Caturday Saturday #4

I don't know if there is a proper name for this picture but I call it, Princess and the Pea.

12 Days of Christmas - Day 7 ( Traditional )

 Seven swans a swimming. These beautiful and graceful birds represent the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit.

.Wisdom

. Understanding 

.Counsel

. Fortitude 

. Knowledge 

. Piety 

.Fear of the  Lord 

Tea for Tuesday #24

 Swan teapots. More artistic than practical but sometimes that is what we like.

 I wish I knew where they are from, besides  Pinterest,so I can give proper credit. The last two are , according to the post there, AI. Still lovely.

12 Days of Christmas - Day 3 ( Traditional )

 Three French Hens representing faith, hope, and love (  charity ).

12 Days of Christmas - Day 2 ( Traditional )

   Two turtle doves 

12 Days of Christmas - Day 1 ( Traditional)

 

Partridge in a Pear Tree 

Advent Calendar 2025 - December 23rd

 Lovely winter illustration of a spectacular horse and a woman. Her profile reminds me of Katherine Hepburn.

Advent Calendar 2025- December 22nd

 I do not know the title of the piece, but Lucy Grossmith is the artist. 

 It reminds me of animals doing their last minute Christmas preparations.

Winter Solstice 2025

 

Galahad Gets Ready for Christmas - Cosy ASMR Animation

 This is a charming ASMR video of Galahad the Fox hosting a quiet Christmas get together.  It reminds me of Stop Motion animation. But I think it's AI.

Advent Calendar 2025- December 13th

 

A white deer from the Other side. What message does he bring for Advent?

Advent Calendar 2025- December 4th

  A beautiful Christmas rabbit for the fourth day of Advent. 🐇

Should have made this for the first day of Advent. Rabbit. Rabbit. Rabbit.

Meet Spooky

Back in March of 2011  when I was starting to muddle my way through the blogsphere, still feel like it at times, and did my second post ,I told you that this blogs name was in honor of my cat that looks like a Russian Blue and who is not quite happily laying on me at this moment because I am typing and not petting him. I said then that I didn't have any pictures of him  I am here to say that can now be rectified. His name is Spooky and he is seven this year. His nickname is Boo Boo or Spooky Boo Boo. So without further adieu here is my Spooky Boo Boo:

Find Jack!

This is to help a Twitter/Facebook friend Angie Long in Alabama. Last Saturday her dog jack went missing off of her front yard on Joe Killough Road near the town of Honoraville, Alabama. His mama Seabee and Jack's human parents, Angie being his human mama, miss him and are really worried about Jack.

So if you see Jack and/or know where he is please let his family in Alabama know. Angie's blog. Jack is precious and  a little bit bigger now than in the picture.

  The dynamics of my family changed again today. When my Mom died 10 years ago was the first time it changed and today my 18 year old cat, Sweetie, died. Now some may find this absolutely ridiculous but you need to understand Sweetie had been around for almost half of my lifetime. He was just always there and now that he is gone, the family vibe feels weird.


  About two weeks ago I had found a big mass on Sweetie just in front of his left hip. No I did not take him to the vet because it was more than likely cancer ( he lost two of his sisters to cancer ) and at his age and the fact that he had lost a lot of weight over the past year I was worried he wouldn't survive the anesthesia. So it became a case of letting him have a good quality of life for as long as possible and he did until late Friday afternoon. It was then decided that Monday ( today ) that he would be taken to the vet and be taken care of, but that didn't happen. At sometime after 4 o'clock this morning I got up to check on Sweetie and found him under an end table with his head in an empty wicker wastebasket. I couldn't rouse him and I didn't feel his chest going up and down so, of course, I'm going he's dead. Scratch that thought. Wasn't yet time to pull the shroud over him, but it wasn't far off. So, I sat with him and tried to make him as comfortable as I could : held his head in my hand to elevate it for him when the breathing got to be difficult at times and when that had eased I put his head on a folded towel to use as a pillow. I would check Sweetie's breathing with my hand on his chest every so often; one of the times I didn't feel his breath but I could feel his heart still beating and maybe a couple of minutes later I checked again and that was it...no heartbeat. So that was a little after 6 o'clock and this time I did pull the shroud over him by wrapping him in a towel and putting him in a box on top of my drier until daylight came so he could be buried.

Sweetie in happier times a two springs ago.

  That was his death, now let me tall you a little bit about his life. He was born in May of 1994 after midnight and I was there for the hand-off of Sweetie and his siblings. They all had to be bottle fed every two hours because their mother didn't have enough milk. We started with milk then moved onto baby rice and milk and then baby food meat and milk then plates of baby food meat and to finally cat food. Yes, it was work but it was out of love but it was done out of love so it only makes sense.

  As Sweetie and his brother that looked like him, except for the crooked tail, C.C. grew they were the ones that tore up the wallpaper behind my toilet tank. When Sweetie would go outside after it had rained and he would find a mud puddle and go play in it and he would have muddy water from his paws to his chest . Trust me getting a white cat unmuddied is not an easy task. He loved people tuna, especially the albacore and would get some of what was at the bottom of the can and he taught the other cats that have gone before him and those still here to enjoy it, but now it is plain tuna in water.

What else? Oh, he LOVED to be brushed. Actually he got in my lap last night and let me brush him and I'm happy for that time.

  So that is how my day started and the emptiness that is now here will never be filled by any of my other cats. Yes I do lve them, but they're not Sweetie. He was a VERY special cat and I love and will always miss him.