Richie and I spent the week going “awww” over all the photos that turned up in my inbox. We were talking last night, in bed, with the two kitties between us, about how much they’ve helped our lives since we got Tim’s diagnosis. Richie’s no longer as deeply depressed and hopeless, and I’m realizing that while I was broken and shattered and terrified I am not, in fact, depressed, miracle of miracles. Animals are a lifesaver.
So here goes. First up, we have Sorscha, a three year old who showed up as a kitten at Janis’s doorstep and claimed her. The funny thing is she’ll sleep on Janis’s bed but won’t let her pick her up or approach her. Cats can be like that – royalty, and you’re only allowed to approach on their terms.
Then we have Holly, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel/poodle cross (I really should have a CKCS – I’m a Stuart after all, and a born sucker for spaniels of all kinds, but they have tricky hearts and can die really really young – I think the poodle blood is a good infusion. She’s Jill’s grand-dog.
Next comes Elemauzer (great name – sounds like Eliot, though I’m not that familiar with Cats). She’s Diane’s velcro-kitty – you know, the kind that plants itself on your lap anytime you sit and follows you into the bathroom.
Well, rats, I just accidentally deleted stuff. Anyway, we’re going to break this down into several days. For today, the last bunch belong to Office Wench, clearly a woman who knows her priorities since she has four critters. First, there’s Pumpkin by the canning supplies (looks like my house though I use my mason jars for other things). The two dogs are rescue – Jasmine has only been in her forever home since 2015, and she loves to sit on Tall Boy’s lap (I love how big dogs think they’re lap dogs). Charlie, the German-shepherd-y dog is a lot older and appointed himself Jasmine’s protector when she came home.
And then there’s Toodles, stately and bossy, the queen of the roost, I’m guessing.
More in a couple of days (this is more time-consuming than I realized but so much fun).