Misty cat is a very placid cat, she came to us as a wild feral cat. Oh boy! Oh boy! was she wild. Mind you if I had been an outsider moving into my house with a mad mother as head, 3 crazy kids and two troubled foster kids, I'd have been wild. eeeeek!!!not sure how the kids grew up normal.
For months we just threw food at her and slowly she came nearer (a bit like we are doing with Bear cat, he nearly came in the other day) and soon Callum had become her bestest of best friends and he brought her into our home, much I must say to my annoyance, but Callum is a sweet boy and he was about 4/5 when he brought her in, telling me she was sweet and how he "lubbed" her so very, very, very, can we please keep her I dos lub her mummy, pleeeeeeaseeee!!!
His huge owl like brown eyes pleading with me....oh I was weak and I couldn't say no. But I quietly told the cat that if she scratched my baby, I would break her neck. We drew battle lines with each other and danced around each other for years with me calling her cat.
You see I wanted a dog, Stupid really as I am scared of dogs and rarely go near them, there are a few expections, but in general I am a baby round them and they always bite me, as they sense I am afraid........it's because I know they will bite me!!!!!! Circles; it's a circle, I'm scared, the dog knows, I get more scare, the dog bites me. Circles. However I did think that a puppy would cure me....it's a puppy how hard can it bite and I figured that I would have got use to it as it grew and it wouldn't bite me when big. Oh well!!! the best laid plans of mice and men and Lia.
So here we are with an unwanted cat. Callum and Misty's friendship grew, to this day 12 yrs later she has never scratch him....every one else in the house has battle scars, me bearing most of them. Some times when I use to walk passed her she would hiss at me.
About 2 yrs ago she got sick and we nearly lost her. I cannot explain how upset I was by Misty's illness and I nursed her through it, barely leaving her side for about a week. Sleeping with her on my bed, hand feeding, carrying her to her litter tray and just overwhelmed with love for this little cat who had lived in my house for years and whom I had barely tolerated. I saw to her welfare in vets visits, good food, etc but I can't say that I really warmed to her, she wasn't the dog I wanted...what a brat I was.
Anyway she slowly got better and we seemed to have crossed a line. Now we are very good friends and I just love this little fur ball, she really is something else to me now and often when I am bloggong she is sat right next to me. Or on top of the laptop, if I don't give her enough attention. Misty is a sweet little cat and I am proud to have her friendship.
It comes to something when the Misty cat's ears go flat on her head and she buries her head into her fur. Making moaning noises. Then the smell assaulted my nostrils,
"Oh my gosh Misty, what's that smell!!!!!" I hear Callum cry. There's the boy wonder, all 6ft 4in of him waving his arms around like a windmill in a hurricane.
Callum: "What you been feeding her woman" Me: "Me!" Callum: " Yes! you. When ever you feed her, you give her blooming fish."
Callum has a phobia about eating fish. We have had gold fish since before he was born and as a baby, I use to plonk him in his baby seat next to the tank and he would watch the fish. He won't eat fish, not because he doesn't like the taste, but he says it makes him feel guilty, as if he's eating his own pets. He's been like that since he was four and smarty that he is worked out that the goldfish were well some thing you can eat. Thank God, he wasn't raised on a farm, he's not that great with vegetables.....fruit is acceptable. I have no idea how he got so tall, but he does have hollow legs.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, Calm returns to the room Tick, tock, tick, tock,
Callum: " Oh Misty! That stinks, do you have to. Your meant to be a lady". This time his arms are waving around so fast, that air traffic control at Heathrow are redirecting planes over the house. I'm only glad no one switch on the landing lights!!!!.....(hallways here are often called landings)
Misty at this pointlooks like and angryearless cat, her ears are so flatto her head. Misty looked up at Callum and I swear she gave him such a look of distant, like only a prim and proper Victorian maiden Aunt could give.She stood up, stuck her nose in the air and turned her back on Callum. Then turned her head around like an owl and stuck her nose in the air.
Me: "Oh Misty,what's up he upset you?" As a 747 comes in low over my head. Callum:"Me! She's the one with the stinky pants"
At this Misty got up, walked over Callum's keypad, where he was playing a game and plonked herself down, the screen went mad, sending his game into chaos. Would she get off no she wouldn't. Misty was at her most regal self giving him the" evils" as Callum put it. (dirty looks)
Misty clearly had no intentions of moving. At this Callumsaid putting his face right up close to hers.
"Ok! Ok! it wasn't you it was me"
There was a pause for a moment and then Misty got up andflounced out the room giving Callum a haughty look as she went.
Callum mean while sat back down and sorted his game saying "Well that told me"
I swear that Misty knows that boy better than me at times, she certainly knows how to handle him and put him in his place.
Many of my blog buddies, know about my wonderful bestest friend in the whole world Nutty.
Well, look at what she is exposing her 3yr old daughter to. Little Miss Nutty is running round at the top of her voice singing this little ditty.
While on the phone today to Ms Nutty, I could hear Little Miss in the background signing and the only words I could pick up was "Cheeeeeeeese" and "Sausages". Upon asking what she was singing, Nutty fell about laughing and said look on my face book to see. This is what I found, and that woman wonders why I call her "Nutty".
Ms Nutty and the Little Miss along with Master Nutty, her son are coming to my house for a little London holiday. Where they live is beautiful, they live in the middle of the contryside and the kids have never been to London, so we are all very excited about this trip and we are going to cram in as much as we can and give the kids a grand time. Plus I will get a week of total laughter, which seems to tag along every where that Nutty goes.
Batten down your hatches London, Nutty is on her way!!!!!!!
If I had a tenth of the time these ladies have had together, with my Francis (with an i) then I will be very happy and lucky indeed. I don't know what the future holds 10, 20, 30, years from now, but I hope when I get to their age and some one takes our photo that we will still be radiating light, love and happiness.
These 2 wonderful women are CardineLeto (96) and VeneraMagazzu (97) and have spent 70yrs together. They kept quiet for decades about their relationship and love for one another.
Today is their 70thanniversary and they are having a party. I wish them both the very best and hope they have a fabulous time, they so rightly deserve it. They are so blessed to have spent the amount of years that they have together. But how hard it must have been for them at times.
Click HERE to read more about them, they are so great.
Here's a little madness for us all to laugh and enjoy. While watching BBC show called "Click." I found out about a quest to get 1 million giraffe images by 2011.
It turns out that one friend challenged another by saying that it couldn't be done. Always a reason for men and madness the "Peter Pan Syndrome" which as you know blog watchers of mine is one of the reasons I love men so much.
I have joined the Facebook page and I have every intention of sending in some images for the collection. So come on people, get your thinking caps on, have a look at the site HERE Don't forget to join the Facebook page, if you are on there click HERE
Mr. Giraffe, you make me laugh, You seem to be made all wrong; Your head is so high up there in the sky And your neck is so very long That your dinner and tea, it seems to me, Have such a long way to go, And I'm wondering how they manage to know The way to your tummy below.
Geoffrey Donald Page (born 7 July 1940)
I have a belief that people in general are kind, considerate and are willing to help each other and having looked through the site and the Facebook page, I really do think more so now, that this is the case. People from a round the World are taking this to heart and spreading the word.
So come on blog buddies and people have a go, there's a giraffe or two in all of us. When I get mine done I will post it here before I send it off.