Through a Porch Door Screen

This is Bob, short for Bobtail, as he does not have a tail. The least feral of feral cats. Steve takes such good care of him. He found a spot of sun and enjoyed the new Kalenchoe centerpiece on my porch table.

Happiest Birthday Ever -2009

Reblogged post from ten years ago -remembering when we could be together (the Elbow Room in Pittsburgh) doesn’t even exist anymore.

“Monday night Steve and I went to dinner at the Elbow Room (Pittsburgh) to celebrate his birthday. I asked him which of his birthdays was his happiest birthday ever. “Last year!” he said. We were out at Mark and Erika’s and the kids helped blow out the candles, eyeballs for the ophthalmologist. Laura had made the cake with the kids’ help decorating it. James made him a shirt with his favorite cat Fred sniffing the flowers. Mark gave him a book about Where They are Buried and Erika found some really nice summer shirts for him. It was a fun party. His best ever! The children really make life fun! Happy Birthday(2009) Steve.”

Happy Birthday Steve.

If You Have a Cat, Crafting With Cat Hair

Did you know there was such a thing? I saw this book for sale at Target.

Crafting With Cat Hair. By Kaori Tsutaya, I’ve been to an art installation with dryer lint sculpture. Not Cat Hair. Yet.

Clearly not for anyone with a cat allergy.

I didn’t open it up to look inside but maybe next time. The price tag just under the book says Dog Shampoo ?

I thought to myself, who would love and use this book?

Here’s what google books says “Got fur balls?Are your favorite sweaters covered with cat hair? Do you love to make quirky and one-of-a-kind crafting projects? If so, then it’s time to throw away your lint roller and curl up with your kitty!Crafting with Cat Hair shows readers how to transform stray clumps of fur into soft and adorable handicrafts. … “

Google Books

Achoo!
Crafting With Cat Hair

We’re Really Going to Appreciate the Arrival of Spring This Year

Here is Long Tail the feral cat in the garage.  You may know the story about Ann next door who was in her nineties and passed and we caught two of the four young cats she’d collected and had them neutered and vaccinated and released.  How they survive the sub zero temps is astounding. Steve feeds them and made a shelter.

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winter scenes Pittsburgh 1the garage floor cause the door is open.  Great snow dusting on old leaves for texture.

Monday Morning’s Trash Discovery Started the Snowy Day Captures

Two hour delay for school this morning. Teachers to report on time or as close to it as they can, safely.  I was making it!

I drove by “the find”. but when I got to the top of the intersection by school, I turned around on the snowy hill and went back and captured what I saw in the trash.

Snow on a discarded cat tree started my day.

cat tree in the trash

The snow on the cat tree shapes caught my eye.

Across the street( from my second turn around) I saw these windshield wipers standing at attention.

WindshieldWipers in the snow

Then on the way home from school, I thought I’d see how my favorite tree in the nearby park was looking with the snow on the branches.  Looks identical to my other photos of this particular tree in the park when it snows but I felt happy it was there.

tree in snow

I like it when a color photograph looks black and white

The snowman was a bonus and I even got out of my car and trudged through about 6 inches to find him with sunglsses, branches for arms and a carrot nose.  As my friend V, who had been shoveling earlier, said “The snow is perfect to make a snowman.”

snowman

How the light changes throughout the day. When I got home, The Mary statue I rescued from someone’s trash a few years ago had a halo of fresh snow.  She was painted by the puppeteer, Laura O.

our lady in the snow

Our Lady in the Snow

Blue Skies and Sunlight Hint Spring

 

 

 

Anyone bored with weather reports? It’s so much lighter for the morning drive to school.

I actually saw a robin in a tree down on East Liberty Boulevard. He was shivering.

I think.

This  tree is in my front yard.

Today it climbed to 48 degrees.                                     I promise a new topic soon.                      Very soon.
Berries on Branch

 

Photographed on Tuesday. I swear I heard bird song.

 

sunlightOld cat damage on the arm of the couch and

Sunlight through lace curtain onto hardwood.

 

 

 

 

Feral Cat Face and Collective Nouns

I’d gotten home from school, opened the door, put my school bag down. When I went back to close the door, there was this face- asking.  Asking to eat!  This is one of the two feral cats who were my neighbor’s kittens, one of the two we were able to capture and release after having them neutered and given a rabies shot at Animal Rescue League four years ago now.

Remember my neighbor Ann P. had a clutter, clowder, pounce of cats. I had to look that up as I was thinking “colony” not herd or gaggle.  (click here to see what other animal groups are named under collectives.)  Ann P (90+) passed away and we were able to get two of the four young cats taken care of and those two are still coming around.  Don’t know what happened to the other two.

This one has a particularly expressive face.  (iPhone shot) I call it Long Tail.  The other one has no tail and I call it Bunny Boy but granddaughter Anna calls him Bob which works as he was born without a tail.

feral cat

Maybe you saw an earlier photo of this same cat- in the catnip with the matching green eyes, in the major snow storm or just in my driveway. cat in catnip

 

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Lucy, the Last of the Litter- RIP

Whether you’re a dog person, a cat person, or none of the above, you know how painful loss can be. Even when a living thing comes to the end of its life, the inevitable is difficult. There they are, with you. And then they aren’t anymore. Ever. And no matter how old or how sick, you just miss them. They entertain you, cheer you, greet you and provide companionship. You care for them, feed them, talk to them and teach them a trick or two.

First there was Eloise, a cat someone dumped in the park across the street where we live. 1992. We took her in. Laura was in second grade.

In the Spring of 1993, Eloise gave birth to Fred, Tommie and Lucy.

Lucy- the last of the litter- the only one with long hair, big green eyes- a pretty cat and sweet.

She was the loudest purrer and a docile cat. She was the most vocal and would talk back as your called her name.

My one friend thinks Steve needs a kitten. NOT! We’re not getting any more cats.

Steve said maybe a hypoallergenic dog? Down the road a bit. A little terrier? No! We just can’t have any more pets. It’s too hard to lose them. The last couple months seemed to be a cat hospice situation around here with Steve so vigilant and trying everything to make her life nice. She really was confined to one room and didn’t climb the stairs anymore.

Her being in the one room allowed the family to come this summer and sleep overnight as they suffer from cat allergies. Oh how the grandkids loved seeing Lucy. Steve would take them in and they were so happy seeing her, asking about her. I know they’ll be sad to hear she’s gone.

Earlier in the summer, Michael gave me his pet rock he’d made in day camp “for when Lucy dies”.

I think about how Mark, Erika and both of her parents and now even Laura all suffer from cat allergies. So do a couple of my good friends and it has impacted their ability to come and enjoy being in my home. Oh dear. But when Laura was growing up, she used to have cute Lucy crawl under the covers. Now she can’t be near cats without an allergic reaction.

Nineteen and a half years is a full life for a cat. Or as Mark says, she had nine wonderful lives thanks to Steve. Steve has been caring for her so tenderly. Sips of Cat Milk, special food for the thyroid. You name it. Steve was practically chewing up shrimp like a penguin mother. Now it’s hard to handle and dispose of her bowl and her drinking fountain, her pan, all the things she used.

Three weeks ago at the vet they said she was doing well for her age.

Hmmm, I thought. She didn’t look too good to me but her eyes had life and she was still using the litter pan and eating a little.

I knew she was coming down the home stretch. We talked about knowing it was time to put her down. But we hadn’t.

And so the night before the first day of school, Steve came in around 1:30 AM and said that he was petting her and she didn’t wake up. That she was gone. Friday he took her to be cremated while I started my new job. I was sorry he had to go alone. It still doesn’t seem real that she passed and isn’t coming back.

We’ll miss you Lucy.

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Rusty the Long Hair Dachshund Chases a Spot of Light

While in the middle of a friend’s photo shoot of vintage clothing, her mother’s long haired dachshund started following my watch reflection and chased it all around.  I’ve never seen a dog exhibit this behavior.  Trying to capture it was spontaneous and difficult as the watch was on my left wrist and the camera in my right hand.  No chance to focus. It was just happening. Stop action seemed the best way to try and show the motion. Min Pin Tigger makes a cameo appearance.Wish I had a real video to show it better.