Wordy Wednesday

We haven't made it around to efurrybody's blog lately because Maw is working in da yard a lot. She ist tilling up da old flower beds and adding expanded shale and compost to the black gumbo stuff that North Texans call dirt. Since it's the hottest time of the year, we purrsonally fink Maw hast lot wat few marbles she onced hadeded. A few bricks shy ov a full load. A few sanwitches shy of a pic-a-nic. A few kards shy ov a full deck. Maw's favrit saying was frum her drill sgt. wen she waz in basic training years and years ago. He was reely mad at dem and told dem dey wuz abowt az bright az a 40 watt light bulb in a bucket of s&*t. Maw hast neffer furgotten dat cuz she tot it wuz SO Funny!!!!

Anyhoo, we will try an make her bisit all ov yooze who hast leftededed commints ofur da last few days.




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Wacky Wednesday

Here are all four of the "Fosters" as we still call them 4 years later. From left to right, Smokey, Obi, Reno, and Sally. They were sitting together on the smallest platform in the enclosure last night waiting on the storms to move in.

We started getting them one at a time in April of 2003 to try and get them cured of their chronic diarrhea and help them with their eye problems which turned out to be Feline Herpes 1 or what used to be called Feline Rhinotracheitis Virus. They are all siblings and spent the first 9-11 months of their lives in cages in the Crazy Cat Lady's garage. They will all be 5 years old on May 5. They were born to a truly feral, not just stray, momma cat who as far as I know still lives in a wooden shed on the crazy cat lady's property.

Some of you noticed Sally's expression in yesterday's photo. Part of that is probably that she was upset with Paw for disturbing her sleep with the flashy box, and part of it is the scarring of her third eyelid in her right eye. She still doesn't like to be held, and is only just beginning to sleep with us at night when she is cold. Since we had to give her meds for several months after she came here, and I still have to wipe her eye at least every other day to get the dried black protein off, she doesn't like to be messed with too much.

We've tried to adopt them out at various stages, but Obi has way too many health problems, Reno is fairly untractable, and Sally gets horribly grumpy in a cage at PetSmart. Smokey could probably be adopted out. He is wonderful and affectionate and loves to play, but I'm no longer with that foster group. So here he is.

Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday