General: Interests: Paws & Claws |
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| We often learn more about being human from our non-human friends.
This page is a tribute to those cherished in our past and to the new members who take care of us every day. Check in on the history and their Recent Antics or the Short Story below. Helpful Animal Health and Information resource sites are also provided below. |
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In Loving Memory Hawk - a composite of photos; starting with the day we brought him home to the prints he left in the snow on his last trip Tahoe, Christmas 96. We miss his smiling face every day. Willow - hit by a car and killed on her "Banana Boys" second birthday in April of 99. She left them to Mommy Mickey who went out one weekend in 2000, never to return. Smokie - joined his father, Butch, in the garden on the day before Easter, 2005. Now he can climb the big trees without fear of falling. Rascal - just joined his two moms and his uncle Smokie. He was just a month past his 10th birthday. I'm going to miss giving him his beloved tummy rubs and watching his endless facination with Animal Channel specials. Now there is only one "Banana Boy," Punky, and one "mother" - me. There is a new collage of Rascal below Angie. |
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| The Short Story | |||||||||||||||||||
| it began one spring evening in 1995... | |||||||||||||||||||
| By popular request, the antics of the "kids" are being chronicled. At least now I only have to tell the stories once or twice. Living with feral conversions and their offspring, to whom this is the only world they have ever known, is much like Life in a Monkey Cage.
I adopted four kittens I thought were "children", but didn't know they had over-packed their suitcases. The original four were actualy "sexually active teenagers" and overnight I had eleven! Above; Rascal enjoys sprawling out in comfort over his mom, Mickie, using his brother, Punkin, as a pillow. Smokey tries to ignore them. (The white object Rascal's holding is Mickie's hind foot.) Below: Gizmo, Widget & Gadget |
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Good friend Greg got two of Mickie's, an orange boy and the calico girl, and Willow's little tiger boy One of the other orange boys, Seatbelt, and Willow's little gray girl, Beckie, went to a nice home in Point Richmond. We decided to keep the last two little orange guys. One more orange, Sammy, begged for months to be adopted. I finally gave in. His brother Domino, the black & white, came for meals - when he wasn't sharing his own - rabbits, pigeons, and baby opossums. Ugh! Lilly disappeared one weenend, and Butch (everyone's father or grandfather, who once looked like Gadget) has also gone to cat heaven. |
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Lilly (Smokey's mother) had two more litters. One of with three oranges and one black & white. The last liter was an orange and a calico. Both of the last litter, Eric and Angie (right). (Below) Rascal joined his family in kitty heaven in 2007. |
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