Wandering Wonders

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Somewhere in Canada, I was given four glorious days to spend time at Victoria, BC. It was a gift for being part of belonging in a delegation to make a better British Columbia for the working class. The timing was … Continue reading

Rough edges of security

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Do think that I am weird and uncouth. I give you permission. I allow you to talk and discuss about me with others even in front of me Or pull the rug underneath me Hoping that I will fall flat and … Continue reading

Yes, Jake, memories of you do last even if you are a cat

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To lose a pet always comes with anguish. You wake up everyday and there they are. It becomes so much like breathing you can’t imagine them not ever being there. They ask so little of us food, water, love and … Continue reading

The Moment After: Me and My Cat, Maurice

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I am finding ways to go through the gift of grief as best I can. The only way I can, for now, is to think of all the kindness of family and friends who shared their love for my cat, … Continue reading

Cat’s Tale: Diary for Maurice

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Day 1: Maurice woke me up, breathing on my face and meowing. Startled and looked at the time, it was 4:01 pm in the afternoon. Everything was foggy since I went to bed delirious from having the ferocious flu bug, … Continue reading

Kiss Me, I’m Irish

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I will give thee a dog which I got in Ireland. He is huge of limb, and for a follower equal to an able man. Moreover, he has man’s wit, and will bark thine enemies, but never at thy friends. … Continue reading

Wake Up!

Photographer: Wendy Erlendson, Canada

Photographer: Wendy Erlendson, Canada

How would you like to wake up with cold feet on your face such as a pet frog instead of your average pet of cat and dog?

“My daughter and her pet tree frog, “sticky fingers”, having some fun!”

This is one of the 14 photos selected for Not Your Average Pet National Geographic Your Shot assignment.

Wendy also won an International Photography Contest in 2008. What makes her win is she can bring  creativity and uniqueness to something quite ordinary according to the managing editor of NatGeo.

Pamper Yourself

Other than Lucy, the cat, who helped me get over the brain “silent treatment” Sophie the dog of a mutual friend on Facebook showed me how to relax.

We had a fabulous day of relaxation having our facial.  I learned a trick from her how to remove the bags from my tired eyes.  Cucumber.  That is what I call a cool cucumber.  It works.

Sophie dog - pamper yourself

Sophie’s motto is “every girl needs to pamper herself.”  And did we ever.  Pure bliss.

Do you have tricks to share with Sophie how to pamper yourself?

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Purr-fect Friday

Guilty!  Mr. Frenchie caught me red-handed taking a picture of his cat sitting on the window sill from the lawn.  It was more like “who is that strange lady at the lawn taking a picture of my apartment?”  I know; strange things do happen; stranger still when it’s me.  
Mr. Frenchie is kind enough to invite me in to see the cat. 
The minute the door opened, a cat bolted out to escape.  A chase down the hall ensued, cats will be cats. I can’t really tell whether this is his cat or the nameless one.  Both of them have the same gray fur. 
If you have a cat, what is the first thing they do when you come home?  Meow, feed me, please.  This is exactly what the nameless one did.  As a good foster human Mr. Frenchie is, he obliged.  Apparently, this is the nameless one, and he named her Nymeria.  Akayle is his original cat. 
As for Mr. Pig, Mr. Frenchie has asked him should he wish to take the cat back, he is more than welcome.  It’s his cat in the first place.  Apparently, he has not responded Mr. Frenchie’s kind offer.  I hope Mr. Pig will not reclaim Nymeria for she is so happily settling down with him and her sister, Akayle. 
I’ve never seen a human male who loves cats so much as Mr. Frenchie.  I hope this will be the beginning of a beautiful relationship, especially for Akeyla. 

 Purr~fect.  Our Cat prayers are answered.  Pictures through the courtesy of Mr. Frenchie. 
Thank you, Lord, for sending Mr. Frenchie.
 

A Cat Prayer

An epiphany:  I think we are ruled by cats based on the cat incident.  

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Maurice, Lucy… do you know how lucky you are?  I am your slave and at your beckon call.  My life revolves around you and the apartment has been rearranged so many times just to cater to your whims.  I sure hope you are grateful and thankful for what you have. 
You do know what happened during the past few days, didn’t you?  
maurice and lucy
 
Huh…What are you talking about, human?

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CATastrophy – The Incident

Between Mr. Frenchie, Mr. Polish (Room 307) and Mr. Scottie (Room 308) were in high alert when Mr. MIA took the cat back.  The three men keep surveillance on the status of the cat.  How can they see what’s happening behind closed curtains.  Who knows what’s happening inside Mr. MIA’s apartment? 
Mr. MIA is a smoker and he smokes in the balcony.  At the same time, he was trying to play with the cat with a stick.  Mr. Polish is a smoker as well and he was observing them across from his balcony.  According to Mr. Polish the next thing happened, Mr. MIA hit the cat.  He instinctively shouted at Mr. MIA.  Mr. Scottie heard the commotion.   And he joined in. 
Have you ever dealt with a Scottish person?  Indescribable.  He marched down and went next to the building where Mr. MIA is.  He called him a #$%& P-I-G etc.  I didn’t know Mr. Scottie knew Mr. MIA’s name?  Mr. PIG!  
Mr. Frenchie came out of the balcony, too.  Three against one PIG.  Mr. PIG tail between his leg, surrendered and gave up the cat to Mr. Frenchie.  
In the meantime, the cat is in bad condition.  The cat does not want to be touch at all.  If you do, those nails come out and will draw blood to anyone who dared to touch her.  She was badly hurt.  
This was the incident that Ms. Room 307 told me.  My advice to her was to take the cat first thing Monday morning to check on the cat and I will help pay for the vet’s bill. 
According to the vet, the cat is hurt and maybe needed to be X-rayed.  In the meantime, she was given a pain-killer, a shot of antibiotic and intravenous fluids.  The cat was so dehydrated.
Akeyla - the Nurse

Akeyla – the Nurse

 For now, the nameless cat is with Mr. Frenchie.  I visited the cat and she is hiding in the cupboard at the moment.  Hopefully, with the help of Mr. Frenchie’s nurse, Akeyla, the nameless one will come around. 
Thank you all for your concerns, compassion and support.  
I will give you an update on the situation.  In the meantime, we are keeping vigil including our prayerful dog wearing her head veil to go to church.  I will wear my cat scarf to work today to keep the nameless cat in prayers.
 

 P.S.  My head hurts from this ordeal.  Hopefully, Tylenol will do the trick.
 
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Cat ~ Woman

Sometimes it’s best not to love too much in order to protect myself.  But I can’t help it when it comes to cats. 
Room 307 came to me on Saturday asking for help about a cat.  Oh no, I thought, she is Mother Teresa of cats.
Cat across our building

Cat across our building

Across from the building a cat is alone on the balcony.  Apparently, they have noticed this before when the cat cannot get back inside the apartment on Thursday.  The balcony door was slightly ajar and the cat cannot get in.  Needless to say, they climbed the balcony, opened the door and let the cat in.  Problem solved. 
Not really. This time, the cat is outside, again since Friday night.  The balcony door is close, owner is missing in action.  It was a cold rainy day on Saturday.  Room 307 has observed the cat, spoke to SPCA (Society of Prevention of Cruelty to Animals) asking for advice.  SPCA needs pictures of the status of the cat and a report from them before they can act on rescue mission.  
No wonder for the past nights, I have heard a cat meowing at night.  A meow in distress. 
Here enter the Cat ~ Woman, yours truly:  Picture this: Second floor balcony, a long ladder, and three adults (Mr. and Mrs. Room 307 and Mr. Frenchie) holding the ladder, watching Cat ~ Woman climb up to second floor, assess the situation and to take pictures as evidence for SPCA.
Cat Rescuers

Cat Rescuers

So I narrated what the balcony looks like: a box with pillow and poo poo, a litter box filled with more poo poo, a bowl of dry food, no water.  

That did it.  Mr. Room 307 came up to see.  It was horrifying for him what he saw and decided to save the cat.   Where will it stay, I exclaimed.  Mr. Frenchie to the rescue.   He lives next door to the cat’s owner, Mr. MIA.  He will keep the cat until Mr. MIA will show up.  Problem solved. 
Not really.  Ms. Room 307 poured her heart out to me tonight that the cat is back with Mr. Frenchie.  There was an “incident” that happened while I was at church.  Thank God, I wasn’t around when it happened. 
My heart aches. 

Act of Charity ~ Cat Kind

My cats eat more than I do and their food cost more than my grocery bill.  It’s so disconcerting when I spend so much money on wet food, then Maurice will take one sniff and walks away.  Cajoling, stroking or sweet talks does not work at all if he doesn’t like his supper. 
It’s really important to make them happy since they are my loving and loyal companion.  Should I have my own, of course, I will do the same.  Therefore, these cats are my “children”. 
Thank goodness, I found Henri, the “catherapist”.  I could learn a lot from him not to mention a few new language. 
Jouir de       =^.^=