Welcome to my blog!  I hope you enjoy it!  I hope you laugh, or cry, or think a little bit upon reading what you find here.  I hope you visit often.  I, in turn, will try to keep up my end of the bargain and post regularly. 

This is my blog and I occasionally swear on it.  If you are offended by "strong language", then this is not the blog for you.  I often post about my animals.  I usually include treatment information to help others who may find themselves in the same situations.  If animals bore you or you do not like them, especially cats--this is, after all, called "A Dozen Cats Past Crazy"--then this is not the blog for you.

I have sight-impaired readers and hearing-impaired readers.  Visual and Audio posts include transcriptions for them 99% of the time.  If it bothers you to read that info, skip it.  In addition, I often use "extra" punctuation for my friends using readers.  I want everybody to be able to "see" how I've laid out the words. 

I am leaving the Anonymous Comments open for now.  Mostly because I welcome comments (it lets me know somebody is reading ) and I don’t want folks to have to sign up for a Live Journal account in order to post.  However, ALL anonymous comments are SCREENED, so any whack job comments will not be seen by anyone but me and will thus be a total waste of time for anyone trying to stir up some drama.   Legitimate anon comments will be eventually unscreened.

If you do chose to leave an Anonymous Comment, please either sign your name or give me a good clue as to who you are.  I like to know who’s “talking” to me.

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Dear Kitten Killing piece of SHIT:

You TORTURED and KILLED a tiny, 4-5 pound kitten because it was "bothering" your 200+ pound self. If you can justify killing a kitten that could have been picked up and put in a drawer or closet with that line of bullshit, then I can't imagine what you would do with a teething infant or toddler that needs a nap. Pity Michigan doesn't have a death penalty, as I really don't want you on the streets again EVER--you are a danger to Society and have forfeited your "rights" as a "human being". That said, I wish with all the power that I have that you "bother" a very big man while you are in jail and he shanks you for it. Blessed Be...

Police: Teen said he killed kitten because 'it was bothering me'

(Image shows a sweet-looking gold and black tabby kitten.)

Mind you, he is 19-years old.  He is an ADULT.  Previous articles about this hideous crime tell how the woman returned home with her 13-year old daughter to find her house had been invaded and robbed and the family pet viciously killed.  It wasn't enough to break into these people's home and ruin their sense of security.  It wasn't enough to steal things that they had worked hard to get...he and his friends had to hurt a defenseless little KITTEN.  Several big "men" just couldn't handle a ball of fluff wanting to play.  I *am* so very glad that the little girl had not been left home alone, because I don't want to even imagine what those monsters might have done to her.  This crime is so blatantly heinous, that four years is NOT enough. The fact that the breaking and entering gets a higher penalty than a crime that requires sociopath tendencies is, to say the very least, disturbing. 

What's wrong with Society today?  How about the fact that Child Molesters and Animal Abusers get nothing more than a slap on the wrist*** and are then released into the unsuspecting population to commit their crimes again and again.  The Law does not protect the Innocent, the Victim.  A dog that bites more than once is euthanized.  A "person" who has no respect for life, who has proven they will commit atrocities again and again by becoming a "repeat offender" should be removed from the gene pool. 




***In many states Child Molesters and Animal Abuse both carry maximum sentences of no more than five years.  Sure five years in prison is not a party, but, they are not rehabilitated, they are simply set loose upon the unsuspecting over and over again.  Ray Bradbury wrote a short story about a man branded on his face for the crime he committed.  If you are not going to remove them, then at least mark them so we all know what--not who, *WHAT*--is walking among us.

I miss Sabbats, I forget birthdays, hell, even Christmas seems to sneak up on me and take me by surprise.  However, August 8^th, for me, is Sacred.  It is the anniversary of two very special souls leaving this world and, poignantly most memorable to me, mostly leaving my life.  I don’t even have to think about the date approaching—I become increasing melancholy without having to so much as look at a calendar.  My soul remembers this date and holds it Holy.  How Ironic that I would lose Lou on the anniversary of Bunny’s passing!  You see, if not for Bunny, I more than probably would have never met Lou—we both had diabetic cats, we both found the Feline Diabetes Message Board and the rest, as they so often say, is History. 

You can say or believe whatever you want about people-you-meet-on-the-internet…*I* know the folks that I have met because of chronically ill cats are some of the most AMAZING human beings that anyone could be privileged to know.   They are some of the most loving, supportive, patient, giving people I have ever met.  They have more courage, strength, persistence and intelligence in their little fingers than most Goddesses have in their entire bodies.  “Not Possible” and/or Failure are unacceptable to these women.  We were given diabetic cats because of these traits…and so that we could meet each other.  Feline Diabetes was a Blessing. 

This post was originally very different…

but even though Lou is on the other side, I can still hear her (my family is known for hearing the dead) and the original version isn’t what SHE wanted.  I am writing this New-Improved-Version with Lou whispering in my ear, leaning over my shoulder and watching me type.  You see, this was going to be a sad tribute to two souls that damn near burst my heart to lose…but she says that she and Bunny don’t want that…”Celebrate our LIVES, Kimber, not the tragedy you feel about our deaths...” 

Bunny always ATE Life, Devoured it like the tastiest meal set before him.  Lou was just beginning to learn how to do that when her cancer came.  The fact is, they both did

EAT

Life…

Even if it was just for a little while.  Grab everything with both hands. 

Eat chocolate or cheese and splurge once in a while on the expensive wine or the fruit that is out-of-season but you are so hungry for…

Let the dust bunnies pile up—they will still be here tomorrow…you might not. 

HUG people, HUG those you love EVERY chance you get—Lou and Bunny were both Huggers. 

Read all the books you can. 

Watch all the movies you can. 

Don’t forget to talk to people…it’s easy to go into your own world, but those we love, human and animal, are so important and so very temporary. 

Take NOTHING for granted.  Each day is a Gift…whether it’s a bad day or a good day, it is still a day that at least one special thing happened—you heard a good joke, you saw a rainbow, you felt rain on your face, you held a cat while he purred…these are all brief blessings, but should be counted as blessings no matter what else goes wrong. 

No matter what happens, there are always people who love you and care about you and whether you know it or not, you make a difference in their lives. 

It’s not easy to be brave…and it’s OK not to be—that’s why we have friends, to carry us when our legs are too tired to stand. 

One Brave Woman and One Brave Cat.  I will never be able to sum up in mere words what they taught me or what they will forever mean to me.  All I can say is that I will be Eternally Grateful that these two Very Special Souls touched MY Life…and changed it forever.  Blessed Be!!!

Footnote:  “Thank you mummy and “E”…I love you.”  And something about SOCKS…she keeps showing me a drawer full of socks.

I think I am going to have to put Woody down this week. The lump on his nose never did go back down this last time. He is still eating good, but seems dehydrated, and NO, I cannot give him sub-q, he is NOT that kind of cat. I put meds in his eye yesterday because it was runny, and that looks better, but he is NOT himself and is a bit wobbly on his feet. For the last few days he has gone outside without even having breakfast. He sleeps in one of the flower beds until supper time and then comes in and eats about 3 ounces or so of canned food. Tonight I gave him tuna water, which he loves.