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I Can’t Even…


Can someone tell me how this is even possible?!

One day I walk into the spare bedroom to find Penny giving birth in the corner and I blink my eyes and this has happened:

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I. Can’t. Even. Deal.

Have four and a half months really passed already? I refuse to believe it. This new house must be located in some sort of freaky time-space-continuum thingy that I’ll never understand. It has to be. Right?

Slow the frig down, would ‘ya, time?!


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Adventures in Kittenhood

So, two weeks ago, I walked into Penny‘s room and discovered her in the corner, giving birth right there on the floor! (So much for that birthing box…)! It’s been a crazy two weeks full of wonder and worry and change, and I’m still amazed that six beautiful kittens came out of tiny, little Penny. I was betting that she’d have three. Four at the most! I’m in love with each and every one of them and sit and observe them every chance I get. I know they’ll be all grown up before I know it, so I’m trying to cherish the few weeks that we’ll have with them here before it’s time for them to go to their new homes. Here’s a roundup of some photos from their first two weeks:

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One week old!

 

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Look at those peepers!

 

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Two weeks old!

 

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Stay tuned for more kitten updates! And if you haven’t already, be sure to check out our farm accounts on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter for more pics as well as news about our farm/sanctuary, Ahimsa Acres!

 

 


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We’re Having A Baby! Or Two… or Three… or Four…!

No, I’m not preggers, but this girl is!:

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Up until Sunday evening, Penelope — Penny for short and fka “Mama Cat” — was living in the yard of a friend of ours. Penny was obviously pregnant and our friend’s landlord was not too keen on having stray cats on his property, so he said she had to go. We’d initially said we would like to adopt Mama Cat after she had her babies, (I’d been jonesing for another house cat!) but we soon realized that we couldn’t wait that long. She needed to get off that property ASAP. So, with just minimal begging and pleading on my part (Anthony is really softening up, I must say!), we picked her up, set her up in our spare bedroom (now known as “the birthing suite”) and have been enjoying having her here ever since.

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We’re already so in love with her. She is one of the sweetest cats I’ve ever met! She’s extremely friendly and loves being pet, especially under her chin. She’s a tiny little lady and she never stops purring. Never! Even when I took her to the vet for an exam. She purred the whole time! Through temperature checks, blood draws and vaccinations!

We think she’ll be giving birth soon, so we’re keeping her safely secluded from our other pets for the time being so that when the time comes, she’ll be able to have her kittens in peace. We have no experience with cat birth, so we’re not quite sure what to expect! The vet said that, for the most part, Penny will take care of everything. We should only have to intervene if there’s a problem. We’re keeping our fingers crossed for a smooth delivery and can’t wait to see the babies! We’re planning on adopting out the kittens to loving homes (I am already dreading separating her babies from her 😦 ) but maybe I can schmooze my way into keeping just one… We’ll see!!

Stay tuned for updates and lots of cute baby pics!

Has anyone dealt with cat birth before? What have we gotten ourselves into?!


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Introducing…

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Last week, we welcomed our first residents to the farm!

While they weren’t exactly what we expected our first residents to be (we were thinking more along the lines of chickens or goats…), we’re happy that we were able to offer them a home. Sarah and Joseph are semi-feral siblings who were rescued as kittens, but who never quite adjusted to life inside. Their foster family of the last two years was running out of options as to what to do with them and ultimately decided that they’d be happier as outside cats. A mutual friend put us in touch and we offered to let them come here. Honestly, it was a no-brainer for us! (Especially when I found out they were grey cats — they are my absolute fave!!!) They will be our barn cats. Every barn needs one or two of those, right?!

Sarah arrived first and her brother arrived five days later, after he put up quite the fight to be wrangled up and vaccinated. They are still very scared, understandably, and will be spending another week or two safely enclosed in our hay room until they get acclimated, then they will have roam of the farm. They seem to be incredibly timid around people (hence the not-so-great photos) and we haven’t seen them too much (they’re eating, drinking and pooping, though, so I guess all is well!), so I’m not sure what our relationship with them will be like, but we know that sometimes, animals need a lot of time and space to blossom– we’ve seen that transformation with our own cat, Raven — and we’ll give them whatever they need to stay happy, healthy and safe.

We are happy that Sarah and Joseph are here and hope they will enjoy their new lives with us on the farm!

Stay tuned for more updates on Sarah and Joseph and more happenings on the farm!


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I Talk To Animals

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I talk to animals.

As a dog-walker/pet-sitter, it’s part of my job, actually.

Most of the time, it’s senseless banter — oohing and aahing over their cuteness, venting about this or that, or just talking to break the silence a bit. Sometimes, but not too often, the animals actually listen to me and once in a while, they even talk back.

. . .

I’ve always been drawn to animals. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been able to relate to animals better than I can relate to humans. People often comment on how good I am with animals and how they can really feel my passion when I’m around animals or speak of them. Some even joke that I’m a bit of an “animal whisperer.” I always tend to laugh off those remarks, though. I’m passionate about animals, yes, but an animal communicator? I don’t think so.

But not long ago, something happened that changed my thoughts about animals and how the lines of communication between us and them work.

I’d been working for a client, walking their three dogs, for almost three years when one of their dogs was diagnosed with cancer. He had surgery and was taking chemotherapy pills, but his prognosis was not good. I was saddened by the news, of course, but knowing dogs’ resilience, I hoped for much more time with my buddy. The months passed and his health seemed steady — you really couldn’t tell there was anything wrong with him. Then one day, about six months after his diagnosis, things started to change. He became slower and he seemed winded after even short walks. We modified his care needs to lessen the strain on his body, but his health continued to decline. He still seemed to have some zest for life left, though, and would use every bit of energy he had to get outside for a bit when I came for his walk. Eventually, his legs became so week, he had trouble standing and needed help getting up from the floor. A few days later, his breathing seemed different and I knew my time with him was growing short. Each time I visited with him, I wondered if it would be my last.

Then one day, I knew it was.

He couldn’t support himself at all anymore and was feeble and struggling. He’d lost the spark in his eye and looked uncomfortable and defeated. I sobbed as I carried him outside and laid him down in the grass. He couldn’t even stand to urinate, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him to be able to enjoy some time outside as he always had. He laid his head down in the grass and as a bright beam of sunlight hit his face, his eyes closed and a peaceful look washed over him. I actually thought he was passing away right then and there and quickly made sure he was still breathing.

He was.

After a few minutes like that, he seemed ready to go back inside, so I carried him in and sat with him for a while. Stroking his beautiful, long fur and telling him, through sobs, that I loved him and that it was okay for him to leave. I told him that I knew he didn’t feel well and that he was worried about his owners and the two other dogs in the house, but that it was okay. I told him everyone would miss him, but that no one wanted to see him suffering any longer. I asked him to go on his own so that his owners didn’t have to make the decision to let him go. I told him all these things, kissed him, pulled myself together and headed out. I knew that would be the last time I’d see him.

Sure enough, later that night, I received word that he had passed on his own, at home.

Was it just coincidence that he passed that night, after I had had that long one-on-one with him? Maybe. “Probably”, I tell myself. But a part of me thinks that maybe it wasn’t. I can’t seem to erase from my mind the signs that he gave me that day. They struck me as so profound and I think that was his way of acknowledging all I had done for him and thanking me for all the fun memories we’d made during our three years together. It was like his final farewell to me.

I used to think that animals listened, to an extent, to the words we speak, but after this incident, I realize that the connections we have with them and the ability for them to send and receive messages is greater than I could imagine. I picked up a book recently at a thrift shop, Learning Their Language, by renowned intuitive communicator, author and teacher, Marta Williams, in which Williams instructs readers on how to get in touch with the intuitive side that lives within each of us to connect with animals and nature in ways we never imagined we could. I don’t think it’s something you really understand, or even believe in, though, until you experience it for yourself. After my experience, I am definitely a believer and I now approach each interaction I have with animals with new appreciation and receptiveness. Maybe I really am an animal whisperer, after all.

Do you believe animals communicate with us? Have you ever received or sent messages from or to an animal? 


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Black Cats are For Witches

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Black cats are for witches.

And by witches, I mean “women.”

Or “financially independent persons.”

Or “someone who is married with no children.”

Or “someone who is married with many children.”

Or “someone who has a birthmark.”

Or, well… I think you get it. The list of reasons that would classify someone as a witch (in 1692, at least) are just about as bogus as the belief that black cats bring bad luck or that they’re somehow connected to witchcraft or devil-worship.

The truth is, black cats are the same as grey cats, orange cats, calico cats, tabby cats and even bald cats. Cats are cats. Sadly though, a lot of people let their superstitious sides take over, causing them to shy away from black cats (and black dogs, too) when choosing a new pet. It’s called Black Dog (or Cat) Syndrome and it’s a real thing.

And a serious thing.

A life or death thing. Black dogs and cats are often the longest residents in shelters and rescue groups which means — yep, you guessed it — they’re usually the first to be euthanized to make space. All because of the color of their fur. Come on, people, are we really still thinking with such narrow-mindedness in today’s day in age? I don’t get it.

Black cats make great pets. I have one of my own and while I admit I’ve been completely and utterly spellbound by her beauty, feisty personality and silky fur, she has not cast any evil upon me. Well, you know… Not anything above and beyond the usual jerkiness that felines tend to exude.

So, here’s a challenge for you all. The next time you’re looking to add a new furry member to the family, go to your local animal shelter and ask to see the black cats first. Or the black dogs. I dare you not to fall in love with one of them.

Oh, but Halloween is next week, so you’d better wait until mid-November since shelters are leery to adopt out black cats too close to Halloween since apparently, some sickos try to adopt black cats near Halloween and then torture them or use them in ritual sacrifices. Nice, huh? I can’t stand people, most of the time sometimes!

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Who has loved a black cat?! Tell me about him/her!