Monday, August 17, 2009
I'll be down a few days. As soon as I'm back online, you can be sure this is the first place I'll be!
Saturday, August 08, 2009
Over the years I've participated in various on-line communities, both health and diet conscious.
I've met a lot of interesting and nice women in my age group along the way.
None of those groups compare to the Spark People teams here. I love all the interaction and advice, the support and sympathy when needed.
Most of all, I love the way that no one pressures you, demands an accounting of you, tells you when to weigh in and reports your loss or gain to the group, examines your food diary and critiques it.
In other words, no one is controlling or pushy. Gee, it feels like we're all grownups with a plan of our own helping others with their own plan.
I love it!
Thanks to all of you for friendship and kindness.
Saturday, August 01, 2009
If you share a home with a cat, you know that you belong to the cat - not the other way around. At least from the cat's point of view.
Cats are very patient in trying to train their humans. After a while we know what it means when they sit in front of the door, or in front of their dish, patiently waiting for us the get the idea, lol.
Rosie sits in one certain spot every evening and gives me a buzzy twirping sound that means, "It's time for you to throw the mousies so I can chase them." If I don't do this, she refuses to come to bed with me unless I pick her up, carry her in there, and put her on the bed. Humph!
My good friend Joe is owned by Solomon. You can see their photo on my Spark Page. Solomon the King, runs to the counter in the dressing room in their house and jumps up there waiting to be brushed. He loves being brushed more than any cat I know and purrs really loudly during the whole procedure. He has patiently trained Joe, and later, me, to know just what we're supposed to do!
Neither Rosie nor Solomon thinks sitting on the sofa is acceptable, for some reason. Sitting in the recliner with their human is good, but never on the sofa. Joe and I accuse them of talking on the phone because they have never met, never been in the same house together, but have this thing about the sofa, lol.
I really started this blog because I need some thoughts and opinions about something. I often wonder if I should have another cat join me and Rosie in our home. Rosie is 3 yrs old and she's always been my only cat and is totally an indoor cat. Sometimes I wonder if she gets bored because I don't play with her enough. Or if she gets lonely for another of her own kind.
Have you ever BROUGHT IN A SECOND CAT to live with a cat who has always been an only child? Is it a good thing or not? Will Rosie adjust well? Should the second cat be a kitten?
I don't want to do anything to ruin Rosie's happy life, you know. She'd never forgive me.
I should also add that it's just Rosie and me living here. I wonder if it makes a difference, knowing that I am hers exclusively and not shared by any other critters - either the two legged or four legged ones.
Thanks for the comments so far!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
I was at my son's house (Scott) yesterday for my water exercise.
When I first went out to the pool and stepped into the water, I heard a bird in the nearby trees. This bird was making lots of noise. Screaming! I stepped into the pool and started to paddle when I saw, at the other end near the drain you can reach from deck top, something floating.
Now my son has a cat, Luna, who is the Mother Hunter of the Earth, lol. She can catch anything and frequently does, bringing him rats and birds and anything that is unfortunate enough to cross his yard. Sometimes her prey escapes her, only to drown in his pool. He's told me of retrieving little bodies and cleaning the pool before I get there. So, I wrapped a towel around me and when into his house and told him something was DOA in his pool, lol. (I was rather afraid it was a rat.)
He came out and reached down into the drain and retrieved it. It was a bird and it was alive but very, very wet. It had a lot of life in it though, so he put it on the ground near the pool. His lawn slopes and is terraced so he sat the bird on the ledge above the pool and left it. I went on swimming quietly and watching.
Mama Bird never stopped squawking. Especially when Scott had her baby in his hand. After he left, she flew down from the tree, landing on the storage shed near her baby. Then she flew down to the fence. She would never fly to the ground, which, especially in the yard of Luna, Mother Hunter, is a very dangerous place for a bird. She kept on and on until I was exhausted from just watching her. The poor thing was trying to get her baby to fly up out of the yard. Baby had all his feathers, except on his head. Those are always the last feathers to fill in. He may have been on his maiden voyage, first flight, and just didn't make it across the Concrete Pond. I don' t think the cat had her claws in him because she was sleeping soundly somewhere and didn't come out during this entire fracas, lol. Besides, other than being really wet, he wasn't hurt.
After about 30 minutes, Mama Bird constantly squawking, Scott came back out and saw that the bird was dried somewhat. I suggested he pick it up again and put it in the fork of an old pear tree that had split. When he picked up Baby Bird, Mama AND Papa came after him! He sat Baby in the tree and left.
Another 15 min. went by and Baby jumped out of the tree onto the ground. Mama didn't like that either. About that time, Luna showed up, I called Scott and he took her inside the house. I went in and changed and when I came out, Mama, Papa and Baby were all gone. A Happy Ending, I assume, lol.
The Mama Bird never shut up the entire 45 min. I was in the pool. I think she has a sore throat this morning, but I also think she still has her baby!
Surely, there are millions of birds in the world, and it seems foolish to worry about just one. But it felt good to save one, especially since his Mama was so dedicated.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Well, you know my cat is on a diet. I wrote a blog about that just recently. She weighs 15 lbs.
So, when she SITS on something, she really sits, lol.
You've seen a cable remote. 57 buttons and a zillion combinations required to get the cable, the tv, the dvd, all working together.
Now and then I press a few wrong buttons and it takes a while to straighten things out. Rosie did a BIG job of pressing buttons, stepping on the remote a couple of times as she walked cross the coffee table. Then when I raised my voice from across the room, she sat right down and looked at me - Yes, Mom? What's up?
Of course she sat on the remote and that was the final touch, lol. Haven't got things working again, yet. That will teach me to put my remotes in the fake book I have sitting on the coffee table, just for that purpose.
Oh well, Rosie loves me no matter what, and it's mutual!
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