Happy Valentine's Day, my dear flisties! A little late, but what's new?

Here are passion flowers for you from a couple of summers ago by Greenbelt Lake.

And here's Super Sonic Saki and Tuxie being loving from last summer.

"OMG, she's sleeping next to me!" says a surprised Saki about a peaceful Ms. Moo.

I am so owned.

The Three in relaxed proximity. Maybe one day they will all 3 cuddle together, but I'm not holding my breath. Moo scares the shit out of Tuxie--he respects his mom. They make me feel like an Oankali third (a reference for the Octavia Butler Xenogenesis readers out there) when they range themselves around me in bed--I am the Cuddle Resource.

This was Brigit with her pretty little sister Ostra in November 2011 when we first brought them to Warwick. I lost Ostra this month last year--Brigit may have lost her the December before as they went their separate ways navigating their new environment. I will make a memorial post for my lost little calico soon. But there is some very good news, and some sweet to this bitter. T reports that Brigit has a new kitty love in her life. Second chances rule. (-: I'll tell you all about that very soon.
<3 & *hugs* to you all.

Here are passion flowers for you from a couple of summers ago by Greenbelt Lake.

And here's Super Sonic Saki and Tuxie being loving from last summer.

"OMG, she's sleeping next to me!" says a surprised Saki about a peaceful Ms. Moo.

I am so owned.

The Three in relaxed proximity. Maybe one day they will all 3 cuddle together, but I'm not holding my breath. Moo scares the shit out of Tuxie--he respects his mom. They make me feel like an Oankali third (a reference for the Octavia Butler Xenogenesis readers out there) when they range themselves around me in bed--I am the Cuddle Resource.

This was Brigit with her pretty little sister Ostra in November 2011 when we first brought them to Warwick. I lost Ostra this month last year--Brigit may have lost her the December before as they went their separate ways navigating their new environment. I will make a memorial post for my lost little calico soon. But there is some very good news, and some sweet to this bitter. T reports that Brigit has a new kitty love in her life. Second chances rule. (-: I'll tell you all about that very soon.
<3 & *hugs* to you all.
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How're things?
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Brigit the feral tortie in the last pics bonded with a kitty at the cat sanctuary I brought her to last month, and that kitty is a tuxedo named Socks. I'm overjoyed she has a new gf to snuggle with after losing her bonded sister. (-:
Hanging in there. Been unemployed for 2 years and job hunting all the while--not fun. But family is helping me out, and I have wonderful kitties and flisties to get me through. And tomorrow I wage a double assault on the fleas that invaded the apartment the week I had Brigit here crated, so will be a very busy day of multiple laundry runs.. How are you doing?
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How're things with you luv?
Got your card & bookmarks today...thanks so much!
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And.....may I say: we don't know what happened to Ostra (do we?) Although it seems folly to think anything but the worst, you do never know. Why not a tribute post for a loved one who has gone Adventuring?
yours for hope, always,
jan
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You so are! *beams* What a lovely post.
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Passion flowers are so alien looking. I've tried to grow one in the past, but no luck.
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I'm doing pretty good. I have a nice new front tooth now, and an interview on Monday.
You're welcome, bb! (-:
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It's not a matter of expecting the worst. It's a matter of what I saw, the season, and cat behavior. No, I never found her body, and there's a small chance she could have wandered off, and if it were spring or fall, or even summer in which she went missing, I'd give it a definite possibility, but not the middle of winter, the time of frost and death in this part of the world. Not even a Took makes a start of an Adventure in the Wild at this point in the season. Perhaps if I had lost her the end of February, but not at the start of this month. Any other time of year, a predator might wander off to hunt, away from her known source of sustenance, but not this point in the season. We know this in our bones here.
And I hunted the area pretty thoroughly for 10 weeks. During those 10 weeks, I met many of the townsfolk, and if there were the kind of soul who would put out so much food for feral cats that a small calico, who did not want to fight other cats for her food, would find enough food for herself, so much that she would forgo the wet cat food and Starkist salmon she knew my call promised, it's pretty likely I'd have heard about it in this very small township. Ostra was in no uncertain way tame enough to have moved in with any human. If she were, and she were living, she would have, without doubt, come again when I called, as she did the previous 4 times I drove out to her those 2 weeks we were reunited. And I've been hanging about in that town and keeping an eye out for her the last 10 months as I visited with Brigit. I am sure if Ostra were alive and in contact with her sister, I would have seen her. The last time I saw her she seemed not well. And when you're not well in the Wild here, at this time of year, and you're traveling alone, there's only one journey you are making.
I plan on going up to Warwick 3 more times. Twice more to fill the feeders, because there were other feral cats who were eating from them and it would be cruel to cut them off in the middle of winter, and the third time at the beginning of April, when frogs and baby rodents and birds abound, I will take down the feeders, unless I am able to find someone to take them over. I've got some numbers of cat rescue organizations I'll be calling to try to find someone. But if no one turns up, I don't want to leave a mess in the country for others to clean up. And yes, my peripheral vision will be alert, searching for a little calico, as I drive each time, but I do not expect she is anywhere to be seen So yeah, I could call it a tribute post that is 9 parts a memorial. I'm satisfied that Brigit is living for 2 kitties now, and if she only lives another month, she is at least now living the best life a feral cat can have.
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*squooshes you*
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Yes, they are the Flowers from Outer Space, aren't they? They grow along the banks of the lake here in full sun, so I guess they need lots of moisture along with full light.
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will look forward to seeing your celebration/tribute/memorial to her when you are ready!
take care, my friend.
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