Thursday, October 4, 2012
To the rescue!
This is my newest ward...Super Cat. I ran to the shelter Saturday to transport some cats to PetSmart, and while I was there, a woman hurried up with a blanket clutched to her chest. I have learned from experience that there's usually an animal in there. I asked her to let me see, and she explained (half out of breath) that she had gone out to her yard and found a 'possum eating a litter of week old kittens in her shrubs. EEK!
Unfortunately, Super Cat was the only one she could save. But he was in good condition, and she wanted help. She didn't know what to do. I scooped him up, and he's been my little buddy since Saturday, coming with me to sleep at the shop between bottle feedings. He's about ten days to two weeks old or so, smart, strong, and happy. Those are my hands in the picture, so you can kind of get a feel for how big he is...you can see his back legs coming off the back of my hand.
I'll post more kitten pictures soon -- I have a bunch of good ones in the camera, but am trouble shooting some computer issues today. Thought I'd do a quick update, so you could see this cutie.
Also, will be sending the newsletter out tomorrow. I'm working on site updates today, finally, and there are some changes in store.....don't worry. Not bad ones. Have a wonderful afternoon!
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Happy news from Pennsylvania students
Back in June, I posted a blog entry about a school teacher in Pennsylvania who uses needlework in her art classes. The school is in a poorer district, so art supplies are often scarce, but the students LOVE to learn how to cross stitch. Jo supplements what the school can afford to give her with items from her own needlework supplies, and needless to say, 1,000 students a week can really stretch resources.
Well, a good number of you out there were extremely generous, and Jo says she received boxes and boxes of cross stitch patterns, fabrics, threads, accessories (needles, scissors), and even some art supplies for her other lessons. (Some of the stash can be seen in the picture below...right under a Thank You from the students.)
Here's what Jo had to say recently:
....I was able to take a few photos of a tiny bit of THE STASH to send. Will do more as time permits as I don't want all of the kids to see it all yet because I want them to do their Indian Medicine Skins first. If they see the cross stitch then they will be after me to do that. And I need to do this seasonal project for the curriculum first. The way it is, they know the boxes are cross stitch, and the few kids that helped unpack went crazy, and the word went out like wildfire. Of course they all are excited and want to cross stitch right now.
I did tell them that kids younger than they are did cross stitch samplers and alphabets to keep track of their laundry because in Plymouth, Mass., their laundry was all done together and everyone wore the same sized shirt/dress. They listen and are just amazed that people lived like this in the 1600's. Ha. Roughing it.
What also amazes them is the generosity of the ladies that sent the care packages for us. The kids can't believe all the charts that were sent!!! ...we were using a lot of the free charts you can copy, so when they saw the big box of charts it was amazing. There are many many boxes that came and there are threads, charts, fabric, and needles. Also some ladies sent glue glue sticks paint and enough crayons for me to fill up the crayon boxes on every table.
Our deepest thanks go out to everyone. Because of your kindness and generosity the kids will have a lot more than the two yards of Aida and the six packs of thread and the needles I ordered on my supply order. Bless you all. Thank you thank you thank you.
Oh. This was cute. I asked them to sign their name to the thank you and one boy asked if he signed it does that mean he would get to cross stitch? THEY ARE EXCITED. Thanks so much for everything I have to have the patience of a saint to get thru this first project. Thank goodness the 6th grade already knows how to stitch. I will only have to teach the 5th grade with the smaller stuff. Thanks again....The beginning of school is so hectic. Love, Jo
Two other cute stories... one of the girls had questions about the donations. She wondered if we were all rich....or did they have to stitch the needlework and send it back to the donors? Why would strangers send such treasures to kids they didn't even know? Jo explained that everyone was just being generous with what they had that was extra, and the girl was wide-eyed and amazed at it all.
Another girl looked through the kits and came up to Jo with TWO of them. The students are allowed to work on only one kit, and if they finish that one, they can pick out another. This girl said she really liked BOTH kits, so she was going to stitch as quickly as she could on the first one and hope that the second one was left. (Jo said she stuck this second kit aside for the girl for when she was finished.)
Jo isn't able to send us pictures of the children, for confidentiality reasons, you know. But when I get any updates, I'll let you all know how they're doing. If you would like to contribute needlework supplies and/or art supplies to Jo and her art program, send to:
Joanne Edwards -- Elementary Art Teacher
c/o Lakeland Elementary School
1569 Lakeland Drive
Scott Township, PA 18433
Thanks for helping those in need, guys!!!
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
So long, good friend
I adopted Boo right around the time I started this blog -- she grabbed my heart while I walked past the cat cages at PetSmart, and I knew she had to come home with me. We had only one other cat at the time, Kitty, who tolerated Boo, barely. Boo ran around the house, stealing my floss and stashing it in a pile in the corner under our computer desk. She waited for me to get out of the shower every morning. She came with me to work for a while (to give poor Kitty a break). She slept in my hair at night. And she loved me.
The spring after we adopted Boo, we adopted Ruby. Then Giblet. Then Zero and Dottie. By that time we were fostering kittens who came and went like leaves on the breeze. With every addition, Boo became more anxious, less sure of herself, and more prone to swiping at the other cats in the house.
We tried pheromone wall plug-ins, Prozac, extra play time, and even visited the vet a few times to make sure she was healthy. But our vet said some cats really just need to be one-and-only's. Boo is a smart girl, and that, our vet said, can be a problem. She just never was used to the idea of sharing a house with lots (and lots...and lots) of other cats and kittens.
So, as much as I love her, I had to let her go this week. I took her to the shelter for a check-up and surrender, then carried her to PetSmart to look for a new home. It was hard for me. It was hard for her. And although I have tears in my eyes and look around corners at home for her beautiful face, I know that she is on a journey to a new chance at happiness and love and peace and security. Yes, I posted that she needs to be an only cat. Yes, I posted that she is smart, and loyal, and that she has been well-loved.
Sometimes when you really love someone, you have to let her go on her own journey. I hope she is happy, and I hope she knows I love her.
I'll miss you, Boo. Always.
Friday, September 7, 2012
Ann Womack graphs ready
This graph does have a few specialty stitches -- eyelet, four-sided stitch, and over-one (cross stitch). The eyelets and four-sided stitches can be done in full cross stitch, but please be aware that the verse and one line of alphabets are over-one thread...and that is hard to do any other way but that.
Time is always moving on
Time, we soon may say is gone,
Time is fleeting, and we know,
Time, at last, will disappear.
Ann Womack. Aged 8 years
1838
A very appropriate sentiment as we get ready for fall. Happy weekend, everyone!
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Finally, a check-in with the kittens
It's not that we don't HAVE kittens. In fact, this morning, there were ELEVEN of them running around our house. But some of them went back to the shelter today, so I snapped a few graduation photos, and thought I'd introduce you to a few of the little ladies and gentlemen who take up much of our free time.
Finn was one of two sisters my son Harrison took in a while back. These two weren't big enough to be at the shelter yet, so he saved them by letting them crash at his place. Harrison moved back home this last week, and brought these girls with him. Finn is a little shy, but really, really nice, and happy. He is pretty sad they'll have to go, but he's so happy he could help.
Pearl is Finn's sister, and she is outgoing and brave. I think both of these sisters are going to be big cats (look at the EARS on this one!) I'm so proud that my son loves animals enough to take some under his wing to nourish and love.
These two are adorable -- do you recognize Gumbo (on the right?) He almost died about six weeks ago, and had become just skin and bones. Now he's a little sand bag with a round, warm belly and a lot of love to give. His eyes are still big, and he's such a lover. Holly (left) is going to be adopted along with Gumbo by a reader, and they are going to go live in Alabama! They actually really love each other -- I often catch them napping together, playing together, or giving each other baths. It's a great big brother/little sister relationship. Holly was found in a holly tree when she was teenie. She has grown, too, and has such a winning personality.
This is dear Zephyr. She isn't quite big enough to go back yet, but I snapped a quick picture of her. She is one of the gentlest, mildest kittens we've ever had in the house. She and another one of my tiny kittens (Han Solo) follow me around the house, and whenever I land somewhere, both are up on my lap or on my shoulders. I also have Zephyr's brother, the unfortunately-named "Ding Bat." (We did not name him. In fact, we call him "D.B.") He looks a lot like Zephyr, and I'll post pictures soon.
So, the kittens we have at home in addition to these six in the pictures are: Han Solo, Chewbacca, Twee, Leia, and D.B. I'll post pictures of these little rascals soon.
And I do get questions about how Brave is doing. A few weeks ago, I took her back to the shelter. She had some stomach "issues" and I could never catch her to get her medicated. She was still VERY nervous around people, scared, in fact. Anthony and Harrison took her in at the Cat Cottage and put her in a cage with a blanket, food and water, and a litter box, and gave her medication every day, and she is now feeling a lot better.
The other thing being isolated did to Brave is it taught her to love people! She was always looking for affection from my cats at home, but wanted nothing to do with us. Once people were her only option for love every day, she learned to trust and become comfortable. A few days ago, I visited her, picked her up, and she purred and let me hold her for a while. So nice! She is saved and now up for adoption. It just goes to show that sometimes all someone needs is a little love and understanding to turn out just great.
MEOW!
Above is Sadie. She was found in the parking lot at Target four or five weeks ago. Would you believe gorgeous little kittens like this have trouble finding homes at the shelter? A lot of people consider black dogs and cats to be "common" or "uninteresting," but this is the swagger-iest kitten, and one of the smarter ones we've had come through our house in a while. She's got very soft fur, and her eyes are going to be bright green. She's now surgery weight, so she'll be fixed, then taken to PetSmart for adoption.
Finn was one of two sisters my son Harrison took in a while back. These two weren't big enough to be at the shelter yet, so he saved them by letting them crash at his place. Harrison moved back home this last week, and brought these girls with him. Finn is a little shy, but really, really nice, and happy. He is pretty sad they'll have to go, but he's so happy he could help.
Pearl is Finn's sister, and she is outgoing and brave. I think both of these sisters are going to be big cats (look at the EARS on this one!) I'm so proud that my son loves animals enough to take some under his wing to nourish and love.
These two are adorable -- do you recognize Gumbo (on the right?) He almost died about six weeks ago, and had become just skin and bones. Now he's a little sand bag with a round, warm belly and a lot of love to give. His eyes are still big, and he's such a lover. Holly (left) is going to be adopted along with Gumbo by a reader, and they are going to go live in Alabama! They actually really love each other -- I often catch them napping together, playing together, or giving each other baths. It's a great big brother/little sister relationship. Holly was found in a holly tree when she was teenie. She has grown, too, and has such a winning personality.
This is dear Zephyr. She isn't quite big enough to go back yet, but I snapped a quick picture of her. She is one of the gentlest, mildest kittens we've ever had in the house. She and another one of my tiny kittens (Han Solo) follow me around the house, and whenever I land somewhere, both are up on my lap or on my shoulders. I also have Zephyr's brother, the unfortunately-named "Ding Bat." (We did not name him. In fact, we call him "D.B.") He looks a lot like Zephyr, and I'll post pictures soon.
So, the kittens we have at home in addition to these six in the pictures are: Han Solo, Chewbacca, Twee, Leia, and D.B. I'll post pictures of these little rascals soon.
And I do get questions about how Brave is doing. A few weeks ago, I took her back to the shelter. She had some stomach "issues" and I could never catch her to get her medicated. She was still VERY nervous around people, scared, in fact. Anthony and Harrison took her in at the Cat Cottage and put her in a cage with a blanket, food and water, and a litter box, and gave her medication every day, and she is now feeling a lot better.
The other thing being isolated did to Brave is it taught her to love people! She was always looking for affection from my cats at home, but wanted nothing to do with us. Once people were her only option for love every day, she learned to trust and become comfortable. A few days ago, I visited her, picked her up, and she purred and let me hold her for a while. So nice! She is saved and now up for adoption. It just goes to show that sometimes all someone needs is a little love and understanding to turn out just great.
MEOW!
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
One thing I've learned...
This morning, I made one of my frequent runs to send out a bunch of packages. I've been standing in lines at the post office for 16 years now, and have seen a lot of different types of people...screaming babies, harried business types, newlyweds, old folks with walkers (and sometimes oxygen tanks), and of course people of just about every color, size, shape, creed and demographic.
I've never been one to put a lot of value on what someone looks like. I toss on a pair of jeans every morning on my way to work, run my fingers through my hair, rub on a little moisturizer, and "good enough," you know?
Standing behind me this morning (in a very long and slow-moving post-holiday line at the post office), was an older feller. I call him a feller, because that's kind of what he looked like. Shorts and a t-shirt with no sleeves, late-70's/early-80's, tennis shoes, a scruff of a very white beard coming in on his chin. He was wearing thicker glasses, but had sparkly eyes.
Another gentleman behind the two of us seemed to be Arabic and was having trouble understanding his tracking information from the internet. I offered to take a look at his print-out, and only helped that man discover that he really did need to talk to someone up front. The older gentleman, sensing my friendly top o' the morning demeanor, struck up a conversation with me, starting, as it usually does, with something along the lines of: "Oh my goodness, those are a lot of packages you're mailing."
I told him I was self-employed, and he said he had a grand-daughter who was, too. He told me in a thick southern drawl he had worked for public transportation down in New Orleans for a few decades. Hm, I thought, a bus driver? Not judging, of course, just sizing him up. I asked him if he missed it, and he said he didn't. But before that, you see, he was an engineer, and travelled to many countries, like France, the Philippines, and Indonesia. He loved the people of the Philippines, but found Indonesia to be an ideal climate.
He had also lived in a number of different areas of the United States, but when his wife became ill (and I'm assuming passed away), he retired. Of course this was many years after he was a football player for a local community college. Shortly after that, he received his degree from Harvard in engineering. "I still play basketball once a week," he said, winking at me. "I'm eighty-five."
"Good for you!" I said. "That's awesome! Cool!" By this time, we had worked our way to the front and had to part ways. He told me he hoped I had a great day, and I wished him the same. Maybe I'll run into him again sometime...maybe I won't. But he reminded me this morning that it really is unimportant what someone looks like...and not to make assumptions. On top of every pair of legs, inside every skull resides a person with experiences and value. You just never know where someone has been, what they've done for their communities. A bus driver is no less valuable than a Harvard-educated engineer...we are all of us needed to make this world go 'round.
And I was happy to listen for a little while this morning.
I've never been one to put a lot of value on what someone looks like. I toss on a pair of jeans every morning on my way to work, run my fingers through my hair, rub on a little moisturizer, and "good enough," you know?
Standing behind me this morning (in a very long and slow-moving post-holiday line at the post office), was an older feller. I call him a feller, because that's kind of what he looked like. Shorts and a t-shirt with no sleeves, late-70's/early-80's, tennis shoes, a scruff of a very white beard coming in on his chin. He was wearing thicker glasses, but had sparkly eyes.
Another gentleman behind the two of us seemed to be Arabic and was having trouble understanding his tracking information from the internet. I offered to take a look at his print-out, and only helped that man discover that he really did need to talk to someone up front. The older gentleman, sensing my friendly top o' the morning demeanor, struck up a conversation with me, starting, as it usually does, with something along the lines of: "Oh my goodness, those are a lot of packages you're mailing."
I told him I was self-employed, and he said he had a grand-daughter who was, too. He told me in a thick southern drawl he had worked for public transportation down in New Orleans for a few decades. Hm, I thought, a bus driver? Not judging, of course, just sizing him up. I asked him if he missed it, and he said he didn't. But before that, you see, he was an engineer, and travelled to many countries, like France, the Philippines, and Indonesia. He loved the people of the Philippines, but found Indonesia to be an ideal climate.
He had also lived in a number of different areas of the United States, but when his wife became ill (and I'm assuming passed away), he retired. Of course this was many years after he was a football player for a local community college. Shortly after that, he received his degree from Harvard in engineering. "I still play basketball once a week," he said, winking at me. "I'm eighty-five."
"Good for you!" I said. "That's awesome! Cool!" By this time, we had worked our way to the front and had to part ways. He told me he hoped I had a great day, and I wished him the same. Maybe I'll run into him again sometime...maybe I won't. But he reminded me this morning that it really is unimportant what someone looks like...and not to make assumptions. On top of every pair of legs, inside every skull resides a person with experiences and value. You just never know where someone has been, what they've done for their communities. A bus driver is no less valuable than a Harvard-educated engineer...we are all of us needed to make this world go 'round.
And I was happy to listen for a little while this morning.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
The patter of many little feet
"How many kittens do you have at your house right now?" is a question I get regularly from those who know how absolutely crazy I am. This week? I'm at eight, which isn't too, too bad. Here are a few of their stories.
Sunday afternoon, Steve and I went grocery shopping, and on the way home, I asked if we could stop at PetSmart, so I could get a head count on the shelter's cats there (see who had been adopted, and what kind of room I had to fill.) It was one of those run in/run out kind of things, but in the several minutes we were in the store, a woman came running in with a towel. We were talking to an employee, and she said to the group of us: "I have a kitten!"
She had found the kitten crying in a holly bush, and she wondered if PetSmart could help her. They can't take in strays, and of course on Sunday afternoon, the shelter is closed. We offered to take her in ... her son is very allergic to animals, so she could not have the kitten inside. But she wondered if we could let her go show her kids the kitten one more time (the kids were waiting in the car out front.) Of course!
So, we go out to the car, and the two girls (maybe six and three?) are WAILING in the back seat. They wanted so badly to keep the kitten. They got to hold her, and I told them all that they can come over in two weeks to see "Holly" the kitten and meet her other kitten friends. "But we don't know where you live!" the six-year-old said. I told her I would work it out with her mom. We exchanged e-mail addresses, so I've been keeping the family updated. Holly is brave, sassy, funny, and adjusting very well to living in a home. And she's quite a looker!
Lex and his three sisters were on the list to be put to sleep last week -- Harrison took two, and I took two. I've got Lex and Moregan (I don't have a picture of her yet -- she's always a blur and still a little freaked out.) Lex is, oh my goodness, so, so loving. What a nice kitten.
This is Brave -- I blogged about her earlier. She was also on the "PTS" list -- she was un-handleable, because she was terrified of people (she bit through the leather handling gloves at the shelter.) She's been with us for a few weeks now, and she is doing much better. Steve and I can feed her with our fingers, she's sleeping on the end of our bed at night, and she roams the house, looking for affection from our adult cats. She is still skittish, and although I can catch her and handle her about every other day, she has a ways to go until she feels completely comfortable with that. She does not bite or scratch. She will hiss and try to get away, though. I am trying to find her a patient owner who is willing to let Brave become comfortable and ... well, brave in a new home. A household with laid-back cats would be awesome. She was worth saving, and she is very, very dear.
Gumbo is doing much, much better after contracting coccidia and almost dying. He is such a happy little fellow -- and now he's ROUND (he had gotten to be skin and bones, which was very sad.) Look at those eyes. He's been spoken for by a nice woman who will drive here from Texas to pick him up after he is neutered.
This is another cute picture of Gumbo with his brother Short Stack in the background. Everyone who sees this kitten says: "Oh my gosh, look at those eyes!"
Short Stack went for surgery yesterday and will be going over to PetSmart for adoption. He's TWICE as big as his brother Gumbo. He only has half a tail, but he's got a great personality and such a pretty white bib.
Oslo is one of those kittens that is too cute to be real. His fur is fine and very soft. His coloring is so nice -- a pale peachy orange. He loves people and is going to make someone a very nice cat. He would have been put to sleep if we hadn't taken him (and his siblings) in. They were too small to be at the shelter.
This is Dublin, and he loves me. I wake up in the night and find him sitting on my chest with his nose about an inch from mine...just looking at me. He's very affectionate, loves to be held, and is such a pleasant and happy little guy. Orange cats are always so nice.
This is Dublin's and Oslo's sister "London." She is hilarious! Very sassy -- very chatty -- a little demanding. She's got a ton of personality and has some really cool Blue Ivory coloring (the lighter patches are mainly on her belly, but you can see a little on her leg in this shot.) She, too, is social and very happy. She has so much to say.
The only kittens you didn't get to see are Moregan (she's a light grey tabby) and Sadie (a little black kitten found in the Target parking lot.) She has been sick this week with coccidia, so we've been doing sub-cutaneous fluids and antibiotics. She's looking a little thin right now, but is on the rebound. I'll post pictures of her when she's feeling better. Sadie is smart, talkative, and very social. I think someone probably dumped her off in the parking lot, because she adjusted to our house immediately -- using the litter box and then wanting to go sleep on the arm of our couch.
Any of these kittens are available for adoption, and there is a summer special of just $25.00, which includes the cat, spay/neuter surgery, a microchip, and all applicable vaccinations. There are a number of very good animal transport services in the U.S. to get animals to their new homes for a few hundred dollars. Please contact me if you're interested at xspeddler@yahoo.com.
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