Ok, I’m back…..This place is busy today & we’re suppose to be closed!

I had some people stop and of course, they seen me in here. So they knocked on the door and I had to see what they wanted. A neighbor of theirs told them that I had some kittens in. And it was time for us to start looking for them a home. The kitten was for their daughter, she looked to be about twelve. She was excited to be here so I took them back to look at the kittens. They picked out the one they wanted. I told them I would hold her for them. I also asked them if they minded coming back tomorrow(to fill out paperwork, about 3 months from now we will be checking on the kitten). I even went so far as telling the little girl I would give her a tour of all the wildlife we had. Gee! What’s Wrong With Me? I’m getting soft!

Now to get back to work before someone else shows up, lol! Sorry About That!

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Ah, It’s Good To Be Home! A Very Blessed Wednesday, to all my dear friends!

Good Wednesday Morning to everyone! I hope you are having a super fantastic day! Me? Ha, I am about half asleep. It will take me a week to catch up on my sleep. But there is no rest for the wicked, lol! I believe we have another cold snap tonight. It is suppose to really get cold. I will be back out in the building with the babies again. I will catch a quick nap between now and then.

I love being out in the supply building. That is what we call it, it houses all our supplies, food, bedding, snacks, and occasionally a baby or two. But at night when you get rid of everyone, it is so quiet. You can listen to the coyotes howling and an occasion wolf. But the best  part is feeding and caring for the little baby critters. The kittens are so cute. One of them is the color of Stinker and he reminds me of him. Then the little skunks, you wouldn’t believe them. They think I am momma. The minute I walk in the door, here they all come. They are big enough to climb out of their bed now. I am trying to teach them to eat cat food. All of them except one, is starting to eat. The stubborn one still wants the bottle. The kittens smell the cat food and here they come. It ends up, the kittens and the skunks eat together. They all grow up, they won’t know if they are a kitten or a skunk, lol! I guess when they raise that tail, they will know then, won’t they?

I feel pretty rested today. So I thought I would give the blog a whirl, just to see if you missed me, lol! Anyway, I am going to be busy. I hope you have a super, fantastic day!

Luv & Hugs,

Lady A

 

 

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Bad Kitty Chooses and Trains Her Witch…

Bad Kitty Chooses and Trains Her Witch…

by L. Lisa Harris

The candles were lit, as the heavy scent of incense caressed the air. “We all come from the Goddess” was playing softly in the background as we passed energy hand to hand to cast our circle. Deities were invoked, and quarters were called with poetry and passion.  Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a movement as a furry black paw reached out from under the altar cloth and snatched my ritual candle lighter. The familiar strikes again.

The day before last Thanksgiving, I had an overwhelming urge to adopt a kitten. It wasn’t planned out. It wasn’t even rational. I needed a cat and I needed it that day. After we bought our house, we had discussed adding a new pet to our family some time in the future, but had made no immediate plans. As a matter of fact, my dear husband had not actually agreed to it. I rationalized my impulse by telling myself that since our whole family would be home for four days, it would be the perfect time to bring a new family member into the household, especially since the smell of roasting turkey is so welcoming. Visions of our happy family playing with a cute, fluffy frolicking kitten filled my mind. It was time; hubby would come to see that once the cute little fluff ball snuggled up to him and purred.

I picked up the phone and called the local Petsmart adoption center. I was in luck, an organization called “Spaying To Save Our Pets” had several cats and kittens up for adoption, but I would have to get there before 1:00 p.m., as they were going to be packed up and taken back to the shelter for the four-day holiday. I took an early lunch and headed up to South Hill to see the kittens. When I arrived there was quite the display of meowing, yowling, tumbling and cuteness.

These cats knew that they were “auditioning” and were hamming it up good. It was almost sensory overload.

My eyes went immediately to an older kitten, about six months old, with long silky black fur and penetrating amber eyes. I knew that my husband and daughter liked very young kittens with short hair, and that hubby would have a fit if I brought home a cat whose fur clashed with our white carpet. My dear husband has what I consider to be an unnatural attraction to vacuuming and takes great pride in making each nap of the carpet stand at attention, spotless and clean. He’d freak out if I brought home a cat with long black fur just waiting for the opportunity                          to shed all over the place. I tried to ignore her and find something interesting, or attractive about the babies and shorthaired cats, but I kept returning to those big amber eyes, that penetrating stare that said, “You want me.”

“It wouldn’t be fair for me to pick the cat I like, just because she looks like a `witchy kitty’; this is a family pet.” I told myself. Kitty had other ideas.

After the other cats and kittens got done making fools of themselves or completely ignoring me, my eyes returned to the black kitty. She calmly sat in her cage, regal and oblivious to the hubbub going on around her. With her head held high and her fluffy tail gracefully circling her perfect little paws, she let out three dignified, soft, throaty mews, then reached her paw out of the cage and put it on my arm as if to say, “You may pick me up and hold me now.” I asked the clerk if she could get the kitten out so that I could hold her and she instantly began to purr and snuggle. I was hooked. When I looked at the tag on her cage, I noticed that her name was “Sabrina,” a fine witch name. She had been brought back earlier that very day.

The adoption center people wanted to make sure that we didn’t have a dog, as she had been returned for “beating up” a Yorkshire Terrier in her previous home. I had to respect a tough kitty and considered myself fortunate to have had the urge to come adopt a cat the same day that this fabulous creature had been brought back in.

She bewitched the rest of the household in short order, and I began to wonder if she would become my familiar. She loved the whole family, but attached herself to me quickly and completely. She could not sleep unless it was on or in my face, and I was not allowed any unauthorized or unsupervised trips to any other room in the house, especially the bathroom. It became apparent that I had acquired a fluffy shadow.

She was attracted to anything magickal, and had a weird thing going with my Witch Barbie’s familiar. She would jump up on the dresser at night and steal her little gray plastic cat, as if to say, “I’m the only familiar in this house and don’t you forget it!” I soon found that she had a collection of sacred items, including one of my rune stones stashed under the altar in our bedroom. It didn’t take her long to earn the nickname “Bad Kitty.” One afternoon I came home from work to find her sitting in the middle of the small Brigid wheel on the living room altar as if to say, “I’m magick.” She somehow managed to jump from the floor, over a circle of seven-inch taper candles, into a space of less than 12 inches, without knocking a single candle out of place. I have no idea how she did that, but she was quite proud of herself.

The first time I cast a circle in her presence, to charge some herbs for witch balls I was making my coven members for Yule, she went crazy (more so than usual), tearing in and out of the bedroom and creating a ruckus. Finally, as she was taking a short breather, I yelled down the hall at her, “If you want to be my familiar, get your furry little butt in here and help, otherwise go harass someone else. I’m busy.” She stuck her nose and tail in the air as if to say, “It’s about time you offered me a proper invitation” and sauntered into the bedroom and sat next to the altar concentrating on my work, only occasionally taking a break to lick herself. Once she was formally recognized, she left Witch Barbie’s kitty alone, as it apparently posed no further threat to her status.

From that point on, it was apparent that I had a certified “energy junkie” on my hands. At our monthly coven meetings, she simply must be in the middle of the circle as it is being cast. She bounced off the walls for three days after “attending” her first circle. She has since learned to ground her excess energy. There is to be no magick in the house without Bad Kitty being in the middle of it. She will only leave a circle if drums are bought out, and only for as long as the noise is going on. She is able to slip in and out of the circle without actually breaking it.

I do a lot of magikal work involving meditation and visualization in the bathtub, as it is the only place in the house that I can get any quiet and privacy. One night, as I was meditating in the tub with my eyes closed, I felt a “furry presence.” Bad Kitty had let herself into the bathroom and was perched on the edge of the tub with her front paws on my shoulder, her face right in mine, and her bushy tail dangling in the herbal water. She and I were sharing breath, and much to my surprise, energy. I could feel that the circle was stronger after she entered it.

Bad Kitty is in transition from silly kitten to serious magikal partner. We spend a bit of time each day working on our physic communication. We play a little game where one of us pictures in our mind’s eye, what we would like the other to do. It works about 85% of the time. She often uses this skill to argue over when and what she’s being fed. When she’s not filling my life with trickster energy, she’s actually helpful magickally. At rituals held in my home, she will often feel and fill an energy gap in the circle. If someone is distracted, uncomfortable or for some other reason is not moving energy as well as they normally would, she sits just behind them as if to fill in the gap. Several of us have felt the circle strengthen when she has done this.

Unfortunately, she is still young, at just over a year old, and definitely has her moments when she’s an unfocused, obnoxious adolescent. I was recently working a seven-day spell for something extremely important, and discovered that she is up for no more than three days in a row of any single working. The first three days, she could sense me getting ready to do the work and enthusiastically supervised my preparations, lent her energy during the actual working and served as guardian. On the fourth day she couldn’t decide if she wanted to be involved or not and grudgingly entered the bathroom with me. On day five I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom with me, thinking, “I started this working with the cat, I should complete it with the cat.” After that, I realized that no familiar is better than a bored familiar and let her off the hook for the rest of the working.

The more we work together, the more I discover how powerful the magikal connection we share really is. I often wonder why I had the overwhelming need for a cat at the exact moment I did. I would like to think of myself as a humanitarian who “rescued” a homeless kitty from a shelter. But we all know that I was merely the pawn of a cat looking for her own “pet witch”.

Special Kitty of the Day for April 15

Frodo, the Cat of the Day
Name: Frodo
Age: Nine months old
Gender: Male
Kind: Cat
Home: Cochrane, Alberta, Canada
This is an adventure, not unlike Lord of the Rings … because this Frodo passed through death as well, only to live, and so the adventure began.

My husband and I decided we were ready to find a new cat, as we lost our beautiful orange boy Puffin in the fall. We traveled to an acreage where we knew there was a litter of kittens with an orange one. We arrived to find the kittens panicked and scared because the previous night their momma and a sibling had met their demise by wild animals. Those remaining kittens had survived by climbing to the highest part of the outdoor cat house they lived in, all the while hearing the terrifying sound of decimation below.

Frodo was the only orange kitten in a litter with two black siblings. We were told that because of his bright color he would be easy pickings for the predators that roamed the acreage. So I eagerly wrapped him in my coat and drove home with our little bundle, knowing he was not only a survivor but an adventurer, so he was aptly named Frodo.

Frodo quickly adjusted to life indoors, although he loves to sit in the window watching the world go by; he loves to climb to the top of our screen door and chases anything that moves, including his big sister Iggy, much to her chagrin. He is a delight every day, making our home lively with the sound of his thundering paws. But at night, when all is quiet, he loves to crawl right under our covers and sleep the night away, knowing he is safe and sound and loved.

Frodo, the Cat of the Day
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The Easter Bunny Even Came To See Our Special Kitty of the Day!

Sarah, the Cat of the Day
Name: Sarah
Age: Three years old
Gender: Female
Kind: Domestic Longhair
Home: Escondido, California, USA
This is Sarah, one of our twelve kitties. She is a scrappy little girl who never hesitates to get into a brawl with our older and larger male cats. She pushes her way to any food dish she feels is hers, which appears to be all of them. It doesn’t matter who else is eating there. We are constantly telling her to mind her manners.

We adopted Sarah from the Bonita Animal Shelter when she was two months old. We had unexpectedly lost a fairly young cat and decided to adopt a new one into our family. We ended up taking two kittens so Sarah would have a younger playmate.

Sarah-de-Bara, as we often call her, listens for the click of the keyboard so she can join me as I go on-line. She is doing it right now! No matter how many times I remove her from my lap (it’s hard to type over a kitty) she will return. When she finally does get up she explores everything on the desktop and in the top drawer that can move. Pencils, flash drives, pieces of paper, paper clips – even a necklace is not safe when Sarah is around. She likes to push them to the ground and waits to see if you will pick them up. Then the game starts all over again. She also loves to climb up the cat pedestal as fast as she can, frequently slamming it into the wall. Afterwards she hangs upside down from the top and puts on her innocent face.

Each morning Sarah waits at the bathroom door for my husband to finish showering. When the door opens she greets him, gets a few pets, and moves on to welcome others. In the evening she likes to sit close by you and will keep meowing until you pet her. If you stop she will pat your hand with her paw and meow until you start again. She also loves to sleep on top of you when you sleep in on weekends.

One of Sarah’s favorite things to do at night is to dash out the door through the dog’s legs as we are letting them in. Then we get busy scouring the trees and bushes in the backyard with a flashlight to catch her. She seems to really enjoy the chase and delights in hiding from us.

Sarah is our little firecracker. We love her spunk and zest for life. We wouldn’t want her any other way. She joins us in wishing every Happy Easter!

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Kozy Kitten of the Day for March 5th

Cookie, the Cat of the Day
Name: Cookie
Age: Three years old
Gender: Male
Kind: Domestic shorthair
Home: Newnan, Georgia, USA
About three and a half years ago, a small, kinda rough-looking little Tuxedo cat appeared in my neighborhood- my roommate and I named her Sophie. Sophie was almost completely feral, wouldn’t let people get near her, but she was very appreciative of the food and fresh water we put out. And, in due course, around late March 2008, Sophie produced a litter of two tiny kittens – a larger black-and-white guy whom you see here, by the name of Cookie, and a much tinier little girl-cat sister, all black except for two

white spots on her chest, whom we named Mookie.

Cookie, even outside as a ‘feral’ kitten, was a sweetheart, you could tell. His Mom would be showing him how to stalk something and he’d lose it in mid-stalk, just get too carried away with being a kitten, and start rolling around on the lawn, while Sophie glared at him. And when we caught him and his little sister, they got nothing but sweeter. (Incidentally, Sophie and all her other kittens, as well as most of her boyfriends, were alleventually caught, fixed, vaccinated and found loving homes.)

Mookie has stayed a petite little girl-kitten, over the last three years- but Cookie grew! Cookie is now a very handsome eighteen-pounder of a tomcat, a big huge bundle of love- his mostly-symmetrical markings make him very handsome, and the crowning touch is the tiny black spot on his white nose and a tiny white firefly tip on his black tail. He’s still a totally friendly, affectionate guy, for being born “feral”- in fact he’s purring in my lap as I write this. We’re very glad Cookie allowed himself to be captured and ‘domesticated’- and he survived the relocation to Georgia from New Jersey without incident. He’s still buds with all the rest of the members of the Pride. One photo shows him sharing a window-seat with Birdie, another, presumably-unrelated feral tuxedo-cat we caught. We hope he stays with us for many, many years to come.

He and I have “cuddle time” every morning when I check Cat of the Day and other sites- he curls in my lap and purrs and kneads and nuzzles- it’s a daily ritual. We’ve always thought he was especially handsome, and really ought to be in commercials or something – he’s smart enough to train, and he’s a beautiful boy, to be sure.

Special Kitty of the Day for February 13th

Lucky, the Cat of the Day
Name: Lucky
Age: Three years old
Gender: Male
Kind: Tabby
Home: Weisbach, Germany
Lucky is a very lovely cat, but three years ago Lucky has a bad time. When he was born, Lucky’s mum had left him and so I gave him potatoes and milk until we could get kitten food. Lucky is grey and black (he looks like a tiger). He loves to play with me, with other cats and to sleep in his basket. When I come home from school, Lucky waits for me and he picks me up from the bus. He is so special because he is simply unique and cuddly.

I love Lucky very much!

Special Kitty of the Day for November 29th

Little Kitty, the Cat of the Day
Name: Little Kitty
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Kind: Tabby Siamese mix
Home: Bailey, North Carolina, USA
Little Kitty (only name he ever answered to, so it stuck) found us about two years ago. He was just sitting outside the house and my son picked him up. He has been with us ever since. We began feeding him and allowed him to remain outside since that was his preference. When it turned cold, I couldn’t leave him outside so that began his wandering in and out. He has always gotten along with my other cats after slowly being introduced to the crew. When we first got him, as you can see, he was young enough so that his mature coloring had not yet fully grown in, so we just know he is somewhere over 2 1/2 years old, but are not sure.Last year, he got out of the house while I was away and had been hit by a car. It took him three days to make it back home. The trip to the vet produced both good and bad news. There was no major damage but he would no longer be able to protect himself properly. He had a broken hip, broken pelvis, multiple broken bones in his foot and damaged claws. He can walk, but he is limited in some activities and can no longer go outside. He was terrified of noises after the accident and would hide at the slightest sound. After much consistency and caution, he is now sitting in the window and only hiding when the offensive vacuum cleaner starts.

He is the most social cat I have ever seen with other cats. He plays with the new kitten and has taken her under his wing. He teaches her everything from the best places to sleep to ‘creatively acquiring’ treats. Helps her hunt, shares his toys and even allows her to play with his tail. He sleeps with the other cats and doesn’t mind at all being used for a pillow by any of them. His favorite places to sleep are my office chair, my spot on the bed, the window and the table I now keep beside my desk. That was the only way I could keep him off my computer!

Although he doesn’t like to be held, he loves to have his belly rubbed, his chin scratched and to be close to me or another cat. I occasionally become a chew toy or pin cushion when he wants something. He’s talkative in a quiet way. Rarely meows, but when he does it is definitely something important! Like opening his window so he can get in it, his empty food dish or that it is time for treats.

His most fascinating personality trait is that he is so protective! He sleeps between me and the door every night. He is usually within sight or within arm’s reach. He gets upset when he thinks that my orange tabby is a little rough with the kitten. Because he is so protective, I was concerned Little Kitty would be upset about the kitten, but he has turned out to be more of a “daddy” than anything else. He has even started fights with my orange tabby over the kitten!

He is loved and he knows it!

Kute, Kuddly Kitty of the Day for Sept. 28th

Coupe, the Cat of the Day
Name: Coupe
Age: Seven years old
Gender: Male
Kind: Maine Coon mix
Home: Sacramento, California, USA
This is our huge cat, Coupe. Coupe’s mother was a pregnant stray that found us back in 2004. She gave birth to six kittens in our bathroom three weeks after we took her in. I wanted to keep one of the kittens (and their mom!) and chose Coupe because he was the only kitten of the six who didn’t scream his head off every time I picked him up. We found very good homes for the other kittens. Our neighbor took two of the kittens and we still see them regularly.

Our vet believes Coupe is part Maine Coon because of his size. He is extremely large and very heavy. He is not a very friendly cat, though. He is scared of just about everything and if he is outside he will viciously attack any dog that gets too close – including our own. He has even attacked me a few times when I’ve made a sudden noise by dropping something or closing a door too hard. My husband thinks Coupe has something mentally wrong with him – and maybe he does – but he’s a very nice cat when he’s calm. He loves to be pet (only his head and neck, though!) and have his shoulders massaged. Coupe has a very odd personality but we love him just the way he is.

Coupe, the Cat of the Day
Coupe, the Cat of the Day

Special Kitty of the Day for Sept. 17th

Frosty, the Cat of the Day
Name: Frosty
Age: Five years old
Gender: Female
Kind: Tuxedo
Home: Raytown, Missouri, USA
Hello! My name is Frosty (formal name is Miss Frosty). My mommy gave me my name because of my white tummy – she says it looked like I walked through frost. She chose me because I’m so very cute. I had a brother, Mittens – we were born in the same litter. We don’t look alike, but he is my brother.When I came to live at my ‘fur’ever home, I met the cat who is my new big brother, Frisky (he’s a gray long haired cat). I love to play as you can see by the toy I’m holding in this picture. I also like to run and play chase with Frisky. Sometimes my mommy calls me a police car. You see, since I’m ‘black and white’ and run really, really fast, she thought that was a cute name for me. When I get tired, I like to curl up in my mommy’s lap. I’m pretty sure she likes it when I do that – I let her pet me and I purr really loud for her. Life is great at our house – there’s lots of love for me and Frisky. I’m so happy my mommy brought me home when I was just a little baby kitty!

Happy Sunday Afternoon All!

Good afternoon, everyone! I hope you are having a great Sunday. After the last couple of days of sadness, I have to admit today was brighter. After I brought the kitten in the house, by the way the kitten’s name is Razputin. For short, he occasionally gets called “Raz.” I have no idea why I named him after a Russian mystic but I did. And it didn’t really dawn on me that Razputin was a mystic till I looked up how to spell the name on Google. Razputin had always fascinated me in history. But when I named the kitten, it just blurted out.

Anyway this morning, I felt something bouncing up and down on me at 6:00 a.m. It was Raz, of course. He is so cute and every time I look at him I smile. But I still miss the other two and see pieces of them in him. But today, he acts like he owns the place. I have made him, his own little bed. He has a set of Stinker’s old ear plugs he is playing with. When my husband would go to work he would bring home a set of ear plugs everyday for Stinker. He would keep them in his lunch box and Stinker figured out how to get in there and get the ear plugs out. But Raz has chased them all over the place. Stinker has stopped hissing at him. Now they are smelling of each other. Raz is still young enough, you can’t tell if he is a boy or girl.  I am betting on a boy, if he is a girl then I will call him “Razzy.” I will have to get something close to his name now because he already knows his name. But I had forgotten how sweet kittens are. I took him once to the litter box to see if he had to use it and ever since he has been running in there by himself. It is amazing how smart he is and how fast he catches on. He was jumping last night because of the noise from the TV. Today he jumped once or twice and I told him it was the TV and he laid down and went back to sleep. Kiki and him had a run in. I was getting ready to run to the store. I looked in the bedroom and they were sitting side by side on the bed. Then all hell broke loose. Raz made a drive for her paw playing and she run him off the bed. He got up on the chest at the end of the bed and just sit and looked at her. He wants to be friends with them so bad. It breaks my heart when I stop to think about the poor little thing having no one. Just depending on the mercy of the world, I got to thinking it is a good thing their mother made their home here. It just made me think how cruel the world can be, especially nature. All three of those little kittens should be outside right now, playing not having a care in the world. Running to momma to clean them up or feed them. But unfortunately fate didn’t have that in store for them. Just a harsh reminder how quickly life can be snuffed out. Don’t take your love ones for granted. Tell them everyday you love them.

*I need to re-phrase myself before you all think I am a total idoit, lol (that might not be funny!). What I meant about naming the kitten Razputin and being fascinating with him in history. But not knowing until now he was a mystic. I totally misspoke. I knew Razputin was a mystic from history but it just dawned on me that I had named a kitten after a great mystic. I hope I made that clear, lol!*

Happy Saturday to all my Readers!


I hope everyone is having a great weekend. I am so sorry I am running late today. Today is not really a good day for me at all. I have been crying off and on since yesterday afternoon. I had a real good tear jerker this morning and then I took a nap. I know someone once said I whined alot. Today that person would be right. I know everyone knows I had three wildcats. I also had three little precious kittens and a mother cat. I went out yesterday morning and I generally holler, “where are my babies?” and the kittens come a running. I feed them, pet them and love the devil out of them. When I went outside yesterday to feed them, I hollered and nothing came. My pentagram flipped over. I knew them something was horribly wrong. I walked around the porch and I saw where the lattice had been crashed thru. This is where the momma cat and kittens stayed. There was nothing there except fur, fur everywhere. I started to cry. Then I got up and walked around the porch and found one of the wildcats dead. This like to have killed me. I picked him up and cried and cried. Then I heard a faint cry. I got up to find it. It was one of the other wildcats and he was hurt. Something had tried to kill him by get at his jugular vein. He had bites all over him. I called the vet and I rushed him to the vet. The vet did emergency surgery on him and he is going to be fine. The other wildcat I checked out before we left. He was in the barn covered in blood. I washed him off and he was all right. I have one little kitten left and two wildcats. We were talking to some of our neighbors and they have had animals that are being killed too. They decided that late in the afternoons they were going hunting. In the late afternoon is when the coyotes and the coyodogs are most active. I know I probably didn’t spell coyodog right. A coyodog is an animal that mother or father was a dog and the mother or father was a coyote.  This animals are meaner than a coyote. These creatures will attack humans and anything else that sticks its head out.

The poor little kitten that managed to escape the killings, I found him yesterday afternoon. I had walked these grounds and hollered for him. Nothing! Then late yesterday, I got the idea to get a can of food and pop the top. I popped the top and here he came. He wasn’t running, he was staggering and looked very dazed. I picked him up and brought him in the house. I believe the poor kitten was in shock. Today he is doing much better. He is took up with me in my bedroom. My husband says he looks like my other cat. I don’t see it but he does. I want to keep him but my husband doesn’t want anymore cat after Stinker is gone. But I honestly believe he is leaning toward me keeping him. At least, I know he will make his mind up that way, lol! But I just wanted to tell you why it is not a good day for me. I have lost two momma cats, two kittens and a wildcat. It is a very sad day for me.

I am going to post spells today. Something I don’t never seem to have time to do during the week day. If some of them turn out to be geared toward the nasty side, now you know why.

I love you all and have a very blessed weekend,

Lady A

 

Happy Sunday My Blog Friends!

Good Sunday Morning, my friends! I hope everyone is having a wonderful Sunday. Mine, I haven’t been up that long. I stayed up late last night playing with all my critters. It turned off cold here and I was putting on my long johns and a jacket. My husband came through and started to ask me, “where I was going?” But he stopped in mid-sentence and said, “never mind you are going to play with the critters.” He’s good, lol! I look like a pack mule taking all the bags of food outside. Anyway got all the “hogs” fed. I was leaned up against the porch and the old, old, mean wildcat walked over to me and just sit down. I started loving him and he just ate it up. I had a strange thought while I was rubbing his belly and tickling under his ear. I was the first person to ever do this. I had a tie that goes to my house coat. I pulled it out and started dangling it over him. He started smacking at it and playing like a young kitten. Another reason I am amazed at him, he is old and he has battle scars from all the battles he has fought. And yet, he has enough kitten in him he wants to play and be loved. Animals are truly a gift from the Goddess.

While I was sitting outside last night with my critters, the people who had stolen two of the kittens came home. I didn’t think nothing about it. I just don’t care if I ever speak to them again. Anyway back to the story, their daughter came running out of the garage screaming and crying. Well of course I had to sit up and take notice. Well the kid was on the porch crying, here came Momma and let her in. Then here comes Momma back to the garage. She was chewing her husband out so bad, I am surprised y’all didn’t hear her. What had happened was the kittens are big enough to get out of whatever they have them in. Old Pop’s there ran over one of them in their garage. It made me so angry. They stole something that was never meant to be there and the poor kittens are the one to have to suffer for it. I have thought on it and thought on it, the minute they all get in the car and go somewhere. I am going to the local kitten shoppe. I told my hubby what had happened. He was surprised and angier than I imagined he would be. He told me not to go over there by myself. He is going with me.  May I look at thing differently from others but those kittens should never had to suffer because of those people. I told hubby when we first moved out here I liked them. But now it’s a different story (and it has nothing to do with the kitten incident either).  They act like they are entitled to whatever they want. They don’t care if it belongs to someone or not, if they want they should have it. I don’t know if you know of any people like that are not. I know one thing, they test your patience. My poor patience have been stretched to their limit.

Well I guess I better run for now. I hope everyone has a great day and thank you for listening me to vent. Hopefully I won’t have to do that very often. But I have to admit I feel better now. While I got this warm and fuzzy feeling going on, I am going to run……..

Lady A