A back yard treasure

The idea of the blog was to post something at least twice a week. So I am falling behind on my own blogging goal. One reason for my lack thereof is that I need to invest in a new communication device, aka a computer. I currently have a 7 year old desk top, that serves it purpose, sometimes. Often it is too tempermental and I don't want to deal with a tempermental PC at the end of a long day. (This picture was taken the morning I found her.)

Some distractions for me in the past few weeks were my missing kitty who, when I found her last year I named Johnny Cat. She was all of about 3-4 weeks old and her little eyes were all infected from an upper respiratory infection. After the mother cat tossed her out of the litter of kittens the ferals were going to have her for breakfast. "Hey, get away from there you guys" I yelled out the window and quikly ran down to the yard and picked up the little thing & with her eye closed she looked like a pirate. Hmmmm...pirate, huh? I know a pirate, or someone who plays a pirate on the big screen who is cute and his name is Johny Depp! I'll name you Johnny. Well Johnny turned out to be a girl and here she still lives to this day.

Johnny didn't embrace her new home right away, but eventually she learned to bond with her new adopted brothers and vice versa. Eventually she got more and more independent and while she still hangs with the boys for meals, she really goes her own way most of the time. She will never allow me to pick her up, with the exception of once every the morning but only before I get out of bed. So it is not unusual for her not to be around, but for days? That is unusual. After several days of her hiding under the couch, she came out and I was able to pick her up and saw the horror of her throat all torn open. From what I didn't know. I brought her to the Vet and had to leave her there as I had asked them to spay her while she was 'visiting'. Later that day when I went to visit her to my horrow they showed me that the poor little thing swallowed a sewing needle, complete with thread. I felt horrible, but she quickly recovered and is well on the mend back to being a skittish little cutie pie. (These 2 pictures are when she started bonding with her adopted brothers, Spanky & Harley.)

And finally, a happy healthy little kitty, albeit, she really was the runt of the litter and isn't more than 5 lbs for a full grown kitty.

I will close with one of my favorite quotes from the Saint Francis of Assisi, the Patron Saint of Animals:

"Lord, make me an instrument of your peace; where there is hatred, let me sow love; when there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy. Grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood, as to understand, to be loved as to love; for it is in giving that we receive, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying [to ourselves] that we are born to eternal life." — Francis Of Assisi