What We Did on Thanksgiving Day

Mom got up early and made pies.
Oreo listened to Christmas music. Roxy helped make cookies.

Grant had another nap.

Burrsprize!*!

Last weekend we woke up covered in leaves.

Today was a little different.
This massive amount of snow warrented a 2 hour delay for school today.
You can see the roads are trecherous.
When we bought this house we thought."Oh good, a sledding hill."
hehehe
Iceberg Cabbages

And here's a sight you only see in the South.

Nothing says "Winter" like snow on the Pampas grass and Palmettos.

Zoe's Quilt

I made this little quilt

for a special little girl.

Zoe lives very far away in Prague.

December 7 will be her 1st birthday.

I hope it gets there in time.

Myrrh and Sheba checked it carefully.

It appears to be warm and snuggly

This item has been approved by Inspector Number One.
Any irregularities in this item are due to its hand made nature
and should not be considered flaws.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ZOE!!!!!!!!

Self Portraits

I have been practicing with the camera to do self portraits.

Then there is the added challenge of holding a cat.

Cuz' who wants a pic by themselves.

Must have cute sidekick.

Maggie is more co-operative.
She even smiles.
I had some pics of Oreo but they are always blurry.

The Next Level

This is a book I read recently, I wish I could buy every one I know a copy.

It offers insight into the character of God and can help anyone trying to figure out what they should be doing with their lives.

You must buy your own at the first opportunity.

Happy Windy Sabbath

We woke up to a warm windy day. We have had rain for two days and strong thunder storms last night. There was a large limb down right in front of my car.

(If you click on this pic you can see my "got siamese?" decal)

Solomon loves it when we come outside with him.

Lyns tries to blend into the scenery.

Maggie would blend in if she held still long enough.

Jilly found a leave that made its way into the kitchen.

Leaf, caught and killed. Good kitty!

FACEBOOK

Carrie talked me into getting on Facebook and I've been having so much fun with it. These are pics from my friend Roger Mann.

This is Camp AuSable, Pam Ball and I sang "Neath the Crust of the Old Apple Pie" (which we wrote ourselves to the tune of Neath the Old Apple Tree)_and then we mashed pies in Roger's and Ron Durham's faces. The only difficult thing was singing in public.

Anyway on Facebook I was able to reconnect with Ron and Roger. Talked to both of them today via Instant Messaging. Roger is in Miami-no idea how that happened. Ron is playing lumberjack in the mountains outside LA. From our brief chat I gather he's still a goof.

I've enjoyed talking with other friends too, this is really nice cause that life is soooooo long ago and sooooooooo far away.

Thanks Carrie

RANT

I really like my new blog title, since I work with patients who are always wanting to change their medications due to cost or they just get sick of taking them. And I also work with Doctors who too often think that a pill here or there will fix everything.

We had 2 patients last week that were 100 and 101. We have lots of 80 & 90 somethings. These two ladies were astounding. One was deaf as a post, there with her son, she was determined to hear every word said and be involved in everything, so we shouted a lot. She was able to walk in and climb up on the exam table and undress herself and worry about her hair.

The other was in a wheelchair, there with a daughter. Hair & makeup done (both old ladies actually), but her skin was smooth and rosy. Her birthdate in the computer mistakenly had her as aged 79 (computers don't know what to do with ages over 100 sometimes) She looked more like 70 something and she too took part in all conversations and was able to ask questions and let her needs be known.

People like that inspire me, they unfailingly are kind and bright and have folks around that love and care for them. These two, one black and one white, I wondered if it would have been possible for them to be friends in younger days, now they have so much in common.

I promised to rant when I titled the blog. Sticking with my dosage has gone down the toilet, the medical accronym is CTD (circling the drain). So much pain lately, my back and neck. I finally went to the Dr., she gave me a short course of prednisone, muscle relaxers, and a couple of days off. In case you were wondering this is why I don't go to the Dr. I work for. He'd never give me the days off, or at least he'd hesitate.

I do wonder if the stress of the job is to blame for increased pain. I haven't done anything new to injur myself. I have thought about looking for a new job but am shot at the end of the week. Don't really know what I want to do. I think something different would be less stressful but I have an unreasonable fear of boredom which I equate with paperwork. I like responsibility and productivity and doing the best I can. Medicine is anything but boring unless you are just doing billing or something like that. It would drive me insane(r).

I know lots of people have it tougher than I do. I am glad I have a job. I'm glad I have Fridays and weekends off. I would most like to stay home and raise puppies and kitties and bake my own bread and make my own curtains. If you are reading this and you have just won the lottery, here's your worthy cause.

One day at a time Cheri.

Hey, Ryan, look its not about animals!

I got a few little projects done this weekend.

There was another heartshaped hole in this cabinet but the squirrels chewed it out because there was birdseed in there.

So I had Gregg make a cut out to cover it.

I painted it and stuck it on, I think it looks pretty good.

Then I redecorated the wreaths on either side of the front door with fallish stuff.

Did you noticed I painted meezers on everything?
See, my life is not consumed by catses.

Caged and Confused

I took Skye and Squeak out on the porch this afternoon to see how they'd like it.

Skye thinks the flowers go well with her gray fur.
Squeak thinks there might be something interesting in the box labled "kat fud".
(It's Solomon's-he can't spell)
Rockin chairs are cool.
Hm.....how do I get out? Do I want out?

Ok, not fair!

Tenussey Heer We Come!

We wuz on the puter chekin the kitty blog en we fownd out big sistr Cawy wants us to com to Tennneessseee to her hous. So we gots sum stampses and maked a tickit en got in the snale male box. That mael guy shuld bee heer anee minit.

Duz big brudder Rien nose aboot dis? We shud be der in a cuppel of few times.

Mia's

This sweetie is Blu Skye ("Blue skies smilin' at me...") She is a blue point himalayan.








This is Squeak (for the noise he makes most often). He is a cream point himalayan.

Everybody is in a rowdy mood this afternoon.

Bless you child.

Puff Clouds

Mia's babies look like little fluffy clouds.
They still don't have names.
Grant wants to name them Cumulus and Nimbus.
I don't even know if I spelled that right.
They are getting around pretty well now. They have teeth so I made them a box today with food water and kitty litter in it.

New Link

If you check out my links there is a new one for Cat Whispers. This is going to be my new site to send customers who want to look at pictures of kittens that are available.

Cheri

Bursprizes!!!

I haven't done many, if any posts about Mia. She came to us several years ago from Gregg's cousin Mike Hammond. She is a pure bred Persian. You can see she is solid white, she has powder blue eyes. She has purrfect hearing which is unusual in a white cat. I had to go look up her birthday-she was born 3-1-96. She turned 12 years old this year.

She is quiet for the most part. She tries to get along with everybody. She took over my babies when I first started with the Siamese cats. Solomon, Sheba and Weezer were all cared for by her. She doesn't like strangers and usually only comes to Gregg or I. She hides most of the time people don't even know she's around.

When I first got Solomon, I thought it would be good for her to have one last litter of kittens, she had had two babies years ago from Sylvester, but she never got pregnant with Solomon. Mia, I thought, is too old to have kittens. So her life changed, she started wanting outside sometimes and we let her go as our yard is secluded, she had a great time getting dirty and she became much more bold and friendly.

She also is great buddys with Weezer and liked to be in his cage with him. She looked so good from having been outside! She even put on a little weight! I had brought Mia in and bathed her-she's white, she gets lots of baths and is an easy kitty to bathe. She wanted in with Weezer so we put her in the cage. Oddly she slept in the litterbox. And stayed in the litterbox all night. The next morning I was getting ready for work and checking everybody for food and water and I heard kittens crying. At this point the Siamese babies were all in 0ur room and bathroom and hadn't started wandering around the house. I followed the sound thinking somebody had gotten away from the moms and couldn't find the way back.

The sound took me to Weezer's cage and Mia. I saw babies in the litterbox! I freaked, thats a dangerous place for little ones. The litter is very absorbant and.... ew! I hollered at Gregg to get up because I had to get to work and he was going to have to take care of them. He got them out and cleaned up and in a proper basket. She is doing fine as is happy, happy, happy. She had two fluffy babies, not sure if boys or girls yet. The white one seems to be solid white, it may have a tiny dark spot on its upper lip, I'm not sure if its permanent yet. The other seems to be a sealpoint. They look like they will have long hair.

These kittens are so much quieter than the Siamese babies! There purrsonalities are definitely different.

Two chubby sweet babies!
What a delightful surprise. The more I get involved with cat breeding and raising kittens the more I realize I have a lot to learn. I had no idea that this was possible, I'm a little embarrased that Mia got pregnant at her advanced age, but I am so thankful for the kittens. Mia is ok and very happy.

I'm still working on names for these two. Carrie helped with the last two litters, their names are from the Skippyjon Jones books. The darker kitten is bound to remind us of Hershey (Hershey' Southern Kiss), Hershey was Mias companion, he was a sealpoint Himalayan. I always loved Hershey's name. I'm not sure if these kitties are boys or girls yet, maybe Frosty, Divinity, Mallow or Dovey for the white kitty. Something white and sweet. Something dark and sweet for the other. Cheri's World Famous Chocolate Chip? Ultimate Brownie? Anybody got ideas?

Don't worry we'll make more.

Out of all those kitties, we have two sweet little girls left. This is Melody and Moon.

















But never fear more are on the way. Due to rather poor planning on our part, but no problem, we are delighted they are here safe and sound.

Here are Lily's next batch. The boys are Mr. Fuzzypants, Mr. Fluffernutter and Mr. Cocopugs. And the girls are Jilly Boo and June Bug. These names were pilfered from my new favorite children's book; Skippyjon Jones.



Watch for more posts about Sheba's new crew! We haven't had the energy to get photos yet!