Lucy Takes Her Kittens Back

Lucy accepted her kittens back just moments ago. She had been severely stressed, saw enemies in everyone, when she first returned here. She literally screamed in rage and aggression if she saw a shadow. I thought if her kittens returned, she would be happier but she also had attacked them. I removed them for their safety.

But, today, and last night, after I got back, she relaxed somewhat. She was dehydrated, from stress, and hairball afflicted. I used catnip and lots of petting and play to induce sleep for her, which she needed. When I slept most of the day today, she did also.

I just woke up actually, after falling asleep on my couch about 9:00 p.m. I'd also slept away much of the day. I took in Frankie, her little boy first. She huffed and hissed and growled, but then flopped on her side, showing her teets, like she wanted him to nurse. Her eyes were dilated in confusion. I let her sniff Frankie's tail. She growled and huffed again again, but sniffed at his butt.

I was sitting on the floor and let him play while on my lap. She turned around, from where she was, a few feet away, and made the first of several mother cat calls. I then knew it was a go, and let him off my lap. She began licking him all over. I made a bed for them, then went and got Sunshine, the blue girl, Tiny Tim's offspring.

Lucy is back to being Lucy, a loving devoted mother and wonderful all around kitty.

Take note, mother's out there. And kids, too.

Hissy spittiness is oft the result of hairballs, dehydration, stress and sleep deprivation. Take care of yourselves! Everyone feels better then.

Lucy Takes Her Kittens Back

Lucy accepted her kittens back just moments ago. She had been severely stressed, saw enemies in everyone, when she first returned here. She literally screamed in rage and aggression if she saw a shadow. I thought if her kittens returned, she would be happier but she also had attacked them. I removed them for their safety.

But, today, and last night, after I got back, she relaxed somewhat. She was dehydrated, from stress, and hairball afflicted. I used catnip and lots of petting and play to induce sleep for her, which she needed. When I slept most of the day today, she did also.

I just woke up actually, after falling asleep on my couch about 9:00 p.m. I'd also slept away much of the day. I took in Frankie, her little boy first. She huffed and hissed and growled, but then flopped on her side, showing her teets, like she wanted him to nurse. Her eyes were dilated in confusion. I let her sniff Frankie's tail. She growled and huffed again again, but sniffed at his butt.

I was sitting on the floor and let him play while on my lap. She turned around, from where she was, a few feet away, and made the first of several mother cat calls. I then knew it was a go, and let him off my lap. She began licking him all over. I made a bed for them, then went and got Sunshine, the blue girl, Tiny Tim's offspring.

Lucy is back to being Lucy, a loving devoted mother and wonderful all around kitty.

Take note, mother's out there. And kids, too.

Hissy spittiness is oft the result of hairballs, dehydration, stress and sleep deprivation. Take care of yourselves! Everyone feels better then.

Totally Exhausted!

I'm zonkered! There's something seriously seriously wrong with Lucy now. She left here a happy contented mother cat. She has returned pretty much a screaming ballistic monster. She occupies my bathroom and I don't know what in the world I will do with her.

I can't say what happened after she left here because I don't know. I don't know what to do with her now.

I've gotten hate e-mails after writing a joke Halloween letter to the paper, Halloween theme, about living in a development. It was a response to a dispute between a housing association and a home owner who couldn't put out her statues or was getting complaints and violation letters about the statues from the housing association. It was ironic also because the statues were representative of every religion. It's not like anybody's believes weren't included in the woman's entourage of statues.

Apparently, some didn't understand that Halloween was approaching and it was a spoof letter I wrote. That in itself is hysterical.

I stand by my observations of housing developments and the crush of personal expression and freedom enforced in many by overly zealous housing association boards who dictate rules about how people can decorate or use their own property.

Trailer parks with a higher price tag!

It's pathetic to me how people cave in and give up freedom or take away the freedom of others and find ways to justify it that make these actions seem fuzzy and a.o.k..

Totally Exhausted!

I'm zonkered! There's something seriously seriously wrong with Lucy now. She left here a happy contented mother cat. She has returned pretty much a screaming ballistic monster. She occupies my bathroom and I don't know what in the world I will do with her.

I can't say what happened after she left here because I don't know. I don't know what to do with her now.

I've gotten hate e-mails after writing a joke Halloween letter to the paper, Halloween theme, about living in a development. It was a response to a dispute between a housing association and a home owner who couldn't put out her statues or was getting complaints and violation letters about the statues from the housing association. It was ironic also because the statues were representative of every religion. It's not like anybody's believes weren't included in the woman's entourage of statues.

Apparently, some didn't understand that Halloween was approaching and it was a spoof letter I wrote. That in itself is hysterical.

I stand by my observations of housing developments and the crush of personal expression and freedom enforced in many by overly zealous housing association boards who dictate rules about how people can decorate or use their own property.

Trailer parks with a higher price tag!

It's pathetic to me how people cave in and give up freedom or take away the freedom of others and find ways to justify it that make these actions seem fuzzy and a.o.k..

I'm Back. Tiny Tim's with Kate and Ned.

I am exhausted so will make this short. I'm back. Tiny Tim is in great hands, with Kate and Ned. I had a great day. I've been in Portland, Irvine, Huntington Beach, even Seattle. All in one day! And I went to the beach, down in So Cal, even went wading. The beach there was just like on Bay Watch, with life guard towers and surfer boys, blond of course, and the paved pathway, with lots of bikes and walkers and joggers, just like you see on TV! It was fabulous.

Kate drove me down to see the ocean and beach not too long after I had arrived. We took Tim to their place, visited a bit, then went to the beach with a sandwich. I didn't have long to be there and I was already tired. But, I thought, I'll never get such a chance again. So off we went. Palm trees, everywhere! And there were little small oil pumps in many side and backyards, like a lot of people had discovered oil right in their own yards and were pumping it out to sell.

Tiny Tim made friends all the way down. The flight attendant upgraded me to first class right after the plane took off from Portland. I had showed her Tiny Tim when boarding and she thought it was a wonderful story, that he was getting a home in Huntington Beach with good people after his hard luck life.

She said if Kate and Ned for any reason could not take him, she would. There were not a lot of people on that flight.

He was half out of the carrier most of the way down. He's just so laid back and lovable.

I had a nice breakfast with my brother, his wife and daughter, in Portland, before continuing to the airport in the morning, to catch the first flight out. That also was a bit rushed. My brothers' wife even set a timer, so when it went off, I knew I had to be out of there and on the way within two minutes.

Kate and Ned were just like I expected them to be, really wonderful. They were ready for Tiny Tim and he took to them instantly, making himself at home on their couch.

I got a little worn out on the trip back to Seattle. My legs hurt. I couldn't get comfortable, was exhausted but couldn't sleep. But I made it. The planes were all early getting in and the flight attendants very pleasant. I had half hour between the flight into Seattle and the prop Horizon plane out, for the short flight back to Portland. I had heard so much on the news lately about airline travel. It wasn't like they say on the news at all. It was easy and pleasant I thought.

I picked up two of Lucy's kittens on the way back, because she is not the cat who left here. She growls all the time and is on edge like she expects to be attacked and whatever happened at the house of the people who adopted her wasn't good for her, that is for sure.

She was growling and hissing at the kittens at first, but that is gradually subsiding. For now, they are protected in a large carrier inside the bathroom. I believe she is dehydrated and hairball clogged and sleep deprived also. If she will accept the kittens and they even try to nurse, endorphins will be released and she will feel so much more relaxed.

I cannot believe I have been so many places and had so many wonderful experiences in one day! And Tiny Tim is in such good hands.

I'm Back. Tiny Tim's with Kate and Ned.

I am exhausted so will make this short. I'm back. Tiny Tim is in great hands, with Kate and Ned. I had a great day. I've been in Portland, Irvine, Huntington Beach, even Seattle. All in one day! And I went to the beach, down in So Cal, even went wading. The beach there was just like on Bay Watch, with life guard towers and surfer boys, blond of course, and the paved pathway, with lots of bikes and walkers and joggers, just like you see on TV! It was fabulous.

Kate drove me down to see the ocean and beach not too long after I had arrived. We took Tim to their place, visited a bit, then went to the beach with a sandwich. I didn't have long to be there and I was already tired. But, I thought, I'll never get such a chance again. So off we went. Palm trees, everywhere! And there were little small oil pumps in many side and backyards, like a lot of people had discovered oil right in their own yards and were pumping it out to sell.

Tiny Tim made friends all the way down. The flight attendant upgraded me to first class right after the plane took off from Portland. I had showed her Tiny Tim when boarding and she thought it was a wonderful story, that he was getting a home in Huntington Beach with good people after his hard luck life.

She said if Kate and Ned for any reason could not take him, she would. There were not a lot of people on that flight.

He was half out of the carrier most of the way down. He's just so laid back and lovable.

I had a nice breakfast with my brother, his wife and daughter, in Portland, before continuing to the airport in the morning, to catch the first flight out. That also was a bit rushed. My brothers' wife even set a timer, so when it went off, I knew I had to be out of there and on the way within two minutes.

Kate and Ned were just like I expected them to be, really wonderful. They were ready for Tiny Tim and he took to them instantly, making himself at home on their couch.

I got a little worn out on the trip back to Seattle. My legs hurt. I couldn't get comfortable, was exhausted but couldn't sleep. But I made it. The planes were all early getting in and the flight attendants very pleasant. I had half hour between the flight into Seattle and the prop Horizon plane out, for the short flight back to Portland. I had heard so much on the news lately about airline travel. It wasn't like they say on the news at all. It was easy and pleasant I thought.

I picked up two of Lucy's kittens on the way back, because she is not the cat who left here. She growls all the time and is on edge like she expects to be attacked and whatever happened at the house of the people who adopted her wasn't good for her, that is for sure.

She was growling and hissing at the kittens at first, but that is gradually subsiding. For now, they are protected in a large carrier inside the bathroom. I believe she is dehydrated and hairball clogged and sleep deprived also. If she will accept the kittens and they even try to nurse, endorphins will be released and she will feel so much more relaxed.

I cannot believe I have been so many places and had so many wonderful experiences in one day! And Tiny Tim is in such good hands.

Tiny Tim