Marley, as in Bob

I realized that I never posted about dear old Marley. The gray/black/brown tabby that came with Dexter. He is a week or so younger, but he’s most definitely the leader of the pack. I didn’t know if I’d like him as much as Dexter, but can you keep a secret? I ♥ him.

There’s something about the way he attacks my toes. How he licks off the artifical cheese on Goldfish crackers. How he drinks water from my cup, (just like Dalton did). How he nestles himself perfectly on my stomach while I’m reading a good book. How he will chase his tail round and round when we tie a piece of yarn around it. How he finds his niche in my knitting when I get up to go to the bathroom.

He reminds me so much of Dalton. His independence. His kindness. His neverending love. I love my little Marley. And I really think he likes it when I sing to him. Mostly, don’t worry, about a thing, cause every little thing, is gonna be alright…

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Jah. Everything little thing is going to be alright.

El Gato, (or The Cat)

As I’m sure you know I have an unhealthy a slight addiction to pets. Ever since I was little.

The story of my first cat is a sweet one. I was about two years old at the time and it was the day before Easter. My mom rode the el train to someone’s home who was fostering a gray tabby cat. It was pouring rain and she had a fairly long ride ahead of her. When she arrived she was greeted by this cat. As she sat down on the couch he jumped in her lap and she knew right then that she had to bring him to me. The foster parents were nice enough to give my mom a ride back into the city. The minute my mom stepped in the door, as my mom tells it, I saw the cat and immediately said, “Buster! Buster!”. Thus, Buster became a huge part of our family for 12 years. He was a bird catcher, he loved macaroni and cheese and he was partial to black and white cats. When I was 14 he went missing. At the time we lived in the mountains and while he was a big tough guy and I’d like to believe he just went away to die, (as he was 16 years old and began to have cataracts)… well, you get the idea.

After that there were a series of cats: River, he was a Flame Point Siamese that my mom’s friend found.  At the time he had a pit bull that didn’t take too kindly to cats so he offered me that cat. I promptly said “YES!” as I’d never had a Siamese and I’d wanted one for so long. My mom let him out one night while I was in the hospital and he was hit by a car.

And Dalton. Dalton I rescued from the Veterinary office I’d been working at. He had an upper respiratory infection and had been abandoned. The moment I saw him I fell in love. I had been extremely lucky that the cat rescue who did business with the Vet offered employees first dibs on adoptions.

There was Squirt who somehow ran away, (we never figured out how she got out). She was a little orange and white cat who constantly attacked Dalton. I got suckered into taking her at the shelter.

Then there a set of kittens, DiMaggio and Jeter, that I fostered for two months.  A girl that worked next door to us had a bunch of kittens that they couldn’t keep. They were cute little tabbies that were polydacytl, (had that extra digit on their paws). I told her I’d have to find homes for them but I would keep them for a while. They are living with a nice old lady in Glendale.

There was Penny and Zeus, both Siamese who I had to find homes for due to the change in our management companies at my old apartment building, (I could only keep one cat and of course, it was Dalton since I’d had him for so long). Zeus is living with a girl and her iguana in Long Beach. I don’t know about Penny though. I miss her terribly though. She has the same markings as Marilyn did that’s why I had to tget Marilyn. Redepmtion in a way.

Shawn brought me Pepper two Mothers Day’s ago and Jem let her out. She was a cute black and white but very sassy. She put a hole in the screendoor and we never saw her again.

And then there was Oliver, you know what happened to him.

And now? We have Dalton and Marilyn. *sigh* I’m sensing a pattern in runaways.

But now, well…I’ve gone and done it again!

I found her hanging around the back yard area.

Her pretty blue eyes and dress are what drew attention to her as she was slinking near the flower beds.

Pattern is from Etsy. A lady on their added an Alchemy request that she wanted a handmade Meezer. How could I resist when I have such love for the breed? (And I admit that getting the pattern was an extra bonus!) She was made with Red Heart Super Saver, (ewwww…but they make great toys), and some leftover Vanna’s Choice for the dress. Her eyes are felt and the ribbon and button on the dress are from my scrapbook stash.

And while I’d love to keep her we are done with pets. Even if they take care of themselves. She will be in the post this afternoon where her new mom will love her and take care of her.

Saturdays

The Saturdays where we don’t have to wake up at the crack of dawn to run errands or go to work we like to sleep in. If you’ve been reading this blog for a while then you know me well enough to know that I covet my sleep. I worship nap time though I so rarely have a chance. More often than not I find myself busy after carefully rubbing Scout’s nose and quietly wrapping her in a blanket and letting her get her beauty rest. I don’t do the much needed vacuuming when she’s asleep but I do try to do the kind of cleaning that doesn’t allow little sticky hands helping.

And on those Saturdays we usually make a grand breakfast where, afterwards, we can unbutton our jeans and get really lazy. Today was an especially sweet Saturday to say the least. You see, yesterday I cleaned and cooked and cooked and cleaned because I had friends over for little pajama party. And being as OCD as I am everything has to be just right. We cleaned the carpets and the couches. I made homemade guacamole and brownies. I washed all the cups. I thickened the apple butter that I made the day before, (somehow it didn’t thicken over night like I thought it would so I had to keep stirring for two hours to get the right consistency). I even made another batch of strawberry jam. I kept busy. But today, no. Today I was lazy.

And I was able to reap the rewards:

I used this crock pot Apple Butter recipe. It’s super simple and super delicious. I was only able to make 2 pints out of this recipe and the way that we were spreading it on pancakes and toast this morning, well I’ll need to make more. Good thing Autumn is here and with it are the good apples. The only thing I “modified” was to use Martinelli’s Sparkling Apple Cider for regular cider.

The rest of the day was spent ironing and cutting fabric for a new quilt. Not a quilt for me. Not a quilt for anyone I know. It’s a special order on Etsy. I’ve decided that once Christmas is over and done with that I won’t be taking any more special orders or bidding on Alchemy. I’ve over extended myself to support all the projects I want to work on for myself, which seems logical. What’s illogical is that I’m so busy working on everyone else’s stuff that I don’t have time to work on mine.

But I did manage to do something for myself, rather Dalton did it for me:

Ah, the cat life.

Nuff Said

I don’t think this needs much explanation:

My mom found him in the garden of her friends backyard. He’s about 9 or 10 days old and the sweetest little thing. Not that I need another challenge in my life, but he needed a home. And I’ve never been able to say no to any animal, let alone a tiny, baby kitty. I haven’t named him yet. I want to wait a few days just to make sure he’ll make it. * sigh * I’m already attached.