Author Archives: Azeena

Just a Matter Of

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When one is in the midst of fundamental change it is easy to get discouraged. Even daily functions can be hard. Still keep the faith. That’s the answer.

All Right Already- Change

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Sometimes change is gradual. We could, almost always until global warming really set in, count on the seasons to change. Snow in the winter. Sun and heat in the summer. But here we are in mid-January and yesterday I still had blooming, thriving snapdragons. It does appear the weather is getting a bit chilly just in time for the Presidential Inaugural. So perhaps without my order God has everything in hand.

Bathtub Adventures

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Jean Claude and Koko are still having some bonding issues. However, they have found place of commonality — the bathtub. They both like to hang out there. Sometimes JC drinks from the faucet and yes he can cut on the faucet.

Santa-Cat and Reindeer

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CCL just sent me the cutest photos of her co-workers cats decked out for the season!

Cat Magic

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My basement back door  until recently didn’t have a bottom screen, so  when ever I opened the door Koko, the domestic shorthair ,would simply go between the security bars and  out into the yard.  Finally felt a little better and fixed it yesterday.  This morning, though still a bit with cold, I  decided to take  to the yard to do a little pruning.  I opened the basement door and BAM Koko ran straight up against the screen.  No the little darling was not hurt, simply suprised as she tried to peel through the screen hole Jean Claude opened two years ago when he decided to re-enter my house without my help – March, 2010 blog “The Cat Door: Paging Mr. Serling.”  Well she did..it.it nit So once I opened the door to let her out she was a little more cautious – first surveying the yard, going to sit on my new outdoor chair and then for a brief time coming inside for a few minutes.  She darted in the yard and up her tree to watch the world.  As Jean Claude, at peace, quietly chewed grass and contemplated his plans for the day.