tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41115305211541848822024-02-19T08:00:23.962-08:00Adventures of Enid and HesterKarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111530521154184882.post-58161298389338942152012-02-12T10:36:00.000-08:002015-08-18T09:30:13.340-07:00My favorite picture of EnidSince we last made an official post we have acquired a roommate. The Roommate quickly came to the conclusion that Hester has claimed me and only me. Warning to all visitors never approach me when Hester is around me....PERIOD.<br />
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Any-hoooo that got me thinking that Enid doesn't get nearly enough face, play and love time. I try very hard to give her just as much attention as possible but Hester is right there in her place. SOOOOO I wish to share my favorite picture of Enid when she was a kitten.<br />
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Enid: I am an exceptional huntress. I can even talk with a glitterball in my mouth. There isn't a glitterball in this house that I haven't conquered!<br />
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Note about the glitterball that she is carrying. We still have it but it is the "nattiest" looking glitterball with no glitter left. I tried to trash it and Enid being the huntress fished it out of the garbage.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111530521154184882.post-40056593772411990062012-02-02T08:08:00.000-08:002012-02-02T08:08:35.436-08:00A resolution!I hope to post pictures at least once a month of the girls and update the blog. Now we all know it starts with the best of intentions...if I fall behind feel free to poke me!!! Or at least make Enid give me one of these looks.<br />
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And let me add - I hate PC's. This picture was rotated correctly and when I load it into stuff it rotates wrongly. Give me my Mac anyday! However with that said, I know many people love their PC. Great but it ain't for me!!!Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111530521154184882.post-39859178937778464422011-06-08T16:56:00.000-07:002011-06-08T16:56:16.224-07:00Sigh. Hester!!!!!!This morning while getting ready for work Hester decided to climb into the bathroom cabinet. This is a normal occurrence in the morning. Both Enid and Hester will fight over drawer space and who can steal the most Q-tips. However, when I installed this cabinet we had to cut a hole in the base since it had to go over the pipes (1940s house with quirks). It is hole of approximately 12 inches by 4 inches. Need I explain what happened next?!<br />
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Hester wormed her way into the hole and under the cabinet while I was drying my hair. It totally looked like she couldn't get out so I promptly called my father for help. While waiting the (longest) 30 minutes for my father I dug out my "craft saw"to start cutting a new and bigger hole for Hester. She was purring and making biscuits the whole time with the occasional attempts to get out of the pickle she had gotten herself into.<br />
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Thankfully my father shows up, pops his head over the counter door and out pops Hester from the hole. It was like watching the birth of a kitten from my bathroom cabinet. First comment out of my father was "We (my mother and him) don't understand how you can be so rational and logical about things in life EXCEPT when it comes to these cats!!! She got in, she can get out don't you know!"<br />
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Project for this weekend is eliminating the hole problem. AND here my vet told Hester was overweight (both got a clean bill of heath). Bah! Now, Enid on the other hand.....<br />
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Enid: HEY! <br />
Red: Love you Enid and all your little pudgy spots.<br />
Enid: Okay (grudgingly) I am still leaving a wet glitter ball in your bed.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111530521154184882.post-74100954277138360362011-06-05T11:55:00.000-07:002011-06-05T12:04:31.148-07:00A Horror Story by Miss Enid Marie LaBathThe day started out oh, so lovely. The sun was shining, the bumble bees were playing in the plants and I had ring side seats to bees and birds flitting outside the windows. Red even let me eat a LITTLE piece of her pancake. Snuggles, chin scritches, and hearing compliments about how wonderful I am made the day perfect.<br />
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Then the skies blackened and became the worst day EVAR!<br />
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Red was snuggling with Hester on the bed and I decided it was time for my mid-morning nap. As usual, I indicate to Red that I want to snuggle under the blanket and she is so perfectly trained to assist me. Ah, was it wonderful UNTIL Red picked me up blanket and all and shoved me into a......I can't say it....c-c-c-cat c-c-c-c-arrier. Oooooooo!<br />
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I knew at this moment I was going to an awful place. Hester! Save me. Oh, dear. She got you too. Ooooohhh.<br />
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The next stop after making it quite clear to Red that I didn't appreciate this type of abuse was the place that smelled of dogs and other cats. I have been here before and I DO NO LIKE IT! As the perfect huntress that I am, someone will be leaving here bloodied and the blood will be on my claws and teeth. These people are not gonna take me without a fight.<br />
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I cannot describe the horror of what happened in the room Red took us to. We were perfectly fine in the room by ourselves and Red. She had the audacity to let someone in the room and touch us. I can't go on! First it was Hester. I have to say I am very proud of my sister and the quality hisses she got out and the yell. However I knew I would be the next victim. I say victim because Red held me down!!! I will not be held accountable for my actions period. (Red here - I have the wounds to prove it)<br />
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To make a long story short - THE DOCTOR touched me!!!!!! Not once, not twice but multiple times. That is not to be tolerated AT ALL. Once the abuse and torture was completed, Red took us home. After such shockingly disloyal and violation I decided it would be best to ignore her for several hours. It would have worked if she didn't dash out the door for a couple of hours after dropping us off. I think I am going to leave her a little present in her bed in the middle of the night......a wet sopping glitter ball. Take that Red.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Red here again - I love this little violent beast. She is incredibly sweet and loving. We have an evening and morning ritual of snuggles. Believe it or not she isn't really that violent except at the vet and sometimes to my brother and father. She loves my friend's 5 year old daughter. Enid will sit right next to this little girl while she plays with the cat toys. </div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111530521154184882.post-37058428958442638512011-05-17T10:03:00.000-07:002011-05-17T10:05:45.979-07:00Attention getting HesterKeeping Hester occupied is very difficult. She is very active, curious, attention loving, loving, purring girl. If you ignore her she knows exactly what to do to get your attention. Chewing on electrical cords sparks an immediate reaction. Thankfully there have been no sparks. She will also run screaming around the house if she doesn't get her way. I have never encountered a cat that has temper tantrums. I personally think she get A LOT of attention since immediately after the morning ablutions and general getting ready for work she DEMANDS to be held.<br />
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<i>Hester:</i> Damned, right I do! I deserve it. And you love it because I purr a lot. Red, you just don't smell like mine when you get out of that contraptions. I gotta make sure the rest of the world knows that you belong to ME!<br />
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I literally hold/cradle Hester during the morning. Very difficult to dry my hair with a cat perched/hanging off of my shoulders. I even play with her in the morning before I go to work and in the evening when I return home. Part of me thinks I have to get some kittens to keep her occupied but the thought of two more (kittens must come in pairs) in the house to run all over me is just too scary.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bottom line - I love this little girl and I wouldn't change her for all the money in the world. </div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111530521154184882.post-81289084292434611592011-02-04T19:12:00.000-08:002011-02-04T19:12:44.076-08:00A blast from the pastYears ago I had two boy cats - Romulus and Remus. They left me when they were 3 years old. Remy could not stop throwing up and he refused to eat and drink. Last week, Hester presented those same signs and I sat helplessly watching and waiting for the moment to call the vet. HOWEVER, I think I have been blessed with sturdy girls. Hester finally expectorated a wad of thread and was off running, romping eating and drinking like a nothing happened. Where she got the thread I haven't a clue. I lock up everything - yarn, thread, plastic, etc. Goofy girl. Below are pictures of the girls when I was reorganizing my files.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">No sweater is safe in this house!</div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111530521154184882.post-38222426349094371492011-01-01T07:20:00.000-08:002011-01-01T07:20:40.157-08:00Happy New Year!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was a long night with loud fireworks so we will be napping. May all your wishes come true in the New Year. We are wishing for more play time with Red, homegrown catnip, and lots of glitter balls.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-He97541TDqS7HOBBoQAKLNi2hH3wOAew7xAa9T9uYjCANMSOGwaEOxs-4t50oaytlUEE00xQdPmeAN7_g1ena1jC6XG3pYF8tOgcjZU5sGCI8jgxgwENzPnI1ZuDL923uC4gELsSmhBY/s1600/100_0506.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-He97541TDqS7HOBBoQAKLNi2hH3wOAew7xAa9T9uYjCANMSOGwaEOxs-4t50oaytlUEE00xQdPmeAN7_g1ena1jC6XG3pYF8tOgcjZU5sGCI8jgxgwENzPnI1ZuDL923uC4gELsSmhBY/s320/100_0506.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111530521154184882.post-74340491071130717952010-12-24T09:17:00.001-08:002010-12-24T19:34:34.731-08:00Merry ChristmasAs you can see I have been diligently taking pictures. I just have a problem with posting :P<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Q8vEHHPCsR7-z1U6R3NpxewRobALbyVTHWFiPHqvAmuB9HiUhyRObvbtQl352LczLfOXwznptSI5D8wRo5wK9S_bDT_DInD2LsgwdPML_CXLB8b1vudQEa_4MloLgzj0_OnpLgPNI6i_/s1600/100_0558.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Q8vEHHPCsR7-z1U6R3NpxewRobALbyVTHWFiPHqvAmuB9HiUhyRObvbtQl352LczLfOXwznptSI5D8wRo5wK9S_bDT_DInD2LsgwdPML_CXLB8b1vudQEa_4MloLgzj0_OnpLgPNI6i_/s400/100_0558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554457521258146530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is a nice warm hoodie!</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikAm3T4asl8k8i-I4vIL8LYOMtupfQTBgxp9xvODKKW5LCLF1Kt0_7yiEp6f9kiCYGkYmc8UURHksi0gwRnK0NIYXGUg8QgCV2ufDZxQIR8sG2lwnjNKfKf3s7mMNfwiJIUXy_hzL1hamE/s1600/100_0557.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikAm3T4asl8k8i-I4vIL8LYOMtupfQTBgxp9xvODKKW5LCLF1Kt0_7yiEp6f9kiCYGkYmc8UURHksi0gwRnK0NIYXGUg8QgCV2ufDZxQIR8sG2lwnjNKfKf3s7mMNfwiJIUXy_hzL1hamE/s400/100_0557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554457516669048802" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Can you turn this thing on so I can warm up my buns?</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxmsGB-m33fExKdxlVzIcLxFt_EpqBTIG0PH0fTO1fkGw8y-72bGVmJt1WyNCtZRTxMHSdyAPwm6qojyHIXDXIgfuU9U-LWkG9CGLmpnRqZZphvttrD5VnzHiRKcehsKDkPB8DRHd56wdS/s1600/100_0504.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxmsGB-m33fExKdxlVzIcLxFt_EpqBTIG0PH0fTO1fkGw8y-72bGVmJt1WyNCtZRTxMHSdyAPwm6qojyHIXDXIgfuU9U-LWkG9CGLmpnRqZZphvttrD5VnzHiRKcehsKDkPB8DRHd56wdS/s400/100_0504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554300225268189746" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We love our vegs!</div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZK41rrSDjaIbSlal_vu7Uw5Qfx7Sf-ucfJoqmhyphenhyphenFIcvzHTCa9Cj_lU-ySeftmhkVRj01buqt_RlnBRktBPxzpG6wffx8wRjaDntHsG-dOVYrxshBVyW7oqu5LxBpYNpe8QIBIHwv8JDeo/s1600/100_0508.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZK41rrSDjaIbSlal_vu7Uw5Qfx7Sf-ucfJoqmhyphenhyphenFIcvzHTCa9Cj_lU-ySeftmhkVRj01buqt_RlnBRktBPxzpG6wffx8wRjaDntHsG-dOVYrxshBVyW7oqu5LxBpYNpe8QIBIHwv8JDeo/s400/100_0508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554300219985595618" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I got the nasty paper towels. They will be dead soon!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4iMFw_xZIR_jnAWaBabX3PA5sGd7qR1zT3F-ObhjmpdlMEMEBYOIoHy9Cem7aB9JKsvdWbylMwbrc59xysapAekDt4lJj4jsCQvQiCmBwhW2ykJvsfSbqd3jggpCESSXoJ73bxf-e7Ntw/s1600/100_0514.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4iMFw_xZIR_jnAWaBabX3PA5sGd7qR1zT3F-ObhjmpdlMEMEBYOIoHy9Cem7aB9JKsvdWbylMwbrc59xysapAekDt4lJj4jsCQvQiCmBwhW2ykJvsfSbqd3jggpCESSXoJ73bxf-e7Ntw/s400/100_0514.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554300211810547346" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Rough day so I have to nap it off.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Merry Christmas </div><div style="text-align: center;">from </div><div style="text-align: center;">Enid, Hester & Red</div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111530521154184882.post-37405076907307139042010-08-12T19:49:00.001-07:002010-08-12T20:02:10.303-07:00All are hale and hearty!<div style="text-align: left;">AND bugging me to not watch "Romancing the Stone" Girls, I need some schlock and laughter right now.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>Hester: A-HEM! Play with me NOW!!!!!</div><div>Enid: Could you give me more food? Not that icky dry stuff but the stuff from the can. </div><div>Me: Hester, I just threw a glitter ball in the bed so go get that. Enid, you have had your morning meal with the canned goods you get the dry goods until morning. Please don't wake me at 3 am for your breakfast.</div><div>Enid: Nuthin' doin' Red. I am gonna keep waking you up at the ungodly hours since you took me to the vet. I HATE the vet.</div><div>Me: Enid, I know she didn't appreciate you bitin</div><div>g her the minute she touched you. </div><div>Enid: Hehehe. I know but she needed to know that I was in charge.</div><div>Me: Enid, she was so nice to you. She called about you everyday...weekends included! Doctors like that don't come along everyday. I thought she was very pleasant and loving to you.</div><div>Enid: Meh!</div><div>Hester: I couldn't find the glitter ball. Could you toss around the feather for me? I need to run, play, jump and yell!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>No more drooling, dribbling, or general badness. Everyone is good and well. Picture time!</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi3SdIpwepIU2BgenEbq4oFLdRPx4wJS3P8EwED-IPGsAZ9DtKQAYiXmnu9lpnz7eN8TFExxaUDQOOYc21nDX0NZVqoFyiwMo-3m7taXiug_fk_3B5oINBLiYpQRf9N_R4GKSDNEeXLqtF/s400/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504724049719724626" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBJBkTBJvvKP9nOrB3T5LGp3gLiQVnuDmqR1zuTT5WCPoLe_Bo9bH71aK4D2jDWq8T-91CbkV44UM3QGLnoCRULU9qBsVXiNeEqel7GOwmPNIsmPHus3sGNi5_sSGHR1dviSNAWJCN5XZo/s400/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504724040268750226" /></div><div><br /></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111530521154184882.post-43109953051093046072010-08-06T17:39:00.000-07:002010-08-06T17:44:51.158-07:00If it's not one thing it is another!<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">Today while getting ready for work I noticed water on the floor. The girls hadn't been playing in the water so where was it coming from I didn't know. I found Enid with drool coming out of her mouth like a mastiff. Puddles of it everywhere. I quickly called the vet to see if it should be something I should worry about. They said come in! So I did. After the vet looked Enid over she said "She is a very secretive cat." Apparently they couldn't </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">see any abcess, tooth problem, cyst, etc. She didn't eat anything bad including poisonous plants. Her stomach and intestines are fine too.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">We were sent home with the directive of please watch her and let them know of any changes. I am now living with the drool monster. I came home after work to find the pillow was soaked from Enid's drool. I have puddles of drool on the floor. BUT on the positive front Enid is eating, drinking (!!!), and playing.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">I thought perhaps she was bitten by a spider which might cause the drooling but nothing on the internet confirms this. I haven't given her, her flea treatment this month so that isn't it. Sigh. I hope this drooling clears up by tomorrow. It's not fun. BUT I have the most fantastic cats.</span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMBbzxJDFEDbfMfZ2z4Sw4-6ldMSCIqWKEMBfDrNyisa_HXOSl6KuG4ZBSUXtwnVsVm9E6wObvgC0zEpyzafePeLfaszUwrR39r7kjqNaArIzeuUl1IHiJYJJEfY3tsldfew24hRVkgf-L/s400/100_0463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502462161905039426" />Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111530521154184882.post-36187057914606969802010-07-06T18:44:00.001-07:002010-07-06T18:48:56.731-07:00Footpad update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXSRLae_sOZVJXwPb9wRS4GIydfsSlgrUO1qXrjDUVPns47kgXjJzB-wNTeHL6ZmRHKrqfp-bCYLZAMYrHJx-XJTioKf31LLyq-e4he8hymsFMYtv5xBAx4FEuGI9K250UneKXc_b2rRbj/s1600/100_0437.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXSRLae_sOZVJXwPb9wRS4GIydfsSlgrUO1qXrjDUVPns47kgXjJzB-wNTeHL6ZmRHKrqfp-bCYLZAMYrHJx-XJTioKf31LLyq-e4he8hymsFMYtv5xBAx4FEuGI9K250UneKXc_b2rRbj/s400/100_0437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490974608815949442" /></a>Do you mind?! I am chewing on my chew toy. I rested all day so I sort of have a scab on my foot but it isn't nearly as much fun as RUNNING! I don't want any more of that fizzy stinging stuff you put on my foot and other stuff that stings. However, thank you for blowing on my foot to take the sting out and thank you for playing with me too.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111530521154184882.post-49287732415006793492010-07-06T08:47:00.000-07:002010-07-06T09:07:57.435-07:00Bumps, bruises and cutsOur 4th of July was eventful and uneventful. I discovered that I am quite equipped to handle all kinds of bumps, bruises and minor scraps. Hester in general Hester glory cut her toe pad when she slipped in the door frame. It is a pretty deep cut but not enough (I think) for the vet to see or stitch up. It didn't bother her at all since she had lots of kittens to watch from the windows. I had feral kittens playing the yard. They were adorable. However Hester began to have a problem with her toe when I discovered blood on the window sill. I immediately fussed with her and stood in front of the kitten TV. Unacceptable to her.<br /><br />She kindly consented to letting me look, peroxcide and neosporine it. I did that throughout the day and yesterday. She still played hard and ran like the wind. I tried to keep her quiet to get a scab formed. Two day of watching, cleaning and trying to get her to rest are USELESS! I called good friends who are major cat people and SOOPER intelligent. They told me to use New Skin. It was created by vets for animals but it is on the market for people now. I have two applications on Hester's toe. I am hoping it will hold until I get home from work. She is just very active!<br /><br />The girls weathered the fireworks quite well. Hester slept through most of it. Enid paced and gave me 1 second status reports. Yesterday, Enid became entranced with a cantaloupe that I purchased. I need to remember to bring my camera everywhere with me. She draped herself over the ripening fruit. I think she was telling it that it smelled wonderful.<br /><br />If you have any hints or tips on keeping a toe pad closed so it can get a nice scab to heal, please let me know!Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111530521154184882.post-20972007134114811802010-06-26T21:37:00.000-07:002010-06-26T21:52:33.861-07:00She is mine and I will name her Red<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0R2yZincNGMlpCnGfaAc5FcKtQGQBWPZRYfkWvUp7hvCrEhmQCiUwg4BrLhyiWRn4ZdKuGZ6QrZNd2t3jMwLPR2Z3u7AbAbDFY6ooUPdtus_deZhosawNqL3jCZhjP4mhJJkOgQSVhiJZ/s1600/100_0482.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0R2yZincNGMlpCnGfaAc5FcKtQGQBWPZRYfkWvUp7hvCrEhmQCiUwg4BrLhyiWRn4ZdKuGZ6QrZNd2t3jMwLPR2Z3u7AbAbDFY6ooUPdtus_deZhosawNqL3jCZhjP4mhJJkOgQSVhiJZ/s400/100_0482.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487311365886535170" /></a><br />Red is mine. M.I.N.E. No one is allowed to touch me. Period. Red keeps inviting people over and they insist on touching me. Some even have the audacity in attempting to pick me up. The horror of it all.<div><br /></div><div>One afternoon Red had her brother over. I don't believe it was her brother. Who would have a brother that is accompanied by two <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">boisterous</span> children and a calm woman who smells like other cats. If that man has cats as he claims he should know you DO NOT scratch my butt without my permission AND you don't pick me up. I am a dignified young lady NOT some beauty to be pawed. *Scoffs* I let this young man know in no uncertain terms that his behavior was unacceptable. I did feel guilty when Red walked in after I hissed and yowled at this man. She was kind enough to reassure me that I was still a good girl and that her brother wasn't listening to me as he should.</div><div><br /></div><div>Recently she had another guest over and she had the gaul to touch me! How dare she?! Red quickly stepped in to rescue me but it was so fast I couldn't see to clearly that it was Red. I might have hissed at her and for that I am very sorry.</div><div><br /></div><div>Good people, please admire me and give me praise but don't touch me. Red only gets that priviledge.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><i>Note from Red:</i></b> This is totally unlike Hester. Perhaps it is my fault since I have a quiet life. Few people visit since we all have different schedules. When Hester is touched or someone attempts to pick her up she makes a distressing cry for help. Poor thing. She really scared my brother when she was picked up. She is just very beautiful so it isn't surprising that everyone wants to be with her.</div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111530521154184882.post-22156806540226862702010-06-12T06:00:00.000-07:002010-06-12T06:00:02.457-07:00G'morning<div style="text-align: left;">Me: Yaaawwwnn. Man, I shouldn't have stayed up so late playing <i>Plants vs. Zombies. </i>Yaawwwn. I had (yawn) get the girls their breakfast. (Shuffles off to kitchen). I wonder *yawn* where the girls are? Hester is the first one up to let me know that the alarm hasn't gone off. Hmm. Oh, well. It gives me time *yawn* to wash their dishes, fix their meal and then mine. Oh, coffee sounds wonderful for this morning. YAAAWWWWN.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisATs0InirT16yQ1VJY-KSBiUhCAl6QIEh8D0BQl4hjbrXJnH0i78rkzrBYxiqh0aXccPDIduYY9y1aLPZS9i2GNZvKTJnhcnDO0lmcCr1DhQBByb414U3gYgJvjXC2M75FrM5QwU384vh/s320/100_0464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481755334655272818" /><div>GAHHH!! JESUS, MARY, and JOSEPH! ENID!</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMvTqJkm1ryIbHwNbpZXvt6UeUD69cyhepz1akjlI54pcpVJcz6sOj1zK-kTSXoXK94XXwYp9c4f-dOud4PjU0Bl6NWUPebAZC87fS4zVCSxb5SpaFMcAo0AbYvwFTjgbXgW7SE5IbG0hi/s320/100_0466.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481755597391369586" /></div><div>Enid: Hey, there. Good morning Red. Don't worry about me. I already had breakfast. Oh, you might want to clean up the mess I left. Thanks.</div><div>Me: Enid, please don't give me any more heart attacks! AND STAY OUT OF THE CUPBOARDS IN THE MORNING.</div><div>Enid: Geez! No need to shout. Guess someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, eh?</div><div>Hester: (from the top of the fridge) Can I have frozen kitten treats for breakfast?</div><div>Me: Sigh.</div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111530521154184882.post-32698056153141487512010-06-06T07:33:00.000-07:002010-06-06T07:41:35.984-07:00Sunday Story<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>Background information about the house:</b> My house has three bedrooms, living room, kitchen, hallway and a bathroom. Now when they remodeled they made a "doorway" from the kitchen into the 3rd bedroom and removed the door to the 3rd bedroom. This give the house a lovely circular feel and makes the girls happy because they can chase each other around the house without the impediment of running into walls and doors. Still with me?!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>The story: </b>I returned home with packages in hand from work and from the store. No kittens to be found. HOWEVER I did find the yarn from my knitting. I became Theseus/Ariadne following the yarn around the house hoping to find the Minotaur AKA THE Kittens so I could kill them. <b>SIX TIMES</b> I followed the yarn around the circular pattern of the house and ending up in the bedroom under the bed where the kittens were grinning and giggling gleefully over their knitted prize...the beginnings of a wooly afghan.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Dratted cats.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Hester: Heeeheheeee. Let's do that again Enid!</p><p class="MsoNormal">Enid: YEAH! That was fun!</p><p class="MsoNormal">Health update: The girls had their belated vet visit and booster shots. As usually everyone cooed over them. However Enid let it be known that she was not a little kitten. She was a newly trapped cougar who would take anyone out if they tried to come close to her. I swear it was like seeing a National Geographic special on cougars. That was my angelic loving Enid. Hester even hissed twice which was shocking since she has sweetest disposition. Diagnosis for the girls was they are in excellent health. Diagnosis for my shirt - covered in cat hair and sporting a few rips after holding Enid back from attacking the vet and the technician.</p> <!--EndFragment-->Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111530521154184882.post-59407901136430288102010-06-03T19:45:00.000-07:002010-06-03T20:08:13.563-07:00Message from Enid<div style="text-align: left;">Why am I the one to leave the messages to the readers? (Whisperings in the background) Ah, too true. I am the most vocal in all things. Hey, Red could you get your fingers out of my water dish. The nerve of it all. I put that glitter ball in the water dish to get it clean and she goes in and messes it all up. Humans.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>First of all, I am apologizing on behalf of Red. She hasn't posted as often as she should. Hmmm, in fact she hasn't been as attentive to us as well. Right, Hester. (Emphatic "Right" in the background). She has informed us that work has really kept her busy. At her place of employment she is holding down two full-time positions and is really looking forward to holding one position where she can really show what she can do and has been trained to do. Nevertheless, she has been diligently taking pictures of us. I think she believes we are still growing but I can assure you that we are not.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Hester here. Pfffff, not getting bigger my little gray nose! Enid's belly is getting bigger.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA-cRCnx5xihzjjloqYWtUh-Yi9W9UbAzvMHcXIO69I2bXtRskyNTfxMeCj-ZH8kS1TTCYD9-r60lDqXhBiQ_wneFF5SxmzbSkxu1EEmfMP3BX82lMnS_QBFo3BJh-2hkv4ayK6Cl620rU/s320/100_0457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478748755208125186" /><div>Enid: Is NOT!</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHbj5XFsv4x7jyymwqKcD9p1CyePv0TCzsQXKTrPwfvmgDXU6Uchq8dh80lL0Fkao3Dyyc2pgilWSI7Q8WuxzPvF1fcC5VgD05vcdQhlHTnvoFdcKwLpJsL10FZjuztFBiteXBPicUV1j_/s320/100_0470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478748748367962658" /><div>Hester: Is too. You are the only one in the house that eats those icky fattening treats. Folks, they are just DISGUSTING! I never touch the stuff myself.</div><div>Enid: They are not disgusting. You eat those "Greenies" and any veggie Red tries to hide from you.</div><div>Hester: The proof will be in the pudding when you get weighed on Saturday.</div><div>Enid: NOT. Hiiiiiiii-yaaaaaah!</div><div>Hester: Oooommmph.</div><div>Red: Will you two cut it out I am trying to clean your bedroom! I don't want you wrastlin' in the dirt I just swept up.</div><div>E & H together: SHE STARTED IT!</div><div><br /></div><div>Special note: Hester loves to run around the house with Enid chasing her but Enid doesn't always oblige. Stay tuned for Sunday's post (sans pictures). All my friends laughed their heads off when I told them this story.</div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111530521154184882.post-46112135797516449382010-03-18T20:20:00.000-07:002010-03-18T20:24:43.550-07:00Lost little kitten boyAfter many hours of waiting yesterday, my friend called me to tell me that the little kitten boy disappeared. She had a feeling he went to find a safe place so he could make the journey over the "Rainbow bridge".<div><br /></div><div>I never did meet or see this boy but yet I am saddened by the loss of his presence in this world. I did tell my friend when another little one or several crosses her path to scoop them all up and love them with all her heart or call me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks for the help. I had better go since Hester is whining at me. I haven't played with her all evening and she believes the world will end if I don't move the string or throw a glitter ball. Enid is happily snoozing away under the blankets. Thank you.</div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111530521154184882.post-45037146694635128272010-03-17T09:25:00.000-07:002010-03-17T09:32:29.082-07:00Drats and help (maybe)I know you are anxiously awaiting a post about the girls. I have been working hard and I have only just returned home from a conference. I just found out from one of my friends that she found a blind kitten bumping around her house. She put food out for it and if it returns she will catch the poor boy, take him to the vet and then call me.<br /><br />I am such a soft-hearted girl. I will take this poor boy into my home but my best friend asked those tough questions - what if the girls don't like this kitten, can I afford another kitten, etc.<br /><br />If I get this kitten who can I take it to be fostered, loved and cared for until he can find his forever home?<br /><br />Help?!Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111530521154184882.post-36917472622491266492010-03-01T20:27:00.001-08:002010-03-01T20:30:03.878-08:00Our Lady of the Fat Butt<div style="text-align: left;">Someone who shall remain nameless sat on the snooze button of my alarm clock. This meant I was late getting up for work.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5h0u2NzwtlvWlA6gofnWLmM_8EpiFQnjgymnWf1_MpQv-xK8GwFXBEqaLH26uCfd5npM0eTB2KUO0L7duLiOYlhpockA7nETgeD1OvxRu77Z0CxJGlek_RMCnLbD1L8qnLvuGlnXoHqhV/s320/100_0361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443888915076646082" /></div><div><br /></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111530521154184882.post-49441040251678992452010-02-05T12:25:00.001-08:002010-02-05T12:36:09.698-08:00A November DayEnid: Sniff, Sniff. What IS that smell in the kitchen? Red! RED!!!! What are you doing?<br />Me: I am baking Christmas cookies.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZaCNJvy7UZvfLBWeF2SfE5C_lWAzPX8EafAvE4U_xoMlwXecqeIkCn6cGsfcaVzlYaPjGlRHcxxjc10qfdHU5mm_C-u6mfnUs9VTvSk3GW690CinShA634h7mrBZERxfvkLGtcwXhP3Q9/s1600-h/100_0430.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZaCNJvy7UZvfLBWeF2SfE5C_lWAzPX8EafAvE4U_xoMlwXecqeIkCn6cGsfcaVzlYaPjGlRHcxxjc10qfdHU5mm_C-u6mfnUs9VTvSk3GW690CinShA634h7mrBZERxfvkLGtcwXhP3Q9/s320/100_0430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434859429040684226" border="0" /></a><br />Enid: Sniff, sniff. Ouch. That contraption is hot! Can I lay on your feet and get warm?<br />Me: Enid! Please don't lay on my feet. ENID! Get your paw out of the batter!!!!<br />Enid: I was helping you mix it. Pfffft. Some thanks I get for my excellent assistance.<br />Me: I know you were eating the batter!<br />Enid: Quality control. You don't want to make something if it isn't any good, do you?<br />Me: Sigh. Enid, please go play with your sister!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEemjXOT-C1qf7PWedP5AoxYTUuiGTfxepT3XzJ7ZkpwGo9mT_wqQllzw1hJxH4FEZhNKOuWyHhyphenhyphenYT0pESZR9GYnnZkubh7b99pVRIlaUjYI0b8zFXnBUq4MktjMZdYWiVsbmliWsQALF-/s1600-h/100_0427.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEemjXOT-C1qf7PWedP5AoxYTUuiGTfxepT3XzJ7ZkpwGo9mT_wqQllzw1hJxH4FEZhNKOuWyHhyphenhyphenYT0pESZR9GYnnZkubh7b99pVRIlaUjYI0b8zFXnBUq4MktjMZdYWiVsbmliWsQALF-/s320/100_0427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434860063557305202" border="0" /></a>Enid: She is on the table looking at the cookies.<br />Me: Hester!<br />Hester: I was just looking. I am not touching. I know better than Enid!<br /><br />Approximately 15 minutes later<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi46YNxR0t5mVcudZBx-dNffr5C9Ondph_L6SvvxNp11e2D2WEnk4gsKZIU-0g1KQkc9LI-43ov1jsLhUT3Xp5iS_Qvw1ULJ68IzkWwcD5nQGy3aUghBUBg0O9YIfFVnczQflnR7pm0zPoo/s1600-h/100_0428.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi46YNxR0t5mVcudZBx-dNffr5C9Ondph_L6SvvxNp11e2D2WEnk4gsKZIU-0g1KQkc9LI-43ov1jsLhUT3Xp5iS_Qvw1ULJ68IzkWwcD5nQGy3aUghBUBg0O9YIfFVnczQflnR7pm0zPoo/s320/100_0428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434860070633829490" border="0" /></a><br />Enid: Mmmmmmmmm. These are YUMMY!<br />Me: EEEEEEENNNNNIIIIDDDDDD!<br />Enid: What?Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111530521154184882.post-57429502131875331392010-02-03T19:00:00.000-08:002010-02-03T19:13:13.237-08:00Funny happenings with Enid<div style="text-align: left;">One day my best friend came to visit and to check on the health of Hester. He knows how much these girls mean to me. Our friendship started at the worst of times for me - putting down myfirst two cats - Romulus and Remus (and yes they were twins!)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>Any-hoo, he decided he wanted to have tea at my dining room table. So did Enid. Enid isn't one to be left out when there is good tea floating around AND where there is someone at the table to love her. Well, my friend picked her up and put her on the floor. All the while admonishing her for her bad behavior. In Enid fashion, she flicked her tail at him as if to say "F you!" </div><div><br /></div><div>Tea drinking commenced and Enid snuck around the table and perched herself on the chair behind my friend. As he propped his exposed elbow on the back of his chair Enid pounced. She</div><div>bit him in the elbow and trounced off into my lap. It was hysterical! She sat in my lap for a moment and gave me look as if to say "Can I get on the table?" I told her not right now. She gave my nose a lick and went off to play with Hester. My poor friend was shocked and stunned. He also told me I spoil my cats. :P</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRYBu-U7gCUuHweOXsEVnJMvb-wRK8-ZzOs9GjSR-qYwH4WiOqFVp_30fUViqO5dXf9EBW_IwaTh7Lsa5eDSTtgsTMk9Z5psqakV-ad1Zn9Ul4mmeSsI8BU3_5P27u3FyWaVNChzfrVmwu/s320/100_0415.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434220061200378002" />Isn't she full of innocence? She may appear to be a bit of a fluff-brain but she is very smart.</div><div><br /></div><div>Little known fact about Enid - she has a blue spot on her belly. I swear! It looks like someone took a blue sharpie and inked her. I would take a picture but she doesn't like anyone to see it least of all me.</div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111530521154184882.post-88145533446184114492010-02-02T19:56:00.001-08:002010-02-02T20:07:21.965-08:00PicciesRight now the girls are running mad around the house with yowls of glee and play fighting. It is funny because Hester is the loudest runner and when she attacks Enid she huffs.<br /><br />Latest pictures<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrvT5zLG4AZQ3O9jSnZaUbUrJo5p_qh1gK3AiNW8glSEKTM0ZaniqjH5XJqsgWUivIT1f4sHCvgqdeWnAQ6P5AejvtjY2FmPKCSCNnqOJ1YlCBQz4UHNZmbBY53Rn4AnqJPnVxVrcFfPVf/s1600-h/100_0438.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrvT5zLG4AZQ3O9jSnZaUbUrJo5p_qh1gK3AiNW8glSEKTM0ZaniqjH5XJqsgWUivIT1f4sHCvgqdeWnAQ6P5AejvtjY2FmPKCSCNnqOJ1YlCBQz4UHNZmbBY53Rn4AnqJPnVxVrcFfPVf/s320/100_0438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433862223924578274" border="0" /></a>It is apparent the girls are telling me to make the bed!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiwbDAX_M3UNSb0bsVeztm8ez9oWHhqrCQb2bloHdimb2kqINaNK1kSVntZi6pND7qHgB8ZaZjgfiNtww6Xg55YyQH_dgaOB6oQwbTp5FZxgQDnRbV01F-jaBJqqzKmCVnTyWR9k2fViEj/s1600-h/100_0442.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiwbDAX_M3UNSb0bsVeztm8ez9oWHhqrCQb2bloHdimb2kqINaNK1kSVntZi6pND7qHgB8ZaZjgfiNtww6Xg55YyQH_dgaOB6oQwbTp5FZxgQDnRbV01F-jaBJqqzKmCVnTyWR9k2fViEj/s320/100_0442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433863033754607666" border="0" /></a>A made bed and Hester is wondering "Did that string just move?!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAqRRh50EPERQCneRdILMw2E4zufDUGa51lu1BF1L7def-kCXlTPzyjjqe1cK7wvuwQGDzkVTneP6lQzhb3P57MJGeTPjuwIDeXR6UAwQBlKwfYbAAEDbsvszDfvRA6BqMVAXdzXNTkqTt/s1600-h/100_0434.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAqRRh50EPERQCneRdILMw2E4zufDUGa51lu1BF1L7def-kCXlTPzyjjqe1cK7wvuwQGDzkVTneP6lQzhb3P57MJGeTPjuwIDeXR6UAwQBlKwfYbAAEDbsvszDfvRA6BqMVAXdzXNTkqTt/s320/100_0434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433863437218585906" border="0" /></a>Enid: I am not on the fridge. It is a figment of your imagination. Did you know the fridge has a nice hum? I could nap up here. BUT I am not on the fridge.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111530521154184882.post-49035947614513249692010-01-21T09:33:00.000-08:002010-01-21T09:35:34.396-08:00Road to wellnessHester is doing so much better. She is eating and drinking. It was truly wonderful to see her drink on her own. I believe it is because she hates the taste of the meds I have to give her.<br /><br />Enid is ready to romp but occasionally Hester isn't up to it. But Hester is playing, eating and drinking. I am so happy for the health of my little girl. Many thanks for your thoughts and comments. It is greatly appreciated.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111530521154184882.post-70023097607810006052010-01-17T19:13:00.001-08:002010-01-17T19:21:21.529-08:00Left turn to Alberquerque?I think Hester has made the left turn is on her way to Alberquerque (Bugs Bunny reference :P)<br /><br />She didn't have a fever this morning and was quite perky. She nibbled on my ear and tugged my earring as this morning's wake up call. Very purry and full of the marking my glasses, cheeks, and nose. I think she did eat but it was 4:30 am and I wasn't in the mood to get out of bed to check. She has her moments of play (slowly) and she is talking. Still doing the sleeping and not eating and drinking. I am forcing a 1/2 tsp of water down her every hour. I have told her job today is to eat, drink and sleep. She is playing dumb on these orders.<br /><br />Wanna know how much she has grown? <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7gl6mZYx85It1uDJORJ074OQFuXYkNbvbOudtOL6Kd0rXbvegl-DHqMXH3kK3ZJJYJnAtOLZ0Zq5hx0TvnRyfT_UfMG_CdRwPZUl46qwwcovIn6F35krpMVpJpfO2YQCgj5N3P3_6cm-v/s1600-h/Photo+4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7gl6mZYx85It1uDJORJ074OQFuXYkNbvbOudtOL6Kd0rXbvegl-DHqMXH3kK3ZJJYJnAtOLZ0Zq5hx0TvnRyfT_UfMG_CdRwPZUl46qwwcovIn6F35krpMVpJpfO2YQCgj5N3P3_6cm-v/s320/Photo+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427914028115560850" border="0" /></a>February 14th last year<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs83AKU2xNm3SFpCchyphenhyphene2-FejMp-8sLkfyNFwMPH6E24aKuPz7T1_suNmuoPN9VUsV2NHPPTqKUM_5WwaLiAhHnPcF0cuQSxwbmuX8RHFE2VIDnWGBwX7jvd_gtelIEVMAAJRjDTNK1kva/s1600-h/Photo+10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs83AKU2xNm3SFpCchyphenhyphene2-FejMp-8sLkfyNFwMPH6E24aKuPz7T1_suNmuoPN9VUsV2NHPPTqKUM_5WwaLiAhHnPcF0cuQSxwbmuX8RHFE2VIDnWGBwX7jvd_gtelIEVMAAJRjDTNK1kva/s320/Photo+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427914035523387810" border="0" /></a><br />January 2010. Can we say HUGE. She is my tall lanky girl.<br /><br />Thank you for all your thoughts and prayers, again. I can't wait until she is eating and drinking on her own and is bounding around the house.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647812279503631053noreply@blogger.com12