Sleep Sweet

So long, sweet friend!

Pretty li’l kitty,
Sleep well tonight, free from pain.
Ours has just begun.

Our little Spitfire has gone on to that great big cat tree in the sky. After winning over everyone he met, our little baby kitty succumbed to a mysterious infection and was laid to rest in the cardboard cat bed Cricket made for him in school. A purple petunia marks his grave.

So long, sweet Spitfire. You are already missed.

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Just a boy and his cat

A funny thing happened on my way to bed last night…

Bubbles asked me casually if we could have another cat. One of his classmates was looking for a home for a kitten she’d found. Ours are outdoor cats (Seymour’s allergic), and you can almost never have too many of those when you live out in the country, so I said, “Sure – why not?”

A little while later he came up to me again. “They’re on their way, Mom.”

“Say what?”

It was late. I hadn’t expected said pretty little baby kitty to arrive till sometime the next day. Instead, he arrived just before 10:00 p.m. that night, accompanied by one quiet girl and her tired mama.

This adorable little ball of fluff is called Spitfire. Goodness knows how he came by the name, but Bubbles and I agree that it suits him. After all, he’s not shy about letting us know when he wants our attention (all the time) or when he’s upset that he’s no longer the center of attention (any time we’re not actively adoring him), but his little tiny baby kitty meows are just about the cutest thing I’ve heard in a while. And he’s so tiny! How can you not love something this tiny?

He’s like Baby Groot – too cute to handle! 😀

So tell me – are you a cat person, a dog person, or somewhere in between? Do you have any fur babies?

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Pretty Little Kitty Cat

Oh, pretty kitty,
Let me hold you all day long.
Oh, fluffy, pretty

Kitty, keep those li’l
Tiny purrs a-comin’ all
Throughout the night. Oh,

Pretty kitty, I
Will keep you safe from harm. Sweet,
Sweet little kitty…

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Photo 365 #363

I just love this picture of Shadow:

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Mr. Regal was looking rather less regal and rather more ornery when I snapped this.  I didn’t even realize he was licking his chops till several hours later.

Don’t mess with Shadow… 🙂

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Photo 365 #361

The apples have once more begun to fall, which meant we spent a good chunk of Saturday morning picking them up so Seymour could mow lawn.

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While we worked, Princess Opal and her kin slept in the yard.  Doesn’t Buddy look comfy under the tree?  So kind of them to help us out. 😀

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Shadow: “Opal!  You’re back!  Welcome home!”

Opal: “Why thank you, Mr. Regal.  It’s good to be back.”

Shadow: “Yeah, yeah, yeah – of course you are.  Now, enough small talk – let me sniff your butt.”

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Opal: *rolls eyes* “Males.  Ugh.”

I guess some things will never change. 🙂

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Photo 365 #359

After a week away, Miss Opal has returned.  We thought she’d been eaten by a coyote, so last night, Seymour set out a live trap.

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Imagine his surprise when he checked it this morning and found Opal inside.

I haven’t seen her this lovey in…well, ever, actually.  But it’s good to have her home. 🙂

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Photo 365 #349

Buddy is looking so much better. It’s been over a week since we cleaned out his wounds again, and he is in much better spirits.
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Best of all, he’s no longer mad at us. Now that he’s feeling better, he seems to have forgotten last week’s misery, at least for the most part. He didn’t take too kindly to Thumper’s attempts to pet his eyeball, earning my hoppy boy a scratch on the arm.

Of course, if someone tried to pet my eyeball, I’d be a little grumpy, too.

Just sayin’. 🙂

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Photo 365 #339

I love you, tiny human.

“I love you, tiny human. I think I’ll keep you.”

*sigh*

One of our cats isn’t doing well.  Poor Buddy seems to be the target of the neighborhood bully.  I don’t know who (or what) is beating him up, but the poor guy is really suffering.  We cleaned out a wound near his eye last weekend, and this afternoon we went to clean it again and discovered an abscess on top of his head.

The poor thing is just miserable, and I feel miserable for him.

I was going to share a picture from the local paper today; there’s an article in it about my upcoming book signing, but I think I’ll wait a day or so.  Poor Buddy’s at the top of my thoughts at the moment, so here’s a picture of him from earlier this year, snuggling up to Cricket one morning as I was heading off to work.  He’s one of the most affectionate cats I’ve ever had the privilege to know, and I hope he makes it through this.

How do you cope with an ill pet?

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