Not much to talk about. Brown is becoming more & more accustomed to indoor life just as I debate getting her more used to the outdoors again. I'm thinking of heading up to mom's before it gets bitterly cold.
I still worry about her safety but I guess Brownie is able to take care of herself. Still, when there were 3 kitties there was some safety in numbers. The irony is that when we lost the other 2 they were isolated from the others at the time of their demise.
One thing that irritates me to no end is my neighbors and their friends having a lack of concern for my yard. They and their kids continue to trample through and to ride bikes through the grass I am trying to grow. And of course the adults parking in my drive has gotten to the point that I've had to call the police just to get them to move so I could go to work. Last time they had a vehicle & boat completely blocking the length of my yard that is accessible to the car. The garden prevents my cutting through to the other side of the big tree in front.
This bad behavior does not make me feel better about leaving Brownie outside, especially since I have photographic proof of the kids throwing rocks at the cats & my vehicles as recent as this Spring. You would hope that kids would outgrow such behavior but some of the adults aren't too much better.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Sleepy Brown
Lately about all Brownie wants to do is sleep. As I awake she's either there by my bedroom door or on top a file cabinet near the door. By afternoon she's asleep in the kitchen. And at other times she'll choose one of her many other spots including 2 or 3 where she thinks I can't find her.
I don't know what has brought this sleepiness on all of a sudden. Bored I guess. Sometimes she comes up to me looking for something to do and I pull out her toy which is like a fishing pole with 3 soft fishies on it attacked by a felt line. Well it takes her no time to capture the prize. After that there's not much to do because after she gets a good hold of them and I can't shake them loose and she just chews down on them until she gets tired.
She's still picky as ever about her food. And sometimes when I'm in the kitchen she lets me know she wants a taste of can food, except she'll never eat a whole can even if I put a lid on it and save it for later. It never all gets eaten.
Lately I have been giving her about a table spoon of real tuna and making use of the rest myself. So that works fine because it's getting used. Never had this problem before my other 2 darlings were taken but life must go on.
I'm tempted to get Brown a kitty playmate except I'm afraid they wouldn't get along. Also, since Brown always had been an outdoor cat and is quite capable of defending herself the neighbor & I could leave her food and water outside should I ever have to leave town. Still, when there were 3 kitties they had safety in numbers. I think some of the reason Brown likes the house now is that she feels safe. She was always a bit nervous until she started spending nearly all of her time indoors. Sometimes she wants to go out but 5 or 10 minutes later she's ready to come back in.
I'm still a bit afraid to leave her outside for any amount of time because...well you know from my earlier posts why. Still, now that the weather is beginning to cool off a little maybe she should go out more to keep from being bored to tears. We'll see.
I don't know what has brought this sleepiness on all of a sudden. Bored I guess. Sometimes she comes up to me looking for something to do and I pull out her toy which is like a fishing pole with 3 soft fishies on it attacked by a felt line. Well it takes her no time to capture the prize. After that there's not much to do because after she gets a good hold of them and I can't shake them loose and she just chews down on them until she gets tired.
She's still picky as ever about her food. And sometimes when I'm in the kitchen she lets me know she wants a taste of can food, except she'll never eat a whole can even if I put a lid on it and save it for later. It never all gets eaten.
Lately I have been giving her about a table spoon of real tuna and making use of the rest myself. So that works fine because it's getting used. Never had this problem before my other 2 darlings were taken but life must go on.
I'm tempted to get Brown a kitty playmate except I'm afraid they wouldn't get along. Also, since Brown always had been an outdoor cat and is quite capable of defending herself the neighbor & I could leave her food and water outside should I ever have to leave town. Still, when there were 3 kitties they had safety in numbers. I think some of the reason Brown likes the house now is that she feels safe. She was always a bit nervous until she started spending nearly all of her time indoors. Sometimes she wants to go out but 5 or 10 minutes later she's ready to come back in.
I'm still a bit afraid to leave her outside for any amount of time because...well you know from my earlier posts why. Still, now that the weather is beginning to cool off a little maybe she should go out more to keep from being bored to tears. We'll see.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Brownie's Diet
As noted before Brown is not much on can food. I'm lucky if she'll eat half the can even when I dole it out a little at a time. I guess it goes stale even if I put a lid on the unused portions.
That said on a recent visit mom gave her a tub of the new Fancy Feast, which is different from the meal that come in a can apparently. Brown will eat about half of it immediately and most of the rest later. And if it drys out before I send out the remainder to the trash she'll even eat that too if she see it. In fact I think she prefers the hard & crunchy.
My conclusion is she likes things that go crunch, but on occasion likes a little liquid like gravy too. And because the fancy Feast is so soft it's almost like a gravy to her but she's really not much into meats.
The ultimately irony here is not lost on me that 1 tub of the Fancy Feast costs more than I pay for 3 cans of what I would normally get when her 2 pals were alive - and it would ALL be eaten up in 5 minutes or less! LOL
That said on a recent visit mom gave her a tub of the new Fancy Feast, which is different from the meal that come in a can apparently. Brown will eat about half of it immediately and most of the rest later. And if it drys out before I send out the remainder to the trash she'll even eat that too if she see it. In fact I think she prefers the hard & crunchy.
My conclusion is she likes things that go crunch, but on occasion likes a little liquid like gravy too. And because the fancy Feast is so soft it's almost like a gravy to her but she's really not much into meats.
The ultimately irony here is not lost on me that 1 tub of the Fancy Feast costs more than I pay for 3 cans of what I would normally get when her 2 pals were alive - and it would ALL be eaten up in 5 minutes or less! LOL
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Slow July
Just a few words here. Not a lot to say.
Brownie, who has always been an outdoor cat, seems to have no desire to to go outside. And who could blame her? It's stinkin' hot! The temp only cools down to about 80 at night. How anybody ever lived in Florida before air conditioning is just beyond me.
Brown has finally taken to the litter box. I just had to put one behind the TV where poor Blackie kept going, which caused me to make him stay in more than he had wanted. The 2nd time she used the box for whatever reason she kicked all the litter to one side and half of it wound up on my carpet. Fortunately that was a 1 time thing and now she will even use the liter box in the kitchen that Hairy always used to use.
Speaking of Hairy no I'm still not over losing her. Not a half hour goes by that I don't think of her. And my anger towards the idiot pit bull owner has not let up 1 little bit. I'm hearing from more and more animal lovers about the insane problem of pit bulls. Not all dogs, mine you, but pit pulls specifically. I'm thinking it's not unjustified to demand of the government very tight regulation of the ownership of these known killers. My opinion may indeed be biased but clearly I am not alone in my disdain for this breed.
On a lighter note summer here is now in full bloom and Fall will be here all to soon. So go out and enjoy life outdoors while you can still soak up the warmth. Spend some quality time with your friends & family. You'll be glad you did come next December! lol
Brownie, who has always been an outdoor cat, seems to have no desire to to go outside. And who could blame her? It's stinkin' hot! The temp only cools down to about 80 at night. How anybody ever lived in Florida before air conditioning is just beyond me.
Brown has finally taken to the litter box. I just had to put one behind the TV where poor Blackie kept going, which caused me to make him stay in more than he had wanted. The 2nd time she used the box for whatever reason she kicked all the litter to one side and half of it wound up on my carpet. Fortunately that was a 1 time thing and now she will even use the liter box in the kitchen that Hairy always used to use.
Speaking of Hairy no I'm still not over losing her. Not a half hour goes by that I don't think of her. And my anger towards the idiot pit bull owner has not let up 1 little bit. I'm hearing from more and more animal lovers about the insane problem of pit bulls. Not all dogs, mine you, but pit pulls specifically. I'm thinking it's not unjustified to demand of the government very tight regulation of the ownership of these known killers. My opinion may indeed be biased but clearly I am not alone in my disdain for this breed.
On a lighter note summer here is now in full bloom and Fall will be here all to soon. So go out and enjoy life outdoors while you can still soak up the warmth. Spend some quality time with your friends & family. You'll be glad you did come next December! lol
Thursday, July 2, 2009
A Week Apart
Well I went up to see mom after she came down to see me. I really missed Brownie and when I returned she let me know she missed me just as much.
Funny thing is before I left I told Brown to stop by the cameras once in a while so I'd know she was alright because while she couldn't see me I could see her. And she did just that! Would even look up directly at the camera sometimes when I'd be watching. lol
For the 1st 5 days she would make an appearance in my carport morning & evening for about a half hour. I did worry a bit the rest of the time when I didn't see her but I guess she had better things to do.
This was my 1st trip out of town since losing Hairy & Blackie. I especially miss Hairy and just as much as ever but at least I don't cry as often. And how I wish it were possible to give Blackie just one more hug. But life goes on one day at a time.
The one thing that still troubles me is Brown so far has not used the litter box so she has to go outside to do her "business." OTOH after Hairy's death I keep seeing that vision of the attack replay in my mind every time I let Brown outside or hear a dog bark. Or should I say I make her go outside because of course she almost never wants to leave.
As fate would have it when I was at mom's there were some news reports about pit bulls attacking kids in the Chicago area. I think a girl was even killed by one. Yea, that didn't make me feel much better.
For whatever reason suddenly today Brown wants to constantly follow me all around the house. I don't know why. In fact she woke me up twice trying to get into my bedroom but only Hairy had that honor as she was declawed. Well actually I did try having Brown in the bed a time or two but I guess she wasn't ready yet. I suppose more than anything though now besides any accidental damage she might cause it's that I really long Hairy beside me or near me again and anything else just doesn't feel the same or quite right. After all she was my honey and kinda my sole mate of a sort. We had similar personalities & preferences.
I think it's rained every day since I returned home. And of course that means Brown has been inside all the time except for potty breaks. I wonder if some of the reason for her following me around is from being grateful to be in a safe, dry place during the thunder & lightning.
In any event it's nice to have 1 kitty friend left. Now that said I am wondering how agreeable Brown would be to a new kitty here to hopefully be her pal. I'm told that at her age she probably at best would only tolerate another cat and never really bond but when I ask her about it she seems to be warm to the idea. But then who really knows how much English a kitty friend can understand. lol
I suppose all I can do is give it a try and see how she reacts. It was nice when there were 3 kitties to look out for each other but I do so worry about Brown being outside all alone.
Funny thing is before I left I told Brown to stop by the cameras once in a while so I'd know she was alright because while she couldn't see me I could see her. And she did just that! Would even look up directly at the camera sometimes when I'd be watching. lol
For the 1st 5 days she would make an appearance in my carport morning & evening for about a half hour. I did worry a bit the rest of the time when I didn't see her but I guess she had better things to do.
This was my 1st trip out of town since losing Hairy & Blackie. I especially miss Hairy and just as much as ever but at least I don't cry as often. And how I wish it were possible to give Blackie just one more hug. But life goes on one day at a time.
The one thing that still troubles me is Brown so far has not used the litter box so she has to go outside to do her "business." OTOH after Hairy's death I keep seeing that vision of the attack replay in my mind every time I let Brown outside or hear a dog bark. Or should I say I make her go outside because of course she almost never wants to leave.
As fate would have it when I was at mom's there were some news reports about pit bulls attacking kids in the Chicago area. I think a girl was even killed by one. Yea, that didn't make me feel much better.
For whatever reason suddenly today Brown wants to constantly follow me all around the house. I don't know why. In fact she woke me up twice trying to get into my bedroom but only Hairy had that honor as she was declawed. Well actually I did try having Brown in the bed a time or two but I guess she wasn't ready yet. I suppose more than anything though now besides any accidental damage she might cause it's that I really long Hairy beside me or near me again and anything else just doesn't feel the same or quite right. After all she was my honey and kinda my sole mate of a sort. We had similar personalities & preferences.
I think it's rained every day since I returned home. And of course that means Brown has been inside all the time except for potty breaks. I wonder if some of the reason for her following me around is from being grateful to be in a safe, dry place during the thunder & lightning.
In any event it's nice to have 1 kitty friend left. Now that said I am wondering how agreeable Brown would be to a new kitty here to hopefully be her pal. I'm told that at her age she probably at best would only tolerate another cat and never really bond but when I ask her about it she seems to be warm to the idea. But then who really knows how much English a kitty friend can understand. lol
I suppose all I can do is give it a try and see how she reacts. It was nice when there were 3 kitties to look out for each other but I do so worry about Brown being outside all alone.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Brownie, Brownie
In the days following the tragedy Brownie seems to have been exhibiting more and more of Hairy's mannerisms.
Mom is here visiting and she and Brownie are quickly becoming bosom buddies, much as me and Hairy were. I'm not sure how Brown will take mom's departure but she certainly has helped her get through the grief. Myself I am still missing my dear friend sorely.
I'm not sure if I mentioned it before but Brownie turns out to be what's called a calico. And here I always thought she was a he. There are almost no male calicos I am told.
One endearing yet annoying manor Brown has acquired is wanting to camp out in front of my monitor as I try to work on my computer. I have gotten her to lay down when she takes up this position but it seems like every time she moves 1 inch she wants to sit up and take a kitty bath, much as Hairy would do.
I guess the loss of Hairy hurts so much because it was entirely unexpected. Even most adults I have known who have passed on have been no real surprise. And perhaps it's the helplessness of being invaded with little recourse that irks me. Perhaps more on that later.
So for now we are going on day by day. Not much alternative to that. I'm sure one day it won't hurt so much but for now any day I get through without sobbing is a good day.
Mom is here visiting and she and Brownie are quickly becoming bosom buddies, much as me and Hairy were. I'm not sure how Brown will take mom's departure but she certainly has helped her get through the grief. Myself I am still missing my dear friend sorely.
I'm not sure if I mentioned it before but Brownie turns out to be what's called a calico. And here I always thought she was a he. There are almost no male calicos I am told.
One endearing yet annoying manor Brown has acquired is wanting to camp out in front of my monitor as I try to work on my computer. I have gotten her to lay down when she takes up this position but it seems like every time she moves 1 inch she wants to sit up and take a kitty bath, much as Hairy would do.
I guess the loss of Hairy hurts so much because it was entirely unexpected. Even most adults I have known who have passed on have been no real surprise. And perhaps it's the helplessness of being invaded with little recourse that irks me. Perhaps more on that later.
So for now we are going on day by day. Not much alternative to that. I'm sure one day it won't hurt so much but for now any day I get through without sobbing is a good day.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Carrying ON
Struggling through today was not much better than coping with yesterday. As Brownie and I become closer together and console each other I now see Brown show how much she misses Hariy and Blackie by mimicking some of their old habits. Today Brown was laying in Blackie's old spot in front of the refrigerator. Later she took to a folding table that had been exclusively Hairy's territory. I don't think either of the others had laid there ever before. Just to mention a few out of character things.
I can't even stand to look at the china cabinet without choking up yet as Hairy had a way of getting on top and would perch up there as queen of her domain looking down at us peasants. And she pretty much was queen around here. I should dig up a photo of it and post it.
Brown is really not that big on canned food. A small portion once in a while and she's good, which makes keeping the remainder fresh a bit of a challenge because it may be some time before she cares for anymore. It breaks my heart to pop the top of a can - remembering how Blackie & Hairy loved to lick the lid clean. They also liked to lick the gravy from my TV dinners. It just doesn't feel right to toss away the tray when they cherished it so much but Brown has no such inclination.
Every time I hear a dog outside my heart stops as I try to recall if Brown is inside or out. Now Brown probably would not have fallen for the pit bulls' trick of pretending to be friendly as she is not so chummy with dogs as Hairy was. I want those dogs apprehended and put down and the owner deal with by the authorities for were I to meet up with them any time soon I am afraid what might happen. Afraid I might act in haste and anger. There needs to be justice in the matter for me to find peace. And these dogs could just as easily turn on a small child playing in the yard. If you saw the video I recorded you'd see just what I mean.
Maybe tomorrow will be easier. I have begun rearranging my security cameras for more clarity for had I seen Hairy out there either she would have been saved or I would have been dead. It hurts that had I only know she was out there and in danger I could have dashed to the attempted rescue and perhaps been just in time to spare he fatal injuries. As I review the footage there was a 3 second window of opportunity but I wasn't prepared to dash out and confront very quick, large strange dogs for no good reason and unarmed. I guess that one brief period of 3 seconds will unjustly haunt me for quite some time to come. My mind knows but my heart just refuses.
I can't even stand to look at the china cabinet without choking up yet as Hairy had a way of getting on top and would perch up there as queen of her domain looking down at us peasants. And she pretty much was queen around here. I should dig up a photo of it and post it.
Brown is really not that big on canned food. A small portion once in a while and she's good, which makes keeping the remainder fresh a bit of a challenge because it may be some time before she cares for anymore. It breaks my heart to pop the top of a can - remembering how Blackie & Hairy loved to lick the lid clean. They also liked to lick the gravy from my TV dinners. It just doesn't feel right to toss away the tray when they cherished it so much but Brown has no such inclination.
Every time I hear a dog outside my heart stops as I try to recall if Brown is inside or out. Now Brown probably would not have fallen for the pit bulls' trick of pretending to be friendly as she is not so chummy with dogs as Hairy was. I want those dogs apprehended and put down and the owner deal with by the authorities for were I to meet up with them any time soon I am afraid what might happen. Afraid I might act in haste and anger. There needs to be justice in the matter for me to find peace. And these dogs could just as easily turn on a small child playing in the yard. If you saw the video I recorded you'd see just what I mean.
Maybe tomorrow will be easier. I have begun rearranging my security cameras for more clarity for had I seen Hairy out there either she would have been saved or I would have been dead. It hurts that had I only know she was out there and in danger I could have dashed to the attempted rescue and perhaps been just in time to spare he fatal injuries. As I review the footage there was a 3 second window of opportunity but I wasn't prepared to dash out and confront very quick, large strange dogs for no good reason and unarmed. I guess that one brief period of 3 seconds will unjustly haunt me for quite some time to come. My mind knows but my heart just refuses.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Coping the Day After
So many memories to deal with. So many habits haunting me. I have to admit I was balling like a baby as I lowered my dear Hairykins (as I would call her in a tender moment or sometimes to come eat) into the ground. She was my honey. She loved the outdoors and was friendly to dogs but these pit bulls were entirely the wrong dogs to meet up with.
As I watched the security footage I learned she had no warning of them being a threat. Suddenly they just attacked after walking up so friendly to her. She literally had no idea until it was too late, nor did I. It all transpired in literally 60 secs. I saw the dogs burst in to the carport on the monitor but had no idea she was in there just out of clear visual range. If I had I might could have stopped them in time, but I thought she was safe and sound until I heard her weak call for help.
They literally treated her like a rag doll. Enough said. I made the one who took her as a prize drop her but the injuries were too severe and she died in my arms. I was totally angry and the little boy from next door was balling his eyes out.
As for the blog I do not know it's future. If I meet up with the owner who lets those dogs roam let's just say I'm not so sure about my own future either. ;)
I was almost coping with the loss of Blackie, but he was old and probably always in pain. I think he held on as long as he did just for me. I could say more but this is too painful today.
Mom saw me on the home security stream as I laid my friend to rest. Fortunately the spot is off camera and she didn't see my tears. Intentionally I laid Hairy and Blackie with their bodies soaking in the morning Florida sunshine that they loved so much but they are protected from the heat of the day by trees and the shed. I had an amber yard light the doesn't put out much light which I have at their site partly as a night marker and kinda like a little sentimental night light for them so they wouldn't have to be in the dark. At their head is a little Raggedly Ann yard ornament as a temporary headstone marker. Never in my life have I done that for a pet! No matter much they were loved. But these guys were definitely super special.
Mom called me afterwords and I was dealing OK with the experience until I started to tell her that as luck would have it I realized that by chance of their final resting positions I had buried both with their little heads facing the house, sorta like so they would always know where home is and at that point I just choked on my words and the tear factory commenced. I had to hang up and just let it flow. Guys don't like to admit to such things but I confess on this occasion.
I would like to add one thing more - God cried. OK believe what you want but I think God cried. Let me explain why I believe this.
Some have said that God has spoken through thunder, or that His voice sounds like thunder, perhaps at times He speaks through the wind. Well Hairy loved to sit in the carport and watch the rain as it poured down. On occasion the carport would flood, at which time or if a storm became violent she was finally ready to come in out of the rain. Partly soaked, of course.
The night Hairy died, actually probably wasn't much more than an hour, if that, I was praying about the situation while facing the monitor. Suddenly there was a flash of light but no thunder. The waters began to fill my carport right up to the very spot I had laid Hairy for the night and the water stopped right there! It continued to rain but the flooding stopped right there and encroached no further all night. This was unusual.
I went outside because if God was crying I wanted the love. Then it dawned on me that I also like to sit in the carport when it rains just as Hairy did unless there is severe lightning, which here in Florida we see more often than not. We're the lightning capital, after all. It reminded me of one reason Hairy was do dear to me is that we shared many of the same likes and attitudes and tastes.
I considered those responsible for my loss and then suddenly there was a loud thunderboom but I don't recall seeing any lightning. The storm never became violent, at least not here. So yes, I do believe God was trying to comfort me and maybe it was even a special gift for Hairy herself.
I don't know if pets have anything like heaven to move on to. I sometimes think about it and I'd like to think they do. We know that after the Great Flood (you know, Noah and the Ark) God made a covenant with the animals. So I wouldn't entirely rule out some sort of an afterlife for animals and fish if God felt them worthy of making them a promise. Of all the mysteries I could ask God about if given the chance I know that would probably be my question, at least today it would. But after last night I may have that answer already.
As I watched the security footage I learned she had no warning of them being a threat. Suddenly they just attacked after walking up so friendly to her. She literally had no idea until it was too late, nor did I. It all transpired in literally 60 secs. I saw the dogs burst in to the carport on the monitor but had no idea she was in there just out of clear visual range. If I had I might could have stopped them in time, but I thought she was safe and sound until I heard her weak call for help.
They literally treated her like a rag doll. Enough said. I made the one who took her as a prize drop her but the injuries were too severe and she died in my arms. I was totally angry and the little boy from next door was balling his eyes out.
As for the blog I do not know it's future. If I meet up with the owner who lets those dogs roam let's just say I'm not so sure about my own future either. ;)
I was almost coping with the loss of Blackie, but he was old and probably always in pain. I think he held on as long as he did just for me. I could say more but this is too painful today.
Mom saw me on the home security stream as I laid my friend to rest. Fortunately the spot is off camera and she didn't see my tears. Intentionally I laid Hairy and Blackie with their bodies soaking in the morning Florida sunshine that they loved so much but they are protected from the heat of the day by trees and the shed. I had an amber yard light the doesn't put out much light which I have at their site partly as a night marker and kinda like a little sentimental night light for them so they wouldn't have to be in the dark. At their head is a little Raggedly Ann yard ornament as a temporary headstone marker. Never in my life have I done that for a pet! No matter much they were loved. But these guys were definitely super special.
Mom called me afterwords and I was dealing OK with the experience until I started to tell her that as luck would have it I realized that by chance of their final resting positions I had buried both with their little heads facing the house, sorta like so they would always know where home is and at that point I just choked on my words and the tear factory commenced. I had to hang up and just let it flow. Guys don't like to admit to such things but I confess on this occasion.
I would like to add one thing more - God cried. OK believe what you want but I think God cried. Let me explain why I believe this.
Some have said that God has spoken through thunder, or that His voice sounds like thunder, perhaps at times He speaks through the wind. Well Hairy loved to sit in the carport and watch the rain as it poured down. On occasion the carport would flood, at which time or if a storm became violent she was finally ready to come in out of the rain. Partly soaked, of course.
The night Hairy died, actually probably wasn't much more than an hour, if that, I was praying about the situation while facing the monitor. Suddenly there was a flash of light but no thunder. The waters began to fill my carport right up to the very spot I had laid Hairy for the night and the water stopped right there! It continued to rain but the flooding stopped right there and encroached no further all night. This was unusual.
I went outside because if God was crying I wanted the love. Then it dawned on me that I also like to sit in the carport when it rains just as Hairy did unless there is severe lightning, which here in Florida we see more often than not. We're the lightning capital, after all. It reminded me of one reason Hairy was do dear to me is that we shared many of the same likes and attitudes and tastes.
I considered those responsible for my loss and then suddenly there was a loud thunderboom but I don't recall seeing any lightning. The storm never became violent, at least not here. So yes, I do believe God was trying to comfort me and maybe it was even a special gift for Hairy herself.
I don't know if pets have anything like heaven to move on to. I sometimes think about it and I'd like to think they do. We know that after the Great Flood (you know, Noah and the Ark) God made a covenant with the animals. So I wouldn't entirely rule out some sort of an afterlife for animals and fish if God felt them worthy of making them a promise. Of all the mysteries I could ask God about if given the chance I know that would probably be my question, at least today it would. But after last night I may have that answer already.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Hairy is Gone
It happened in a split second. She stood no chance and being good around dogs did not sense the danger in time. Being gentile and having no claws for defense she stood no chance posed no challenge at all. I was just too slow to intervene.
I couldn't move fast enough to save her from 2 pit bulls. Perhaps that's all I should say tonight. I am more angry at the stupidity of all of this. This sadness will be taking a heavy toll, especially coming on the heels of the loss of Blackie.
She will be dearly remembered and missed ever so much. I've never known such a dear pet friend and doubt anyone could ever take her place. And I say this from owning different pets through my life. She was a rare find and I hope there is a form of heaven for her and my old sweet Blackie and a hell for those dogs.
These dogs are a menace to the neighborhood but are owned and well fed by some fool who lets them roam loose. That's what makes it harder to take. Those dogs should have been dealt with long ago as this is not their first instance of trouble.
I could graphically describe what the dogs did, but probably won't for the sake of any children who may happen to read this blog. Needless to say this is a dark day and would never have happened had Hairy not so loved sitting outside. But I guess in life there is really no such thing as being safe outside your front door.
I couldn't move fast enough to save her from 2 pit bulls. Perhaps that's all I should say tonight. I am more angry at the stupidity of all of this. This sadness will be taking a heavy toll, especially coming on the heels of the loss of Blackie.
She will be dearly remembered and missed ever so much. I've never known such a dear pet friend and doubt anyone could ever take her place. And I say this from owning different pets through my life. She was a rare find and I hope there is a form of heaven for her and my old sweet Blackie and a hell for those dogs.
These dogs are a menace to the neighborhood but are owned and well fed by some fool who lets them roam loose. That's what makes it harder to take. Those dogs should have been dealt with long ago as this is not their first instance of trouble.
I could graphically describe what the dogs did, but probably won't for the sake of any children who may happen to read this blog. Needless to say this is a dark day and would never have happened had Hairy not so loved sitting outside. But I guess in life there is really no such thing as being safe outside your front door.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Backie - The Katrina Kitty
Well just when you think there's no more to tell. So I talked with my neighbor who, also cares for the kitties, and it seems like Blackie, or Backie as I would often call him to dinner with saying "Backie, Backie. Where's ole Backie" and he would almost almost always come a runnin', had a past I knew nothing about. It seems he was brought here along with the other kitties and was living in a drainage ditch in New Orleans and that some idiot shot him just for fun sometime just after the Katrina storm, after which my neighbor packed up and moved here.
I stated earlier I thought Blackie had been a former neighbor's cat. But this new revelation explains to me why he was such a good mouse catcher (and had not qualms about eating his prey or about anything else) and why he would stay close to home and those of us who loved him. I am, of course, still not over the loss. And this latest revelation just makes my memories of our time together that much more fond.
I also learned that Brownie's "other name" is Tiny. Southern folks often tag larger people with that name, As you know Brown is quite large and seems to grow by the day despite apparently eating little. And Hairy is also called Fluffy. Half a dozen of one, six of the other as they say. LOL
My neighbor confirmed that Hairy was apparently just abandoned. What a shame that someone would abandon a declawed kitty who is so mild and timid. But their loss is my fortunate gain, thanks to the kindness of my neighbor who brought her our way.
So I guess, come to think of it, all 3 kitties were Katrina kitties. This may well explain their behavior during severe storms.
I stated earlier I thought Blackie had been a former neighbor's cat. But this new revelation explains to me why he was such a good mouse catcher (and had not qualms about eating his prey or about anything else) and why he would stay close to home and those of us who loved him. I am, of course, still not over the loss. And this latest revelation just makes my memories of our time together that much more fond.
I also learned that Brownie's "other name" is Tiny. Southern folks often tag larger people with that name, As you know Brown is quite large and seems to grow by the day despite apparently eating little. And Hairy is also called Fluffy. Half a dozen of one, six of the other as they say. LOL
My neighbor confirmed that Hairy was apparently just abandoned. What a shame that someone would abandon a declawed kitty who is so mild and timid. But their loss is my fortunate gain, thanks to the kindness of my neighbor who brought her our way.
So I guess, come to think of it, all 3 kitties were Katrina kitties. This may well explain their behavior during severe storms.
Friday, May 8, 2009
The Empty Place
It's probably too soon to write about this but just like the loss of a human friend it will take time to adjust to the changes and the feelings.
Take for example eating. Hairy loves the gravy but only picks at the meat pieces. This was no problem before as Blackie was always on a "see food" diet. All the food he saw is all he wanted. LOL
If Blackie wouldn't eat something from my plate then I stopped buying it for myself. There HAD to be something wrong with it. (grin)
And now I really don't know what to do with those leftovers from both my plate and the kitty dish.
I'm sure somewhere there is another kitty who needs a loving home who may have similar qualities but I am old enough to realize that this is no time to look. It's time to grieve properly. And having had my share of pets over the years come and go I know the hurt will ease.
I guess it's a little worse now thanks to all the technology available today in the form of cheap and plentiful pictures, not to mention some security cam footage of Blackie just being good old Blackie. I probably need to store those away for a little while because I keep second guessing myself thinking I could have done something differently that night and he would still be with me today. I hope he knows he was loved, wherever little pet friends go.
I know from the recording he went over to take a drink of water, looked at my front door, then pranced up by the street. This was not so unusual for him, as I have shared in the past. But then for no reason he went to the exact center of the street to lay down, seemingly knowing his fate. Cars went past him but he didn't budge. So I suppose he felt it was just his time to go. I just wish I could have hugged him one last time. I think that is the most sad part.
So just remember when you part company with someone or some pet friend, even as a routine part of your day, keep in mind that we are not promised tomorrow so keep short accounts in the mad department and never part without an "I love you honey" even when you're at odds over some trivial thing.
Take for example eating. Hairy loves the gravy but only picks at the meat pieces. This was no problem before as Blackie was always on a "see food" diet. All the food he saw is all he wanted. LOL
If Blackie wouldn't eat something from my plate then I stopped buying it for myself. There HAD to be something wrong with it. (grin)
And now I really don't know what to do with those leftovers from both my plate and the kitty dish.
I'm sure somewhere there is another kitty who needs a loving home who may have similar qualities but I am old enough to realize that this is no time to look. It's time to grieve properly. And having had my share of pets over the years come and go I know the hurt will ease.
I guess it's a little worse now thanks to all the technology available today in the form of cheap and plentiful pictures, not to mention some security cam footage of Blackie just being good old Blackie. I probably need to store those away for a little while because I keep second guessing myself thinking I could have done something differently that night and he would still be with me today. I hope he knows he was loved, wherever little pet friends go.
I know from the recording he went over to take a drink of water, looked at my front door, then pranced up by the street. This was not so unusual for him, as I have shared in the past. But then for no reason he went to the exact center of the street to lay down, seemingly knowing his fate. Cars went past him but he didn't budge. So I suppose he felt it was just his time to go. I just wish I could have hugged him one last time. I think that is the most sad part.
So just remember when you part company with someone or some pet friend, even as a routine part of your day, keep in mind that we are not promised tomorrow so keep short accounts in the mad department and never part without an "I love you honey" even when you're at odds over some trivial thing.
From A Miracle to Tragedy
It is with great sadness that I must report that my friend Blackie is no longer with us.
I will probably elaborate more on this loss later as I decide whether to continue with this blog. I probably will continue if only as a memorial to all that Blackie the Wise has taught me in our time together. I don't think it's really sunk in yet or just how much I've come to depend on him.
The funny thing about this loss is I always thought I would lose him due to illness. Ironically it may be my love and attention (not to mention frequent feedings) gave him borrowed time on this earth. From what I could gather from the security cams (he was in a blind spot for a while) he just decided it was his time to go and laid out in the middle of the street. Animals do that sometimes when they want to spare their human friends prolonged grief.
My only regret is that due to him going to the bathroom on my carpet repeatedly I had stopped allowing him in the house. He didn't like that at all! but I tried to let him know he was loved all the same even if he couldn't come inside anymore. At the time of his demise he otherwise very likely would have been in the house right next to me on the floor.
But he has done this sort of thing before, as you may recall, this playing in the street. But I was always vigilant to intervene before but this is the one time I missed. I know it sounds dumb but I made sure Hairy and Brownie saw him before I lowered Blackie to his final resting place. I tried to impress upon them both, as best a kitty can understand, that this is the danger of playing by the streets and that our beloved was not coming back.
I honestly do not know if dogs and cats go to heaven. I hope they do. I would really like to thank Blackie for our time together and for his diligence in keeping down the rodent population.
Rest in Peace, my sweet friend Backie, Backie.
I will probably elaborate more on this loss later as I decide whether to continue with this blog. I probably will continue if only as a memorial to all that Blackie the Wise has taught me in our time together. I don't think it's really sunk in yet or just how much I've come to depend on him.
The funny thing about this loss is I always thought I would lose him due to illness. Ironically it may be my love and attention (not to mention frequent feedings) gave him borrowed time on this earth. From what I could gather from the security cams (he was in a blind spot for a while) he just decided it was his time to go and laid out in the middle of the street. Animals do that sometimes when they want to spare their human friends prolonged grief.
My only regret is that due to him going to the bathroom on my carpet repeatedly I had stopped allowing him in the house. He didn't like that at all! but I tried to let him know he was loved all the same even if he couldn't come inside anymore. At the time of his demise he otherwise very likely would have been in the house right next to me on the floor.
But he has done this sort of thing before, as you may recall, this playing in the street. But I was always vigilant to intervene before but this is the one time I missed. I know it sounds dumb but I made sure Hairy and Brownie saw him before I lowered Blackie to his final resting place. I tried to impress upon them both, as best a kitty can understand, that this is the danger of playing by the streets and that our beloved was not coming back.
I honestly do not know if dogs and cats go to heaven. I hope they do. I would really like to thank Blackie for our time together and for his diligence in keeping down the rodent population.
Rest in Peace, my sweet friend Backie, Backie.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Yes I Believe in Miracles!
So just after my last post I went to the store in hopes that if Hairy were in the area she would see my pickup truck just maybe she would be waiting for me in the middle of the driveway upon my return, as was her custom. In her stead as I pulled in dreading what I thought would be just emptiness there lay Blackie the Wise in her spot as if to be her substitute out of sympathy. Most of the time Blackie would lay on some landscaping stones and out of the way because he knows not to block the drive but it was always like Hairy to be there to greet me. But almost as if Blackie knew something was up there he was so that when I returned I would have something more than vacant asphalt to welcome me.
I had made a special point to pick up a can of the better can food in hopes that the sound of the pop top would be a clarion call to Hairy to come. Alas this was not to be as only Blackie and Brownie were there and Brownie showed no interest really in the bounty I had to bestow. But Blackie was appreciative, as always, and after eating the whole can by himself proudly hopped on top of my car as if he had just conquered the world.
I called mom on the phone to take notice of Blackie's new, old spot to lay just in case she was looking to see him from the web cam stream. Blackie has always been mom's favorite because she had a kittie just like him when she was but a girl. It had been several weeks since Blackie had braved the climb to the top of the car. I had feared the pain in his bad leg was preventing him nowadays from this activity. As I was talking to mom who should show up but the old opossum of all creatures. I hadn't seem much of any opossums in months but this looked like the same guy from long ago. I told mom to pay special attention to the cameras as I feared the opossum might turn on me and late at night I worried there would be nobody to call for medical assistance should I be attacked and unable to call for 911. Strangely for the first time it was not the food dish he was raiding but the water bowl, which I found quite curious.
I clapped my hands and yelled at the opossum to go. He just gave me a dirty look and slowly walked away. Any other time he would have turned and ran like a timid little mouse just like when you turn the lights on but not so this opossum, this night. Still he left all the same, for which I was appreciative.
I walked over to Blackie to comfort him. As I began to pet him he stood up and then his tail stood straight up erect, which Blackie rarely does. He started walking over to me as I pet him but then I heard a sound. A sound from under my pickup truck. A faint sound, almost a kitten's mew. What was it? What could it be? Glory be it was Hairy!
Now somehow I was rather expecting the reuniting to be quite a bit more passionate. Instead it was almost as if she really didn't care that much to see me. As I picked her up absent was the normal purring sensation she would have any other time when I would hold her in my arms. But she was home and safe and that's all that really mattered.
To be brief she just didn't seem right. I wonder if some of my dope fiend neighbors perhaps felt it would somehow be funny to get her high or something and maybe she had slipped away when they weren't watching closely. Perhaps that was the case. Perhaps it was something else. But at least she was now home. I didn't have a fatted calf but at least I had the kittie equivalent, being a portion of can food. But she wouldn't touch it. In fact she showed no interest in it at all! That clearly was not like her to literally turn her nose up at a freshly opened can. Blackie, OTOH, had no problem at all devouring both plates I had divided the can into despite having just eaten the first can within the hour. No problem at all. When he had cleaned both plates he just looked up at me as if to say, "Got anymore?" LOL
Right now Hairy is resting sound asleep. It's not really like her to rest that soundly but then who knows the ordeal she's been through in this time. I hope she will be back to her old self in the morning. You know you hear of animals having been separated from their owners and then walking great distances to make their way home. As I had driven to the store I was half hoping and watching just in case that might be the case here and that by chance I might see her on the way. Regardless she is home now and you can believe as you wish but I feel my prayers were answered.
Thank you for your prayers and thank you God Almighty for this little bundle of joy returning home again to my loving arms.
I had made a special point to pick up a can of the better can food in hopes that the sound of the pop top would be a clarion call to Hairy to come. Alas this was not to be as only Blackie and Brownie were there and Brownie showed no interest really in the bounty I had to bestow. But Blackie was appreciative, as always, and after eating the whole can by himself proudly hopped on top of my car as if he had just conquered the world.
I called mom on the phone to take notice of Blackie's new, old spot to lay just in case she was looking to see him from the web cam stream. Blackie has always been mom's favorite because she had a kittie just like him when she was but a girl. It had been several weeks since Blackie had braved the climb to the top of the car. I had feared the pain in his bad leg was preventing him nowadays from this activity. As I was talking to mom who should show up but the old opossum of all creatures. I hadn't seem much of any opossums in months but this looked like the same guy from long ago. I told mom to pay special attention to the cameras as I feared the opossum might turn on me and late at night I worried there would be nobody to call for medical assistance should I be attacked and unable to call for 911. Strangely for the first time it was not the food dish he was raiding but the water bowl, which I found quite curious.
I clapped my hands and yelled at the opossum to go. He just gave me a dirty look and slowly walked away. Any other time he would have turned and ran like a timid little mouse just like when you turn the lights on but not so this opossum, this night. Still he left all the same, for which I was appreciative.
I walked over to Blackie to comfort him. As I began to pet him he stood up and then his tail stood straight up erect, which Blackie rarely does. He started walking over to me as I pet him but then I heard a sound. A sound from under my pickup truck. A faint sound, almost a kitten's mew. What was it? What could it be? Glory be it was Hairy!
Now somehow I was rather expecting the reuniting to be quite a bit more passionate. Instead it was almost as if she really didn't care that much to see me. As I picked her up absent was the normal purring sensation she would have any other time when I would hold her in my arms. But she was home and safe and that's all that really mattered.
To be brief she just didn't seem right. I wonder if some of my dope fiend neighbors perhaps felt it would somehow be funny to get her high or something and maybe she had slipped away when they weren't watching closely. Perhaps that was the case. Perhaps it was something else. But at least she was now home. I didn't have a fatted calf but at least I had the kittie equivalent, being a portion of can food. But she wouldn't touch it. In fact she showed no interest in it at all! That clearly was not like her to literally turn her nose up at a freshly opened can. Blackie, OTOH, had no problem at all devouring both plates I had divided the can into despite having just eaten the first can within the hour. No problem at all. When he had cleaned both plates he just looked up at me as if to say, "Got anymore?" LOL
Right now Hairy is resting sound asleep. It's not really like her to rest that soundly but then who knows the ordeal she's been through in this time. I hope she will be back to her old self in the morning. You know you hear of animals having been separated from their owners and then walking great distances to make their way home. As I had driven to the store I was half hoping and watching just in case that might be the case here and that by chance I might see her on the way. Regardless she is home now and you can believe as you wish but I feel my prayers were answered.
Thank you for your prayers and thank you God Almighty for this little bundle of joy returning home again to my loving arms.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Where's My Hairy?
I am sad. I'm afraid something has happened to my Hairy. I haven't see her for 2 days now and that simply isn't like her.
I have checked the recordings from my home security cameras and can only speculate that her disappearance may be connected to some party traffic associated with my neighbors.
I think the worst part is not knowing if she is OK. It would be one thing had she chosen to move on to a new and better home but I very much doubt that is the case. Even when I go to the store she sits in the driveway waiting to greet me upon my return. She really seemed to love being by my side or in my lap. I am already heartbroken just by this time apart.
And to think I was the one who didn't really care all that much for cats in general, especially after some of the little devils my mom has taken in through the years. But now I miss my little Hairy so much. She was just perfect for me and I think me for her. But more than all that that it's the not knowing. Is she hurt? Is she being abused? Is she even alive? And while she very much deserves to live the pampered life IMO I rather doubt any lowlife who might have abducted her knowing she had a home would be inclined to treat her so well were that what has happened.
It's times like this when you wish you had just a few more high tech toys at your disposal like a GPS tracking subscription. Actually I am better off than most just by having my cameras but in this case it seems they were not enough to tell me what has happened.
Please pray for the safety of my little Hairy Kitty. Wherever she is I just want her to be happy and well even if it isn't here by my side.
I have checked the recordings from my home security cameras and can only speculate that her disappearance may be connected to some party traffic associated with my neighbors.
I think the worst part is not knowing if she is OK. It would be one thing had she chosen to move on to a new and better home but I very much doubt that is the case. Even when I go to the store she sits in the driveway waiting to greet me upon my return. She really seemed to love being by my side or in my lap. I am already heartbroken just by this time apart.
And to think I was the one who didn't really care all that much for cats in general, especially after some of the little devils my mom has taken in through the years. But now I miss my little Hairy so much. She was just perfect for me and I think me for her. But more than all that that it's the not knowing. Is she hurt? Is she being abused? Is she even alive? And while she very much deserves to live the pampered life IMO I rather doubt any lowlife who might have abducted her knowing she had a home would be inclined to treat her so well were that what has happened.
It's times like this when you wish you had just a few more high tech toys at your disposal like a GPS tracking subscription. Actually I am better off than most just by having my cameras but in this case it seems they were not enough to tell me what has happened.
Please pray for the safety of my little Hairy Kitty. Wherever she is I just want her to be happy and well even if it isn't here by my side.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Slow Month
Quick line here to let you know we're all still here!
One change is that the kitties come inside almost all the time these days. This presents many challenges, as you may well expect. And it looks like the fleas are starting to be a problem. I caught poor Brownie pulling hair like crazy tonight to the point of leaving bald spots. He simply detests flea powder but I managed to apply a little. Unfortunately he immediately went to work to try to get it off.
I do apply a pesticide on the lawn to treat fleas and ticks and it seems to work somewhat but I guess it's time to reapply.
One change is that the kitties come inside almost all the time these days. This presents many challenges, as you may well expect. And it looks like the fleas are starting to be a problem. I caught poor Brownie pulling hair like crazy tonight to the point of leaving bald spots. He simply detests flea powder but I managed to apply a little. Unfortunately he immediately went to work to try to get it off.
I do apply a pesticide on the lawn to treat fleas and ticks and it seems to work somewhat but I guess it's time to reapply.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Cats in the House
I was awakened all too early this morning as Hairy sprang off of the bed for some reason just to lay down by the door. I couldn't get back to sleep and decided to surf the web.
On my home security cameras I saw Blackie at the front door trying to pry it open to get in so I opened the door and let him in. Later Brownie did the same and I let him in as well.
So here I am with 3 cats laying in 3 different spots around the house, Hairy by the TV, Brownie on the couch, and Blackie guarding the refrigerator but later taking up a position behind my chair. It's a bit chilly but not really cold this morning but I'm told in a few days it will be in the low 30s so I'm in a quandary.
I don't feel comfortable with Blackie & Brownie in the house when I'm not keeping a watchful eye on them. OTOH I feel sorry for them being out in the cold but I'm not sitting up all night just so they can be inside when I could instead be warm under the covers of my own bed. Needles to say I think I will hear plenty of scratching at my front door in the nights ahead.
Meanwhile at least 1 local rescue shelter is running a half off special for adult kitties, partly due to so many people having to surrender their pets due to the hard economic times. I'd like to help them out but I'm afraid I am already doing my part as just keeping up with these three is about all I can handle.
On my home security cameras I saw Blackie at the front door trying to pry it open to get in so I opened the door and let him in. Later Brownie did the same and I let him in as well.
So here I am with 3 cats laying in 3 different spots around the house, Hairy by the TV, Brownie on the couch, and Blackie guarding the refrigerator but later taking up a position behind my chair. It's a bit chilly but not really cold this morning but I'm told in a few days it will be in the low 30s so I'm in a quandary.
I don't feel comfortable with Blackie & Brownie in the house when I'm not keeping a watchful eye on them. OTOH I feel sorry for them being out in the cold but I'm not sitting up all night just so they can be inside when I could instead be warm under the covers of my own bed. Needles to say I think I will hear plenty of scratching at my front door in the nights ahead.
Meanwhile at least 1 local rescue shelter is running a half off special for adult kitties, partly due to so many people having to surrender their pets due to the hard economic times. I'd like to help them out but I'm afraid I am already doing my part as just keeping up with these three is about all I can handle.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Just a Few Lines
As you might imagine things have been a bit hectic over the Holidays. Not only has the cold, nasty weather finally hit most of the US but even down here in Florida it's been getting a bit chilly.
Once unthinkable for me I have surrendered to letting all three of the kitties come in the house and visit. While only Hairy is allowed to stay all night Blackie and Brownie have been making a plea to spend some quality indoor time.
Blackie normally likes to lay in the kitchen floor by the refrigerator and every time I go to the kitchen for something makes an impassioned plea for something to eat. I swear he weighs nothing but is constantly hungry all the same despite his bulging tummy. Brownie, OTOH, weighs a ton and seems to eat rather sparingly. Go figure! His favorite spot is in on the couch on some old T-Shirts I have there for him. I seldom even use the couch so it all works out ok.
More about Hairy. I have been allowing her to sleep in my bed for a few weeks now. At bed time she wants to curl up near my pillows and purrs heavily as I lay my arm around her but by the end of the night she always seems to settle down at my feet in one corner. Come sun rise she hops up on top of the back of a nice recliner I have by the window. And of course in the day time she has a perch by the southern window in the living area. I think she likes to look out the window almost as much as I like my home security cameras to essentially do the same thing - watch the cars and people go by. LOL
By now you might have the impression that Hairy is now totally a house cat. Not so! In fact she often goes up to the door for me to let her out and prefers to spend most of the day outside. This concerns me some when the other kitties are not in sight as I worry about her ability to defend herself, having no claws. But she doesn't seem at all worried about it.
OTOH Brownie can't seem to spend enough time indoors to suit him. Poor baby. He's a nice, good natured kitty friend but he's just so curious when he's not sleeping. Plus being so big presents more opportunities for things to come crashing down. So that, plus his razor sharp claws, mean that at best Brownie may stay in the utility room overnight should conditions warrant, such as a hurricane, but I doubt I'll ever allow him to roam free when I'm not keeping a watchful eye on him. The jury is still out on Blackie my bread thief, who's claws are about equally as sharp as Brownie's, but he is not nearly as curious unless he is particularly hungry.
Once unthinkable for me I have surrendered to letting all three of the kitties come in the house and visit. While only Hairy is allowed to stay all night Blackie and Brownie have been making a plea to spend some quality indoor time.
Blackie normally likes to lay in the kitchen floor by the refrigerator and every time I go to the kitchen for something makes an impassioned plea for something to eat. I swear he weighs nothing but is constantly hungry all the same despite his bulging tummy. Brownie, OTOH, weighs a ton and seems to eat rather sparingly. Go figure! His favorite spot is in on the couch on some old T-Shirts I have there for him. I seldom even use the couch so it all works out ok.
More about Hairy. I have been allowing her to sleep in my bed for a few weeks now. At bed time she wants to curl up near my pillows and purrs heavily as I lay my arm around her but by the end of the night she always seems to settle down at my feet in one corner. Come sun rise she hops up on top of the back of a nice recliner I have by the window. And of course in the day time she has a perch by the southern window in the living area. I think she likes to look out the window almost as much as I like my home security cameras to essentially do the same thing - watch the cars and people go by. LOL
By now you might have the impression that Hairy is now totally a house cat. Not so! In fact she often goes up to the door for me to let her out and prefers to spend most of the day outside. This concerns me some when the other kitties are not in sight as I worry about her ability to defend herself, having no claws. But she doesn't seem at all worried about it.
OTOH Brownie can't seem to spend enough time indoors to suit him. Poor baby. He's a nice, good natured kitty friend but he's just so curious when he's not sleeping. Plus being so big presents more opportunities for things to come crashing down. So that, plus his razor sharp claws, mean that at best Brownie may stay in the utility room overnight should conditions warrant, such as a hurricane, but I doubt I'll ever allow him to roam free when I'm not keeping a watchful eye on him. The jury is still out on Blackie my bread thief, who's claws are about equally as sharp as Brownie's, but he is not nearly as curious unless he is particularly hungry.
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