Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Miss Jengs gets some sun (and a dandelion or two).
I know that Bengal rescue cats that are in my care aren't supposed to go outside at all. This is to prevent them from becoming 'door darters'
But just look at her! The sun was out; it was breezy and she LOVES having the sun all over her furrs. (and dandylions) and since she's been in my care she has been relegated to one room of the house. My bedroom. It's about 10ft x 12ft and not much fun to 'get up speed' for a thundering herd of one.
I H.A.T.E. having her locked in solitary all the time. But given the alternative since she's not been adopted yet I guess it's better than nothing.
Jeng's has been with me for nearly two years now. Still no takers. She's an older cat and wouldn't 'do' with other cats so that limits her options. Since she's at my house, and she gets to see Stella go out in the backyard (occasionally they have ladycat chats over the honeysuckle bush) I have been taking the liberty of letting her out for very brief periods of time if the sun is out and I'm right there with her. She loves it; her eyes get the most amazing color outdoors and she loves to stalk bugs and stand right next to my legs staring up at me chatting. Such a good girl!
Posted by Stacy Hurt at 3:38 PM
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Shamelessly stolen from LOLCats
Doesn't get funnier than that!
I mean seriously! Look at those kitteh cheeks! (and stellar frootbats!)
Then we have the on going dilemma of my own hair. So last night I went from this
and I'm quite happy about it. Neckline needs to grow in some but since I rarely look at the back of my neck, I can deal with it.
And since this really is the 'cat blog' here's a shot of Mr. Larry
yup; that's the ceiling and no... we're not hobbits. I was standing on a chair to get this. I had moved a roll of calligraphy paper off that basket and next thing you know, Mr. L has decided it's HIS basket now thank you very much!
Here's a lovely parting shot of Mr. L in his window that is the sun behind him. The curtain is heavy red velvet. In the morning he greets the day by warming up and watching the birds. And yes, telling anyone within earshot about each and every flutter. (Doesn't wake The Gurl though... thank goodness she's a teen & could very well sleep through the apocolypse)
I'll need to get a shot when he stands up and just sticks his head around the curtin so all you see in his shadow is a headless body but a tail that goes on for miles! Darling!
Posted by Stacy Hurt at 9:33 AM
Friday, November 12, 2010
You can't even SEE my beautiful bats! But looks how tiny my whiskers iz!
Dis is me too.. I iz soooo widdle and tiny meowiez.
xoxo Mr. Larry
This is a shot of our Beloved 'Big Lu' (short for Lucy or Lucifer!)
She was found abandoned as a kitten and brought to us when The Gurl was 5!
She quickly grew into a GIANT Ragdoll kitteh. Her paws are so large just one takes up the entire palm of my hand! It was fate really, the folks who found Big Lu brought her to us on May 6th; Grandma's birthday. Grandma had come over because we made her a birthday dinner to celebrate. Big Lu and her hit it off right from the start but Gram still had her cat Ebeneezer at that time. After Ebeneezer (a black persian) went on ahead to his next assignment three years ago, Grandma was bereft but Big Lu had always loved her best so we agreed to let her go adn they have been together ever since.
We are going to visit Grandma for Thanksgiving & will take pix of our Big Lu and post them!
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Monday, November 08, 2010
Friday, November 05, 2010
There is another cat in our household.
This one is perhaps the most special of all.
He doesn't soil where he's not supposed to.
He doesn't want treats or need to be fed.
He is Sylvester, and he was lovingly hand crafted by my grandfather Herbert Lee Hurt.
(my dad & one of their dalmations)
Rottweilers, Weimeraners, Dobermans (I LOVED their Dobies-such awesome dogs!). And yet there was Sylvester; a 3 foot tall, perfectly lathed wonderment of all that is feline. My grandfather and I had a very special bond. At one time it was even written about in a newspaper article! Not because there was some rare blood or organ donation (other than the original one we shared through genetics) but simply because I answered the reporters question 'What are you going to do this Summer?" And I told him. I was 11.
"I'm going to visit my grandpa, and we are going to yell at each other and laugh a lot!"
On some fundamental level we had complete understanding of one another very early on. Grandpa was very gruff and didn't have patience with incompetence or ignorance. He could deliver a withering look or remark at one of my brothers & send them running to Grandma. But me? I would stand there, in my red headed stiff necked stubbornness & give it right back to him! His trademark phrase was 'You can't do it like that!' and I would stand there and say, 'Oh Yes I Can!'. And then his 'mean mouth' would crack ever so slightly; and the spell would be broken and then he & I would yell at each other all the time and laugh and laugh and laugh. My grandpa laughed like Smedly the old cartoon character and everyone loved it and him.
Such a handsome man my grandpa
Somewhere after my 16th birthday I was told by my grandpa that Sylvester would ultimately be mine. I can't tell you exactly what that meant to me then, and what it means to me today. I was beside myself. But the trade off was that Sylvester would only come live with me when my grandfather had gone and when my grandma no longer felt like dusting him.
(she celebrates her 92 birthday the end of this month and still plays bingo at the casinos 3 times a week!) and when I went to visit her for the holidays (now with my own teenage daughter) she said it was time for Sylvester to come home too: and I cried.
I am now the same age my dad was when he moved to Arizona to be closer to his father because as he said at the time 'We only see the parents at Christmas time, how many more times do you think that is before they are gone?' Point taken. I went with him, my step-mom Milli, step brother Eric, Freddie & Misty. I stayed with them in Arizona for a year. Long enough to find out that the desert is not even remotely my cuppa. But this story isn't about that...
It's about Sylvester, and a promise made and kept through all that. And now he's on my mantle, proudly keeping watch with his lovely green marble button eyes over my little family. Me, El, & our brood.
Here's some lovely green eyed magic for each of you. Thanks for reading.
Posted by Stacy Hurt at 3:39 PM