Month: January 2025

Keeps throwing herself into each moment, without worrying if there’s a tomorrow.

“When I was younger, we moved into a large, two-story home with the original front unit covered in brown shingles, which made it blend well into the environment.

The back portion was a more modern add-on with an additional room below and stairs that led up to an open office and a large bedroom with a beautiful bathroom and jacuzzi tub.

We first got our sassy brown tiger there, and then, our two Somali queen and ranger kittens.

We had small , yappy Papillon teenagers that were loving, competetive, and drove us all crazy – which seemed appropriate for a bustling, thriving family.

And as members of the local 4-H club, we had many varieties of standard to exotic chickens, and our first thriving garden that included young, fruit-bearing trees.

We lived on a large corner sandy lot with a big back yard, a huge elder pine right behind the house, and tall eucalyptus trees draping along the driveway.

There was also a several-nooked, partially enclosed front yard with a simple pond that we put in on the far left corner when looking out from the porch.

Our home’s entrance seemed to beckon and welcome, inviting friendly visitors to come stay and play with us awhile.

I loved seeking out and adding “magical” plants to the landscape, such as soft and fragrant groundcovering chamomile.

Eventually, we even had a family of crows bring their children to visit, and a pair of hawks nested their babies high above us.

It was a time and place for new beginnings as our children entered their teens, and I had so much hope for their having the brightest future.”

I got my boy.

(Thank you, Angels)

She hurt and needed, and it couldn’t be helped without the grounding of another tiger.

Little blessings.

I dreamed of beautiful black, sleek horses in a lush, green, sloping field dotted with tall, gracefully draping trees, and two big draft horses interacting with me, attempting to get me to let them leave their yard – whereupon their owner called out from his window to them to quit coercing me, and they retreated, flicking their tails and tossing their manes, as if laughing.

Then, I heard many kittens calling behind me in an overgrown field, and a woman and I gathered them all and their mother to give them sanctuary – with my finding one a little older accompanying them and wrapping its blue, short-furred with black tiger stripes lankiness into the comfort of my partially rolled up shirt, snuggled against me as if in a momma’s pouch.