Going Out of Business

When I started this blog I had in my care two dogs, two fish, two rats, and two cats. The blogs namesake came from the menagerie that I was feeding, training, and using as tools in my classroom. I really love animals, and I've been sad to see each pair leave to find new homes and caregivers.
If you ask any person who knows me, they'll tell about not only my affinity for animals, but for felines in particular. I borderline crazy cat lady in my adoration for cats, in fact, had I not met Jeff, I feel that I may have been an excellent candidate for curlers, a walker, and a fuzzy pink robe someday.

With that being said, Jeff is quite the opposite. He puts up with the cats, sure, but in reality is incredibly allergic to just about everything about him. When I'm not shoving claritin down his throat, I'm listening to him hack up fur balls or scratch his eyes nearly out of his head. I've considered the situation ever since I first met him ( I clearly liked him a lot more than he liked me right off the bat), and knew that it was always going to be a possibility that I may have to find new homes for the two fiesty felines I call my own.

So he were we stand today: One siamese kitty boy, and one fancy tuxedo cat in need of tender rehoming. I'm really not comfortable dropping them off at the shelter because neither of them are kittens anymore, so would you be so kind as to help me start scouting for loving homes for these to? They go great together, but will survive just fine split up. Here's a little information that might help you and I in looking for great matches:

Skippy is a fantastic cat. He's just over a year old, beautiful, and smart. He loves anybody and everyone that will pet him, and is always in need of more love than anyone could hope to give him in one day. He's going to do great in a home with kids or someone who may be home a lot. I personally think he'd do fine with a dog, but I think he'd have to be exposed to them as a puppy.

Milo is an older cat. He's soft and quirky, and really likes to do his own thing. He loves to be petted on his own terms, but doesn't care to be picked up. He's a pretty low maintenance  cat, and really just wants to go about his business with occasional cuddle time and love from whomever he's around. He has a hard time adjusting to new animals and kids, but he eventually comes around to at least tolerating the other party. He's never bitten anyone, and only scratches really when he's trying to jump away. I'd suggest him going to someone with a quieter lifestyle and older to adult kids and people.


I really hate to see these two go, but I'd rather see Jeff be able to breathe comfortably in his own living space. Please help me out in finding these two sweet things find a new family!


THANK YOU!

This Pretty Much Sums Up My Summer So Far

When you have nothing nice to say

I'm not going to lie. I haven't written lately because I don't have a positive spin to put on things as of late. Work has been a trial, and takes a lot of physical and emotional energy. Have no fear - I shall be back to my perky self in no time!
Smile!



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Thank you mr. President

Happy presidents day everyone! I don't know about you, but
I'm lucky enough to enjoy this snow drifting day off from work and in the cozy confines of my dear little home in the making. Origionally a good friend was meant to visit for the day, but old man winter put a stop to that. I wish her a safe and cozy afternoon inspite of our foiled plotting.
SJ came home today after a two night stay at Banfield for his neutering and declawing. The loopy kitten is readjusting with the new rules we have to follow for the next week and a half. His new collar is the least of his favorite in that list.





Inspite of hist discomfort we have spent the majority of the day snuggled on the couch watching quiet movies, watching children sled down the hill outside the window, and watching the flurries erase the evidence of their fun.
I'm also finally getting back to my reading list. Currently tackling some Alexander Dumas, a favorite author, on the kindle. All in all, lazy days are truly fantastic when done right.


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Snug as a Bug in a Rug

What a winter we have had so far! Apparently it's record breaking in some areas of the country, and we certainly are getting a bit of it here in Kentucky. Lucky for me, I'm a teacher and therefore enjoy the privilege of snow days! That's right, I get to enjoy the season with rose-tinted glasses, hot coca, pajamas, and furry purry cuddle piles on the bed.

Speaking of the felines in my life, all is transitioning well in our small little nook of an apartment. Repairs and painting has been going on for the last few days, and the two of them have been working very hard to stay out of peoples way. As hard as they try, they are still mischievous creatures at heart, and always manage to leave their mark wherever you look.

 

Unpacking of non essentials has begun and has been making progress thanks two the extra days off. Everything is officially moved in. Books are on shelves, and art is starting to appear on walls! I'm starting to love the place a little more each day, and bit by bit it's look less like a sterile non-descript environment and more like a home inhabited by someone you'd like to meet. Or, at least I hope so. :) 

So, if you find yourself kicking at the ground with nothing pressing to do, feel free to stop by, stroke my ego and comment on the place, and give me an opportunity for human interaction. I'll be waiting... non - desperately, of course.

The Story of SkippyJon

Okay. There are a few bits of general knowledge that everyone should know about the author of this amature blog. The first is that I'm a teacher. The second, is that I've had an undying love of children's literature that started at a very young age and has only grown stronger as the years have passed and my experience has increased.
I first was aquainted with SkippyJon Jones in Bowling Green a couple years ago as a student assistant in the public library. At the time, the branch I worked in was a beautiful old train depot that had been converted into a library and event hall. In my romantic little mind, this was the most perfect job I have ever had. In my job, I got the priveledge of previewing  books before patrons did, and had spent many an hour shelving book after book. With all that time and books in my hands, I absorbed so much knowledge and constantly discovered new favorites. One of them happened to be a clever series of books about a young siamese kitten who mistook himself for a chihuahua and embarked on several quippy and hillarilously written adventures. It's a great read aloud series, extremely loveable, and undeniably cute. I myself developed a small pension for siamese cats.
Time went on, I finished college and started my first job. Of COURSE one of the first read alouds I ever did for them was of my favorite literary gato. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted a little kitten of my own, but my current roommates were hard core dog lovers and felines were strictly out of the question. Just as my hopes were to be dashed, fate took a step of intervention on my behalf and provided me an opportunity to move, and meet the furball of my dreams.
An aquaintance of mine happened to know someone that had taken in a litter of siamese cats and their mother. Apparently the breeder was going to put them down because they had developed a rather nasty case of unchecked ring worm ( google it, it's totally non lethal), because they were no longer worth anything to them. She took the initiative to start medical care for the crew and soon they started to get their health back. She couldn't take care of them all, and so I was offered one at a muy muy cheap price ( to cover medical costs). A couple visists to the vet, and skin wipes later, the little fluffernutter is in perfect health, all his hair is grown back and not a single flake is to be found. He's my little rescue kitty, and the entertainment of the household.

Moral of the story? Read SkippyJon Jones, then come visit the real thing...and bring cupcakes.

An Apple a Day....

SJ is growing fast and hard! Every day he manages to find something new to get into, something else to hide in the black hole vortex of kitty knows where, or another way to rope the other cats into playing with him. As frustrating as his toddler period is, he's still the most affectionate and adorable creature on Earth, and has a melting effect that gets him out of trouble with out fail each and every time.

This past weekend we went to the vet for his booster vaccinations and check up. The first two times we had been were easygoing and he seemed to handle the situation with a little uncertainty but nothing worse. This time was another ball game. The smart and ever alert Skipito was on his guard this time, after the pokes of the last visit and was not about to let them do the same thing without a small protest. In the end he conceded and we were on our way out almost unscathed. Just as we were getting to go, however, the poor dear got sick, reacting to the dewormer. He ended up having to hang out for a few more hours, get a few more unwanted shots, and them exhausted, went home. I was supposed to follow up with baby benadryl twice a day for the next two days... this was what resulted after the first dose. Needless to say, that was the first and only.