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JUST RIGHT

Written by Captain Mary on Monday, July 08, 2013

How do you know when something is just right? Well, I imagine it is the feeling you get deep inside your soul. I have always thought that living in the Bahamas would be my ultimate destination for my retirement, or sooner if possible. The thought of it has stepped back into my mind lately and I havn't really thought about it until my son took me on vacation to Paradise Island, Bahamas.
As soon as I walked out the doors of the airport after a 35 minute flight, the smell of the air, the smiles on faces, everything inside of me just relaxed so that I could take it all in.

Now, I can't get that smell out of my brain. The beautiful waters and smell of the ocean, like being put in a dream that felt so real I never wanted to wake up. It wasn't a dream though, it was me standing in the pink sands of another country, a country that called to me for years and is still calling me. This trip was yet another confirmation that I have selected the right place.
Atlantis is a bit of a tourist location, yet still finding the local places isn't so difficult to do. We always seem to attract the local people, I don't know exactly why, maybe it is the look on our faces, it shows all the way to our core how much we are enjoying our little place under the sun.
My son and my grandchildren get that same look, as if something deep in our soul has be revised, and brought the best of us out.
Even though there is quite a lot of people, it seemed we got lucky the first four days of our vacation, we had most of the place to ourselves. Our days were spent walking the beautiful grounds of Atlantis and watching the enormous amounts of marine creatures all around us. The food was delicious and the pools were like magic waters, nourishing our bodies and the sun carresing our skin as if the ancient Gods had planned it that way. The theapudic environment can take the evil out of anyone.
So much to do on our days that by the fall of the sun we were exhausted, but still had time for a little adult entertainment.
 Can you imagine putting your camera and belongings on a lawn chair and going away for most of the day to return and find everything untouched. A feeling that you are safe and the people are always watching out for you, because they care. Who wouldn't want to live that way, even amoungst all the crowds of people I felt safe and without a care in the world.

I seized every moment of this vacation to re-boot my system and enjoyed each second as if were my last. We had so much fun, we did so much and yet never enough. The kids enjoyed a day with the dolphins on Blue Lagoon Island, a 20 minute boat ride from Paradise Island. They got to touch and love these creatures, which are my favorite animal. I actually think that in a previous life I lived among them. One dolphin was very interested in me when I first arrived, he posed for me until I was moved off the platform.

I am convinced that the Bahamas is where I want to be. To be in a place without prejudice and government interferance, a place to live life like a human and not property used to generate income for the fat cats in politics. A place where people help their fellow man, without being asked, because it is the right thing to do. A life of smiles and sunshine, the perfect combination to easy living. A way of life that is "Just Right"!


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KRITTER KAMP IS FULL THIS WEEKEND

Written by Captain Mary on Friday, January 11, 2013




Oh how I love my kids, I must! They are all off paddling on the Peace River while I stay home with all my grand dogs. Hanna, the Shepard: Barclay, the springer spaniel: Alley, the Shepard, husky mix: plus my two. I would say Kamp is full.

I was busy at work while Hanna and Alley were dropped off at my house, after work I went and picked up Barclay. I was pretty slick and came in the back door, so I didn't have any run aways. I left Barclay outside, so that the animal interaction was minimal, Bogey and Kiwi were safely locked away in my bedroom.

Much to my surprise I walked in to a major disaster, food bowl knocked over and food all over, mixed with dog pee pee. Alley is just a puppy and I guess she just couldn't hold it. That wasn't all, there were toys all over the place as if the toy box exploded. They were happy to see someone who was going to open the door to the great outdoors. I really couldn't get mad, I think I even giggled a bit, that was after I cleaned up all the pee pee. And thank goodness my delivery of orange oil came, the perfect time for a strong smelling deodorant cleaner and I can eat it if I want.

After a mere five hours Barclay and Alley finally laid down, poor Hanna planted by the front door awaiting her family's return. Kiwi was the one who was relentlessly picked on. Bogey, on the other hand got a few good bites in on ankles, enough to let them know who the boss was. I don't know what Jason is going to do with Barclay, he humps everything, he just hasn't figured out the right end of the dog to hump. Poor Alley is literally getting head. My feet are a sticky mess from all the drool and the smell of dog is so strong I can't smell the odor of cigarettes. I anticipated as much and this morning I picked up half a dozen odor absorbers. So far so good, I just hope that all the dogs leave me a little room in bed for sleep. Not that I let them, but Barclay always sneaks in and I don't know a thing about Alley, except she is funny looking.

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WILD CAT BLUES

Written by Captain Mary on Monday, December 24, 2012

It was a regular pet sitting gig, so I thought. After working for over 10 years at this particular home I was asked if I could pet sit three kitties. One of the kitties is a yellow tabby, very old, perhaps over 18. I thought in my head "How hard could this be?" The old kitty, Wigloff, has diabetes and needs an insulin injection daily. The owner showed me how to do this procedure, and it seemed so simple.

The first day of the gig has arrived, with numerous instructions and duties I began my rounds. First watering the plants and checking for mail, packages and such. Next is cleaning the liter box and feeding the kitties. Placing water glasses and bowls all over the house while looking for the illusive Wigloff, whose is always hiding. He was standing in the door way of the office I simply picked him up, brought him to where I had prepared his injection and the job was done. Spending some time with the other cats petting and talking to them.

The next day was not as simple, but did the job. The third day, Wigloff had turned into a Wildcat. Searching for him was always the first task, found him in the closet and when I reached for him, he began to hiss and growl. I thought it was more bark than bite, because he was an old boy. Never one of the friendliest cats, but should be manageable. Much to my surprise, the cat lunged at me and bit the heck out of me. I couldn't give up on him, he needed his injection.

As the days went by, Wigloff became more and more vicious. I had to secure some thick leather gloves to protect my hands. I soon found out that the gloves would not be enough. My hands were safe for awhile, but my arms were shredded and bleeding. I couldn't help thinking that I was dealing with a bobcat or cougar. By now grabbing the cat had to be timed perfectly, because I only had so much blood to spare. Now, the cat had decided he was a crocodile and did the death roll. Finding a way to give Wigloff his much needed injection had become a life and death procedure, and it was my life I was worried about. It had become almost impossible to give Wig his injection. After wrestling with the cat, with leather gloves and long sleeves on, I took a deep breath. I took off my gloves over the kitchen counter and blooded poured out, I could only burst into tears and began shaking.

Shaking and tears running down my cheeks I could only think that no amount of money is worth the pain I am in to give an injection to a cat, who clearly doesn't want it. After trying virtually everything I could think of, I left the house completely defeated and horrified that something would happen to Wigloff due to the pure stress of the whole ordeal.

I went home thinking that the only thing I could do is to take Wigloff to the vet and let them deal with the cat. But, then I had not done the job that I was hired to do. The next morning I woke with a an idea in my head that could save the cat and myself from injury and stress. How about a net! I can't wait to try it out.

I was expecting the death roll once the cat hit the net and a tangled mess, but I thought it would definitely save my now swollen and infected hands. I brought with me my grandsons to aid in this now very scary, difficult task. I sent the boys to search for Wigloff while I performed my other numerous duties. Now, net in hand and heading to where the wildcat was hiding, I simply slipped the net over Wigloff and he remained motionless, which allowed me to give him his injection without event. A sigh of relief overcame me, for now the feeling of defeat has lifted and I felt like my job can now be done without risking injuries to myself and Wigloff. Wig, didn't know how close he came to spending the rest of the time locked in a kennel at the vets office. The ordeal over, the still growling kitty simply walked away after I lifted the net.

This is one smart kitty cat, I still can't help thinking he is going to wise up the net theory and find a way to tear me to shreds again. Still 8 days left to my grueling punishment I arrive thinking what way will the cat find to defeat me. This has become much more than a pet sitting gig at this point, it has become a challenge to complete a task with a wild animal. It is so much like entering the jungle with only me and the lion, and my survival depends on how I out smart the vicious feline.

More time passed and the smart kitty, became harder and harder to capture in the net, he hid in places that didn't allow me to make an easy netting. Once I got the net over Wig he became wild as they get, his little arms sticking out of the holes in the net, wanting to get a piece of me. Still avoiding damage to myself, I had to add a towel over his head to keep him calm until I was able to touch him without a vicious attack. I must admit I leave the house now with a feeling of satisfaction. Wig is eating well and definitely in good health. As I write now, there is only 1 more day left to my mission. Normally I think of pet sitting as easy money, but this time I have met my match.

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KNOWING YOUR CHILD LOVES YOU

Written by Captain Mary on Wednesday, June 27, 2012




 
Bogey


 
Kiwi


 Today, a usual day. Except that I was getting some much needed home repairs done. I enlisted my daughter and her beloved to do the job. They unlocked the gate to get supplies in and neglected to shut the gate behind them. Really no big deal.

Upon checking up on my dogs my daughter noticed that she could not locate my precious little Bogey. She began calling for Bogey and nothing, then Monica began to panic. She got the neighbor involved in the search and Jeff, her boyfriend got in his truck, off they went to locate the missing mutt. Bogey was no where to be found, by then I had pulled up to my house and found sitting, hystericly crying was my beautiful daughter. That is when I found out that she thought she had lost my little man.

I knew that Bogey has never run off, he just doesn't find the need to travel, but he does love to hide. Monica said that she had looked all through the house and he never came when called. Bogey has a bad habit of staying very quiet when he doesn't want to be found. Poor Monica and Jeff had searched the neighborhood, shouting, which alerted some neighbors that proceeded to call the police. Now with the police driving around the neighboorhood, there isn't a chance that Bogey would be lost.

After trying to calm Monica down, I realised that she was so upset because she thought it would break my heart if Bogey was lost. It would, but what broke my heart is to see my beautiful daughter so distroyed. Did she think that she wasn't more important than Bogey. Not a chance!



My Monica did all this for me, 45 minutes of complete hysterics and guess where Bogey was! He certainly didn't stay outdoors, he was tucked under my desk, completely silent, so that no one would make him go outside. The look of relief on Monica's face when I brought the little hideaway out, was one of ultimate relief, and a bit of anger toward little Bogey. All is well and I bet the next time there is work done around the house the dogs will be in lock down.

I must admit I was glad to see him safe as well. The best part was to see Monica smile again and Jeff was happy that Monica was happy. Because if Mama isn't happy no one is happy. 
                                                                                                                           



Bad Bogey



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My Memorial Day

Written by Captain Mary on Tuesday, May 29, 2012

I know that it is a celebrated holiday and a time to remember. I now have an extra reason to remember Memorial Day. A very faithful friend of mine has passed away, early on this holiday of remembrance. This friend was my long loved dog, "Baby".

I recall the early days, I was burglarized in 2000 and talked with the police about protection. There was many robberies in my neighborhood, with some victims having burglar alarms. The police said that the only reliable protection is a dog. Of course, that doesn't mean you wont get robbed, but it helps. Anyway, I talked with my brother, who had a friend who had to get rid of their dog, because they were moving to a house that they could not take the dog. He was a big black Bull Mastiff, the only problem was that I had to take on another dog with him. Her name was "Baby", she was a stray that they could not leave behind. Baby, was a wonderful dog, young and a bit wild. For years she was an escape artist, Baby would take every opportunity to dash out the door or gate, literally knocking anyone down who was in the way.

At first me and my family would chase after her, after awhile we got sick of chasing her and just gave up. We found that after no more than 10 minutes she would return, panting and wanting to come in. I would let her in and she would proceed to the fish pond to cool off her feet from her run. This went on for years. Baby, as near as we could figure was a mix of Portuguese water dog and Labrador. So much energy, she loved everyone who came in contact with her, not really a good watch dog but a great companion.

About 6 years ago her faithful friend the Bull Mastiff, Scooby passed away at 10 years old, all the attention went to Baby for awhile until I got her a new friend Bogey. Baby was much more attached to the cats by then, and they would sleep with her like they were her babies. Never really certain how old she was, I can only estimate, between 13 and 15 years old. She had a wonderful life full of play time and surrounded by lots of children. Baby was a great hunter too, I saw her once catch a rat in mid air, she had the rat cornered and it jumped to get away. But, Baby was ready and she leaped into the air and caught it, that was the end of rats in my yard. Baby had many things that would drive me crazy too, back a few years ago I loved to garden, I had my vegetables mixed among my landscape, until I found that Baby loved vegetables, she ate tomatoes, broccoli, string beans and avocados. Her appetite for my garden was so huge she reduced my crop so much that I had to fence the garden, somehow she managed to get her paws in enough to grab a few tomatoes and green beans in spite of the fence.

After many years she stopped running away, just ran out of energy to do so, but it hasn't been that many years. The last year her vision and hearing became impaired, just as any other senior, but still wagging her tail anytime she had an opportunity to get some loving.

This weekend I made her a nice meal with chicken soup as I did sometimes, a bit a treat for the old girl. She was having problems getting up, I helped her up and let her out to go potty, she laid down in her favorite place to go to sleep and in the morning she had passed on to the other side. I know that she is now running and playing with all the other pets that I have had, where she awaits me. I can see her sitting there with tail wagging, and giving me her paw for a treat. I will always remember her as each Memorial Day comes.

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UPDATE ON DOG PACK

Written by Captain Mary on Tuesday, March 27, 2012

I thought that I would like to issue an update to a previous post DOG PACKS AND THE HORROR, as I mention previously that I had called 311, Animal services. My report to animal services had left me with some confusion, usually they ask if I would like to leave my name. I asked several times if they would like my information, but the lady was very instant that she did not want it. It seemed curious to me.

I drove by the house on Sunday to see if anything had been done, right away I noticed that the dog that was previously in the front yard was missing. As I continued to look, I also noticed that the gate to the back yard was open, I could see partially into the back yard where I noticed large kennels empty. I drove by the house once more, thinking that maybe they were just moved temporarily, again all I can see is empty kennels.

I can only surmise that they took my complaint serious, or perhaps that had already had complaints. Maybe animal services inspection revealed more than I could see from the front yard. It seemed to me that the dog out front was unusually vicious for a pet. Perhaps the dogs were being raised for fighting. We never know what could be lurking right beyond our view. What ever it was I am so glad that it is over. I do know one thing for certain the dogs roaming the street that night could not have been an accidental release. Since the dog were in private pens, separated by separate fences. What is the odds of them all escaping at the same time?

My curiosity about what was done leads me to investigate further what happened at the house of the dog pack. I made the call to Animal services for the follow up and they didn't find an animals around. Perhaps when the man saw me outside that night, with my cat he realized that he was in trouble and removed the animals knowing how much trouble they would bring him.

What ever happened to the dogs is a mystery, all I know is that they are gone and I don't have to worry about the rest of my colony being torn apart by a pack of dogs. I haven't been able to sleep since it happened, perhaps now I can have some peace of mind

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DOG PACKS AND THE HORROR

Written by Captain Mary on Saturday, March 24, 2012

I have a soft spot for cats, belonging to the cat network I make certain that the cats that make their way to my home, get fixed and fed. My neighbor is a big help, he too has adopted some of them and we keep them fed and healthy together. I am greeted each day with their warm caress and their happy purr. I know that I have given them a safe place to live out their lives. So I thought, I have been loosing cats that have spent years with me, some have moved on to other neighbors, again, so I thought.

In the evenings I have been noticing the dogs next door going crazy, barking up a storm, along with my own. I peak outside and see stray dogs. I chase them off just so I can get some peace and quiet. Last night they all went crazy, it was almost 3 am and I woke up in a daze, opened the door only to see a pack of dogs attacking one of my cats, in horror I chased them off, but it was far too late. As the kitty gasped his last breaths of air, I held him close and he died in my arms, ravaged by the pack of dogs.

This cat showed up about 3 years ago as a feral, I caught him in one of my traps and got him fixed. He was very thin and full of fleas. As the years went by he was always there, he became friendly and fat, he was the first to greet me each morning and each afternoon when I came home from work. A fixture on my front porch, where last night he was taken and killed right in front of my eyes.

Distraught, I went in the house to see if they would return so that I might follow them to find where they live. The dogs began to bark again and I ran outside where I could observe the direction of their flight, when I noticed a man herding them up. I am constantly disturbed with barking in the evenings and now I know where these dogs are coming from. In the morning I walked down the block to find the address of the house that the dogs ran to. I observed one in the front yard and heard many barking in the back yard. I got on the phone to animal services and made my report. I can only hope that my remaining cats will stay clear of stray dogs. I never want to see an animal of mine mangled by this pack of dogs again. I will be on high alert for now on when the dogs bark, if only to save a life of the remainder of my colony, which have become loving pets.

When dogs gather in packs they become very dangerous, it might be cats they kill, maybe other dogs and who knows if they move on to humans. Once they get the taste of blood they are dangerous. I plan on stopping this horror in my little part of the world. Every animal has the right to live out their life without fear at their own home. I can't help thinking that I am responsible, I do know that this person lets these dogs out on a regular basis and I am going to be the one to stop him.

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DOGGIE DELEMA

Written by Captain Mary on Friday, August 05, 2011

I have a very old dog, Baby is her name. She is a constant worry for me, lately she has developed tumors, which I have managed, now her whole body has a terrible skin condition. I constantly brush and manage it the best I can, but she is around 14 years old and these things are common in old girls. Baby is always happy, she still eats like a pig and plays like a puppy.
The other day I put out a bone with a hole in the middle that I bought from the grocery store. My morning was a rush, I had a meeting and when I went to do a check on the critters, I noticed Baby was pawing at her water bowl. I thought it deserved a closer look, at much to my surprise, she had somehow got the bone with a hole in it, locked onto her lower jaw. Now poor Baby can't eat or drink, and I have an appointment that I can't miss. I got out some tools to see if I could get it off of her. With all my effort, the bone was over a half inch thick and impossible to break. What do I do now, do I saw it off of her face? How will I mange to remove the bone without hurting Baby? Time running out and using the dremmel tool, I failed.
Off to my appointment, thinking the whole time on how to get that thing off of her. Then it donned on me, that my son had bought this cutting drill, that should do the trick. I turned it on and it was far too powerful for me to put it next to the face of my precious companion, that has been with me for years. Again, I considered another option, take the bit that is on this powerful machine and put it on a dremmel tool.
Poor Baby in the meantime is struggling with the bone on her jaw and her gums and chin are swelling, now I have no room to put my fingers underneath to protect her face from the power tool.
I don't want you to think that I messed up my pooch,  I came up with a way to protect her, I slipped a butter knife under the bone, protecting her face, then I threw a towel over her eyes to protect them.
I began cutting away at the bone, being careful to keep her calm and not letting my hand slip. It seem like it took forever, but with out much more effort I cut the bone away from her precious face.
Dogs are like little kids, things that you think are safe, somehow manage to become a unexpected danger. I must admit, this almost beats the time I went Cat Fishing.

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I HAVE A NEW TITLE

Written by Captain Mary on Wednesday, February 17, 2010

DOG HOOKER
What the hell does that mean? I make ends meet by doing odd jobs. I reinvent myself every chance I get.
The other evening I was relaxing in my favorite chair, when the phone began to ring, it was 10:30 in the evening. When I get calls that late in the evening, I panic just a little. To my surprise it was a lady calling from Utah, she got my name from one of my customers. She asked, "if I could do her a big favor", her dog sitter was unable to work on Friday and Saturday. So, I agreed to help. The favor was a bit unusual, she wanted me to sleep with her four dogs. If that wasn't crazy enough, she also requested that I sleep in her bed with the dogs, and love them up. I think that this request has to be the most unusual to date.
I completed the job, even though it was extremely odd, never meeting this mysterious woman, it was time to get paid. I am certain that she was desperate to let someone she didn't know in her home, not to mention in her bed. Still, I have not met this woman in person, she calls and says that my payment will be under the door mat.
I wonder how far pet owners will go to take care of their animals. Whatever that may be, it is good for me, job security.

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IN MEMORY OF OREO

Written by Captain Mary on Monday, October 05, 2009


This is not a story about a cookie, but it is a story about a beloved friend. This friend "Oreo", was my mischievous ferret. Living a short life with us, yet a long life in ferret years, his last day was Oct. 2, 2009. Passing away, after a wonderful life, not only that he gave us, but I hope that he enjoyed.
He ran around chasing after the kittens when they were young, trying to stuff them in his hiding places, only to find out that they didn't quite fit. He loved to steal things, but I knew his hiding places, most of them anyway. I am certain, that I will find all his little stashes of goodies, in time. He was a loving little guy, who would give kisses one minute and nip you on the ankle the next.
Oreo came to us years ago as an unwanted pet, we welcomed him with open arms, he joined in the big clan of critters that live here. He played with the kids and the other critters, so small, yet not one animal could stand up to him, not even my 65 pound dog. Oreo was the master of the critter clan.
He was so loved and will be missed for a long time to come.

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RECOVERING KITTY

Written by Captain Mary on Tuesday, December 30, 2008


My zoo residents are taxing my emotions to the maximum. If I had unlimited resources I would be the caretaker of all kinds of animals, I would take in every stray that needed a loving home.

These last few months have seen so much loss in my little animal kingdom, this time another of my kitties was missing for three days and I made my walk around the neighborhood each evening calling for him. It was Sunday morning and I was getting ready to make repairs on the screen on my patio, at the same time doing a kitty inventory as I do each day. When I noticed my missing kitty, Salty, was laying in the yard. I walked over to him and he did not get up to greet me, instead he was crying a loud meow, that I thought sounded different. When he tried to stand up, he fell over, he was breathing very hard and he had become dirty and skinny. I can't say what happened to him but he was in horrible condition, there wasn't a mark on him, no blood or obvious broken bones, but he was a mess.

I got on the phone and called Queenie, she rushed over to see if she could help, we got some water for him and food. Salty hesitated but finally began to eat and drink.

I can only wonder how he got back in the yard, when he could hardly stand up, I have a 6 foot privacy fence, but somehow out of sheer determination he scaled the fence and found his way home. Its been a couple of days now and he is not crying in pain, some of his injuries seem to be better, today he jumped up on the table for food. Most of the time he stays in the crate, even though I keep the door open. I can only hope that it was an accident of some type and not a person who injured my kitty. I wonder why anyone could hurt an animal, but I have so many animals because they have been abandoned or left to fend for themselves. I just don't understand why people find the lives of animals less important than their garbage.

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SQUISHY

Written by Captain Mary on Thursday, December 11, 2008


Named by my granddaughter after the jellyfish in Finding Nemo, this kitty of mine was the most loving and wonderful of pets. I feel such loss for this beautiful creature, even though there is so many more kitty's left in my home, her face will always be in my mind. I remember her birth and her short life, that enriched my life and my love for animals. My dear Squishy you have brought love to my heart and every heart that you curled up with and purred.

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IT'S GETTING HARD TO BE A HEATHEN

Written by Captain Mary on Wednesday, November 05, 2008


Yesterday I was preparing to go to work, I was so close. I was sitting in my truck, looking through my day timer at my schedule for the day, when a lady pulls up in my lawn. This cute little Latin women walks over to me, I roll the window down and just figured she was lost. With her thick Latin accent I could hardly understand what she was saying, she said; "I was driving around and God sent me to you". My brow wrinkled in confusion and I asked her what she was talking about, again still thinking she needed help finding an address I said; "Let me see".

Much to my surprise we walked over to her car and she pulled out a box, I imagine she saw the confusion on my face and she began to explain why she stopped at my house.

She told me that she was driving around her neighborhood and stopped, she then told me a story of how her dog, killed a small kitten and the family was devastated. She found a kitten roaming around the street, picked him up, looked into the heaven and asked, "God help me, find a home for this animal", and she ended up in my yard.

I opened the box and looked inside, there looking up at me was a beautiful little kitten, I picked him up and he was shaking with fear. As I cuddled him he began to purr and my heart sank. Not that I could really use another animal. I told the lady that I already have eleven cats, she looked at me and said, "But god sent me here". That's when I looked up to the heavens and said, "Are you kidding me, when is enough a enough". I try so hard to not believe in things that I don't see or that can't be proven, but things like this make me wonder. Well, I can't pretend to fight fate, because everything happens for a reason. So now I have a new kitten, his name is Heathen. He is a beautiful little man, with a great disposition, now he has a home, even though it's a bit crowded he has found a place.

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OH ROMEO

Written by Captain Mary on Friday, October 31, 2008



We all know how much our pets mean to us and when we loose one it is a great loss, like the loss of a family member. My beloved ferret Romeo, has passed on and leaves his great friend Oreo behind. The last hours of his life he was free to go and play, his best friend Oreo was with him to the end. The last few minutes of his wonderful little life was spent in my arms, wishing him a peaceful sleep.


A private service was held, he was put to rest in a wonderful place in the garden, where he romped and played when times were good. He was given to me by someone who no longer wanted him, I adopted him, gave him a buddy and he was loved by many people. Romeo as the name implies, a lovable ferret who would always offer a kiss to anyone who would pick him up to play with him. He played with the kittens and chased them endlessly until they ran and hid.


He will be sorely missed, but his life was full and fun.

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OH MY GUMBA

Written by Captain Mary on Wednesday, October 01, 2008


How is my little Gumba doing? The kitten that was adopted is living the life, he has two dogs that take good care of him. Duchess and Lucy are now his care takers. My sister June tends to treat her critters like family, which is a great thing for the critter. June is experiencing one of those things that only cat lovers know. For cats are the greatest of lovers, the best part is that they never sniff your crotch and don't drool on you. I am both a dog and cat lover and pretty much any animal that makes it to my door.


I am so happy to share these great pictures with you, of Gumba and his new family. I still have two remaining kittens, now 9 weeks old, they are both black cats a great Halloween gift.

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THE SKY TELLS A STORY

Written by Captain Mary on Monday, September 29, 2008


I took an extra day off work today and I began by sleeping late, then I went outside to see if I had a small window to mow the lawn, before the rain came. I began and within minutes the rain came down, instead of parking the mower I decided to continue. I was soaked, but cool, I continued until I heard thunder. The yard came out wonderful. I need to get back into the routine of yard work, my yard needs constant maintenance, "its a jungle out here".


I went out to the front yard to see if the water was standing and looked up toward the sky, "wow" is all I can say. The birds were flying away as fast as they could and the monster thunder head was just in front of me. I noticed that it looked to me as if it was touching the ground, but an indication that it wasn't, was the roar of sirens. It looked like there was fire somewhere in the distance and the clouds joined to look ominous.


I had a productive day, yard work to me is therapy and not to mention a little bit of exercise.


A special note: The kitty that I called #6 was adopted yesterday and now has a name. It took my sister a little bit of time, because she wanted the kitty to have a name with meaning. His name is Gumba, which in Sicilian means "friends for life". I think it is the first cat my sister has had, not sure. Anyway, Gumba is my sissy's best friend already, he follows her everywhere and tells her in his cute little voice what he wants. Gumba has made a friend with her lab, Lucy. Lucy has taken Gumba in like her own child. I need pictures of this, maybe I can get sissy to send some.

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KITTEN UPDATE

Written by Captain Mary on Saturday, September 27, 2008



Today, another kitten left the nest and is making his way to the Florida Keys, paradise for pussy. My sister, June has been watching the updates and just couldn't resist, she adopted #6 and sometimes called "FatHead". June will be naming him soon and I know it will be a great name, she always names her critters after royalty. It took some time for her to decide which one of the little ones would fit with her, first it was one of the twins, but they didn't suit each other, after #6 fell asleep in her lap she was convinced that this little boy would be hers.



The kittens had to go through some rigorous testing by her grandson Anthony, and all of them met the kid test, not biting or scratching him. It was so nice to sit out in the yard and watch the interaction of child vs critter. Not to mention June was more interested in wearing Anthony out with some running and swinging and of course he fell in the pond, twice. Anthony had a wonderful time and I got to spend some time with my sister and her husband Mike, btw, Happy Birthday to the both of them. What a great present for sissy, I packed her on her way with the Kitty starter kit, litter pan, litter, bowls, and food.


Sissy called while on her drive back down to the Keys and reported that #6 had cuddled up on her shoulder and was sleeping the way to his new home and paradise for pussy.
I also am proud to announce that I will be keeping one of the kittens, #3, for he is just a lover and likes to sleep with me, what can I do I should have an even number of cats, that would make an even 10. Two more to go, both are black, a new moon is on the horizon.

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THERAPY CONTINUES

Written by Captain Mary on Sunday, September 14, 2008



More work around the garden, and cleaned out part of my storage shed, cleaned out the fish ponds, scrubbed all the animal cages and gave some of the critters baths, and then it was time to get some serious therapy.


Took my parrot, Shelah out of her cage, got my beach blanket and spread it out at my favorite spot in the garden. Shelah just loves to cuddle, so we both laid on the blanket and every time one of the kitties came to lay by me, Shelah would run and attack them. Shelah is very protective of me, since I hand fed her when she was just a baby. Not exactly relaxing but it kept me laughing. When my Maltese, Bogey came to lay down the game began, Shelah would jump at him, but he is so fast he slipped around the back of her and nipped her tail, Shelah would return as fast as she could, eventually we all laid on the blanket and enjoyed the view.

The whole family was there, Monica at the picnic table under the big umbrella doing her home-work. Jason playing with the kids, a little Frisbee, baseball and some other usual games. Playing in the pool for awhile and then things started to wined down, we enjoyed the Caribbean music that the neighbors played. Jason and his son J.T. laid on the hammock and the little one passed out. The breeze was just wonderful it rocked J.T. in the hammock while he slept.


Everyone had a great time, a family day, we haven't had many of those lately, its usually running around to find things to entertain the kids when all we really have to do is stay home and enjoy whats right in our back yard.


I finally got my place in the hammock, everyone was off doing other things by then, so I again enjoyed the view. This part of my therapy I take seriously.

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GETTING BLOWN AROUND

Written by Captain Mary on Tuesday, September 09, 2008






Even though we dodged another bullet, with hurricane Ike, we have the residual effects of this large storm. I have faith that we can resume life as normal come the weekend and perhaps we can do a little fishing. As you can see by the pictures my landscape is blowing, the bamboo is really bending as is the palm trees.

Lets all be careful as we navigate the roadways for the next couple of days, as the winds and wet roads are dangerous, don't use your cruise control on your cars because it will cause your vehicle to run away.

My critters are staying close to the house and my birds had to be covered because they were being blown off their perches. Poor parrots have the death grip on their perches. The animals are being very quiet and that is kind of nice. Well that is except for the kittens, they are out on the patio playing and having a lot of fun, they just don't know better.

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KITTEN UPDATE #7

Written by Captain Mary on Thursday, September 04, 2008


The first adoption has been completed. Two of my beautiful kittens have a new home. A wonderful couple couldn't resist the cuddling of the 5 week old kittens. The kittens that got homes are #1 and #4, they now have names, Jack and Blackie. Thanks to Katrina and Jesse, they will give you years of love.

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