Poses of Relaxation...(Kitty Style.)

Caution: Enjoy in moderation. (If stared at long enough, feelings of warm fuzzies will follow...)

Solitude Pose

                                                   Hold Me Pose 

                                                      

Group In Sync Pose

                                 Paw for Pillow Pose

Paw for Pillow Pose 2

                         Doughnut Pose

Gentleman Pose

and finally...

The "Completely Vulnerable But I Don't Care" Pose

 

 

These poses should not be attempted without first checking with a relaxation professional. All cats depicted are professionals and were closely monitored while performing all poses. Please keep watch for future installments of "Poses Of Relaxation".

And The Suprises Keep Coming...(Wouldn't You Know!)

Don't take my silence as a sign that all is calm in this little home. Especially on the feline front. Although it was a hard decision to make, one of the darling strays had to be placed into a foster home. And that's the cool part. It's an actual foster home for cats, where she'll be prepared for adoption. And now we have 2. So in the meantime, Oscar was put through the process of neutering. He didn't seem to mind, in the least. Oscar showed no discomfort or pain and continued on with life within minutes of returning home, that afternoon.

We chose to keep the 2nd stray (a Calico Long-hair) and named her Cleopatra, Cleo for short. When I picked up Oscar from the Vet, I booked Cleo in for a Check-Up, Shots and spaying. If we were going to keep her, we going to do it right for both of them, from the start. I took Cleo in this morning without any fight. After a lengthy discussion with the Vet desk, I left Cleo in good hands and went off to continue my morning. I picked up my son and off to school we went.

This was all within 15 minutes of dropping off Cleo and my cell rang. It was the Vet Clinic. Upon first examination, they discovered something surprising. Cleo wasn't a Cleo, after all! I burst out laughing, literally. And I couldn't stop. My son thought his mom was finally losing it. As I parked in front of the school, I finished promising the Clinic a new name for our pet by Pick-Up time that afternoon. My son looked puzzled as I stated the new fact of  Cleo's sex. As we all lived with this animal for a month now, it just seemed hilarious that we not notice anything protruding from under all that fur. Manual inspection would have helped but I'm not in the habit of inspecting my animals in that way.

It took all morning but we did come to an agreement for a new name for the fluffy fiend. I introduce to you: ROCCO.

I can't help but wonder what next week might bring. I couldn't begin to imagine and neither could you, believe me. Until the next mystery unsolved, be kind to your neighbor. They might own a gun.

Down Memory Lane...(Ouch! Yes, It Hurt.)

Just as I was, literally, going out the door this morning, my sister called from my mother's house to inquire about an "urgent need for pictures for the yearly calendar." (This the same calendar that was canceled in last month's email due to "poor picture quality".) Anyway, I not only went to actually look for some good pictures, I FOUND SOME COOL PICTURES! Sometimes, I surprise even myself.

During this hunt for memories, I came across  a few pix of my youngest boy, whom I treasure as a precious jewel. And one image, in particular, brought back one painful yet hilarious 'incident' that happened that left him with another permanent scar and embarrassing story for his mommy to tell when he's a really big boy.

So the story 'sort of' goes like this...

When the 'little guy' was about 6 years old, I took him with me to visit some friends who were trying their hand at raising elk and I was going to take some pix, use those for business cards and pamphlets/posters. In order to take some good shots, we thought it would be better to go look for the herd. We told the kids to stay in the house while we were out on the property, as this would be the safe thing to do. We planned on only being gone for no more than an hour. And off we went on the quads....

No more than 30 minutes had gone by and the herd was nowhere to be found as of yet. So as we came back in front of my friend's home, we both noticed that one of the employee's was trying to get our attention, desperately. As we approached the gateway access, he started to talk frantically about one of the kids being hurt and bleeding and that he didn't know what to do and started running for the Shop/Quonset. Well, this definitively got our attention and we took off running after him.

That's where we found my little boy with blood running down his face from a hole in his forehead. And this was indeed quite the gruesome sight as it looked like a piece of his forehead may have been missing. (As we learned later on that this was not the case.) The poor Shop employee was pale from panic and had to be told he could go outside for air as I was afraid he was going to faint. My friend started up her vehicle as I gathered up my boy in my arms to rush him, once again, to the emergency room.

During the time of getting his 2nd set of stitches like a pro, my son explained to the amused doctor that he and his friends were playing "Don't Touch The Lava.  He slipped  from the couch to the fireplace and bumped his head on a piece of chopped wood. Although it did require 11 stitches (4 inside/7 outside) to close his forehead, there wasn't any missing and the scar is pretty cool for a young man to show off.

Then there was the 3rd set of stitches...involving a chain-link fence, Power Rangers, and a process known as 'Morphing'. That 'adventure' is for another bedtime story, though. Until then, goodnight kids...(and play safe.)