Okay, I know I promised to write more but I really don't have an excuse other than just laziness! I have been quite busy and I will try to fill it all in in one blog!
Lets see: I saw Champagne Sunday at Seabee Days (it is for non military people to see what the seabees really do.) Really interesting. I haven't been on a military base in years. The following weekend we saw them at Borders (which is really great cuz you can hear the words!) The next day we went to see them at Margarita Villa in the Ventura Harbor. It was a beautiful day and we had a blast. I am so excited for the new album. It has some fabulous songs on it. I know I am gonna be loving this album more than the last one.
I celebrated my 15 year wedding anniversary on July 9th. We went out for dinner but really waited until the 11th to celebrate. We went and saw the movie "Ready? OK!" at Outfest in West Hollywood. OMG I absolutely LOVED this film! The movie is very sweet with wonderful performances by the entire cast. I was lucky enough to meet 2 of its stars who were very gracious with their time and were truly nice people. Yes, folks it was Michael Emerson and Carrie Preston! No, I did not pull out the camera and go all fanatical on them. I do have some restraint! LOL Yes, I know, I have very little restraint! I just wanted a nice conversation, which created a very special and lasting memory. What an anniversary gift! We headed off to Bobs Big Boy for dinner! I went again to see the film on the 19th, taking my friend/boss Amy and her friend Sara. We went to Andres for a pre birthday lunch for me. They enjoyed the film as well. I cant say enough about this film. If you ever have the chance to see it do so. You wont be disappointed. The film was shot in 18 days around San Diego. Two thumbs up !! It makes my heart smile to think about it!
The house is once again full of cat energy. I adopted two kittens, a brother and sister. They are from 2 different litters. The female is Emerson or Emmy for short! I call her Emmy as the Emmy Nominees were announced and Michael Emerson has been nominated for Best Supporting Actor (And he should WIN!) She is 13 weeks old and before they could get the mother cat spayed she got pregnant with another litter. The male is Benjamin, yes named after the Lost character. He has the dazed and confused look that one might have if stranded on an island! He also has no fear and struts up to the older cats and the dog with not one ounce of trepidation. I then realized that the cats are black or black and white. I found a grey tabby who purrs like there is no tomorrow. He joined the fleet a week ago. His name is Henry. I have forgotten what it is like to have kittens again. They climb your leg, not caring that you are wearing shorts! Henry likes to nuzzle next to my neck, not good with a tank top on! Not forgetting to mention they like shiny things like oh, earrings, necklaces and bracelets. I wouldn't trade it for anything. I got Murray's remains back and he sits next to Max in the living room. I had Emmy spayed on Wednesday. She has adopted Brendan, Henry likes my lap at the computer and Ben likes everybody, but really likes Sam the dog. This tiny little kitten with the lanky legged dog! Go figure.
So there ya go! That is about it. I head to the Ventura County Fair on Wednesday. I will spend my birthday as a "Dirt Track Date" Will fill you in on that later. Off to cause more mayhem and mischief .....
Monday, July 28, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
MurrMan
Yes, I know I haven't written in like forever, but the chaos at my house has been steady and ongoing. After reeling from the loss of Max, the house was oddly readjusting. Murray, my orange fur child started his decline. I figured we would have a few months with him. He was showing his age and I was okay with that, cuz I am showing mine as well! The other cats were filling in the void the best they knew how but we were still off kilter somehow.
When I moved into the Quonset hut I refused to so all alone. I moved in on Halloween and spent the entire month moving my junk in my new home. Brendan and I weren't engaged just dating. The hut had been empty for 7 months and mice had relocated inside. I wanted a mouse cat so off to the shelter we went. All the black or black and white kittens were placed on hold due to the fact that kids adopt the cats and torture them on Halloween. Brendan saw this orange and white kitten who kept reaching thru the bars and was a total purr box. Seeing the two of them together I knew he was going home with me even before I ever held him. I took him to the groomers as he had fleas. I spent my first night with Murray (I picked out the name before I picked out the cat!) sleeping on my face! He was my companion and he got jealous of Brendan when he came over. Hence, we went hunting for Max. Murray was my love bug. He had a bladder infection and almost died. We spent $800 trying to save him. We even had to doctor him at home with a bag filled with solution to flush the infection out of him. The first time I had to stick the needle in between his shoulder blades I actually almost fainted. I consider myself pretty tough but I really thought I was going to hit the floor. Poor Brendan was trying to help me and hold the sick cat! Quite a sight I can tell you.
Flash forward 16 years and I have this poor fur ball that is skin and bones but still very very furry. We tried feeding him wet food to keep his weight up. We ended up feeding him with a syringe. At first he tolerated it and finally he waited until we were done and then threw up. I knew the end was coming and I couldn't believe that I was going to have to play God again and sign my critter to death. Brendan and I decided that Thursday July 3 he would take him to the vet knowing very well he wouldn't return home. I spent part of Wednesday night just talking to him and I told him it was OK if he wanted to go over the rainbow bridge and join up with Max. On Thursday morning he was pretty much in the same spot and again I promised that I wouldn't be mad if he had to go. I held it together until about 2 PM when I called the vet to see if she would be there for Brendan to take him in. I really wasn't going to go. When she heard that it was Murray she knew and I began to cry. I sat and cried and after a wonderful comfort session with Amy I knew I had to do the right thing. God spoke to me and said I needed to be there for Murray not for me. I headed home and when I got there I found him on the floor very still. He needed to be with Max, so over the rainbow bridge he went. I was sad but oh so very relieved. I wrapped him in a towel and talked to him and pet his soft fur. I called Amy to tell her the news and I felt such a rush of relief that he went on his terms, in his home, surrounded by what he knew and loved. I think he passed away that morning because he was quite stiff. I waited for Brendan and I carried him like a baby to the vet and again I knew they would freeze him because I wanted him cremated so he can come home and be with Max and a family that loved him. Now he gets all the chicken he wants because it was his favorite, right along with Wendy's french fries. Bon Appetite my beautiful MurrMan. Mommy misses you! XXOOXX
When I moved into the Quonset hut I refused to so all alone. I moved in on Halloween and spent the entire month moving my junk in my new home. Brendan and I weren't engaged just dating. The hut had been empty for 7 months and mice had relocated inside. I wanted a mouse cat so off to the shelter we went. All the black or black and white kittens were placed on hold due to the fact that kids adopt the cats and torture them on Halloween. Brendan saw this orange and white kitten who kept reaching thru the bars and was a total purr box. Seeing the two of them together I knew he was going home with me even before I ever held him. I took him to the groomers as he had fleas. I spent my first night with Murray (I picked out the name before I picked out the cat!) sleeping on my face! He was my companion and he got jealous of Brendan when he came over. Hence, we went hunting for Max. Murray was my love bug. He had a bladder infection and almost died. We spent $800 trying to save him. We even had to doctor him at home with a bag filled with solution to flush the infection out of him. The first time I had to stick the needle in between his shoulder blades I actually almost fainted. I consider myself pretty tough but I really thought I was going to hit the floor. Poor Brendan was trying to help me and hold the sick cat! Quite a sight I can tell you.
Flash forward 16 years and I have this poor fur ball that is skin and bones but still very very furry. We tried feeding him wet food to keep his weight up. We ended up feeding him with a syringe. At first he tolerated it and finally he waited until we were done and then threw up. I knew the end was coming and I couldn't believe that I was going to have to play God again and sign my critter to death. Brendan and I decided that Thursday July 3 he would take him to the vet knowing very well he wouldn't return home. I spent part of Wednesday night just talking to him and I told him it was OK if he wanted to go over the rainbow bridge and join up with Max. On Thursday morning he was pretty much in the same spot and again I promised that I wouldn't be mad if he had to go. I held it together until about 2 PM when I called the vet to see if she would be there for Brendan to take him in. I really wasn't going to go. When she heard that it was Murray she knew and I began to cry. I sat and cried and after a wonderful comfort session with Amy I knew I had to do the right thing. God spoke to me and said I needed to be there for Murray not for me. I headed home and when I got there I found him on the floor very still. He needed to be with Max, so over the rainbow bridge he went. I was sad but oh so very relieved. I wrapped him in a towel and talked to him and pet his soft fur. I called Amy to tell her the news and I felt such a rush of relief that he went on his terms, in his home, surrounded by what he knew and loved. I think he passed away that morning because he was quite stiff. I waited for Brendan and I carried him like a baby to the vet and again I knew they would freeze him because I wanted him cremated so he can come home and be with Max and a family that loved him. Now he gets all the chicken he wants because it was his favorite, right along with Wendy's french fries. Bon Appetite my beautiful MurrMan. Mommy misses you! XXOOXX
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