Please if anyone sees this and can send money. A pregnant mom has been found and she has been slashed open by something. Two the kittens were lying in the grass and three were still in the sack. If you can send money WE need it immediately to try and save these babies. I have 18 dollars in the account am going to find goats milk and syringes now to try and keep these babies alive. Please if you can send money do so and pass this around on social media (nothing I can do about getting the word out since I deleted my facebook page).

They arrived here about 15 minutes ago. Right now, they are so cold they are in our hot box. If we can’t warm them up, they will not survive. They are neonates- three were DOA they did not even fully form (they were still in the sac) 🙁 The other two are gingers. Please pray that I can do the right thing by them. One is trying to eat, the other has no interest. Once I can get them warm enough, I will try feeding them again.

Three o’clock this morning after Rory’s first poop, I discovered this wound. Looks like something was trying to eat him. 🙁

I miss her so much, my Molly, Her last day with me was yesterday. This morning, the house seems devoid of life. There was no beautiful tortoise-shell kitty to grace my pillow this morning. To give me catnip kisses or to nudge my chin, as she lay on my chest to greet me for the day. No one to be sure to spill hot coffee on me as I try to manage drinking coffee in the mornings while ducking all her headbumps to my cup.

Tuesday, it all came crashing down as Molly decided she had been through enough. She was tired, she didn’t want to fight the pain any longer. She sent me a message that clearly said to me: “Why  haven’t you been listening to me? Why am I still here?”

I knew months ago that she was struggling. The vets kept assuring me that when cats have neurological damage “over time their bodies will adapt to the changes.” But they didn’t factor in that this kitty, who follows me in the house. She will come into the shower while I am taking one. She will claim my lap, sleep with me nightly. Be the best representation of love-  until she is sick or not feeling good. Then she turns into the Baskerville Hound of Hell.

You can’t get a pill in her, no ointment can land near her without WW III breaking out. She takes no prisoners. Even something as simple as flea-treating her (which I did faithfully every month) turned into a battle of epic proportions. It’s hard to wrap my mind around it still. How a cat that shows such intense love for me-could just morph into the feral cat from hell when it came to helping her?.

She was my heart. She was adopted out twice and came back both times. She was set in her mind, her place was here, with us, with me. I was her human and I was gifted the blessing of being that for her.

I ignored the signs, until I could no longer. I tried several times to schedule an appointment to stamp her Bridge pass, especially in the last few months. But I kept procrastinating, hoping praying that her body would indeed adapt to the changes. I couldn’t let her go. She was in pain, but she was not dying. I knew that in her future this pain was going to really consume her and there would be NOTHING I could do for her when that happened. I was unable to even rub any type of compounded pain med on her ears. For the first time, I had a cat who was not feral that I could not pill.

One vet from another clinic told me (after his first visit with her) that she was “vicious!” He told me never to bring her back to his clinic. I never did. I never went back to him again. She is not vicious, She was altered from her freak accident with Kota. The vet got that so wrong.

Tuesday night, Molly and I sat up all night together. I told her I was sorry for letting her down. For not having the strength to face my day without her in it. I told her her  the fight would soon be over and as I spoke to her, she laid on my chest, she settled. She knew, she knew that soon she would be free of pain. For the first time in months, she just shared my lap quietly. There were no grunts of pain as she dug into her belly and back legs chasing the pain that surrounded her daily. She just knew.

I believe I got four hours sleep that night. It was the most peaceful I have ever seen her. We shared heartbeats, she left kitty kisses on my nose and chin. She snuggled under my neck. She thanked me for finally listening to her. I still have cat hair in my nose. She  crawled so much further into my heart than ever before.

I had gone to see my vet several months back, specifically to talk to him about her struggles. I had left her at home because she turns into a bat out of hell inside a treatment room. She never used to before. But after the accident, she was altered. How could I expect her not to be? As I shared in an email with a close friend- how could I expect anything else? Kota weighs 90 pounds, she weighs 8. No matter how soft my king-size mattress is, it could not protect her from damage when he jumped on the bed and landed on her It was past midnight, it was dark, she is dark. He did not attack her, it was purely a freak accident. I told the vet that there will be a time in the future that I would bring Molly to him. Although, (I told him) she may look “healthy” she will not be. I asked him not to challenge the decision, to work with me so she could leave here with dignity before the pain did become life-threatening. He promised he would do so and yesterday, he delivered on that promise.

She went so fast. She was so ready to go. The vet prayed with me afterward God Bless his gentle soul. He did not traumatize her, she just shut her eyes and went to God.

So in a year of great sorrow for so many, there is one more departure that tears at my heart. Ever since Mike passed, Molly has not left my side when I am in the house. It was as if she was saying: “I am here for you Mom. I am here.”

So although it took me awhile to stop ignoring the handwriting on the wall, in the end, I was here for her as well. I called my vet and he put her to sleep at 4:40 p.m. yesterday. I brought her home and let her friends say goodbye to her. I buried her under the cherry trees in the front yard where she loved to lay in the summertime. I planted a Dahlia bush on her grave. My clowder is in mourning this morning. She has been with us a long time. Her presence will be missed by all. Today, I know, she is curled up on Mike’s chest. I am sure he is thrilled to be with her again.

Enjoy the look back at this incredibly courageous girl. The love of my heart.

Once again, I had to take Pidge back to the vets. This time, they kept him for three days and it turns out that he has suffered soft tissue damage from his last injury. His urine is so full of blood that they have increased his pain meds and put on board another anti-inflammatory to help with the pain. He is also on a new diet of Hills C/D care both dry and wet.

As of yesterday, he has quit vocalizing as much as before so I am hoping the pain he feels when he tries to urinate is on the run. No pun intended. I have to feed all three of them the prescription diet, but since Baker is also in kidney failure, the new food should help him as well. We had just gotten our vet bill under control- but that rug has slipped out from under us and we are once again looking at a vet bill that almost tops $1,000.00 They did a lot for Pidge in the days they had him. I just pray it makes a difference for him to get out of pain.

The burn kitties are slowly relaxing a bit. I have had to change up the routine for them as Molly is still resistant to them being here. During the day, she will refuse to come in the house and spends the majority of time on the heated arm chair in the carport. At night, she will come in and I close off the kittens into the bedroom/patio area and let Molly have the front half of the house all to herself. It’s not ideal, but until she can adjust to them being here without bluff charging them, it will have to do.

Yesterday, I took a deep breath and opened up the doors to the kitchen and the bedroom so the kittens could start exploring their world finally. There have been some pretty substantial hissing and growling from Molly (to which the kittens don’t respond except to run away). She hasn’t charged the two interlopers or shown any signs of going to battle. Her ears aren’t back, her gaze does not narrow at the sight of them. Her tail will twitch and it is kept low, but not tucked into her legs. So these are all good signs. I shut the kittens up at night in the bedroom/patio but during the day they are busy finding out more about this house and all the hidden places they can go. I do have her on a pheremone  collar which is helping a bit.

I dodged a bullet with my lawnmower. After being told by two different corporations that I will likely need to buy a new engine, a friend of mine told me about a smaller outfit who keeps their estimates honest and their prices fair. One to the mechanics came out last week and fixed my riding lawnmower for $10.00! Turns out the O ring by the oil dipstick had corroded and it was simply a matter of sealing the leak with silicone gel. I was grateful because once again, we need to stock up on canned cat food. It doesn’t last long around here, and it got me to thinking about approaching one of the major cat food companies with an idea I had. If they go for it, and I hope they do, it will greatly benefit the small mom & pop rescues- not the bigger ones with all the political clout and money behind them, but places such as mine where we are mindfully trying to get the biggest bang for any buck that is sent our way. i think it is a great idea, and if they do accept it, you will be the first to know what the idea that came to me after I washed out the cans of cat food for recycling purposes. Wish me luck!

Well I hear some pretty active growling going on upstairs. I am trying to act like this introduction is no big deal, but to Molly, who has been Queen B around here way to long, it is a very big deal to her. I have dark blankets ready and stacked in corners if there happens to be a war. Anytime two or more cats are fighting, the best way to stop them is to drop a dark colored blanket on top of them. This startles them apart and you use the blanket to herd them away from each other. This way you don’t get attacked with their stress level is out of control. You put one into a room with food and water and you leave the cat in there until it has calmed down and has eaten and is grooming itself. That my friends is the tip of the week, 🙂

Last weekend, I had to rush Pigeon to the vet as he was unable to pee. I was so worried that he was blocked, but the vet said the films showed him a smaller than normal bladder that was half full. He did not see any crystals or stones and so the final diagnosis was an  idiopathic UTI.

He could find no reason for the inability to pee, so we just covered all the bases. I put Pigeon on a pheromone collar, he is on an antibiotic, anti-inflammatory and pain meds. He was peeing by Monday but I was told to keep him on the medication until it is all gone. I’m, just grateful that he didn’t have a real blockage. I’m trying to hard to keep the vet debt low, but right now it is at $1,000.00  🙁

I think it is stress that caused this problem for Pidge. He has been pacing the enclosure similar to how a lion paces in his cage. Although the enclosure is huge, Pigeon is used to being free to roam the property and he misses his freedom. I looked into getting him a cat wheel- my goodness those are so expensive! Almost $300.00 I have talked to several people who own one and they say they work to relieve anxiety and stress and also helps when the cat is obese. Pigeon is a large Maine Coon mix but he is also fatter than usual because he no longer is allowed to freely roam. I thought when I got my stimulus, I would get the wheel, but in the meantime, my riding lawnmower has broken down and my priority is to get this fixed. The shop that can fix it is 7 weeks behind in repairs because of Covid- so my pastures are going to be quite lush before my Hustler gets fixed. They haven’t seen the machine yet, but based on what I told them, it looks like I might need a new motor. I hope not, but that is what two shops told me after I showed them a picture of the leak and told them it was dead. My neighbors get upset when I don’t cut my pastures because the long grass entices wildlife: deer, skunks, coons, possums, porcupines. Ideally, I would love to plow up all the grass and plant wildflowers. So far, I haven’t been able to do this. But that is the long-term dream.

The burn kitties have been here now for 17 days. They are slowly beginning to adjust again to us. I wish Molly was more accepting, but I now call her Miss Hiss because that is what she does every time she sees them through the screen. it will take time and patience, but it will happen that she will allow them into her domain. I am not pushing her though. She still needs time.

One of Magoo’s behavior issues that only crops up at night is he is a face sleeper. This beautiful flame-point boy is bound and determined to sleep directly on my face. Not my head, or my chest or curled up at the back of my neck, but directly on my face. I draw the line at this type of furry sleep mask.

Since we are currently burning three Feliway diffusers between the two rooms, I knew that introducing another would have little to no effect on this behavior. I have ordered several Bach Flower Remedies, they are lost in translation somewhere in the mail system. In the meantime, my first experiment to stop this behavior without further traumatizing Magoo  was a complete failure.

I took a very big and somewhat scary looking stuffed animal and placed it in front of my pillow and my face at night. I had hoped that using this as a barrier would deter Magoo from his mission. Nope, he went immediately over it, then crawled under my pillow and headed straight for my face.

Probably not scary enough?

Yesterday afternoon, I tried the second experiment that I had come up with on paper. They look so good in theory, but in application and when dealing with a cat with PTSD who knows what will happen. I have seven experiments to try in total.

Magoo has been wearing a pheremone collar  since 3:30 in the afternoon. One of the first remarkable changes to his behavior, came when I put the collar on him. Some cats will NOT tolerate a collar no matter what. They can easily freak out and start running away and hurt themselves. I always apply these collars (and they are the only collars I will use on cats) in a small room like a bathroom. That way, if they freak out, you can get to them quickly before they hurt themselves and remove the offending object. Magoo did not object other than shaking his head a few times until he got the feel of this new object around his neck. I do wish they were break-aways, but they are not.

By 5:00 p.m. he had stopped hiding from me and I could see him out in the open laying with his sister or sitting on the window sill. My hope was that by 11:00 p.m when I finally crawled in bed to sleep, he would abandon all thoughts about sleeping on my face. He tried twice to wedge his way down on top of my face. I finally had to clap my hands twice before he fled. Not exactly what I wanted to do, but it worked. I am hoping tonight that he will be a bit less enchanted with this idea.  Time will tell-

Thank you those of you who helped out with securing food for the rescues here. I was able to stock up a bit for the coming cold spell (supposed to drop down into the 20’s all this next week at night). Spring is here almost…

Here are the two burn babies cuddling up:

Stay safe, be good to each other.Cuddle up with a kitten, just don’t let one sleep on your face. 🙂

It’s 4:00 a.m. and I really should be asleep. However. the kittens seem to have their own ideas about what time mom needs to wake up. They are a force to be reckoned with in the early morning hours. Part of their problem is the parasite load they are carrying. It is heavy, especially for kittens. I was told that both of them had been dewormed and de-flead. This is true, but what also is true is the preventative measures they used were bought at a store and not through a vet. Unfortunately, some of what is found on shelves in grocery stores (I know I am repeating myself) is worthless and sometimes even dangerous.I just finished putting Centragard (a topical) on them to give them some relief. This should help calm them down a bit. I’ve seen both tapes and rounds in the litter pans since they have returned. It has to be a bit uncomfortable to have those parasites invading your body. They also just got fed, and for the first time since their return, they will get the full nutritional value of the food offered. I hit pay dirt yesterday. It was payday and I had to go and buy cat food out of my funds.

I went grocery shopping at Grocery Depot. It is Amish owned and they sell food at a great discount. Most of their food comes from local farmers fields. Their canned foods are usually dented, but marked down significantly. On my  budget, this store is a God-send. It is also less crowded and locally owned.

I was perusing the aisle and I saw at the end, a big pallet that was still covered with plastic. There were several layers of plastic, but as I got closer i noticed there were large bags of cat food. I asked one of the girls if it would be okay to open it up and take a look at it? She came over and slit the plastic and I found a treasure trove of dry cat food! I end up getting several large bags of Blue, Nutrish, and  Rocky Mountain! Total of 7 bags and it cost me $51.00 for this store, this was a rare find. It cut into my own food budget, but with the pandemic and donations at a new low,  I can survive on peanut butter sandwiches for a month, however, the cats cannot. Besides, I love peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. 🙂

I had to take Pigeon to the vet yesterday. His old injury where he was sliced on his back leg from paw to rectum (we could never figure out what happened to him when he vanished from our care for fourteen days) My vet surmised, he might have gotten locked in someone’s old house and fell through a roof or something? Although it has healed, and it took months to do so. I hope I never see such a horrendous injury on a cat again! There is a part of his skin that has never healed. Periodically, it will break open and bleed profusely.

The first time this happened, months after he had healed. I will admit, it freaked me out. All of that blood. I knew because he has been confined in my largest enclosure, that he did not get hit by a car, but there was so much blood! My vet told me (yesterday) that the skin is so thin in this one area that it is almost transparent. It will probably never heal. Nothing to do except hope that Pidge won’t bump it against something and tear it open again. He said to sew it up in that area would be almost impossible. We are trying so hard to keep our vet debt low. Seems like the odds are against it. While he was there, Pidge was given a full work-up. They found his urine has a lot of viscosity in it. They want him to have more canned food in the day and more access to water. There are currently 12 bowls of water in the enclosure for three cats. Baker, our senior cat who is suffering kidney issues is also in there. He drinks those suckers dry  on a daily basis.sometimes when his special food is not working. The problem is, we have only .two cases left of Fancy Feast. My bills are paid up, but there is no money left to get anymore of the canned food I need for both cats. I still have one month before another check arrives.. That’s when reality bites me hard.

Going non-profit, I thought it would make things easier on the pocket book and it did for quite awhile. But Walmart who was routinely donating food weekly kicked me to the curb. They say they no longer do back door donations? But I have to wonder because the food sitting in pallets for days will draw pests. So where is the food going? They won’t say, but it it no longer available to our rescue. Then we had the fires, we had  Covid, (we still do) we had the pandemic, th e world shut down. People lost jobs, small businesses went out of business, We still have the pandemic. We have people standing in long lines for food and for water. We have natural disasters that are tearing apart lives. We have people dying to the right and left of us and empty chairs at  holiday tables. Tell me, how can anyone in their right mind, in this day and age ask for donations for a non-profit for cats? The answer is I can’t. But I am right now, because I am desperate. I have gotten only one stimulus check (although I do qualify) The other two are lost in translation somewhere?

If you happen to have a few dollars tucked away in a drawer and you really don’t need them. We do need them desperately. Please forgive me for asking. But I really don’t want Pigeon to get crystals and have to have an operation that we cannot afford to fix him. He has been through to much as it is.All of our rescues have, that is why we have a high-risk rescue. Nobody else was around to help these beautiful souls. They deserve the best that life has to offer them, they deserve to live out their senior lives with dignity until they breathe no more.

Stay safe and love each other-

My goodness, these two have grown! They were gone for 31 days but they had quite the growth spurt inbetween. They are acclimating well. I found that they do remember me, so they aren’t hiding out as much as before. Nightime is interesting as both kittens want to sleep on my head or my face. Putting Kota on the down stay near my bed all night, stopped that wish list. LOL I don’t like cat hair in my mouth during the night.

But the difference between their behaviors before they left and now is amazing. Even though they have been returned, I know I made the right decision in letting them go there in the first place. Gage did amazing work with them.

I hope you enjoy the photos- as much as I am enjoying having them back here with us.

I wrote that no news is good news, but I was incorrect in that assumption. Yesterday, Jess contacted me and apologized. She said that Freddy was still peeing on things and Gage was frustrated. In an earlier conversation with Jess, I told her that when I have a kitty who is peeing on unconventional items (soft things) that it was a behavior issue and not health related. Hard items are health-related. I explained that over the years, I have found keeping a notebook and jotting down what happens before and after the pee strike, sometimes will lead to answers. Even something as simple as changing the cover on the top of the bed, can send some kittens/cats spinning out of control.

Well apparently they have been keeping a notebook. It has been noted (no pun intended) that when Freddy pees on the bed or the laundry, Gage has been paying attention to Magoo and Ash. It happened many times (they were testing the theory). She said that everyone is in tears, but would I take Ash and Magoo back?

Without hesitation, I told her yes. That’s how I roll with any adoption. No matter how old, no matter the issues, I will take a cat or kitten back. Jess owns a Foster Care and she wrote that she would take the cats there? I told her bad idea. Magoo is so scared of so much (still). She relayed to me that one afternoon after they went grocery shopping, Magoo vanished. They looked for hours for him. They couldn’t find him and Gage was in tears thinking he got outside.

About an hour later, Magoo crawled out from INSIDE their recliner in the living room, yawned and stretched and went over to Gage and climbed in his lap! I had to laugh. There were so many times that he would hide here and it took me hours to find him. But here, it is different. If he gets outside the two rooms where I will be putting them in the beginning, he can’t get outside. He can get into the house. I know the dangers of kitties underneath recliners and how bad that can get for the kitten or cat. They can get horrendously injured in some cases if the person is not aware of their hiding spot.

I am sad, that they are being sacrificed their new home in favor of Fearless Freddy. I am also not 100% sure that their absence isn’t going to affect Freddy negatively in the long run. I told Jess, please if this does not work and they can’t get Fred to stop peeing on things, please bring him back to me. She has promised she will.

I can’t say I am that sad about the return of these two sweethearts. I have missed them all so much. I will be keeping both Magoo and Ash and during the weeks ahead, I will take measures to introduce them to Molly (today is her 8th birthday!) But she is the Queen  around her, I know that I need to take my time in the intros. It will probably take about three months before they will “officially” meet. I will be installing a screen door in the bedroom, so they can smell and greet each other without a war starting.

Today, I need to organize my office and get ready for their return. Yesterday, I concentrated on the bedroom- I brought in several items where they can hide effectively. I am sure this move back here will effect them negatively at first, they will both return to hiding until they know that they are safe, and loved. Nothing will be “expected” of them. Molly’s nose is going to be bent out of shape, as she sleeps with me every night. Kota has learned that he can no  longer sleep on my bed. I was too afraid that he would accidentally injure Molly in the night again. It was a two-week training program with Kota and I for me to let him know (sadly) the bed was off limits. This was a result of a lot of tasty treats when I told him to go to bed, and he would go lay inside his kennel. Lots of praise and love and beef jerky treats offered to him for doing the right thing. Gentle scolding when he tried to jump on the bed while I was sleeping. He is smart, he knows now, the bed is off limits. Molly helped in some respects. If he jumped on the bed, she would rush him and try to bite his leg. LOL! She does not want to get injured either.

I received my vaccination and dealt with a three day horrendous headache and chills. I had heard that the side effects only happened on the second Pfizer shot. But doing research from out of England, they got the Pfizer shot before we did- I found that 38% of adults vaccinated the first time, suffered as I did. The headache finally left yesterday but the sore arm is persisting. I barely felt the shot going in and did not even stand in line for 20 minutes. It was well-organized once you stood in the line. Everyone got their temperature taken, we filled out and signed a two-page form then split into two lines (socially distancing) to go into the building. I was talking to a woman behind me, and she, much like me, said she was relieved to finally be here and get vaccinated. We talked about the frustration of people who claim that this is “just a flu.” Also those who still refuse to wear a mask even when offered one. One more shot to go. This one will be on March 30. Then 6 weeks later, they will send an official card that you have to carry with you at all times and protect it like you would “you drivers license or your credit card.” Masks will no longer be necessary, but they do encourage that you wear them inside public areas. But it is your choice. If you are challenged, you show them your vaccination card. I think I will just wear a mask until told otherwise.

Well I better jam. It is 31 degrees F and I was waiting for the weather to warm up a bit, but it isn’t. The temperature is plummeting and I have kitties outside to feed. Take care of yourself and each other-

Twist has changed in the last day or so. She is hanging around here more than usual. She will start to come up to me, then hang back as if she is changing her mind. Then she will start towards me, shake off the feeling of trust and scamper away. I read the recent comment of putting a tracker on her. That would be interesting indeed to see her world from her eyes, but the fact that I can’t even get flea treatment on her every month means I have no idea how to put a tracker on her. I’m not sure I would anyway as she goes in and out and under objects. This may impede her movements and even put her in danger. To many times in the past, I have had cats here who have been hung up with their collars catching on fences and other objects. I am such a fan of collars but only if they are break-aways.

Not having access to social media anymore has been quite strange. This was my choice to walk away from it all. At first, it felt like something was missing in my day. But now, the stress level has lowered distinctly. No, I am not privy to what is trending, but I am also spared the negative part that social media now plays in most lives. It’s a freeing moment. My youngest stepson, who is an IT specialist has never even been on social media. He distrusts it and well he should. It does have good moments, but lately under such a tumultuous social climate, the bad is outweighing the good.

I thought the weather was changing, but we have gone back to frosty mornings and predictions of snow. I have so much work to do once the weather gets warmer. We need to take down one of my tallest of trees which makes me sad. But it is losing its large limbs every time we have a storm. The expert tells me it is suffering from root swell. That is when the roots are showing above the ground near the base of the tree. This tree has to be over 60 feet tall! If it did fall during a storm, it would crush my home in a minute. As it is now, the branches are falling into Kota’s huge enclosure. He won’t even go inside his enclosure anymore. The last limb, took out his gate.

Life goes on without Mike. I have passed our wedding anniversary this month and his birthday is in a few days. He would have been 81 years old. I get a sense that people around me want me to just move on. I believe I am getting to that stage where the grief doesn’t have the capability of stopping me in my tracks (no matter where I might be). But I am working on it. It has been three years, but it still feels like yesterday that he left us. Every time something goes wrong with the house or outside, I just wish that I had paid more attention to what he could do and how he did it: frozen pipes, flood in the house, well house roof collapsing, to name a few things that have gone on in his absence.

He was the type of man that was hard to work with on projects. He built a whole house in Alaska with his boys and no blueprints and no outside workers. The house was beautiful and he was simply amazing. I am being asked out, but I have no interest right now. The man is persistent (which I don’t find very charming). He has been a widower now for 10 years. I am just not to that point where I want to engage in dating. Besides, how do you date during a pandemic? All our theaters have been taken over by churches, restaurants are just now trying to open. Walking on the beach six feet apart with masks? How romantic can you get? LOL  So I am just home with my animals and working on my book.

The burn kitties are doing great. They are settling in and I have had offers to come and visit, but I am staying away. Let them have their new life without reminders of their old one. They deserve that. I haven’t heard anymore about Fearless Freddy peeing on things, so I hope that just like when he was here and he finally relaxed, he grew out of that behavior. Jess promised me she would never just put him outside or give him to someone, she would return him to me. So no news is good news.

I finally have gotten a vaccine appointment. I am so relieved. I go in on Tuesday to a local fairgrounds. I am told to bring my ID, my medical card, and a bottle of water. I am told I can prepare to stand in line up to 45 minutes maybe longer. I plan on taking Kota with me for this new adventure. They say, I will have to stay in a certain area for 30 minutes after the Pfizer shot to see if I have any reactions. My sister, who lives in Florida recently got her shots. But Florida is so unorganized when it comes to giving out shots, that her and Frank decided to drive to Georgia where they lived before for 15 years and that’s how they got their two injections! Something that should be so simple has been over-complicated by so many. The ones who need it the most, are either afraid to be vaccinated or aren’t able to figure out the system. Sad state of affairs. They tell me that once I do get the first shot, they will make an appointment for the follow-up dose.