a small home craft show to be held here on October 12th. Thank you, Deanna, for helping me set a date.  I have some projects finished and some nearly finished. Weather permitting, I'll set up on my deck outside the sunroom. Plan B - I'll use the sunroom as a venue.
 
I'm starting to get excited about this and have realized there were a lot of things keeping me from this goal. Some were out of my control. We were in the process of moving for about 2 years, after losing a house we thought we'd bought. It was all due to the seller's problems with his lender. It took us about 9 months (and one expensive lawyer) to get past that, then we found this house and worked on it for about 3 months before moving into it. Within a few months of moving in here, my mom fell in her home (2 hours away), was hospitalized twice, went to rehab, then was moved down here at my request, so I could be the responsible person while she was in an assisted living facility. That was a roller coaster ride. There was one point in time when my mom and Glenn's dad suffered strokes on the very same day. He tended to his dad's needs while I looked after Mom's. After a long series of illnesses, his dad passed in May of 2012, and Mom passed in May of this year. We had our own house to clear out and sell, his dad's house, and my mom's house. So we've been very busy. 
 
It's good to have a little bit of smoother sailing right now, but that doesn't mean there aren't things still needing our attention around here. It's rather that life is less intense now and that feels good. My thoughts about being depressed or lazy have subsided. I've just been swamped with other things. I know my interests still lie in crafting and sewing. I'll share home show plans as they come along. It's still a good life.
IF YOU SEW, THAT'S KIND OF THE SAME THING, RIGHT?
    

LOTS OF HOMESPUN FABRIC FROM WHICH TO CHOOSE


CATNIP TOYS MADE TO SELL


  UPSTAIRS SEWING ROOM - MORE FABRIC

 
UPSTAIRS SEWING ROOM - JARS FULL OF SUPPLIES
 

Saturday, August 3, 2013

BITING THE HAND THAT FEEDS HIM

It's never a good day when I have to corner one of my semi-feral cats to give  him medicine or take him to the vet or groomer. My beautiful long-haired, mostly white cat, Mikey, and I had such a day on Friday. He is generally a very calm (though cautious) cat and I thought I'd be able to gently approach him and scoop him up in my arms. When I've done it before, he's been cooperative and quiet. This time he was neither.

Mikey is not, nor ever will be, a lap cat. He doesn't greet me at the door as many of the cats do but he does mingle with the other cats and actually curls up with Elliot to sleep. He's not anti-social, just still partly feral. I doubt I'll ever be able to tame him completely. I've accepted that and try to meet him half-way. I can easily pet him if he's resting in a basket or cat bed but if he's under a table, I know to leave him alone. We have an understanding.

The sad thing about having feral or semi-feral cats is they can be so standoffish at times that it's easy to miss when one of them needs attention. Mikey's fur had looked a bit ruffled and I attempted to brush him when I found him sleeping inside a niche in one of the cat condos. Only then did I realize he had mats in his fur and I knew he wasn't going to allow me to groom him. I called a groomer and asked to have him shaved for the remaining summer months. I don't like doing that to him but for cats like Mikey, it's preferable to making them endure long grooming sessions.

Some cats have a sense of what's about to occur when it's time to go to the vet or the groomer. Mikey is one of them. The second he saw the cat carrier, he dove under a table in the cat room, then fled to one of the cat condos, went back under the table, and then to the condo again. He eluded my grasp for about 35 minutes. He slapped at me and bloodied my hand, but he should have known that would not deter me. I've been slapped by angrier cats than he, but I've never seen a cat with such quick reflexes. So there I was, dripping blood, towel in hand, still talking softly to him and moving slowly so I wouldn't frighten him even more. I finally put the carrier on the floor, blocking one of his escape routes, and he went right inside it. Hah! Success! Wait....no, I couldn't get the carrier door closed before he escaped and we went round and round again. I tried the carrier-on-the-floor trick again, that time making sure the door was not jammed against the table leg. I held a towel behind Mikey so he thought I was about to capture him, and gently nudged him into the carrier and closed the door. Whew. When he was in safely in the car, I thought I'd try to make up with him. He was peering out of the carrier door so sweetly I thought I'd reach in and pet him. Big mistake. He bit my finger HARD. I should have known better.

At the groomer, Mikey seemed to quiet down, even amidst the noise of barking dogs, running water, and loud drying fans. I told the groomer what a time I'd had with Mikey and that he was showing his feral side. I said he was scared and she could see what he'd done to my hand. She assured me she had experience with feral cats, and immediately opened the carrier door.....and out he went. What a circus! He ducked under grooming tables and behind drying cages, hissing all the way. She couldn't say I hadn't warned her. One of the groomers donned heavy work gloves and went in for the capture. It was odd how calm Mikey became once she caught him. I often wonder if I did the right thing by rescuing Mikey from my former neighborhood. He was born outdoors and was the only kitten that survived from who knows how many litters. I'd trapped him and his mother, Maggie, had them neutered/spayed, but released them before learning about a neighbor who was poisoning cats and wildlife. When we knew we'd soon have a barn in which to house cats, Glenn gave the ok to "round them up", as he put it.

Mikey was groomed, his nails trimmed, and we both lived to tell about it. He pouted for a day or so but is now back to being his usual semi-feral self. He's not running from me, nor hiding. Yesterday he napped in a big basket and casually looked up when I petted him. I don't know if I've been forgiven or if it's just that he thinks he won the battle.  Either way, all is peaceful in cat kingdom again.

Friday, July 5, 2013

AS TIME GOES BY


The weeks since my mother passed seem to have flown by and my sisters and I have worked diligently on clearing out the family home. I’m continually amazed at how much Mom managed to tuck into that small house, but I have to remember we’re dealing with over 50 years of accumulation.  The things Mom “collected” were Cardinals (any item with a red Cardinal on it would do), dishes, magazines, church bulletins, and cards which people had sent her through the years. Strangely enough, her house looked fine and all the paper items and magazines had been neatly placed in bags, boxes, or dresser drawers, out of sight – and perhaps, out of mind. As I sifted through the greeting cards, I realized why she’d saved them. People had been very kind to her and always sent the most wonderful sentiments. I’m sure she read them over and over before safely putting them away. She had returned each to its original envelope and we looked through every one of them. We found family photos, handwritten letters from our aunts and uncles, most of whom have also passed, newspaper clippings, and recipes I’m sure Mom had intended to use at some time.
For whatever reason, Mom had subscriptions to 17 different magazines (at least those are the ones I counted) and she hated to part with any of the issues. After reading them, she’d pack them into plastic grocery bags and store them in her upstairs (so she could send them home with me after I’d visited her). I did take some to doctor’s offices and searched through others to see if there were any articles or recipes I wanted. The remainder went into the recycle bin. At one point in time, I cancelled all but a couple of them, at her request, but within a few months she was back to having 17 subscriptions again. She used to say she just loved receiving things in the mail. The reality is that magazine companies prey on people who cannot recall what magazines they receive or whether they’ve renewed or not so people (especially the elderly) may end up having way too many and some subscriptions go on for years. One of Mom’s magazines was paid up until 2016. We used to laugh when Mom would tell us, “You girls will sure have a mess to deal with when I’m gone”, but we’re no longer laughing. We’re still asking ourselves why Mom wasn’t more diligent in getting rid of unused things. She had many years in which she was healthier and could have been clearing out closets and drawers, but apparently she couldn’t deal with it all, or maybe didn’t want to. She was raised in the depression era, and that plays a part as well. So, yes, we do indeed have a mess but we’re making progress.
The sad thing about all of this, aside from our mother’s passing, is we have so much to do that we’ve had very little time to grieve for Mom or for the fact we’ll never again be able to gather at our family home once the house has been sold. That will seem odd after all these years. Our family moved there in 1957.  The house was (is) small – with a master bedroom for Mom and Dad, a small bedroom for my brother on the first floor, and the upstairs (called a dormer in those days) for us girls. We had one bathroom and no air conditioning, yet, we felt grateful to have a roof over our heads. The house has a full basement and we used to like to play downstairs on hot days since it was so much cooler down there.    
My sisters and I are learning valuable lessons as we clear out Mom’s house. We don’t want our offspring to “…have a mess to deal with…” so we’re being more mindful of what we’re adding to our own homes and vowing to (eventually) let go of things we no longer use or need. I hope we’ll remember that as time goes by.   
 MOM'S LIVING ROOM AS IT LOOKS TODAY - WE LOVED THE CLOSET DOOR SINCE THE WOOD PATTERN LOOKS JUST LIKE A HORSE HEAD  
 LIVING ROOM AND FRONT WINDOW
 MOM'S BEDROOM
 KITCHEN WINDOWN OVERLOOKS THE BACKYARD
 OTHER SIDE OF LIVING ROOM
 DINING AREA OF KITCHEN
 MY SISTER AND I SLEPT HERE - WE HAD TWIN BEDS 
 THIS WAS MY SISTER'S SIDE OF THE ROOM
 OUR YOUNGEST SISTER SLEPT TO THE LEFT OF STAIRWELL
OUR LITTLE FAMILY HOME - FOR SALE

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

NO HAPPY ENDING.....YET


I posted the following on Facebook a few minutes ago:
 
ANYONE LIVING IN THE SOUTH END OF COLUMBUS, OHIO - around or near Parsons Ave., please be on the lookout for a solid gray female cat. She recently weaned a litter of three kittens. I fostered the cat family for 11 weeks until I was sure they were ready for adoptive homes. I allowed my head to rule my heart and let this mama cat go to someone who I thought was going to love her and have her spayed. I'd willingly spent quite a bit on food, litter, vet visits, exams, leukemia test, worming, flea treatment, and vaccinations, so against my better judgment, I decided it would be good if the new owner took responsibility for the spaying, plus I had no way to separate Misty from her kittens so that her milk would dry up completely, and spaying can't take place until that happens.
 
My friends who helped find adoptive homes for Misty and her kittens are also upset about this turn of events and are doing all they can to find Misty. They didn't expect anything like this to happen. None of us did.  
 
In my heart I knew I should have not let her go until she was spayed but I trusted and shouldn't have. Misty supposedly hissed at the woman, probably because she was frightened and had lost all her babies (to adoption) and was in a new place with people she'd never seen. Heaven forbid the poor cat be given a chance to adapt and get to know the woman, who quickly decided she would not keep the cat, after only hours with her. She obviously didn't read the letter I'd written, explaining it was crucial that Misty be given plenty of time to adjust. So this person called her brother to come get Misty and take her back to my friend. The brother was apparently taking Misty to his car (without first putting her into a carrier, how stupid is that?) and she got away from him and is now missing. So much for trusting people. Imagine how frightened she must be. I would have kept her myself had I any idea this would happen. She will likely get pregnant again and when found, will need to have another leukemia and FIV test since no one will know where she's been or what cats she might have met along the way - and that is if she doesn't become another sad statistic and get hit by a car, starve, be injured by dogs or other predators, or be taken to a kill-shelter.
 
Way to go prospective cat owner. I loved her, cared for her, and kept her safe for 11 weeks and you succeeded in undoing all of that in one careless moment. I thought I was releasing her to someone who would love and protect her.
 
My heart is breaking tonight and yes, I know I often become attached to cats and kittens I foster, but I can't help it. It's part of who I am and I don't apologize for that.  Somebody has to look out for the ones who have no voices.
 



Monday, June 10, 2013

BITTERSWEET

Each time I consent to foster kittens, I know there will come a time to let them go. My head tells me it's the best thing for them and for me. My heart tells me otherwise.
 
During the 8 to 10 weeks I foster a mama cat and her kittens, I grow very fond of them, even though I've told myself I wouldn't become attached. I don't remember a time when I didn't love cats and kittens. I used to carry a "free kitten" part way home from a friend's house and let him down to walk when I was almost there. That way I could tell my mom, "Look what followed me home!". She always knew what I'd done, though I thought I'd been clever. I was the kid who always spent the whole weekend at my grandmother's farm, trying to coax the feral barn cats and kittens to come to me. To my stern grandmother's dismay, I'd often succeed and she'd scold me and shoo them away from the house, and my heart would be broken. So, my love for cats has been a lifelong preoccupation and I can't stop myself, not that I'd want to. I was never allowed to keep a cat or kitten for very long. Mom was convinced that I'd not take care of it properly, though no one ever showed me how to clean a litter box and I didn't have any idea about spaying or neutering back then. Even though I was just a child, I would have done my best, but I was never able to convince her that I would care for my cat if only given the chance. Mom grew up in a time when animals were not allowed in homes and if they didn't earn their keep (by catching mice) they were of no use. Every time she took away one of my beloved cats or kittens, I'd tell her that when I grew up I'd have as many cats as I wanted - and look what happened! 
 
This weekend I traveled to Columbus to work on clearing out Mom's house and to deliver Misty, Simon, and Sofie to a friend who had found homes for them. Dustin (now called Murphy) had been placed in his forever home on Thursday and though he was the first to go, it wasn't such a difficult adjustment since Misty still had two babies over which to dote. I am absolutely sure he will have a wonderful life at his new home. He has a loving human mama now and a big sister, Bailey.
 
On Saturday, just before they left me, I took some final photos of the kittens and Misty and for the very first time, Sofie actually seemed to pose for the camera. She had been camera shy most of the time so I think that was her parting gift to me. I held my emotions in check until the cats were in the car and pulling away, then the tears came and my heart ached. I think it was especially bittersweet since I was alone in my mom's house going through more of her things and trying to decide which were going to be kept and which would be discarded. Mom must have saved just about every greeting card she'd ever received and the last ones I found were the sympathy cards she received in 2000 when my brother died at the age of 46. There were many beautiful cards and I was puzzled as to why my sisters and I had never seen them. I looked at each one, read every handwritten note, and in a small way, grieved for my brother again.
 
So it was indeed a bittersweet day, but I'm truly at peace knowing my mom and brother no longer suffer pain or discomfort, I'm reasonably sure my mama cat and kittens have loving homes, and very soon we'll have Mom's house ready to be listed for sale. Things are progressing as they should and life goes on, as it must.    




Wednesday, May 22, 2013

IF IT SOUNDS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE......

You know the adage....."If it sounds too good to be true, it probably is". This is a long story but I'll try to shorten it and say we thought we had Misty and her kittens headed for a forever home over the weekend. I have a friend in Columbus whose sister helped in the rescue of the cat family. She was in touch with someone who had seen my online photos of the kittens and mama. The person was speaking for her mother, who we were told, wanted the mama cat AND the kittens. She assured my friend's sister that she and her family loved animals, were advocates of spaying and neutering, and planned to keep the cats indoors. That all sounded very good - music to my ears - except that I had a few reservations. I asked questions and my friend's sister asked questions. We received the correct answers, at least the ones we needed to hear, but there was a nagging inner voice that told me something just wasn't right.
 
My reservations had a lot to do with the fact I'd not had the kittens to the vet so they'd not been wormed nor vaccinated and I wasn't sure this new owner would be prompt in getting those things done. All of that was to have been done at the pet adoption center in Columbus after they'd been weaned, but that option had not yet become available. It's "kitty season" and all the agencies are overwhelmed with litters of kittens this time of year so I should have realized the initial assurance of placing the kittens after I fostered them for 8 weeks was also too good to be true, though I do believe the man who gave those assurances was doing so in good faith. 
 
We took the kittens and Misty to Columbus, not knowing what was to happen. We had planned to work on clearing out my mother's house, so the trip was to be two-fold, but while my friend's sister was on her way to Mom's house to pick up Misty and her kittens, she received a call from the prospective cat owner's daughter. It seemed her mother had happened across someone offering free Siamese kittens and decided she didn't want mine. At first I was a bit upset, but then quickly decided if the prospective cat owner was that unreliable, I should be  grateful she didn't take my kittens. My friend's sister generously offered to take Misty and the kittens to her home and figure out something from there, but it wasn't her fault things happened as they did. She had been more than kind to try to help, even to the point of helping finance their spays and neuters. I told her I'd take Misty and the kittens home with me. Once back in their room, they began to run and play as if nothing had happened. If they had experienced any trauma, it had been shortlived. I took the furry family to the vet yesterday to have them checked for feline leukemia and begin vaccinations. It gave me peace of mind to have them pronounced healthy.  
 
Today two people indicated they knew others who might  want kittens so we'll see what happens. I don't easily give up on finding loving homes for kittens. This will work out as it's supposed to. In the meantime, they are happy and safe here with me.

 DUSTIN IS BECOMING MORE OUTGOING . . .   
 . . . BUT HE'S NOT ALWAYS SURE ABOUT THE CAMERA
 SIMON SAYS, LOOK HANDSOME
 DUSTIN IS SUCH A SWEET BOY 
 SOFIE IS STILL A BIT CAMERA-SHY . . .
 . . . BUT SHE LOVES PLAYING WITH MAMA'S TAIL
 BRIGHT-EYED AND BUSHY-TAILED
  NAP TIME - SOFIE HAD A BUSY WEEKEND


 

Saturday, May 18, 2013

ANOTHER JOURNEY NEARLY COMPLETED




Foster kittens are 8 weeks old and climbing all over the place. They now try to sneak out the door of their room when I go inside it. Simon had his head in the doorway yesterday and I had to open it wider to make sure he didn't get caught in it. He suddenly found  himself nose to nose with Baxter, one of the resident adult cats. I was surprised there was no hissing. I simply scooped up Simon and cuddled him as I opened the door and went inside his room. Baxter wasn't the least bit ruffled by meeting the kitten and I suppose the two would have been fine together, but if not, I would have had a hard time gathering Simon since there are lots of hiding spots out there. As it was, all was calm and peaceful and I wanted to keep it that way.
 
All three kittens and the mama cat are just beautiful but that Simon (gray and white) is something else. He's the most adventurous and is always ready to have his picture taken. Sofie is rarely happy to have hers taken, and Dustin, well he tolerates it but usually scampers off as soon as the photo has been snapped. Each has his or her endearing qualities and all are ready for adoption. We have some "forever home" possibilities, but people haven't yet been willing to commit to adopting the kittens. Misty has a forever home lined up though, and for that I'm very grateful. She's a very sweet cat and will be a good companion. 
 CHOW TIME, YUM!
 DUSTIN GETTING READY TO ATTACK MY HAND
 SIMON CAUGHT IN HEADLIGHTS
 SIMON FOUND THE CAMERA STRAP 
 PLAYING CUTE KITTY
 DUSTIN'S SERIOUS LOOK  
 MISTY HAS LOST CONTROL OF THE KITS
 SWEET SOFIE GIVES HER BROTHERS A HARD TIME 
 SIMON AND SOFIE LOVE TO BE TOGETHER 
 Look at that sweet face. How could you say "no" to him?