I truly didn't mean for there to be almost a year between postings on this blog. this blog is one that comes from life experience. had i no life experience from last June to this one? noooo there has never been a period of time in our married life when nothing has happened. we seem to go from situation to situation. or emergency to emergency. at times it is from laughter to more laughter, i love those times. and there is just life as it happens from one time to the next.
We didn't have kittens born in this past year. that is a very good thing. our cats have all had their little operations preventing them from having aftermath of slutty behavior. what usually happens is we are known as the soft touch of the block. find an unwed mom cat, leave her on our front porch, we will take her in, i have a bit of a "midwife" crisis waiting for the babies to be born.
love snuggling with the mom's who are usually thrilled to be in a house and warm, must have been someone's pet before being left out. you can feel the babies move around if you leave your hand on the mom's belly. sometimes you can play with one, or more, when mom is near her time, if you use a finger and press lightly in one stop that you have just felt kick. you will get a kick back. you can then press lightly again. the kit will again kick back, some times harder, so it could be two feet, or 2 kittens. course, by this time the mom cat is not thrilled and after giving several nasty looks, will stand up and reposition herself, then lay back down. i try not to start it up again, but i sometimes feel the kicking start, and can't help the interaction. course, bout then Jon admonishes me to quit messing with the mom, let her be. like i did something wrong. 
anyway, we then help administer birthing assistance, breech not a favorite but i can do it, help with getting the little ones to be "pee'd" thou we use tp to gently wipe, not as the mom does, with her tongue. we have some standards. we laugh and take pictures of first solid food and the tracks that happen as they wander in and out of the rice cereal. that 's always good for a laugh or two. it is amazing how cats we did not get as kittens, but cats who are basically left on our porch, sometimes in a box for goodness sake, will adapt and trust me.
there is nothing more rewarding than gaining the trust of a wild cat, one who you have seen wild as a kitten, but no matter how hard you try, will not trust. we had one that i finally figured out, lived on our roof. there is a screened in patio, i guessed that she must be settled in on the flat surface of that. however she would come across and come down via a large necturine tree (that never gave fruit until about 7 years after we planted it, it gave us 4 plums. right. anyway, this sweetie would come down the tree to the ground. so i started there. cut up turkey from Thanksgiving, and put some way up on the branches that touched the roof. she would see me, and back off till she couldn't stand it, and would take the turkey off the branch. now i was sitting in a chair, fairly down from the limb. after 3 weeks, she would come down lower, cause i would put the turkey lower. by the time i had turkey from Christmas, it was down to the lowest limb, where it met the trunk.
i spoke to her the entire time, and she was getting used to me. slowly, she would gain more and more confidence. by the end of February i would sit on the front step and she would eat off a paper plate i held, and she would actually crawl into my lap to eat. course
the first time that happened, i cried. which scared her off, so i had to stop and then she came back.
it was so cool. funniest thing was she looked just almost identical to our grey cat. we could not figure out how we could talk to misty in the house, then finish carrying on the conversation with her outside. till they stood side by side one day. fake misty never would come inside. and i lost alot of ground when i trapped her for taking her in for her little operation to insure no little misty cats would be around. took weeks to regain her trust. i felt awful
but, you gotta do that.
pat
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So, who knew when you said "I DO you get all this in 30 years?
The thoughts and rantings of me, married woman of 30 years on july 2, to Jon, retired Lietunent with Feds. now working private security. Mother to one Amanda, 27 who in turn is mother to one Paige Noelle, age 4. Life rumbles around us, we rumble around it, laughing
About Me

- Name: pat
- Location: san francisco bay area, California, United States
married working on 31 years, 1 daughter, 29 with 1 daughter, 5yrs. 2dogs, 1 rhodesian ridgeback 120lb sweetie and 1 border terrier mix about 20 lb 2 kittens, siamese wannabe: their voices ring true siamese not clearly marked, a beautiful solid grey could pass for a RussianBlue cept his tail is ringed in shades of grey, their names Felle O'knee, Missey D'Meanor and Wabbler cause what you did could be a felony or misdomeanor. did i mention jon is retired Lt. with the Feds. it was his turn to name the cats. what can say.

