Noel is every present when I am eating at the kitchen table. For some reason, she thinks there is some food in it for her. Sorry NoNo but Mom is having her morning coffee and that is just not good for you.
Sofie is the only dog in the pack that does this. She appears to watch the world go by from her perch. Maybe it is because her body fits perfectly on the step (or at least it used to). Where is your favorite viewing spot?
Why is it that I cannot resist jumping into a box, any box, no matter what the size. I feel obsessed with anything box. Is this normal? Should I seek professional help?
Sincerely, Binky
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Dear Binky, Your obsession with boxes is absolutely cat-normal. We all do. I love a good box. A box makes me feel safe and is comfy and cozy. A good box gives me a great vantage point from which to jump out at my brother or sister cats, and even at those pesky dogs (if I wasn’t afraid Sofie would eat me). In a deep box, no one can crawl up behind me. As you can see in this video, boxes are a natural part of being feline. Just relax and enjoy your obsession. Your friend, Noel
“If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy, and if it were merely challenging that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.” – E.B. White
I know exactly what White meant when he said this. In the beauty of the autumn days, it is almost impossible to concentrate on the tasks at hand and not just want to grab a leash, some water, and a day pack and head out into the woods or along the river. It is on days like this, when the air is crisp and cool but not yet cold, when the sky is bluer than blue and the clouds hang in the distance like fluffs of cotton that were placed there just for my observation, that I am forced, by my thirst for connection to mother earth and all her creations, that I stop saving the world and just bask in the gift of the day.
Anticipation of the colors that will come in the next few weeks from the changing season brings me great happiness. The reds, yellows, and oranges of the changing Maples, Oaks, Elms, and SweetGum. On our walks, the acorns and large nuts are falling in large numbers on our heads. I kept thinking that the Squirrels were aiming for us, but I realized it was just… fall. Are you familiar with the ‘GumBalls’ that drop from the SweetGum? They are prickly and roll underfoot. On many a walk, because I tend to be looking everywhere else but down at my feet, I have ended up flat on the ground after stepping on one of those silly balls. I always laugh when that happens, because the dogs come to me as to say, “Mom, Mom, are you Ok? What are you doing down here?”
What an incredible opportunity the change of the seasons provides us in understanding the cycle of life and the importance of change. The having to say goodbye to things, like butterflies and hummingbirds, that will make their way to Mexico or Panama, or some other nice warm southern spot to winter and reproduce, and say hello to the wild swans and the geese, coming down from the Yukon or somewhere in Canada to winter on my Chesapeake Bay.
Fall for me is the time to take stock of myself, my world, and my place in it. It is a time to regroup and prepare for the ‘going in’ of winter. To clear my slate, with humans and with nature, for any wrongs I have transgressed in the previous months, and to start fresh for a whole new year. Today I will enjoy the world – tomorrow I will get back to saving it.
(Originally posted DogDaz 9.26.12 Today I Will Savor The World with updates)
Peanut loves Snapchatting me into different faces and accessories. I guess because I am white the Snap thinks I am a human because she can’t do that to any of the other animals. I am pretty beautiful. Peanut is moving tomorrow into her own place and won’t be around much to take silly pictures of me anymore. We will miss her. Now Mommy might have to download Snapchat and learn how to do it herself.
Sadly, last Friday morning, my Grandcat, Mr. Kitty, suffered a sudden onset of Saddle Thrombus and passed away.
Saddle thrombus (or saddle thrombosis) is a blood clot that starts off in the left atrium of the heart and then moves out into the aorta (aortic thromboembolism). Once there, the clot travels to the junction of the aorta and into the iliac arteries where it gets stuck. Since the iliac arteries feed into the femoral arteries, which serve the back legs, the clot prevents blood flow to the back legs and is an extremely serious condition.
90% of the time, saddle thrombus is related to an underlying heart condition such as dilated or hypertrophic cardiomyopathy (types of congestive heart failure).
The main symptom is weakness or paralysis of the hind legs, which will be colder than other parts of the body and may even be bluish in color. The cat will be in a lot of pain, often vocalizing his discomfort loudly. Go to your veterinarian or an emergency clinic immediately if your cat has these symptoms.
He was a wonderful cat and the family is heartbroken by his sudden passing. Kitty was an 11-year old Maine Coon mix. He will be greatly missed. Travel safe little man over the rainbow bridge to the big meadow in the sky.
The herb window is Noel’s domain. But you know Mini Cooper. She will go anywhere she wants and pushes herself on cats, dogs, humans. She is a ‘very present’ cat. I am not sure that Noel is happy about sharing her afternoon nap with Mini, but she is making the best of it. Her face kind of says ‘Help me please, get this youngster out of here!’