This year I have had several changes in my life in the pet world..
Last November 17, my fur baby Buttons had to be put down because of his declining health. I grieved but I needed a pet companion so I adopted a cat late last year from the animal shelter who I didn't know was so sick. She had ringworm and sarcoptic mange which she gave me both. At the beginning of the year I had to clean my whole house from top to bottom, twice, due to those incidents. ...which also means cleaning every single clothing and linen in my entire house. I was so exhausted.
Then my health was being compromised due to the cat so I gave her to a friend who wanted to keep her in spite of (and help her with) all her health issues. I ended up with another beautiful and very talented cat but he missed his owners so much that he cried loudly which increased my headaches to migraines. So I sadly had to return him.
Then I was given a cat in April who I now call my fur baby. Little Gracie is such a delight and her silly antics keep me laughing. I've had her for 7 months now and she finds ways to get my attention. She has given me a love bite in the buttox (lol) to opening my cabinet doors just to get my attention if she wants to eat or for me to pet her. I have woken up to her laying soundly asleep on my tummy and sometimes I wake up to her outstretched on my hip when I'm on my side. She has licked my arm with her sandpaper tongue and pulls at my hair with her tiny teeth.
She also has a way of communicating as she is very vocal but her cute, yet quite voice brings laughter to my ears and heart. Don't let her cuteness get you though, she tends to put her teeth softly around my wrist as to tell me when she's done needing petted or she just wants to be left alone. My former cat, Buttons, didn't have any teeth so I forgot what love bites and warnings felt like. Lol
It has now been a year that Buttons has been gone and I sure miss that little toothless, 20 year old Fur Baby (or should I call him Grandpaw. He was around 96 years old in feline years). Yet if I didn't let him go, I would have never had a chance to meet my little 3 1/2 year old Gracie who we share the same birthday.... (oh by the way, before I changed Gracie's name, it was Ethel and her sister's name is Lucy which is funny because sometimes I feel like Lucy and Ethel when I get in my silly moods). Gracie is such a delight and I'm grateful that she is my pet companion after all I had to go through with the pet changes.
Signing off,
The mother of Ethel Magillicutty a.k.a Gracie
