Staying hopeful
Received a phone call today. A couple is interested in adopting out three of my cats. They live on a 92 acre ranch, so they are looking for primarily outdoor cats to keep the rodent population out of the grain. I am going over there tomorrow to look at the place and meet them up close and personal. Then, sometime next week, they will come over and meet the cats.
The ones I would adopt out (if everything looks kosher) are: Tipster, Mercedes, Buzzy and Cole. Everyone else is here to stay.
Bad weather slammed us today. The dogs got so muddy splashing in the creek and then rolling in horse manure (their favorite pastime). I put the horses on the other pasture, only because the creek has started overflowing and half the pasture is under water. Racer got started on magnesium today to counteract the rich grass he is now grazing on. Gosh, I wish he was like Trav who can munch long-bladed green grass every day and not break a crest! Sometimes, I feel like I am not doing right by these guys. I haven’t exercised Racer since he last foundered. They aren’t being abused, but they also aren’t being used. I suspect they are bored just being out in the pastures all day. I don’t want to sell them, and I couldn’t really do that anyway. What with the founder that Racer is prone to, Trav’s white line disease and mud fever, I doubt anyone wants horses with those types of problems. I do think that Racer would be great in a handicapped kid’s training program. He is so good with people and has such a loving character. I can see him bonding with the little ones and walking them quietly inside a ring.
April 13th, 2008 at 4:04 pm
Over the last twenty years, I have had the gratification of owning numerous diverse cats. I loved watching them and associating with them in a sense that entirely a cat lover would realize. They entirely had varied personalities, from being distant and pompous to being timid and shy. But altogether they were capable to express their wants and desires to me somehow. One exceptional trait they all share is the one of independency mingled with the delight of partaking in a purring instance with his human acquaintance.
April 18th, 2008 at 3:35 pm
Wow, I’ m so sad with you! I haven’ t had to deal with the loss of a pet yet but I do have 3 cats. One of my cats we got 2 & 1/ 2 years ago from a friend who’ s grandmother passed away. Her name is Sasha. She is 13 years old. In just the few years we’ ve had her, we’ ve noticed her deterioating bone health. She really is so loving and can’ t imagine life without her. We do all we can to make her life easier at home (steps, laxatives,soft food,etc. etc. etc). Our 2 other cats are both 4 years old and we’ ve…