Wednesday, June 20, 2012
After days of being despondent, Duane suggested I should get a kitten. Before we took Butterscotch for his final sleep, I held him to say a private good bye. I thought about when we got the tuxedo twins. Butterscotch was so happy to share his home. Gave them welcome licks on the head and showed them where the food is kept. It felt like he was saying he had a good life and I should give another cat a good life.
The lady from the ad on Craigslist said her neighbor found the litter of kittens in the backyard, dehydrated and dirty, three weeks ago. She cleaned them up, bottle fed them, weaned them to solid food and litter trained them. When I told her about Butterscotch, she said she had the perfect kitten, lovable and cuddly.
He is just that and more. He's attached himself to Duane's chest.
Duane sits on the couch and Buster attaches himself. Duane apologized that my kitten became him his kitten. It's ok. He did suggest that maybe I should get another for me.
Precocious little thing. He's not put off by his grumpy aunties. The girls fly into hissy fits when he comes up to them. The past two days, he hides under things waiting to ambush them. Not the least bit dissuaded by their hissing. He is determined they will either like him or explode.
Duane said, "Great revenge for you, Butterscotch. Come back as a kitten and go after them." The girls weren't very nice to Mr. Scotch the past few years. The timing isn't right for Buster to be a reincarnation. Maybe in six weeks, I'll take a scan over Craiglist and see if something jumps out at me. Maybe. Still waiting for the feeling like I've been punched in the gut to lessen.
Duane wrote a post about Buster. He's much eloquent with his words than I am.
In other news, Duane had a lung cat scan in April. The pulmonologist says that the scarring has not improved since his last scan in the ICU last year. There are three holes in the center of his lungs. They are looking into putting him on the transplant list, as his name wouldn't come up for three to five years.
This weekend, I joined Summer of Socks and Tour De Fleece, team Cranky Pants. Hopefully it will bring back my mojo and there will be pictures. I did get some nice quilting thread for my yoyo quilt on Saturday. However, I can't find where I last put my fabric cutting scissors, so I sat down defeated for the moment.
Back to work today, when you'll read this. Need to head to bed, 5 am comes way too early.
Thank you for all your comments of sympathy for Butterscotch.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
I haven't been around much this year, so busy with work. Along way, I'm so tired when I get home, I lost interest in my knitting. Work is going well, though. A woman at work makes yo-yo quilts while she's on the phone. I was thinking that would be a great way to use up my mountain of quilting fabric without much effort. This weekend, I sorted through some of it.
This past weekend, our Butterscotch stopped eating and drinking very little. A few days before, instead of fighting me over my chair, he started sleeping on the floor in the corner next to my chair.
We took him to the vets. His liver is completely shut down. The vet thinks it's liver cancer. They re-hydrated him and sent him home with us for a couple days. Wednesday at 9am, we take him back to be put to rest.
He was born in my closet on Memorial Day, May 31, 1999. A week later, I injured my back at work and was put on bed rest. The kittens were just opening their eyes. We laid in bed together, just staring at each other. Butterscotch has been my constant companion, ever since.
He loved to sit and watch the birds.
My chair thief.
Lover of catnip.
Such a wonderful gentleman. In the mornings he would let the girls eat their can breakfast first.
My knitting and spinning wheel buddy.
Before we got Dammit bunny, he was best friends with our Lexie bunny. They would curl up together in front of the bookcase. He would take his big clumsy seven-toed paw and try to pet her head, just the way we would pet him. Lexie resides on a shelf in our closet now. Soon, Butterscotch will join her, to keep her company again.
Butterscotch, May 31, 1999 - June 13, 2012
We will miss you!
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
We don't what happened. Duane found little Emily at the bottom of the cage just as I came in from home work, tonight. She's the all yellow one in the back. We got her as a baby bird in the fall of 2009, just before we moved down to Tucson.
She was ok, hopping and playing with the other birds earlier in the day. She is survived by her best friend Mr. Bird (the light blue guy, front right.) No squabbles or fights were heard. We just don't know what happened. I think that's the hardest is the not knowing.
RIP Emily, you are missed. Sept 2009 to April 2012.
Sunday, April 08, 2012
My planter this spring. It's what's to come to those of you up north and what's about to be burnt to an inch of it's life in a few weeks down here. How did it get to be April already? All work and no play makes Denise ......
Oh well, we'll just sit here and enjoy the flowers for short time. It's all I have then I need to get ready for another work week.
We're taking bets how long the bunny and the gnome lasts before someone steals it.
Last time, I had promised to tell you about the new furniture and the bunnies. This is the new sectional. It's about twice the size as the one we saw in the store. Takes up the whole living room.
I had to straighten and move things to make room for it. Which made alley's and tunnels for bunnies to run and hide. Dammit and Betty had a fine time making plans that first night.
All sorts of alleys in that area. Yes, I know it's a mess. See the vacuum? I got half done then sort of tired out. Have a mentioned I'm gone twelve hours a day, five days a week.
That first morning, Duane said Dammit and Betty ran around the cage, and the table, then the chair, and under the secretary in the corner. It took him over an hour to chase them home. At one point, Duane pushed the chair against the wall and Dammit jumped back and forth over the chair.
It reminded us of when Dammit was just a little Dammit. The first time he was let out of his cage after his neuter surgery. He led the two of us on a merry chase. Then he dove onto the couch. Duane shouts, "I've got him now." Just Duane dove to grab the rabbit, Dammit jumped over the back of the couch, over the table behind it and ran under the couch. That's when we said to hell with it and just let the little bugger stay out. If he's that determined.
We can't do that now, as Nippit needs her turn out. If let Nippit out when Dammit is out she goes right for hind quarters. Just like the furious little Nippit she is.
I've been spinning again, since there is shuttle now and I don't have to walk two miles twice a day. This is the second bobbin and it's almost since I took this picture. It's the fiber my friend bought me for Christmas. One more bobbin then I will ply it. I'm anxious to see what the finished yarn will be like. Also, I have 8 oz of CMF Walpurgis in BFL that Duane bought me for Christmas. I'm dying to spin that.
I finished the socks, but they are too small for me. That's what I get for not taking a minute out of my busy day to try them on as I'm knitting. It's in the 90's F now anyway. Too hot to wear. I'll have to reknit them and hope they are finished by November when it's cool enough for wool.
Every thing that has been sucking for awhile, still sucks. But, we won't talk about that.
Butterscotch walked by my sandals and noticed they smelled like me. He made a pillow out them. He misses his mom.