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The Dragonfly

Two months ago today I ran into this dude on my porch…

Hope

I have NEVER seen a dragonfly up close and personal before.

To be honest, this dragonfly scared the BLEEP out of me when I accidentally and unexpectedly came face to face with him on my porch.

“It happened to be” the morning that I was to take Mozzie (my cat) to the emergency vet for a sonogram.

I thought for sure the sonogram would show that Mozzie did not have much time left to live, he was skin and bones and miserable.

I told the big man, aka God, don’t mess with me.  You are trying to make me hopeful when I am pretty sure this is the end.  Please do not lie to me.

But still, I looked up the symbolism of the dragonfly when I came in and read this…When the dragonfly shows up in your life, it may remind you to bring a bit more lightness and joy into your life.

It turns out the “dragonfly” was correct.

And to date, with medicine, my little man Mozzie is OK.

This really was one of those, did that really happen, wow moments.

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Vacationing with Mozzie

Have you ever had a moment when after seeing someone day in and day out you suddenly see them in a different light and think – Holy cow! You have lost a lot of weight!!  Or Holy cow!  You have gained a lot of weight!!

That happened to me on Monday with my cat Mozzie.

He loves attention. At least from me.  I scratch under his chin, behind his ears and the scruff of his neck often because he really enjoys it.

But Monday, I was standing over him so I rubbed both my hands down the sides of his body to give him full body love and I felt his ribs and thought, HOLY BLEEP!  What the bleep is wrong?!  Why are you so damn skinny??

Over the weekend he had gotten sick a couple of times and had diarrhea 3 mornings in a row.  I thought he had eaten something and would be ok once it passed.

Why did I think that?

Let me show you some exhibits of his handy work when I am not home….

He nailed it! And by that I mean Mozzie has successful chewed on the corners of ALL the window frames in the apartment.  He is not a slacker.

Next on his chewing list, he hit the kitchen! Marked the kitchen cabinets as no match for him.

Then he got bored over time and moved on to my furniture. He is worse than a dog! I never see it going down, I just get to admire the results.

This is one of Mozzie’s favorite cat toys. I should know because I have bought at least 20 of them over time because….well, please see next photo

And this would be the same said toy one day later. At $4.99 a pop, Mozzie has a very expensive habit!

But Monday freaked me out because I had not noticed that he was losing weight, and he wasn’t acting really sick or lethargic until Monday.

I went to work, got some things done and was going to leave after the receptionist had lunch, but one of my bosses told me to go home right then and take Mozzie to the vet.

I was so grateful because I was upset, both about Mozzie’s health and my own.  I had received a message that same morning from my doctor that I needed to come back in soon because there were irregularities with my mammogram.

That on top of having poor result with my physical recently, well let’s just say that the only thing I have got going in my favor right about now is my teeth.  I at least passed that exam with flying colors!

Four years ago I was working for a different CPA firm.  One night during tax season I came home and realized that my cat Caesar’s breathing was labored so I rushed him to the vet.  Five hours later, after he and I next rush to an emergency vet, the most unexpected thing happened, he passed away.

That was very traumatic for me.  He and I were very close and we went through a lot together.  I cried so much that my eyes were practically swollen shut.

I went to work the next day since it was tax season and I was pretty much a key figure in getting the returns out the door, amongst other things.  I looked like absolute crap, and no amount of make-up could even begin to hide my swollen eyes.

One of my bosses at the time, who was also one of the owners of the firm, sat down with me and said, “If my dog just died, I sure as hell would not be here! I’d probably be at a bar drowning my sorrows.  Nonetheless, I would not be here.”

It made me feel better at the time.  But since I only had Caesar and he was gone, the very last place I wanted to be was at home, a home that had suddenly become so empty without warning.

So when I noticed “out of the blue” that something was wrong with Mozzie, he became my primary focus.  I have gladly spent some of my vacation time to be able to care for him and watch him carefully.  I do not want to repeat of what happened to me before.

The vet gave him several injections to re-hydrate him, to stop the vomiting and the diarrhea, and I have medicine I am giving him daily.  On a separate day I took in a stool sample and the results came back negative, which is good.

He’s an indoor cat, so it has to be something he ate or something within his own body that is not functioning properly.

He seems to be feeling a little bit better.  He’s eating (food, not wooden house fixtures or toys), he’s going to the bathroom normally, he’s not throwing up, and he is playing with Kennedy some more.

So we are hanging today.  He and Kennedy have been enjoying the sun…..

Chilling

Sunbathing

And if he shows any signs of not feeling well, back to the vet we will go for the next exploratory step.

At this rate, between checking on his health and my own, I am dropping about $250 every other day.

If something needs to be done, I will do it because health is more important than money.

But since I am footing the bill, I’d like to slow it down and take a more cautious yet pro-active ready to move forward at a moment’s notice type of approach.

Like I said right now he seems good, and I am going to relax a little bit today too, since you know, we are on vacation…..

My Little Monster, I mean My Little Mozzie.

Mozzie Snoozing

Cat Nap for Kennedy

Kennedy Snoozing and Happy as a Lark


A Simply Truth About Me

If I wake up and do not have coffee in the house, I will go without until I get to work.

If I wake up and do not have creamer, I will take that coffee black thank you.

If I run out of toilet paper, I will use napkins in the meantime.

If I do not have margarita mix in the evening, I will forgo my nightly margarita.

If I only have very small pieces of my soap bar left, although I will seriously consider using my hand soap dispenser, I will eventually make do with my very small pieces of the soap bar.

If there is only a spit of shampoo or conditioner left, I will add water and shake vigorously to get on with my shower.

If I come home and have nothing to make for dinner, I will turn my back up can of black beans on top of rice with cheddar cheese and consider it a feast.

BUT.

If I wake up and do not have the morning can of fancy feast wet cat food for my cats to split, you will find me at the grocery store as early as 5:00 am buying said wet cat food.

True story.

Happens all the time.

Most recently, this morning.

But hey, they are happy and I feel accomplished! hahaha

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For The Love of God, Every Breath You Take!!

Although I love the song Every Breath You Take by The Police, mama is getting ready to call the real police.

I finally solved a mystery that has been puzzling me for some time now.

I was woken up by my cats this morning at 2:30 am.

That is not unusual.  That is par for the course.

I normally get to go back to sleep within 15 minutes of petting.

And then I heard it.

The dude upstairs was on the move.

Either he is a really large guy or he is very heavy footed.

On a positive note, I take great care in being oh so quiet when the building is asleep as to not disturb my downstairs neighbors.  See.  I can take lemons and make lemonade!

Anyway, I hear him on the move, roll my eyes and begin breathing deeply and slowing thinking I can calm my way back to sleep.

After about 15 minutes I hear it.

Unbelievable, the dude either turned on his TV or music because I hear a rhythmic bass or treble or something on a continuous loop!

How effing rude can you be?

This has happened before too, always in the late, late hours of the night or if you prefer, the early earliest of hours in the morning.

He must travel, because it only happens in stints, brief periods of time and not 24/7.

I cannot tell you how many times I have had to stop myself from marching upstairs and banging on his door and giving him a piece of my mind for being so rude and thoughtless.

Well guess what mama figured out as she was breathing deeply and slowing thinking I could calm my way back to sleep?

That is not music or the TV, he is freaking SNORING!

Holy crap! What in the hell am I supposed to do with that?

I was sleeping on my couch because you can do that when you are an adult and single.

Well home boy, and yes he must be a HE with that kind of snoring, must not have been able to sleep and moved to his couch because he is an adult too, and now he is obviously sleeping soundly when I AM NOT.

Every breath he takes makes me want to walk up there and punch him.

I am not in a relationship.  I shouldn’t have to deal with this!

And if I was in a relationship with someone who snored, the first snore and it would have been over.  I like my sleep.

I know people who are married to snorers.  And I think and have said, for the love of God, didn’t you know about this early on and how on earth could you have signed up for this life sentence on purpose? hahaha

Hold up, dude must be awake because the snoring stopped.

Oh never mind.  False alarm.

How on earth I can hear him snoring I do not know.  I have occasionally been woken up by an iPhone alarm thinking, that is strange, I don’t remember setting my alarm.

I didn’t.  It was his alarm.

Outside of these two things in the dead of night or early, early morning, I hear absolutely nothing.

No convos, no showers, no nothing.

Well I do hear him walking, but outside of THOSE three things, I hear nothing.

Now that I know what is going on, I will not call the police.

I am seriously thinking about moving though. hahaha

So I am up.  Now what?

I could exercise.  I could ride my Harley.  I could go grocery shopping.

I could…I really think it would be best if I leave my house for a little while before the police come to pick me up for smothering someone!!! hahaha

snore

Happy Halloween People!

I certainly hope this was my trick for the day.


They Have An App For That!

Yesterday was a very sad, sad day for me.

I was FitBitless.

I had officially finally lost my FitBit.

And I was on a roll too in my FitBit group weekly challenge!

I was in the lead and had been pretty active since Sunday – 5 miles, 6 miles, 7 miles, 5 miles and then Thursday – zip, zilch, nada, and so sad lady go home.

Losing a FitBit is like losing a helpful and challenging friend, so, so disappointing.

It happened to two friends of mine this past year, but it could never happen to me.

Or so I thought.

Yesterday I felt naked. No FitBit to wear, my first day since June 22, 2015 going commando.

I was going to share that statement with someone yesterday and then thought better of it, saying naked in front of someone you don’t know all that well is, um, awkward.

But we are all friends here so – naked, naked, and NAKED! hahaha

I am only in a good mood because I found my FitBit safe and sound this morning.

And I only found it safe and sound and sooner because one of my FitBit group friends said – Hey, they have an app for that.

I learned something extremely important from this experience.

It is such a GREAT idea to have younger friends.

I was all prepared to buy a new FitBit.

So guess what I found out?

There really is an app out there to find lost FitBits!

In fact, there are several.

I googled (because Google is my very bested friend in the whole wide world, after my FitBit and iPods) – What app will help me find my lost FitBit?

I found two, both of which had 5 star ratings.

Really first I found one, paid $4.99 for it and began combing my house following a beep beep beeping signal on my phone.

It was a lot like a game of Hot or Cold.

You are hot (getting closer), hot, HOOOOT – totally cold and way off base lady.

My cats were following me around as I was following around my phone with its beep, beep, beeping.

After about 30 minutes and tearing up my house at the slightest of beeps I was getting frustrated (understatement).

Now I knew the FitBit was in my house from the get go, so that made it even more frustrating (again, very understated).

When I am in bed and falling asleep and realize that I still have it on and am too lazy to get up and put it in my purse (so my cat Mozzie doesn’t eat it), I take it off and tuck it under my pillow.

I turned over couches, shook the tar out of every blanket I could find, looked under every piece of furniture in case Mozzie had indeed found it and dragged it off somewhere and I still came up empty.

I became angry and found myself thinking – Those 5 star raters are LIARS!!!

I sat back down at my computer and hit up my pal Google again to help me find another app.

This was the apps last chance. If this didn’t work I was going to buy a new FitBit!

The second app again had 5 star ratings, and even better, it was free.

I was going to be so pissed off if this free app found my FitBit and the one I paid cold hard cash for didn’t.

The first app had me focused on my living room, that’s where I feel asleep when I lost it.

But the second app was fonder of my bedroom.

The second app didn’t beep; it had a signal bar to indicate when you were close. The more bars you saw the closer you were.

Another round of Hot or Cold ensued.

This time I tore my bed apart, shaking out blankets, tossing pillows everywhere and nothing. Rats (understatement). Empty handed again!

But then I got a brilliant idea to toggle between the two apps, using them both and TAA DAA – I found my FitBit!!

I had tucked my FitBit INTO my pillow case.

I don’t remember doing that. I usually tuck it UNDER my pillow.

I would have found my FitBit this weekend when I did the laundry, but $5 and one less day FitBitless was worth it.

So long story short, it took me an hour and it was quite frustrating (by this point, so understated that it is mind-boggling) BUT I did not waste the $5 I spent on the first app and my friend saved me from spending $100!

All in all, it has been a pretty good morning.

Oh, and I am in second place FitBit group weekly challenge wise so I still have a chance to win by the end of today even with having logged zip, zilch, nada, and so sad lady go home steps yesterday!

Who’s your mama?

Me.

And they have an app for that!

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Tuesday, February 24th

Tuesday, February 24th, 2014, my little man Caesar unexpectedly passed away.

I came home from work, noticed that he was having trouble breathing and rushed him to the vet.

They took x-rays and the experience scared him so badly that they had to put him on oxygen to keep him breathing.

I rushed him across town to an emergency vet hospital and four hours after arriving home from work, what I thought was a normal day, my little man was gone.

That was one of the worse days of my life.

Tuesday, February 24th, 2015, my guardian who cared for me during my high school and college years will be laid to rest.

She was a wonderful and giving woman, and she was strong, both physically and mentally.

She had a garden that she loved so much, flowers and vegetables galore.

And when I say garden, I really mean a small farm out back that she took care of all by herself, by choice.

She was 50 years older than me, and even back in high school, she could out last me physically and stamina wise.

I remember thinking ~ I want to be like her when I get older ~ full of life, strong, capable with an ‘I do it myself and not going to have it any other way’ mentality.

She lived in her own home with her niece until about a year or so ago, and then she moved in with her daughter.

She outlived her brother and sister by many years, both of which lived on the same street as her, they were two of her three neighbors.

She was a very resilient woman.

I was there for her when her husband passed away. She had cared for him many years after he had a stroke, so when he passed away it was very life changing for her.

And she was there for me when my step-mother passed away, a very life changing event for me too.

I think that is when we bonded most, because both deaths happened around the same time.

She lived to be 94, which is pretty awesome in my book.

I am very sad that she is gone, and I am very disappointed that I didn’t make it down one last time to see her.

Over the last couple of years I have had a couple of challenging changes going on in my life as well, and the opportunity to see her again unknowingly slipped by.

She gave me one of the best compliments ever, her gift to me.

She told my grandmother, and both she and my mom remind me of it often, especially when I need a lift.

She said ~ If someone cannot get along with Lisa, well then, there is something wrong with them.

I have only been to a few funerals. I can count them on half of one hand.

It is going to be very hard to see this strong woman lying there lifeless, and me not being able to talk with her one last time.

Tuesday, February 24th, 2015 is going to be an emotional day.

I hope Tuesday, February 24th, 2016 will bring a different kind of life affirming gift.

Please don’t take today or tomorrow for granted.

I know I won’t.

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Getting a Cat to Be More Affectionate

Why yes, that is what I have spent my morning doing…researching how to help my cat Kennedy enjoy being cuddled and loved on, and how to build a stronger bond with her.

This is new territory for me.

My cat Caesar who passed away last February was all about the tight bond, he even slept right next to me each night all stretched out like a little person.

I still miss him very much.

However, there is hope for Kennedy.

She is semi-affectionate, that is when she wants to be.

She does at least sleep in the same room with me, although we can’t be touching or else she feels the need to leave.

Usually she sleeps somewhere above me, so she can be the queen on the scene.

She has more toys than any cat should, but we get our money’s worth because she does play with them to the point of them becoming all ratty.

Now one article suggested that I scoop her up in a blanket, head covered and all, so she can experience feeling warm and safe and associate good things with being held while I talk to her softly.

Hold on a sec.  I am going to go try that.

Ok, one blanket has been shredded and I do believe I will have a scar over my right eye once this huge gash heals.

Just kidding.  I haven’t tried that technique.  Yet.

There is also the getting her to like me by feeding her small bits of raw 100% organic pasture raised beef.  I found this technique on youtube and saw with my own two eyes the results.

However if I go that route, number one, she’ll be eating better than me and number two, I need to check with my vet on that one first.  I don’t want to accidentally poison her just trying to get her to like me more.  That seems counterproductive.

Now I am going to go out today and buy her a few treats and use those to entice her to come hang a little closer for a little longer.  I see potential in this technique.

I’ll play with her more, and sit down in the floor more often and let her come to me for petting when and if she wants.  I’ve been practicing this morning and it is working. 

And who knows, maybe I’ll master the art of getting a cat, in specific Kennedy, to be more affectionate.

Like I said, she has potential….

Kennedy Chillin

Kennedy Chillin

 

Miss Kennedy

Miss Kennedy


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