Moving On

Skittles Update.

She has grown to be the buddy we never knew we needed. Hubby even plays with her and picks her up. When he has her in his arms, I can hear her purr down the hall. She loves her daddy so much. She has an addiction to bags and will climb into any bag that comes into the house- never mind that it belongs to a stranger or that it is full.

She loves to watch us from a bag.

My cats are part of my life and are very important to me. So of course they have to have a page devoted to them.

Sadly we lost both Clio and Dayton within months of each other. Clio had a cancer in her jaw bone and Dayton kidneys gave up on him. It was so sad and hard on us. We really miss them still even though a new kitten arrived in our lives just months later. She tries really hard to make up for both of her predecessors. Her personality sure is big enough. She came to us as a kitten and I had never had a kitten before, always my new cats were adults. I may never be brave enough to have a kitten again! They can be fearless and get into EVERYTHING! After 19 months in our  home, she has slowed down a bit, but she still has to play or eat anything she finds on the floor or anywhere else. I have just now started letting her sleep with us instead of shutting our door at night.

Skittles as a kitten, just weeks after we got her.

Dayton in his basket

Our new kitty added to the household January 27, 2014

Precious Demona

Demona went to her forever home last summer and had  a few months of being pampered and being the queen of the house before she passed away. We will miss her.

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On March 28, 2016, Clio passed away. She had been ill all winter and put up the good fight. She won against dehydration, being in ICU at the vet’s for four days, and against pancreatitis. She was really starting to get better. But the bone cancer in her jaw bone did not relent and eventually she could not fight anymore. Hubby and I were feeding her via syringe twice a day and giving her water the same time. Trying to help her. But there was no cure for the cancer.

It was a very hard time for us and our sorrow still lingers. For her last month or two, I kept her in my lap as much as possible. That was were she wanted to be and I wanted her there as well. I miss that fiesty girl. Here is one of the last pictures I took of her. You can barely see where her arm was shaved at the vet. She is laying in my lap on top of what I was working on. She always knew that she came first and would not let anything in my lap get in her way.