Alive and Well in Southwest Saskatchewan

Tuck and Pip are coming up to their 1 year adoption

Kurtis still won't pose for photos

*no photo available*

Stanley and I celebrated 30 years of marriage September 2018

Life is good.

Love to you all.

One Week Later

Everyone seems to be settling in just fine.

Pip's amazing blue eyes that are hard to say no to.  

So I don't.

Black nose, pink toes, blue eyes.

The glamour shot.

Tuck can usually be found lounging not too far from me.

Pure joy coming home to this

brother and sister duo everyday.

My house feels warm and cozy again.

xo Catherine

Life Continues...Part II

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I knew that it would take a special kitty to fill the big hole my Banjo left in my heart when I

had to say good-bye to him 3 months ago. I wasn't in any hurry, and I 

didn't think I was ready yet. I was getting used to a 'clean house'. 

Mid-January, a sweet little kitty showed up on the Swift Current SPCA FB page and

I couldn't get her out of my mind. I made the mistake that every animal lover makes... 

I just went to have a look at her. Not far away from her cage was her brother

sitting timidly in his cage. Strays brought to the shelter early

January looking for a home. I took them into the SPCA Cat Play Room (1st photo)

and they looked so sweet together. 

How could I split them up? 

I talked to Wayne and we decided that if you are cleaning out kitty litter anyways...

what's a bit more? 

And so, I would like to introduce to you:

Pippin

Pip for short

And

Tucker

Tuck for short

 They came to live with us Friday, February 16th. It is thought that they are about
1 years old and have some Himalayan in them. There's a
new cat tree, kitty condo, climbing wall, and cat walk.

They are super cuddly!

Tucker is the cleaner.  He cleans himself, he cleans Pip, he cleans Wayne and he cleans me. 
He is also the 'talker'.  He will call out for Pip if he can't find her, though usually they are
not too far apart from each other for too long.  He does not care to be carried around
for long but is very happy to curl up on your chest, lap or snuggle right up beside you.

Pip is a quiet girl.  Her meows are soft and quiet and sometimes she

looks like she is meowing but nothing is coming out.  She loves

to be carried around and cuddled continuously whether it's on your

chest or plunked right on your face or head! 

Luckily both are very small and weigh almost nothing!

They seem to have settled right in. 

Rescue pets just seem to know a good thing when they see it don't they? 

I suspect I will be doing a bit more blogging this year.  :)

xo Catherine

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xo Catherine

Life Continues

There's a quote I love:

"Was it a shitty day, or a shitty 5 minutes and you've been milking it all day?"

I reflect tonight and ask myself,

"Was it a shitty year, or a shitty few days and you've been milking it all year?"

It was a hard year. 

It was more than a few days, more than a few weeks.

It was months.  

And more than a few.

Numerous health scares for my mother.

Shingles on my face.

Ending the year with making the decision to let my beloved Banjo go.

A decision that was painful and still haunts me.

All of it tends to over-shadow the good stuff.  

I have to look hard to see it sometimes.

Hardships teach and sometimes have a silver lining.

Nights by myself in Saskatoon hospital/hotels by myself - validation that I am strong.

Scare of shingles moving to my eye - time at home snoozing with my kitty.

Just Banjo and I on his last day, on the couch watching cheesy Christmas movies.

And there were truly special times too:

Another perfect Vancouver Island vacation.

Mini-vacations of Calgary, Banff and the Moose Jaw spa.

Continuous perfection of my craft/computer room sanctuary.

I look back at 2017 and say good-bye and I greet 2018 with Hope, Optimism and Gratitude. 

Because life continues...

Wishing you a year full of HEALTH, HAPPINESS and PEACE.

xo Catherine

Goodbye - Paw Print on My Heart

It was with a very heavy heart that I said good-bye to my sweet Banjo today.  For 16 1/2 years he was with me.  Unconditional love.  Pure joy.  Although you know the time is coming, you are never ready once the decision is made.  Perhaps one more month.  Perhaps one more week.  Maybe just one more day.  But this morning it was time.  

He was never a cat that gave his love out freely.  He was NOT a lap cat.  He was a King and expected to be treated as such by all those that were lucky enough to be graced by his presence.  So for those occasions that he curled up with me to sleep, kissed me on the nose, and allowed me to cuddle him, I truly felt special and blessed to have his love.

I will miss him always.

Goodbye my fur baby.  I hope you know how loved you were...