The Green-Eyed Monster....

For most of us, this phrase brings to mind the term jealousy. In this case, I'm using the words both literally and figuratively.

In my last post, I introduced our latest bundle of joy (a new kitten named Byron George) to the world. Apparently, our established (older) and spoiled Princess Mia Cat is a bit disgruntled that her grand entrance into society was put on the back burner for the sake of a wild & wooly newcomer. Here she is before Byron George:

Isn't she sleeping so peacefully?
....and after B.G. :


Those of you not familiar with Mia may not recognize the expression of righteous indignation on her face. It's a look I've seen before - usually if I come back from shopping without a treat for her, or if I've been out of the house longer than she felt was necessary. Though her eyes are closed in both pictures, I'm quite certain they've turned a deeper shade of green since our new arrival has come to live with us. Maybe I'll show her this post - complete with her TWO pictures to compare with Byron's ONE. That oughta put her in a better mood. :)

Sending blessings and best wishes for a purrfect day!

~Shari

Good things in Small Packages

Sometimes life sorta comes flying at you from all directions! A few weeks ago, my sister Sandy was out in her wonderful old barn taking care of her chickens when she heard a mewing sound. After much exploration, she found the sweetest little kitten that looked to be about 3 months old and had been injured. She took the little gal to the Veterinarian and was told her growth plate had been damaged and her leg would need amputation. Being the compassionate soul she is, my sister arranged for kitty's surgery and offered her a permanent home. Now Miss Lily (AKA Tripod - but only when she's not listening)will always have a safe, warm place and a family consisting of human parents and canine & feline siblings! What a lucky girl she is.


Fast forward a couple of weeks and Lily is doing well. Sandy is again in her barn - this time with her husband. Yep, more mewing. This time, they discovered a teeny, tiny kitten. It was evening, and they considered the possibility that the mommy cat may have been in the process of moving her babies, so they left the kitten and went inside. The next morning, they went back to the barn and the little guy was still there. After sending her husband to the pet store for kitten formula and a bottle, Sandy called me and asked if I'd be interested in taking care of this little one. Of course, I jumped at the chance. I drove to her house and picked up my precious bundle. That was a week ago. We took him to the Vet's office and were told that he was approximately 2 weeks old. He weighed 6 and one half OUNCES! Can you imagine how teeny tiny that is? He also had an eye infection and an upper respiratory infection. So now, after a week and 2 days - and oral antibiotics & eye drops, I am pleased and proud to present 3 week old and 11oz. Byron George...or as we lovingly call him "WonderCat"