This is Kiero, who belonged to reader Christina. Kiero passed away unexpectedly last week and Christina and her husband are absolutely heartbroken. Their dog Leona is sad and shaken up as well, as Kiero was her best friend in the world. Christina and her husband are at a loss as to what they can do so that Kiero’s death wasn’t in vain and would love to ask for charitable donations in his name to help make another cat’s life better.
Christina said: The photo was taken this past Christmas. How he LOVED the fireplace and the Christmas tree. Thank you in advance, Robyn and thank you for all you do for so many homeless kitties.
If you’ve got some money to spare, it would be lovely if y’all would donate to Indianapolis Animal Care Services, where Kiero was adopted from. If you’ve got no money to spare, then I think good thoughts directed toward Christina and her husband and poor Leona would be much appreciated.
We had an interesting weekend. We’ve been looking at houses on Zillow – as you do – and Fred found one that’s an amazing price for the size, located in a neighborhood where he lived as a kid. We went out and drove by it on Saturday, and then drove back by it – and then pulled into the driveway and looked around. Then called the realtor to see if she could let us in. We were half in love with the house just because of the amazing gardens, and the house itself – though it needs a LOT of work – made us love it even more.
Fred posted the pictures in an album on Facebook – see them here.
We spent the ENTIRE weekend talking about this place, about the work that would need to be done. Both of us decided by Sunday morning that it would be insanity to buy the house at this point… and then spent all day Sunday talking about how we could do it.
I have no idea what will happen. Fred has a plan, and I am the wishiest of the washiest, so I don’t know. This is certainly the last thing we need to take on right now, but that’s certainly never stopped us.
(That garden though…)
PS: To answer the inevitable questions: We could have chickens as long as they were contained (would probably have to rehome the rooster, or send him off to freezer camp). I’ve already told Fred that there’s no way we’re moving into any house without an unbreachable fence in the back yard. And yes, we’re taking all the permanent residents with us* and will continue to foster kittens.
*Unless you’d like to take several of them? I mean, you can’t have Newt or Maxi, Kara or Joe Bob, Jake or Alice, Stefan, Dennis, Archie, Dewey or Frankie, but otherwise… oops. Sorry!
Frankie is doing well – Fred has gotten him to play a few times. Frankie likes feather teasers, as long as you don’t wave them over his head, and he likes it if you drag cords (like the ones from a sweatshirt) along the floor. Dewey is just DYING to be friends with him, though Frankie mostly swats at him if he gets too close. Dewey is persistent, though – I suspect he’ll win him over sooner or later!
When I was mentally rearranging the foster room before I painted it, I decided that the wall condo needed to come down. It’s a cool place for the kittens to hang out, but they like to get on top of it and then rather than use the steps on the wall to get down, they always leap from the top of the condo to the floor. In addition, while I liked the idea of having a “wall cat tree” that I wouldn’t have to move to clean under and behind, what I actually found out is that in a room as small as the foster room, it was limiting as far as what I could do in that room. So the wall cat tree came down.
The condo is so awesome, though, that we looked around for a place where we could hang it, and ended up putting it in the front room/TV room, near Fred’s recliner.
Dewey has claimed it as his own.
2016: No entry.
2015: “Seriously, lady. You’re a cat hoarder, right? You have like 138 cats out there?”
2014: Throwback Thursday: 2009.
2013: Some of them slept. Some of them gave me the stink eye.
2012: As soon as they hear me wake up and roll over in the morning, though, they’re all crawling on me, purring, and asking for love.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: It’s absolutely stunning what separating a couple of skittish kittens will do to their personality.
2008: No entry.
2007: We call him Popeye when he does this.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.