July 26th 2015 4:07 pm
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I come here because you will understand. Those of you that are still around anyways. Yesterday, I was on my way to a friend's house for a birthday party with my Mom. I turned the corner, literally about a block from my house, and I saw her. My Mom whispered "it's one of ours isn't it" My wish to never see another one of my colony dead...was not to be. It was Scaredy. I could not-would not leave her there on the street. I walked over there with the lid from a case of paper & a towel. I picked her up and carried her home in the box lid. I talked to her the whole time, even though I knew she could not hear me. She was dead. I will not get into details, but to say it was head trauma that did it. God I hope it was quick, because I cannot say if it was painless. I dug a grave behind the garage, and placed her in there with the towel and fixed her paws so she looked to be sleeping. I petted her - I was never able to, as she was the most skittish. I told her how sorry I was and that she was loved and would never be hungry again. I finished burying her & placed a small cross of sticks over her grave. That was one of the most difficult things I have ever had to do. The Dad was not here- or he would have helped me. My Mom wanted to help me - but I said no - not only did I have to do this myself, but it would not have been good for her & I didn't want her to see Scaredy dead. I keep trying to push the image of that from my head and picture her as I last saw her waiting for dinner.
Let me tell you about her...
Scaredy was just that, very scared, very feral. She was a lovely dilute tortie with black feet & tail, and black tabby marks on her face. She looked like a fox, and had huge amber eyes. She always sat there looking at me with her head tilted.She had a tiny high pitched meow while waiting for her dinner. Finally not very long ago, she would take food from my hand. It was an accomplishment. In another life, she would have been a very sweet housecat. I want to think of her this way, and know she is at peace. I did my crying, and wanted to share with you - I know you all understand.
Rest in Peace my Scaredy kitty - and watch over the Minions and The Quartet.
July 26th 2015 3:23 pm
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From Tiggie's Momma
I separated this into 2 entries for reasons you will understand when you read part two. I was going to write this, and then the situation in part 2 happened, and I stall wanted to keep the happiness part of this post.
Minners is alive! About 5 days after he disappeared, The Dad had the smoker out to make some chicken. (yum) After we ate, he was putting it back in the garage & moving a the big straw bale that we use for bedding in the Minion's winter bins, when an orange cat flew under my truck. He called out as I was in the house.."is Tigger in there?" "of course!" "well then Mini-Me is under your truck!" I flew outside, and sure enough there he was. NOw it had been 5 days. In that time, I have had the garage open, I had gone in there calling him in case. I even left it open about a foot so he could come out. I did not think he was in there. I ran & got a can of wet food, and got on the ground & held some food in my hand to get him to eat. He kinda moved and I saw him favor his leg. He ate a 3oz can, but would not come out. The Dad took a long stick we have and gently, veerrry gently pushed him so he would come out. He finally did and was limping and went under our Subaru in the driveway. OK we figured he was better off outside under the car as it had been hot that day. I got some more food for him and a bowl of water & pushed it under the car so that he was eating. The next day he was still there, so I got him more food. After a bit, he went and hid under the neighbors deck, and stayed there all day till the next morning - he was dozing on his chair in the yard! I still do not know if he got hurt & hid in the garage, or got hurt in there. I feel awful that he was in there, but I checked so many times. I just thank heaven that he was found ok, and now is getting spoiled and being fattened up. We will see now if THe Dad can be persuaded to let him in. Although it may send Tigger over the edge - I am not sure. But one day at a time. My Minners is ok!
July 15th 2015 3:08 pm
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I know it is a big job to switch everything. But it sure is hard waiting. I didn't think it could get even more desolate around here, but it seems like it has. We miss everyone so much. The pages do look a bit different to us - the way things are lined up, so that is a good sign. Our plus membership was extended to August, and I sure hope things are fixed by then. Or extended again. I just miss being able to talk to everyone, and now not only can't we comment, I know we cannot read any pawmails unless we click the box to see previous (thanks Shannara!) MOmma and The Dad are still really sad about MiniMe. The grumpy people next door had their garage door open all day, and it was quiet over there. Momma didn't think Minner went in there, but if he had, he definitely would have gotten out today. That is the same place Peanut got locked into a couple years ago for over a week - there is tons of mice in there for sure as it has a bunch of junk in there. It has been pretty cool weather here too - so he would have made it if he was stuck in there. He would be a bit worn out, but ok. And Momma called her special call that she uses for the Minions only. (we have our own one too) So far though, nothing. I guess we just have to think of the fact that he had as great a life as a feral can have & was loved very much. Sure doesn't hurt any less though. We had some bad storms the other day, and had no power. The pole in the back was sparking & then blam...no power. A tree fell on the house the block over, so we think it pulled the lines down. Our alley is even blocked from a tree. Momma worries about the maple in the yard on the other side neighbors. If it falls, it would take out our screened porch - or the office- yikes. But at least no one sleeps in that bedroom - so if the worst happened - no one would be hurt. O well - time to go see what Momma is putting in the ole food dish for dinner noms. purrs