A local boy died in Afghanistan earlier this month. He was hardly a boy anymore. He was a man. I remember his photo, in the local paper, from back when he was in high school. He was just a kid. How could he grow up and go off to war and die? His remains came home today, escorted, with a mix of fierce protective pride, love and sadness. I did not know Cody, but his tragic death permeated my reclusiveness. I went to honor his sacrifice and family. When young people die, it's like stomping flowers.
I am a Cat Woman. My self-appointed mission in life is to save the feline world! To accomplish this mission, I get cats fixed. Perhaps my mission might be slightly delusional. This blog is a mishmash of wishful thinking, rants, experiences as I remember them and of course, cat stories and cat photos. I have a nonprofit now, to help keep the cats here cared for and to fix community cats. Happy Cat Club formed in 2015. Currently, we are on a mission to fix 10,000 cats.
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Trip to Beach
My Lebanon friend who gets so carsick, said she was going to the coast yesterday, did I want to go too. Of course I did. She has to drive ...
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Black Pearl is supposed to go to a home on Monday. The people adopting both her and Toby wanted her records, to be sure she has been fixed,...
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Kokoro on the left I heard from my friend in Eugene, who took in Kokoro 13 years ago, that she passed away in September. She said she rem...
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Guess who I caught this evening? Yup. Both these big guys. They can be neutered side by side! I also caught a young brown tabby tux and ...
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