Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Good Grief

Grief, a short word, but packed with all kinds of stuff. When we lose our pet, whether through accident, illness or other loss, it can be devastating for the owner, and the family and friends of the owner. For some, the grief can be as strong as losing a child or a spouse because some owners think of their pets as furry little people. Grief for a pet may be difficult for some friends and family to understand but grieving for your pet is normal and expected.
When I lost shadow, my black long haired feline friend, images kept coming to mind of all the things that we used to do together, and the same thing happened when I lost Simon the cat. Sometimes it seemed like they never really left. I would sit or hours and think about all the things these cats used to do. I still think about Muffin from time to time and she took the journey 17 years ago.
We've cared for 18 cats during our marriage of almost 36 years and we are left now with three cats.
Each one of them was and is precious to us.
Now, instead of grieving, we celebrate their memories with fondness and nostalgia. The love we give our pets comes with a price but the cost is rewarding, and the reward is love. God bless!

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Cat Drinking Using Paw

Nya means precious one. She was brought home one cold February night a couple of years ago.
She was roaming around an industrial park area for weeks.
People who worked in a nursing home fed her bits of their sandwiches.
She goes gaga over plastic grocery bags.
She is a real smart cat, but overeats.

Nya drinking out of a glass using her paw:


Monday, February 13, 2017

SPCA Tee-shirt

I have a Tee-shirt that my wife bought from the SPCA as a present for me. She also bought them as presents for some other friends and family. The Tee-shirt reads in large white print - "CAT HAIR DON"T CARE". I really like this Tee-shirt. Not only is it comfortable and attractive, the proceeds from the sales went toward animal rescue, rehabilitation, adoption, and spay and neuter programs. I also like what the message on the shirt sends to people.

Friday, January 20, 2017

Review of News Article

Christmas Together - Assault Victim, Cat Daisy Reunited
'The Chronicle Herald Mon. Dec. 26, 2016 p A5
I can't believe that this happened in my neck of the woods.
Hannah left her apartment because Daisy was going to be taken from her.
While hitch-hiking she refused to give sexual favours to a truck driver and she was thrown in the ditch with Daisy. Daisy scurried off and Hanna was found later with serious injuries.
While Hanna was recovering from her injuries, someone took Daisy into their home, had her treated at the vets, and kept her until Hanna could be reunited with her. Hanna and her friends prayed continually for Daisy's safety, during her three months in the wild. Hanna never gave up hope for  Daisy. She now has a cat friendly apartment and much needed financial and emotional help from friends.
This is a bad news good news story. The awful things that Hanna was made to go through because of uncaring people and then caring people helping her. Loving people advertised that Daisy was lost, Heather took Daisy into her home and had her treated at the vets, The MP's office and the Library assisted in making and distributing flyers and putting Daisy's picture on social media. Someone notified Hanna about the apartment she so desperately needed. Hanna is still in much pain from the ordeal and needs a walker now to get around.
I have to ask myself: Am I a caring person? I hope so. And God bless all who are. Let God bless you.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Fear of Cats

We had a friend - past on now, dear soul, who was afraid of cats. When she visited us, we had to keep the cats away from her.  The scientific name for this condition is Ailurophobia. She was afraid of the razor blades on the little fur ball's paws. She didn't like the way the cats stared at her. She didn't even want a cat to touch her. It seemed to me to be totally irrational, but for someone with the phobia, it is very real. The best thing to do is to be understanding and compassionate towards these people and don't try to change them or force cats upon them. If they really want to, they can seek help from a therapist. This is an area for the qualified. And, don't forget to pray for the person you know who is afraid of cats: God just may release his healing power.

Monday, October 10, 2016

I Love Cats

I Love Cats. That's why I include them in all of my fictional stories published on Amazon Kindle. I am  a cat person because I like their independence. Our feline masters aren't as demanding as dogs. Cats are more aloof, and self reliant. You don't necessarily have to take them for walks, they don't ruin your lawn, and they are very clean. They don't mind being left alone for most of a day once in a while and all their requirements are: a clean litter box; a well balanced diet, a bowl of water, some exercise, and cuddling.

In my memoir, Two Feral Waifs, cats are rescued by me and my family.
Sandy, in Theory of Sevens, owns cats but they don't play a part in the story.
Jerome in Fire Escape rescues a cat from a rooftop, as a fun little side plot diversion.

When I write another work of fiction, it will include a cat in the story somehow - I promise.
I recently finished Bible Promises - A Compilation, that includes Jesus, The Lion of the Tribe of Judah. My next book is an Inspirational Devotional that may take me a couple of years to complete, with the title to be announced.

So be blessed, keep loving your pets, be a blessing, and love God.

Thursday, September 15, 2016

In Rememberence of Simon

Simon fell asleep on Thursday, 1 September 2016. He was the loving feline pet of a family that misses him very much. I remember all the quirky things he used to do. First thing in the morning he would wake me up to feed and water him and let him out in the yard for a little while. I would clean his litter box in the meantime. Then he would sit on the toilet seat while I shaved, brushed my teeth and got a shower. He would then have a drink of water out of my cupped hand. At breakfast time, he would wait for a little taste of milk from the left over granola  cereal, sitting patiently by my side until I was finished. Then he would curl up beside me on the sofa while I did my morning routine on my laptop. So I would sit in the yard for awhile and Simon would curl up beside me on the grass while I enjoyed my garden. After lunch, I would put my glass on the floor and he would drink out of it by using his paw as a ladle.  Then I would let him out the patio door. Next thing I know he's scratching at the front door to come in. I open the front door and he heads straight to the patio door and goes out back again. In the evening I would be sitting in my easy chair reading a book or having some conversation when he would come up in my lap, give me a head bunt for almost a minute then curl up for a little while until got restless. Simon will always be missed and I will remember him fondly as the quirkiest cat I have ever had the privilege to be their staff.