Oprah, the original cat, showed up last week with one very ugly wound to her head. She usually would not let anybody get within 5 feet of her and NEVER came into the house. This day she was sitting in my kitchen. Her head had bare skin spots with red pokes in them. I assumed she had gotten into a nasty brawl with something. I slid the food bowl closer to her and she ate, meowed at me, then left. What an odd happening?!  I saw her two time more after this little morning conversation we had, but no more after that. My fears are that she wandered off somewhere to die. Blessed old cat, all black and full of spit and vinegar.

She gave us three more kittens. One has an eye that is not opening, one is to thin and they all are sneezing. So with the help of dear Fang, I am off to see the doctor with them. I suspect some sort of upper respiratory infection and a good antibiotic regimen will help. The thin one has me worried because he is acting similar to how Betty did. This little guy decided he was going to be an indoor cat, so he tromped himself in one morning and has been accepted by the crowd. Its odd because I almost feel that this little kitten has been in the house before through one of the other cats that have passed on. I don't know, maybe it is Betty in another life.  But watching him follow Fang around the house is such a delight.

Half the year is gone already!

Morning world!
I should open this blog up to the world and allow them to see the collection of angels I have living in and around my little dump. We found 6 more kittens in the back yard last week. Three each from two litters. So, we welcome Little Spike, Little Grey and Grey Spike, Ritzy, Mitzy and Boomer to our world.

These are the original cats that I found under the ivy in 2011. Three years old and stretched out ready to watch a movie with mommy. I have no life beyond work and these little treasures, oh and FANG! He keeps me going and these guys keep me living for the next day.
Oprah gave us three more outside kittens, but has moved them to someplace where they do not come into the yard anymore. Her offspring, Spike, gave us three also. We have Little Grey, Little Spike and Grey Spike, the two grey ones act rather lazy-ish like Betty did and I worry that we may have to go through another trauma. I feed them every day and provide water for them. It goes where it goes.

Down to 12 cats

We lost little Betty in June. She never really seemed "right". I would watch her just sit in the middle of the floor and stare, almost as if she really couldn't see. She never took any interest in grooming like the others. When you would pick her  up she drooped over your hand and would seem to almost fold in half with no fight in her.  We weighed her once and at 8 months she was still only 3.5 pounds.  One morning we found her laying prone under the space heater. Fang was alarmed, I cried. The next day she was worse. He scooped her up in his big grisly hands, his shaky voice whispering soothing sounds into her fur.   I drove to the vet.  Many suggestions and a couple of  X-rays later we still had no clue what was wrong with her. We took her home with a prescription and laid her in a cage with towels all around, she would not move. Her momma and daddy slipped into the cage after awhile and sat with her. That night she died. 
Sometimes I think cats are holding places for the spirits of those moving through this existence. You've heard me say this before, people live in cats. I really feel Betty was a holding place for a life force that hadn't found its beginning yet.
It still doesn't take the hurt and sadness away. It only offers a reason.

Happy Friday !

I write to get things off my chest. Stuff that used to go into reams of notebook paper that I've saved for some ungodly reason. Now, its typing on a white screen and with the click of a button,  its posted to nobody.  Just hanging out  there somewhere in cyberspace, collecting cosmic dust.

I live for fridays. I love the feeling of having done a weeks worth of work, having accomplished something, anything or sometimes nothing, and knowing I have the next two days to just do what I want.  I think I will plant a garden this weekend.

Peace Out!

attempt at being "social"

Hello World!
I was approached by my youngest daughter with the idea that I should join a Group. She was concerned that I may not be socializing as much as she felt was appropriate. Now, I've never  been one to gather like some people are. Those that seem to have several friends hovering over them tend to just scratch me the wrong way. I am a social misfit. I know this about myself. I do not feel comfortable with large crowds or even family gatherings for that matter. Sometimes I say and do stupid stuff and it usually bothers me for years after. Mental garbage is my term for such foolery. Anyhow, back to the story. She suggested this www.meetup.com as a place to find friends of similiar interest. I went there. I found mommy groups and hiking groups and wine groups. There were book clubs and social clubs and dog lover clubs, cat lover clubs, internet start up clubs and a plethora of entraperneural groups.  Spiritual Enlightenment was hilarous!  I have to wonder what these people DO at those groups meetings? Contort their bodies into unimaginable positions and hum mantras?  For me that would be a three day regime of high-dose Motrin and a heating pad. NOT MY CUP OF TEA!!!  NO sewing groups or crafting groups of any sort. ( I'm not into knitting so that is definitely OUT)
I looked, that is the best I could offer her. I will stick to my sewing and my little yard. Happily dreaming of the house I may some day own with its little white picket fence, porch and gardens. It makes me happy.

Plastic People

Hi ALL!
 Its not so bad being the "odd man out", "fifth wheel", "socially inept". I have the rare oppertunity to look at what is normal to the plastic people and choose NOT to be like them. Yes, I am a people watcher. I notice those odd men out of society. Those who wear their black socks with funky sandals and plaid shorts. Those who tuck their polo shirts into their shorts and wear weird hats. California is filled with these types, but society deems them unacceptable. So they slide through the crowds as fillers. The 47% that try to keep the plastic people (wealthy and barbie type) from tumbling. Have you ever watched "Housewives of Orange County"? Those are plastic people. I certainly do not want to be that type of person. Are we being told by the marketing exec's and programing specialists that THIS is what we want? An hour glass shape, stingy hair and puffed up pouty lips? I would like to see more shows like "Honey BO BO" where REAL people are living their lives the way real people live. Who has that kind of money to drive expensive cars and have lunches out every day and a shop till you drop lifestyle?  Give me the show that has people driving an hour to work through nasty traffic to sit and answer phones, solve minor employee squabbles, flip burgers or empty someones garbage bins. THATS REAL PEOPLE of Orange County! That guy who comes into the department at 4pm every day to empty the trash and clean the bathrooms, who goes to school full time, has a second job after this one, who trys to make ends meet while bettering his own knowledge. Give me those people any day! The "odd men out"! 

I'll shut up now.

Rosie