Have you ever had a rescued pet? I’d love to hear about it in the comments.
Have you ever had a rescued pet? I’d love to hear about it in the comments.
It was one of those days when people were disappointing. Pathetic attempts to disparage the sincere efforts of others and the spreading of self-serving misinformation intended to malign a group who only exist to serve their community seemed to be the order of the day. I am ashamed to say I let it get to me. So much so that instead of cooking the fabulous meal I had planned, I asked David to take me to Sonic for dinner. AND I had a cherry limeade. I could say that I’m hanging my head in shame over that meal but I’m not. Sometimes you just need a cherry limeade. My only regret is that I didn’t ask for extra cherries.
But here it is after 10 p.m. and I’m letting it go. People are what they are, even when they pretend they aren’t. Or something like that. Anyway, how about some adorableness?
The kittens are getting cuter every day. Two of them opened their eyes today. As I held each of them up to my face and talked to them, I wondered what they were thinking of this brand new world and this huge human face cooing to them. Probably, “Where’s my mother?!”.
And then there’s the sweetest dog on the planet, Shiloh. He’s supposed to lie on that green sheet when he’s on the carpet but he hasn’t quite mastered that yet. Here he is watching tv with David:
Tomorrow will be a better day because I will make it so. It will be Friday and I have plans. Nothing elaborate but plans, nonetheless. They include sunshine and music and books and food. And maybe wine. In fact, definitely wine.
Last week Gentilly (aka “Tilly”) had her babies. I’d been suggesting she just have three rather than the five or six our cats generally like to have. She did pretty good and just had four. Most of our cats have been mostly black. We’ve had the occasional striped kitty and a gray one (poor Gracie – sad story, don’t want to think about it). Never have we had any white ones but as you can see in the picture, we did this time. I didn’t want to disturb them for this first picture taken when they were just a few hours old but there are two white kittens, a gray, and a gray striped. No black ones this time!
Tilly is a good mama and the babies are getting cute. I’ll try to get a good photo and share it tomorrow.
Springtime on Apple Tree Farm also means getting ready to plant my garden. I’ve been working a little at a time removing the stubborn grass and weeds from the first of my raised beds. Ordinarily I wouldn’t plant until after Easter – that’s what my grandma always told me – but I feel pretty certain we’ve seen the last of winter here in southeastern Oklahoma. We will be in New Orleans April 12-24 and I don’t want to leave too much extra work for Chris to take care of while we are away so I’m only going to plant a couple of tomato plants before we go. I’m hopeful that with this early spring I might have the first tomatoes by early June. Mmm…nothing like a home-grown tomato still warm from the sun. As you can see, Calliope likes to *help* me garden. In fact, I usually have two or three cats out with me.
And speaking of helpers…here’s our beautiful Shiloh (and Liz in the grass behind him). As you can see, he still has the external fixator on his front leg. Our vet says the bone is calcifying well and the plan is to remove the pins and fixator sometime after we return from New Orleans. He’s been putting more weight on the leg and everyone is confident that he will have a full recovery. He is absolutely the sweetest dog on the planet. Everyone who meets him falls head over heels in love. I feel so fortunate that we were able to adopt him.
I’m really excited about spring and enjoying the time outdoors, despite the allergies. In addition to the garden, I’m also planning to plant a few fruit trees. At one time I had planned to have an orchard in the area where Liz is in the picture above (It’s a much bigger area than the picture indicates) but that’s where everyone sets up their tents during our annual Happyland Music Festival. Then I got a brilliant idea the other day. I’m going to plant a few fruit trees around the outside of the chicken pen. They will be close enough to reach with the hose to water and will eventually provide shade for the chickens.
And speaking of chickens, one of my cousins is going to raise some chicks for me along with his. As soon as they are big enough to be outdoors, I’ll go get them from him. This means I don’t have to raise messy chicks in the house this year. Don’t get me wrong; they are very cute and I enjoyed getting the opportunity to watch them grow. The first time. But I’ve done that a few times now and I’m perfectly happy to skip that stage. I’m just eager to have our own supply of eggs again, as well as the pleasure of taking care of my little flock.
So that’s the latest from Apple Tree Farm. What’s going on in your neck of the woods? Do you garden? I’d love to hear what Spring is like where you live.
I have been wanting to see Radiohead in concert for a long time so as soon as the tickets went on sale, David bought them for us. The two closest venues were Dallas and Kansas City. We decided on Kansas City because it was on a Sunday night (Dallas was a Tuesday) and since David has a location there he figured he could work in a trip to check things out on the Monday following. As it turns out, he ended up having to go earlier so by the time we went, he didn’t need to make another visit so he just took a vacation day. We flew up on Saturday, the 10th and returned Monday the 12th.
Just across the street from the concert venue we were greeted by this:
I took this blurry photo with my phone as I quickly crossed the street but yes, those are the infamous Westboro Baptist nuts protesting Radiohead. Apparently there weren’t any good funerals to protest that evening. I later looked up an article about it to find out precisely what they have against Radiohead and this is what I found:
“God is undoing this nation and effecting (sic) all of your lives, with the moth that quietly eats the very fabric of your national garment. Radiohead is just such an event. Freak monkey’s (sic) with mediocre tunes keeps you busy and focused by lightness.”
Oookaaay. In this instance I think I’m most offended by their poor writing skills. To each his own but I thoroughly enjoy the “mediocre tunes” of these “freak monkey’s (sic)” and the show was fantastic.
After 17 years of devotion, we had to say goodbye to our dear Malory this morning. I knew it would be hard but I underestimated how grief-stricken I would be. Malory entered our lives during the summer of 1993 and captured the hearts of everyone who knew him. Even people who weren’t fond of cats liked Mal. He was more like a dog in many ways. He never played the usual coy cat games but would come when you called his name, no matter where he was. He loved to be held like a baby and was truly the most tolerant cat I’ve ever known.
The kids were 6 and 9 when Malory entered our lives as a stray. At first I only agreed to let them feed him on the front porch but before long he was in the house and we were wrapped around his little paw. I honestly can’t wrap my mind around the idea that he is no longer with us. He was a constant presence in our lives and will be greatly missed.
*UPDATE: I got the photo uploader to work so here are the pictures I took of Iggy Pup on the evening of his return. The pictures don’t really show how skinny he is but if he’ll stick around, we’ll have him filled out again soon.
Iggy Pup disappeared about a month ago. As a young, as-yet-un-neutered male, we suspected he’d found a female in heat and would return in a couple of days. Unfortunately he did not. I drove around looking for him and did some asking around but to no avail. After about two weeks we faced up to the fact that he was likely gone forever. And then our dear Emily started acting like she didn’t feel well. For two days she simply didn’t act like her usual self and I was planning to see if David could take off work and help me get her to the vet the next day. And then she disappeared. She never went more than 50 yards from the house so when we couldn’t find her, I knew something was wrong. She never returned so she must have gone off to die. Two dogs in less than a month is way more than I wanted to cope with, especially since our 14 or 15 year old cat, Malory, is declining rapidly. I’ve been really sad about all this.
And then this evening Chris hollered upstairs to me, “Iggy is back!”. I ran downstairs and out front. There he was…skin and bones but apparently okay. He still had his collar but he had lost so much weight that it was huge on him. I filled him a bowl of dry dog food and added a whole can which he wolfed down in nothing flat. Then he laid down in the yard and was soon fast asleep. Oh, how I wish he could tell his where he’s been but for now I’m just happy to have him back home. We didn’t exactly kill the fatted calf but we did give him two hot dogs.
*Blogger has changed its photo upload procedure and it’s not cooperating right now. The picture above is the one I took when I first rescued him. I’ll try again tomorrow to post the ones I took this evening.