Showing posts with label Spit Spot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spit Spot. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Rememberances

Today is my father's birthday, that is, if he hadn't passed away in 2004.  There are days when I miss him so terribly, that I feel there is a hole in my chest.  And then other times, I think of love and fun, Sir Graves Ghastly movies on Saturday afternoons, and the World Series Winning Detroit Tigers of 1984, and I smile and know that Angel Dad is watching from heaven.  Happy Birthday, Puba!

Christmas 1973
Dad and Mom

"Rocket To The Moon!"

My father, with his first-born on his shoulders
(Dig that crazy tie!)
And an old friend left us last week for The Rainbow Bridge: Spit Spot. I posted about his recent 20th birthday here.  His family is very sad, yet have a houseful of rowdy kittens to lick away their tears.
Farewell, Angel Spit Spot

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Happy 20th Birthday, Spit Spot!

Doesn't look a day over 12!
The Birthday Mancat!
Spit Spot was a feral kitten, born from a feral mama along with his sister Tonya.  Some kind folks fed them, made houses for them, and slowly lured the kittens inside.  Tonya crossed the Rainbow Bridge years ago, but old man Spit Spot (named for the white patch of fur on his back foot) is enjoying life with three rowdy kittens and one tortie who plays the buffer between the youngsters and the old mancat.
Spit Spot and Sassy, poolside

Spit Spot on patrol, with Mango in front

The Old Man gets his own tree, while
Sassy (floor), Rusty, (middle) and
Mango (top) have a cat party
I've had the pleasure of meeting Spit Spot in the fur, many years ago, and although he and his cat and human families live far away, we are great long-distance friends.  I have learned so very much from these caring folk over time, and feel lucky to know them.

Happy Birthday, Spit Spot!
Living Large With Love
💝🐾🐱🎉

I am informed that tuna is on today's birthday party menu!

Friday, February 17, 2017

Awwww....!!!


"I'm so cute, your head is gonna explode from it!"
Mango In The Basket

"Nom nom nom..."
Mango Eats The Basket

Mango in front, Rusty in back, Skittles on the side
Mango, Skittles and Rusty Play With Basket

These three will be seven months old on February 19.  My dear friends P&M adopted them, and are delighting in the happy group. The Cat Crew also includes Miss Sassy, who is around 2 years old, and elderly gent Spit Spot who is past 20!  Do you know what the bad thing is about all of this?  They live over 1,000 miles away!  How can I play with and love on all of these cuties?

Adorable Mango
Sleepy Mango

Skittles is a doll!
Skittles

Thinking outside of the box
"Don't box me in!" 

Boneless kittens
Rusty and Mango napping

"Watch out!"
Mango takes his life into his paws
by playing with Sassy's tail!

Former Feral Mr. Spit Spot
Mr. Spit Spot from a few years ago,
when I first met him...gorgeous!
Thank goodness for today's technologies...text messages and phone photos make sharing our babies with each other so much easier! Even from much too far away.

Saturday, August 09, 2014

Hellos...and Good-Byes

Persephone
Aries

You may remember that I mentioned a mean neighbor's cat who I've tried to shoo out of the yard.  Anyone with a cat knows that cats cannot be shoo'd!  So, taking the advice from some smart comment's, I tried to make friends.  Aries, the boy in the second photo, growls and makes these really threatening noises when I approach.  But after a couple of kibble feedings, he's now letting me pet him and scritch him under the chin!  He continues to growl, while he's head-butting me!  Weird, but I accept his friendship offer.  And his sister Persephone is a little doll; she just keeps purring and comin' back for more luvin'.  She would not sit still for a good photo, but obviously Kindness works!  A big hello to Aries and Persephone!  Oh, and there is a mini-dachshund named Zeus living there too, but that little dog knows better than to wander into our wild-cat backyard sanctuary.  Great names, no?

And I'd like to welcome Emily at Stillness at Cherith.  They just lost their sweetie kitty Lucy, and quickly decided that Oscar and Winston needed a new sister.  Emily is a cute little kitty, and I am wishing the whole family purrs on the loss of Lucy, and hugs to Emily.

More 'Welcome!' signs to Magoo at my niece's house, and Izzy and Ivan at William of Mass Destruction, whom I have mentioned before.
Poppy
Now some goodbyes:
Poppy was 20 plus years old when she left for the Rainbow Bridge in October 2013.  I just recently learned she was gone, as she lived Up North with her humans.  Poppy arrived as a kitten, with her momma and sisters, in Macomb Township, Michigan.  All were trapped, spayed, then fed and cared for.  When the humans moved, Poppy and a few remaining sisters went along.  Poppy was the last of her family, and although deaf and blind, she still enjoyed getting brushed and snuggled.  Farewell, Old Girl.

My aunt lost her kitty Putchka to a bladder tumor a few weeks ago.  I have no photo of her, but I know she was once a pariah cat at a home full of people and animals.  My aunt removed her from that awful experience, and gave her a home of her very own.  The two lived together for many years, so now it's quiet at the house.  However, the neighbor's cat is welcome to find his way inside from time to time, and he continues to visit for a nap on the couch, some petting from my aunt, and a nibble of food.  She is considering a new cat, but will give herself some time first.  Adieu, Putchka.

Amber
Amber has been ill for awhile, with a fast-growing tumor.  Her humans took her to the bestest veterinarian, and they started on a course to keep Amber as healthy and pain-free as possible.  She left for the Rainbow Bridge a week ago, less than two weeks after her sister Sugarbear.  Amber and Sugarbear's humans are sad, yet they have Tonya and Spit Spot to hug and purr with.  Tonya and Spit Spot were strays, but they hung around the backyard long enough to become tamed, then incorporated into the feline family, called The Cat Crew.  Amber and Sugarbear's brother cat Colby passed in 2012.  So long, sweet Amber.

Tonya
Spit Spot
I love my cats, and heck, I love other people's cats too!  It is hard to live without them, but the tremendous joy and love we receive when they are with us is just too fantastic.  May we always remember the warmth, the purrs, and the beautiful moments of love.  Kindness...that's the key!  Open your kitty-loving arms and say, "Hello!"