Doctors recently performed a unique form of surgery on a cat who was attacked by a dog. “JuiceBox” had buttons sewn into his face to hold stitches together. If all goes well the button stitches will be out soon. Read the story in the attached link.
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(Here’s a post from April 2010 about my Grandmother, Viola “Bush” Doggett
Truth, we didn’t call my father’s mother Grandma or Grandmama. Her name was Viola but us grandkids called her” Me-Me” and her husband William H., “Pop”. Me-Me was an amazing woman. She was very tall and beautiful. My daughter, Catz aka CCL, looks like her. Me-Me raised my dad and his siblings with a tough hand in a predominately white neighborhood in Steubenville , Ohio, an interesting neighborhood choice for an African-American family in the 1920s. You see, my great-grandfather owned three houses in the neighborhood and gave one to his oldest son my grandfather, “Pop. ” Viola also desegregated a hotel in downtown Steubenville by staging a one-woman sit-in in the lobby at the local hotel which had refused (up until the sit-in) to let African-Americans enter through the front door. Me-Me could cook too. Thought about her today while making chicken which brings me to the story about her and a rather unique family pet.
Here’s the story: my father (Bob) and his four siblings (Vivian, Janet, Delores and Harvey) and my Uncle John (Pop’s younger brother who was the same age as my dad), well, ok you get the drift…lots of kids…and a pet chicken. The chicken would prod and cluck and perform about for the children. However, the chicken didn’t like Me-Me — to the point of even hissing or whisping at her. One day Me-Me went in the yard and the chicken pecked her – and then — it vanished. To this day the chicken’s actual fate remains a mystery. My aunt Vivian often said “I don’t know what happened to the pet chicken but I do know we had chicken stew for dinner the night it disappeared.”
Cats give back too. Jean Claude and KoKo provide so much love. Apparently the folks at the fabulous Mashable blog think so too.
Jean Claude, the black Bombay and Roxie, the Japanese bobtail are no longer semi-permanent residents of my house. They reside full-time with CCL They joined my other family members and friends for a lovely Christmas Day feast which included roast beef, chicken and an awesome chocolate cake made from scratch by CCL. Later after all the guests left Roxie emerged from her spot behind the living room sofa, a sofa, I must add that used to be mine. Much, much later Jean Claude jumped from the top of the electric fireplace to the ground, knocking down candles and causing a small disturbance before retiring to his spot in the basement.
I am blessed in so many ways, with friends and family, and staff I enjoy. It’s easy to overlook those things with life challenges and people whose inner demons make it hard for them to relate or care. I think the trick is to focus on those who do care about themselves, so they care about others. Friends help you love you better. Roxie and Jean Claude of course have limitless love for me and CCL – because they know they are royalty.