Watering Hole

 "Now, Lynn, when did I ever knock anything over? I'm a cat, we just don't do that."

You may remember I posted about Precious and need

for water during popcorn time.  Well, I found a heavy

glass that is just her size to take the place of my

small light weight plastic glass.

It didn't hurt the look for me with blue bicycle on it, either.

But the real reason for the glass is that I was worried that

one of us would tip the plastic glass over onto the multiple

bingbat cable TV and DVD controls. 

And my cell phone that lies on the small table all day

long when I'm home.  I really didn't have much fear

of Precious being to one to spill water onto everything

that is too expensive to replace.  Just me when I did

anything.  And now we keep the glass in the fridge during

the hot days while Precious takes her long naps. I pull

it out for her when she gets up or she reminds me it

is missing from the table.

Precious and I wish you all a Happy New Year with

only good things to come.

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Her Christmas Gift

"I like it when you change things just for me, Lynn."

I only moved a pillow out of Precious' way from on the top shelf

to under it.  It had started falling over every time she leaped

up to her high shelf and I got tired of picking it up off the floor.

 I placed it on the unused fleece thermal blanket. It appeared to

me that it would be too tight of a place for her to climb into

and lay down.  But she found it a challenge and took to it.

"You can't fool me, Lynn, I know you did this just

for my sleeping pleasure.  Thanks."

A warm place to be during the cold of winter.

I'll think of it as her Christmas gift.

"I wish you all a furry merry Christmas."

I think this 6 month old female fawn says Merry Christmas, too.

Her twin sister was just a couple feet away lying down also.

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Victorian Christmas

 "Holy cow, gee whiz, oh my gosh, gol dern. How soon do

we move in?"

We aren't moving here, Precious. This is a 28 room

Victorian farm house built in 1880's by a rich man.

He imported the 4 tile fire places and rich wood mantels

directly made in England. He also imported the craftsmen

to assemble all. 

The photo of the house outside was taken in October about

4 years ago.  But I went for the Christmas decorations just

a week ago while the roads were clear and dry. This time

of year on twisty hilly country roads are iffy.

If you would like better look into this museum, just look up

Victorian Museum Millersburg Ohio USA and they have

professional photos to enjoy.

 This was my Christmas treat to myself this year.

The above is one of the maids rooms on the 3rd floor.

The house had hot and cold running water, two half baths and

one full with claw foot tub. Therefore they plumbed the maids

rooms and the nursery with marble sinks, too.

And this is just one example of the exquisite painting on the 

curved ceilings.  I forgot to take photos of the chandeliers, but they

were both electric and gas. General Electric provided electricity only

3 hours a day, so they had gas plumbed into the same fixtures. 

"Really Lynn, 28 rooms to explore and hide in.

 I couldn't go wrong hiding in here."

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Combs and Hair brushing

 "What happened to my brush and comb? I didn't mean to wear

them out!"

Here is the brush I have used for Precious for years.  It is a very

old men's head massage brush.  It never got used on man nor

beast until Precious.  She did not like the metal comb that

long furred Peepers loved.  And then the child size hair brush

that was needed and liked by Seney also did not impress my

grey girl.

After using this daily for at least the past 6 years, the thin plastic

started cracking all over the brush.  So of course, good old

duck tape applied to the back has put it back into temporary use.

I knew I was going to have to replace the red one sooner or

later.  So every store I went in that had hair products, I searched

for the head massage brush.  No luck, only on the internet could 

I find one.  Then I started looking into every pet department of

stores for a brush.  It was really aggravating to know what I wanted

and not find anything.  But then I found this $2 pet brush at 

Walmart! I thought that was cheap enough to try and wow,

Precious loves it and it definitely does as good a job on  getting

the shedding furs.

However, the red brush was not the only one starting to fall apart.

Here is a corner comb that was Seney's  so it may be 25 years old.

Precious loves to do her own cheeks while I do the rest of her.

And the plastic teeth are breaking off daily.  So I did find a 

completely different shape one at Chewy and took a chance on

it also.  And she loves it too. 

"Hey, be careful there, don't yank on the snaggles too hard."

And I decided to try my hand at the art of painting again,

so here's Precious.

"I look better in grey onesie Lynn, instead of colors."

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Trying to get in the spirit

 "Lynn, you did all this while I was snoozing under the bed."

I am trying to get into the Christmas Spirit.

I put up the tree Dec. 1.  

Angel Peepers has had the top billing since 1994.

I also received my first Christmas card on

Dec. 1.  I have not even gotten out my very

short list and box of cards to think on addressing

anything yet. 

I love the religious reason for Christmas. It was

how I was raised and believe in my heart today.

But I have lost the spark for celebrating the 

holiday season. Don't know if it is an age thing,

or just me.

"Lynn, tell them you visited the orphans."

Precious is right there, I did get 3 more cat beds

crocheted and delivered along with food and donation.

I could have brought any number of them home with me

if there was a way.

And some of you may have seen that Precious had

a delicious birthday party with Jo Jo. I do believe

Marv and Kozmo made great waiters.  And Cinnamon

was maitre'd.

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3 Birthdays

 "Me first, me first, please Lynn."

I'll let folks know what we are celebrating, but you

are the youngest, so your story goes last. Sorry.

November is time for me to celebrate birthdays for my sweet

Seney, and Precious. And my own, not that there is ever any

celebrating on that one anymore.

 

Seney was born almost 40 years to the day after me. I always

enjoyed knowing we were such an even number of years apart.

I was born in 1952, so I am now 69. Don't even know how that

happened. Lets just skip me and get on to the good stuff.

Seney was born 1992, and she lived a little past her 20th

birthday.  I've never had a cat live so long. I still am amazed

by this. She was 11 weeks old when I picked her up. 

She came home with me in the dead of winter and

slept on my pillow that night. She continued that for the rest

of her life.  I fell asleep (or not) to the pull of her toes in my

hair and the sound of her loud purr.

Precious was born in the fall of 2011, and the orphanage

really doesn't know just when, so I figured why not just

make her birth month celebration November!  She is now

10 years old one way or another. Close enough in cat years.

"So, Lynn,  I still have another 10 years to go, right?

But I only sleep at the foot of the bed or anywhere else

in the house I like. Your pillow is not big enough for the 

two of us."

So another year just escapes me and I cannot

figure out where time goes.  Or does it actually

not go anywhere?

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Kitten

 "I never want to go outside. It's not safe for kitties."

Just the other day, going into the big little city to grocery

shop, I spied a poor cat on the road. Of course, it had been

struck by a vehicle very recently. I was not in a good place

to stop and move it off the road from my lane.

A twisty hilly country lane. But on the way back just a

short time later, I was able to park off the road on the other

side and walk about 50 feet to pick the beautiful tabby up.

What really saddened and angered me is this 6 month or

so young kitten was wearing a too tight flea collar. I imagine

the owner must have thought they were doing the right thing 

to keep parasites off a kitten. But then to turn it out when

the kitten must not have yet realized where "home" was

simply meant it would do the natural cat thing and wander off.

It did not have an id tag of any kind. And I doubt it had

been spayed or neutered.

I think it would have had no chance to survive outside,

one way or the other.  We live in the country, not in town

with fenced yards where a cat may not stray far from 

home. Out this way, it must

be too enticing to go farther and farther.

I know Blackie is an outside cat, but he has managed

to stay close to the hand that feeds him and not yet 

get struck. Too many cats lose out against the odds

of living wild.

" I'm glad I'm an

inside girl."

These fellows are on the move now.  I have see at least 7 different

bucks, all distinquished by their different shape antlers.

Same corner of the yard one day later. Our first

snow of the year.

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