Thursday, December 31, 2009
This fat little kitty is named Sophie. Though Sophie is on diet food, she's still gaining weight. This is probably because she has three siblings, and likes to eat their food when bowls are unguarded. No food is left unvacuumed. Cubby Sophie waddles when she walks!
This is Sophie's brother, Elvis. Elvis is the official greeter of this home. When I arrive, he's always at the door to usher me in. He likes to rub the back of my head with his face when I sit on the sofa. He's a friendly kitty.
The third member of this feline family is Cali. As you can see, Cali only has one ear. The removed ear used to bend like a Scottish Fold's, and was always getting infected, so the vet removed the bend. She doesn't seem to mind.
Nadia is number four. She's a shy kitty who always has the look of impending doom. Though disappointed by previous world ending events, she's holding great promise for 2012.
Monday, December 28, 2009
This is Kittyman snoozing. He's a diabetic cat that has to tolerate insulin injections twice a day. Fortunately, he enjoys his food, so while he eats I give him his shot really quick before he realizes what's happening.
Kittyman has a brother named Flash. Though Flash is not diabetic, he does take Prozac. I tell Flash I'm going to take his Prozac myself soon! The Prozac comes in tiny pills that need to be cut in quarters. After cutting the pills into bits, I smash them up to a fine powder that hopefully Flash won't notice in his food. If Flash knows the Prozac is there, he won't eat his food. In his picture, you'll see he ate his meal! This fine little kitty needs to take Prozac so he'll remain calm around his brother and won't pee on the furniture. The Prozac helps a lot.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
For those of you thinking of adopting a dog this coming year, it's a good idea to do some research. Many dog books only tell the best breed traits, ignoring any speedbumps or difficulties you may encounter along the way. Since not every breed may be right for your family or home, finding information about your potential family member could save at lot of heartbreak and disappointment. Also, don't adopt a dog just because you've seen the breed on the movie screen or television and think it's cute. Disney's 101 Dalmatians is a case in point. An awful lot of Dalmatians found themselves in shelters when their families couldn't handle the energy level and training needs of their new pet. One way of learning about the different breeds is finding a well written book. The Good, the Bad, and the Furry by Sam Stall is a fun book that tells not only the pros, but also the cons, of many breeds available. For example, the Collie is described as smart and great around kids, but also reserved and very sensitive. Mr. Stall tells you this in a funny and entertaining way that I'm sure you'd enjoy and find very informative.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
I found an interesting article about the possible burial place of the original Santa Claus we all know and love. That would be St. Nicholas, the Bishop of Lycia, who was born in the city of Myra in what is now modern day Turkey. Was the philanthropist responsible for giving aid (often gold) to the poor and sick ultimately interred at the Basilica di San Nicola in Bari, Italy, or at the Jerpoint Abbey in County Kilkenny, Ireland. One theory holds that Italian sailors moved the saint's remains to Buri when Seljuk Turks attacked the city of Myra in the eleventh century. Alternately, the Irish historian Philip Lynch believes a family of French crusaders named de Frainet rescued St. Nick's remains instead. So how did Nicholas' finally reside in Ireland? According to Lynch, though the de Frainets moved the saint to Beri, constant political upheavals required poor Nicholas' remains being shifted to France and finally to Ireland. There IS a tomb in Ireland picturing a bishop surrounded by three gold bags. Gold, after all, was a favorite gift to the poor by the generous St. Nicholas. To see the article click HERE.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
This is Petals the Wheaten Terrier. Yes, believe it or not, she does have eyes! Petals grew up in a professional show kennel where she didn't get enough socialization towards people. As a consequence, she doesn't understand strangers she meets while walking, or in her home. Her mom's dream is Petals being trained to the point where parties can be held in her home without upsets and chaos. Fortunately, Petals doesn't mind me. I'm actually staying in Petals' home over the Christmas holidays. Her family is taking a trip to Africa and doesn't want Petals staying at a boarding kennel. She really is a great little girl who's never any trouble at all.
Friday, December 18, 2009
The white stag is a lovely creature of myth found in many cultures. It appears in the story of King Arthur's Court, driving the knights to many adventures. In Celtic myth, it warned the "otherworld" was just around the corner. The Christians' believed the white stag symbolized Christ, much like it's cousin, the unicorn of similar power. The color white denoted purity. The white stag also stood for the sun, and hey, doesn't Santa have eight (or nine) flying reindeer? Maybe they should be white!
Recently, an actual white stag was seen and photographed in the forests of Gloucestershire, England. Click here for the newspaper article, and a picture or two, of a modern white stag.
Here's another link about the worldwide mythology of this fabulous beastie. There's even a little something about Rudolph!
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
As I mentioned before, I am fond of anything medieval. I'm drawn to the art and history of that time period. While wandering the web, I found a site that sells actual rings from the medieval era and even earlier. The rings are interesting, but very expensive. In my next life, I need to be independently wealthy.
Monday, December 14, 2009
My cat, Madison, now has his own page on a site called Catster. If you're interested in cats, I recommend checking Catster out. Madison even has a diary where he "writes" his day to day troubles and joys. Sometimes, I really think I need to get a life!
Click the above link to visit Madison's page. Scroll to the bottom to read his diary, and be sure to leave him a treat. He loves treats.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Last weekend I went to the Taunton Flea Market in Taunton, Ma. The market, in an unstable old mill building, looked capable of collapsing if sneezed or coughed at. Though only opened a few months ago, there were many vendors selling their wares. There were antiques, new and vintage jewelry, items from Morocco, tires, pictures to hang on the wall, paper stuff, and anything else you may want in a fit of insanity. There was even a man who made musical instruments. Here's a photo of some of the things I bought to sell in my shop space.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Lucifer is a beautiful Maine Coon who can live up to his name. Not only quite cranky when not getting his own way, he thinks my legs are scratching posts. As soon as I sit down, Lucifer will meander over and exercise his claws on my knee caps. This can be painful.
Friday, December 11, 2009
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Friday, December 4, 2009
In honor of the holiday season, I'm including my recipe for banana bread. Though I avoid baking whenever possible, this bread doesn't really count since it's made in a bread machine. My machine is named Sally Sunbeam, an energetic young lady who whips up all kinds of goodies with uncomplaining enthusiasm. The recipe came from allrecipes.com.
Banana Bread - Quick Bread for Machines
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
3/4 cup white sugar
3 tablespoons vegetable oil
2 bananas, peeled and halved lengthwise
1. Place ingredients in the pan of the bread machine.
2. Select the dough setting, and press Start. Mix the bread for 3 to 5 minutes until the bananas are mashed and all ingredients are thoroughly combined. If necessary, use a rubber spatula to push the dough from the sides of the bread pan. When 3 to 5 minutes have passed on the clock display, press Stop. Do not continue mixing. Smooth out the top of the loaf with the rubber spatula.
3. Select the Bake setting, and press Start. The Bake cycle time may vary with machines, but should be about 50 minutes. To test the bread for doneness, insert a toothpick into the center top. If there is dough on the toothpick, reset the machine on Bake and continue to bake an additional 10 to 15 minutes. Remove the pan from the machine, but allow the bread to remain in the pan for ten minutes. Remove the bread to cool completely on a wire rack.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
This is Max. That's short for Maxwell, or as I like to say, Maxwell Smart. He's a Border Collie with a VERY strong herding instinct. When a car passes, he flops down on his belly and gives it the Collie "eye." He's also very sensitive, turning his head to watch me as we walk along the streets of Providence's east side.
Max has a sister named Sabrina. In contrast to Max, Sabrina is a hardheaded little Bichon who wants to do what she wants to do, when she wants to do it, no questions asked. She's a good deal older than Max and has developed cataracts. She also hates the rain. If it's raining, she gets under the kitchen table, requiring my crawling after her to attach her leash. As soon as the leash is attached, she suddenly comes out from under as if nothing at all were wrong.
One of my services as a pet sitter is making sure the trash is taken out and brought in on the right day. Providence now requires all trash cans and recycling bins to be put out whether there's trash in them or not. Also, the large trash can has to stay outside, even though it's been emptied, or the recycling truck won't pick up the paper and cans. The city is talking about fines if you don't comply. Is it me, or is that crazy? It sounds like just another devious way for the city to make money. But hey, what do I know!
Sunday, November 29, 2009
A week of so ago, I went to an auction in Lincoln, Rhode Island. It was held in a strange flat top building that seemed comprised only of a basement with no first or second floor. Did they run out of money before they could finish it?! It's very uniqueness made the building easy to find. Inside were tables full of old, new, and middle items waiting to be sold. Since I arrived way too early, I had plenty of time to look the things over. There were old tables, awful pictures with good frames, craft books, vintage jewelry (that never did get auctioned), huge kitchen bowls and a set of antlers or two. Most of the things went for a song. This was only my third auction, and I sat frozen, unable to bid, worried about spending money on stuff that might not resell at the shop. What would I do with a giant mixing bowl when I rarely bake? Though I liked the picture of the scowling lady, did I really want her hanging on my wall? I finally bid on, and won, a pair of green retro lamps with cool shades. When I got them home, and plugged them in, they even worked as nature and a Chinese factory intended. They are currently sitting in my consignment store space waiting for someone to buy them. The jewelry was never auctioned off, as people were holding out for the cheapest price, and the auctioneer wouldn't let it go for such miserly bids.
Here's a really bad picture of my retro lamps.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
This is Buddy. After several years of caring for Buddy and his companions, I'll no longer be visiting due to their faraway move. I was first hired to sit when the man upstairs proved untrustworthy in caring for the family cats. It was another case of no food or water for at least a week. I'll miss them all very much.