Had a very quiet and simple Valentine’s day with my beloved and furkids. Then tonight we went out to the Pershing Community Club on post and had a five course dinner. They had it last year too and it was delish so I have been looking forward to it ever since. Now, here I sit in a food coma not wanting to move and thinking to myself “Oh, crap.. I haven’t scanned any new pictures like I said I would!” Procrastination… it’s becoming a bad, bad habit. I found a small album that has pages of pictures of just places. It looks like it was taken on a trip and there are explanations written on them but its just of places, no people. My uncle traveled a lot so I’m guessing they were his pictures. You’ll see when I post them, they are interesting in their own odd way.
I also got an email reminder that my sister’s birthday is in one week. FTD has sent me that reminder for years now and I just can’t cancel it, yet. I’ve been thinking of doing something in her honor for her birthday… something she would do if she was still here. Maybe a donation in her name to http://rabbit.org/ She loved her bunnies. Right after our mom passed away she went right out and got herself some rabbits, and not just two… several. Like, too many. Mom didn’t want to have any pets in the house except for her cat Tigger.
Oh, Tigger… I need to find a photo of him. There was a house down the street that had stray cats and kittens everywhere. EVERYWHERE. I clearly remember the house being in crap shape but people lived in it. They were nice but somehow their population of cats had gotten out of control. My friends and I would ride our bikes by the house and see all those cats and kittens that would promptly scatter every which way when we got too close. ALL of them were feral. One day one of the people that lived there came out and told us that if we could catch a kitten we could keep it. I was 12 years old and wanted one of those kittens badly so I went home and asked my mom if I could have one. “NO” she said. No reason given, just no. So I went and got a kitten anyway. Hey, I didn’t see any logic in mom’s decision and therefore in my pre teen mind it must be wrong. At first I thought I would keep my newly acquired semi feral kitten in my outside playhouse. I would leave food and water down in there and he would come and go as he pleased with my mother none the wiser. That lasted maybe a week, one day I came home from school and I was asked about the orange kitten that kept jumping in and out of my playhouse. She was angry for a while and would tell me “That cat needs to go to the pound, we aren’t keeping it!” Eventually Tigger found his place in her heart and slowly he became my mom’s after I moved out. After that Tigger became the excuse for no other animals coming into the house. “No, because it would upset Tigger” she would say as if Tigger was a tender soul. Hah! I saw that cat jump onto a Golden Retriever’s back and ride it like a cowboy just for it barking at him. He could have easily handled his own, but mom was a creature of habit and her habit of saying “NO” to any new animals in the home stayed firm right up until she passed away. Tigger lived to the ripe old age of 19 and I had the task of taking him in for his final vet visit a few months after mom passed. After that, Cindi went rabbit crazy. I think at one time she had 7 or 9 rabbits and she loved them all dearly. Her rabbits.. and her neighborhood squirrels. Loves of her life. Yep, I think a donation in her name would be perfect!
With that being said here are some more of the cute flufflings that I had the pleasure of helping at the vet I worked at overseas.