I Love Hoarders

I don't watch much tv, but there's a new show on A & E that I've become addicted to this season. It's called "Hoarders." It's on at 9pm on Mondays, but I never get to watch it until later as my husband controls the tv. It gets recorded automatically, and I watch it whenever he's not around.

This morning the episode I saw was so sad it made me want to cry. Unfortunately that's because I could totally relate to the old couple who had let their love for animals destroy their lives. Other people dumped their cats at this home, and the old lady took them in. When Animal Control came in to clear out their house, they found over 40 living cats and over 30 dead ones. My goodness, it was horrible. The people had no idea they had so many, and didn't realize there were dead ones hidden in their house. It was terrrible.

Several of the live cats were so sick that Animal Control said they'd have to be put down. They didn't even look healthy when they were captured, but I don't understand why they couldn't be saved. It was heartbreaking. And the old couple felt like their family was being taken away from them. So sad. All they wanted was to provide a home for unwanted animals, and yet their good intentions resulted in a situation that was worse for the cats. And it certainly made living conditions for the couple unhealthy.

I guess the moral of the story is that there must be a fine line between doing good and doing harm. That applies to many things in life, and I hope I'm wise enough to see when that line is getting close.

Having Another Lovely Day

Hope you're having a lovely day. I am. Got very little sleep thanks to my cats, but feel pretty good this morning despite that. It's hard to get mad at the furballs since they keep me awake by cuddling and purring--although the 5-pounder (Kitty) spent much of the night laying on my chest, digging her tiny claws into my neck. THAT I could do without!

I feel so good today that I've decided to do errands and attend a Red Hat luncheon instead of cleaning the basement. I've put that off all week already, so one more day--or 2 or 3--isn't going to matter. :)
EDIT: Wahhh! I am a week early; they're going next Thursday, not today. Guess I'll clean the basement after all. :(

I took lots of pictures of our fawn yesterday but haven't uploaded them yet. If any are good, I'll post one later as a follow-up to the last post. That wasn't MY fawn, but mine is just as cute. He was chilling in the shade for several hours yesterday. At one point we had a stare-down contest; he won. Those guys sure know how to hold still, and I don't think they ever blink.

I had an adventure involving a deer on Saturday night. It convinced me that it is not my time to die...although one of the deer in the group that ran across the highway before and behind me was called to Deer Heaven by a tragic encounter with the guy driving right behind me. I drive a little Jaguar, and the first deer jumped right over the front of my car, staring at me through the windshield as he flew by. If I'd still had my minivan, we would both have been in big trouble. It always makes me sad when I see an animal killed in traffic, but this time I just felt grateful that I wasn't the one who was involved in the accident.

Well, I'm off to the laundry room. With my kids home for the summer, I never have clean towels. I have to wash some so I can get ready to go enjoy my lovely day.

Cats, Cats, Cats

I love all 4 of my cats. They each have a distinct personality, and I like different things about each of them.Smokey isn't in this picture, but Kitty, Maggie, and Tiger are napping on my bed.

Kitty is my favorite, mainly because I'm her favorite person. She barely tolerates everyone else, but cuddles with me whenever I sit down, and sleeps on my feet at night. I like being special. She's the gray and white cat in the southern part of the picture.

The little white splotchy cat on the left is Maggie. She is extremely shy and nervous. When she was a baby she cuddled with everyone, but now she runs and hides when anyone tries to touch her. However, once in a while she comes looking for me, climbs on my shoulder, and goes to sleep with her head under my chin. She has the most adorable squeaky voice I've ever heard.

Tiger is a pain in the you know what. He whines and gets in the way. He runs in front of me like he has to be first to where ever I'm going, and doesn't care if he has to trip me to do it. He sticks his paws in the toilet, chases all the other cats, plays hockey with the dog's food, and in general is annoying. Yet, his curiosity and playfulness make him irresistible.

Smokey is a huge Russian Blue, with the cutest voice a cat could have. He knocks on the door when he want in, waits his turn patiently at mealtime, usually acts dignified, and always lets the little cats push him around. He used to cuddle with me at bedtime, but since the kittens moved in he prefers to hang out with them instead of me. He adores my son Alex, and puts up with everyone else.

My dog, Buddy, is a sweetheart. He hasn't fully adjusted to having 4 cats in the house, but he endures their presence.