Celebration Cake, originally uploaded by Theresa111.Just found out that today is Daisy’s Fourth Birthday. She is one on the most adorable and precious kitties I have ever met. My Bobby, told me he wants to marry her. Anyway, please visit her and look back on previous posts so you can get the whole Daisy idea. She is as cute as a button. We love you Sweetie.
Cosmo, originally uploaded by Theresa111.
The first time we saw this young chap was behind the Red Lobster Restaurant. We were in our car and he was a ball of fluff, all curled up on the grass, and not moving about. Cautiously, I crept up toward him as silently as possibly. I could see his eyes crusted closed and his tiny nose covered with congestion. The poor darling.
I got a box and a towel from the van and before he knew what was happening, I had scooped him up and into the box he went. He scrambled and scratched, trying to escape. I tried soothing him because I understood how frightened the little guy must be. He let out one pitiful mewling sound and then became quiet. It was as if he had immediately become resigned to this fate. He must not have been feeling strong.
We whisked him away to the closest vet and left him there to be tested, examined and obtain a complete diagnosis. We were back a few hours later to the tune of $135.00. He had worms, fleas, surprisingly enough no ear mites and in general a huge upper respiratory infection. Well we had our work cut out for us.
Just a week prior to this, we had taken in his brother in much the same condition and after we got him cleaned up and healthy, we returned him to be with his mother, as he was only four weeks old and we wanted him to get more nourishment from his mom. We found out later that we made a terrible decision and that by returning him, led to his crossing the road during traffic. I wept many a night over him.
I made sure we would not repeat it by keeping baby Cosmo at our home, nestled comfortably in our powder room. He was fed and watered, given worming medication, hateful fleas were entirely removed and because he stank we clipped his tiny nails then bathed him.
For someone so tiny and fluffy, I never expected him to appear like a drenched rat. His tail was long and besides not feeling well he looked pitiful. We soaped him up and rinsed him off as quickly as possible. All this was done in the bathroom sink. He was so tiny and kept trying desperately to crawl up my shirt.
Wrapped in a dry towel, I allowed the majority of the water to leave his fur. I tenderly dried him and then turned on the hair dryer to a low setting. He crouched into the corner and we finally got him dry enough and was about to cover him up in his new little bed … but unfortunately he messed himself and we had to begin all over again. Surprisingly he likes the sound of running water even after we had to bathe him four or five times. Since then he grooms himself and he always looks debonair.
Anyway, It was July and the week John Kennedy, his wife and sister-in-law went missing and we sat around the television, praying for good news and losing hope after about 36 hours. In the meantime, Cosmo was bottle fed and recovering from his bout with infection, worms, fleas and gaining weight because he was getting good nutrition. After he drank his formula, we would take a trip to the potty, clean off with wipes and I would place him inside the top portion of my overall shorts. He would curl up in this tiny ball and lay right against my heart and rest his head upon my chest area. I could hear his quiet snores and we both fell in love.
He finally had the run of the house scampering about with Bobby, who was two and Ribbon, who was almost two, trying to keep him in check. They were his new Mommy and Daddy. He was comical because he would run away from one of the older males and slide underneath his protectors to stand under their bellies, looking as if butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.
Spoiled he was and still he wants to rule the roost. I used to kiddingly refer to him as King Cosmo. Now at eight and one-half, he is sometimes too arrogant and every now and again he bites the others on the neck. He actually hurts them sometimes and I have to put him in time out. All at once he cries like a kitten and complains that he is returned to the powder room.
One thing he does really well is that he learned to pull the pull string on the pull toy and then releases it to vibrate. He is good about playing with others and especially by himself. The other night he chased around an old twig from the Christmas tree.
Cosmo is such a good boy, so regal and he looks French. But he is not always a nice boy. I love him and he loves to come and lay down on my chest while I watch television. He knows he has my heart.
Hannah and Lamb Chop, originally uploaded by Theresa111.
This photo was snapped just before Hannah decided to nurse and knead poor little Lamb Chop. A few years ago, Hannah stole my teddy bear, named Brandy, for her creamy color, and suckled her stomach until she left her mark. After that, I am cautious not to leave any other cute little stuffed creatures where my gray darling can steal them. She is my back-to-back sleep mate.
Bobby in His Hat, originally uploaded by Theresa111.
A few months ago, I purchased this Indiana Jones type hat for Bobby. We had an enjoyable time trying it on and he spent most of it pulling off his new chapeau. Apparently it tasted good, too, as he would chew on it and then beat it up with his hind legs.
Since Bobby and I read Daisy the Curly Cat and he adores how she dresses up, he wanted to show her he could be handsome and exciting too.
Sasha, originally uploaded by Theresa111.
Sasha is a quiet and meek kitty. I particularly love this photo of her, sitting on the baby grand and holding her head as if she can hear the chords yet to be played.
We took her family in ten years ago and they were such fluffy babies. Sasha was always by her mother’s side. Chyna, Christy and Sasha remained very suspicious of our intentions. For years, in fact. Ribbon, however was always outgoing and for quite some time, they were all angry about following her lead. Getting caught and having to reside with we mere mortals.
A few years later, their grown-up brother , Monsieur, showed up on our front porch and refused to leave. Shivering, he refused to leave, until we had to grant him admittance. He is Sasha’s twin, except for the fact he resembles their father, Bentley, now deceased. He must be twice her size. Apparently he was with some family, because he came to us already neutered and with a few bad habits to boot.
What the heck, we already had their Aunt Fiona and half brothers plus cousins, Peter and Bobby. We had a house full … what was a few more? Baby Bennington, Ripley, Woody, (now all deceased) had to endure more felines and for the most part, we were one big happy family. My Mother was tolerant, to say the least, but they loved her too. She and Baby Ben used to fight over her easy chair. Ben, you see, was a Taurus. They can always be found sitting or lounging comfortably, in the most comfortable seat.
But getting back to lovely Sasha, sometimes she will allow me to pet her and it is very difficult to trim her nails, almost impossible. We have a huge tree for them to climb upon. She used to love hanging from the bottom of the limbs; and she resembled a monkey. Very funny sometimes, she will carry a tiny mouse around and cry and talk, as if she is taking care of her young. I bet she would have been a great and nurturing mother. I remember the girls nursing on Chyna until they were three! That was a sight. The well was dry but the nurturing and love lasted for years.
For the most part they are by their Mother’s side 24/7/365. Ribbon and Monsieur are independent but Christy and Sasha are right by Chyna’s side. Occasionally, you will hear Chyna’s protest as she would love some time alone and away from her kids. I’ll let her come into the studio and then I have to listen to the girls moan, cry and tap on the French doors.
Sasha is a darling girl and a sweetheart.
Hannah, originally uploaded by Theresa111.Or as Jaimie, from my vet’s office calls her, Hannah Banana,” she is gray from the tip of her nose to the soles of her tippy toes. She is eight years five months old and has been with us since the day she walked into our lives November 1999.
At night we have an agreement. She sleeps on the outer edge at the top of the bed and she is supposed to stay put until it is time to get up in the morning. Because the sleep by number bed is so very high, I must stand on a stool in order to climb upon the mattress. She sleeps with her head upon the edge of my pillow.
When I awaken in the night to visit the ladies, Hannah usually stays in her spot, but tends to stretch out. She is then in the danger zone, because when I climb back into bed, her tail is always just where I need to sit down. Here we go again. I have to pick her up and slide her up. She always makes noises of protest and I pat her on the bottom telling her to let me get settled and then as soon as I turn on my left side, she snuggles up to me, with her back pressed against mine.
She is very loving and this warmth is an unconditional love we share with the other. Hannah is a such sweetie and we make a good team. I must really love her because I allowed her to suckle on the belly of Brandy, my stuffed bear. She still eyes the newer ones and I tell her that they are off limits.
With Hannah on one side and Bobby on the other, it’s a wonder I can turn over at all.
Bobby’s Play Break, originally uploaded by Theresa111.
We play ring toss almost everyday and this is what happens afterward. I toss the ring and Bobby scampers off, picks it up in his mouth and returns it to me. We play until he is worn out.
This little guy is so sweet and loves to look at the computer screen while I read stories or type one. So while he is napping I’ll type quietly.
Bobby on Couch, originally uploaded by Theresa111.
It truly amazes me just how firmly this little fellow is lodged in my heart. He is the most even-tempered feline I have ever met and he loves us one hundred percent. Unconditionally.
From before he was born, his mother, Fiona and I were dear friends, he was special. I got the pleasure of seeing him within twenty-four hours of his birth. Being one of six kittens, there were three sets of almost look-a-likes, he had the cutest expression.
At ten weeks he came to live with us. In the evening, after he was tired from eating then playing for hours, I would place him on my shoulder and tell him “It’s time to go to sleep, Bobby.” He was so small that he fit just underneath my chin. His soft fur tickled my neck.
He would nuzzle his tiny face in my hair and his little hands would begin the kneading process. I gently pat his bottom, and pet his ears. Before long, I would hear his even breathing. Knew he was in a deep sleep when he exhaled an occasional sigh. I placed him in his very large cat apartment on top of his soft bed. He would curl into a furry ball to continue his night’s sleep.
We have this bond, he and I. He can wrap me round his paw but he never tries to take advantage. He simply wants to be near and likes the relaxing place I work. Sometimes, for hours on end, he hides away to sleep in a cubby-hole. I haven’t discovered them all, but no matter, we are all allowed some privacy.
Bobby is so sweet. He just celebrated his tenth birthday July 6th and I am starting to see that he is beginning to look more mature. We are good friends and I will treasure our times together. Unconditional love is ours.
