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It is with extreme sadness that I report the death of my cat Moe. He died somewhere between 0030 hr and 0115 hr this morning. As near as I can determine from Emily's notes Moe entered our lives in Fall 97. I was working on a mower when this white half grown kitten appeared at the garage door and demanded entry. Claimed he lived here. Since we already had two female cats Emily and I ignored the request no matter how friendly the cat seemed.



He didn't leave. Just sat there at our door and complained. Two days later during a rain storm we finally relented and let him in. One of our best decisions ever.



Moe with a little adjustment soon fit right into the house and made himself completely at home.



At one point Moe climbed to an amazing 22 pounds in weight.



He was a superb hunter. Emily's word to describe Moe being on the trail of a mouse was 'relentless.' It's true. Over the decades I have seen him drag home for my inspection mice, moles, rabbits, snakes, birds, groundhog, and once even a tiny fawn as big as he was. During his life time there were no mice, spiders, very few flies or even grasshoppers residing in my house. A few tried, but they soon met Moe.



Moe's attitude towards the other animals was grudging trust without taking any BS. Initially when we adopted our dog Sassy, Moe attacked it on sight (making poor Sassy run out of the room). However, once Moe realized Sassy was not hostile he accepted her and would share sleeping space with her. Whether she liked the idea or not. :)



Both of the female cats liked him. When we adopted Herby in 04 and Herby tested Moe's authority, Moe let him know in no uncertain terms that Moe ruled the nest. After getting stitched up and returning from the animal hospital Herby never challenged Moe again and peace reigned.

Beauty, nature, wild animals, peace, and tranquility are what comes to mind when you tell someone you live on twenty-five acres of land.

They might envision their kids and grandchildren having plenty of room to run and play. Or take walks through the forest. Allow your animals to roam free. Fresh air and starry skies and all that.

The truth is: You only need one acre of land if you are not doing anything more than that. When you live in the country, there is so much more to think about.

If you are productive and care about your land, you might decide to do any number of things like these:

Be self-sufficient and have your own farm to raise food for yourself and your family. Why not for your community?
Raise rabbits, sheep, goats and lambs.
Raise cattle.
Run a you-pick berry, fruit, flower or vegetable farm.
Grow pumpkins.
Turn the house into a bed and breakfast lodge.
Rent it out to hunters. (My least favorite!)
Have it cut for firewood. (Also not my favorite.)
We all take many things for granted in our lives and this is one of them.

Let me tell you about the lazy, unforgivable, wasteful part of this story.

It sits and rots. It is abandoned as is the life within it. The trees decay from disease and die. Sometimes being choked out by vines and weeds. Their branches lying strewn about in the yard to further pollute the landscape because no one picks them up.

The animals you thought were safe are dead on the road or have mysteriously disappeared because a coyote or an owl took them and you will never know for sure nor have closure about it.

There are insects everywhere. From wood-boring bees, fire ant hills popping up, mosquitos out to bite you constantly, black flies that won't let you pick your fruit without stinging you, and wasps building nests on every area of your house that they choose to.

Bushes wildly grown over because no one trimmed them back so that you could see out of the windows nor walk down the sidewalk without brushing them aside.

Pinecones falling where they please with no apparent useful purpose. Maybe to feed the few sparse squirrels that are still living there.

The flowers that once were lovingly planted there that no one is outside to see. Orange tiger lilies, daffodils in white and yellow, violet lavender flowers growing in the grass among the pink wildflowers.

What beauty there is, goes mostly unnoticed and unappreciated by those who live their lives in a selfish possession driven state. They are ignorant of the abundance and pleasure that is theirs if they could only see. All they do is complain about what it takes to do the more menial tasks of just keeping it up for appearances. Whenever they get around to it.

Do you know someone like this? How sad!

It was barely two months ago that this kitten came into the world. It seems like so much longer. It was a little boy that was born to a female gray-striped cat that I named Sheba. She was abandoned by her owner and left starving in the woods, so I fed her and developed her trust.

Her kitten was severely injured somehow. I have not found the source nor figured out how. It was filled out and looked healthy, and then it showed up limping along like a drunken pirate leaning to one side, barely able to move forward. It could have been a dog or a snake that harmed it. I'll never know. The poor thing looked like it's belly went to his chest and there was no longer any stomach where it should be. It was breathing too hard and fast. There was no blood anywhere, and I could not find any puncture wounds nor bite marks.

For awhile, it seemed as if it would recover. I gave it antibiotics and monitored it closely. Last week, it wasn't breathing as well and was losing the remainder of it's weight. There are no vets nearby and no one to carry me.

The baby stopped eating two days ago and died this morning. I asked the people who owned this place if they would tell me where to bury it, help me to dig a hole, or how they wanted to take care of it. Where I come from, you don't leave dead animals around to rot. Even in the country and on the roads, at least animal control would come by and pick up the dead animals and dispose of them.

No one seemed to care. I spoke to my landlords, my neighbors, and never received a reply. This afternoon while they were doing whatever they had on their agenda, I went and buried this poor kitten.

No one helped. There were two men nearby that I had asked, and not once was I told that they would take care of it. I went back out into the heat of the day, grabbed the shovel, went behind a building and near a tree and struck the ground to see if I could get the shovel into it. Slowly, inch by inch, layer by layer, I made a circle and broke some roots as I did my best to pull up some dirt. I kept at it until the hole looked big enough. Then I picked up the plastic bag that I had the animal inside of and placed it in the ground. I carefully covered it up and placed a large concrete block on top of the mound hoping that the dogs could not dig it up.

I'm not used to being ignored when I ask someone to do something for me. Especially when it is something that I feel a man could help with. It made me even sadder to think about the animals in this world where people have no compassion nor empathy.

I hope others will become more sensitive and aware of the animal's plight as well as the emotions of others who care for them.

here's to you my dog who passed away july 11 this year.

Angel, who was a "mixed race" died of old age, she managed to do quite a lot of funny things throughout her life. from an early age she noticed my vision impairment and when i for instance had to answer the call of nature in the night and if she was laying in the hall, she allways wagged her tail so i could hear where she was. she also showed her love in a way that people would, kissing and being happy all the time when i visited her when she lived with my parents during her last year. good old Angel had her funny moments. sometimes she could just take off like a shot and run around the house, you couldn't have any snacks for yourself,lol. one thing is for sure, she made the best of her nearly 13 years in life.

It must be quite hard to be one of those people of whom when in their presence fell the need to make you feel small, Perhaps just to flesh out their own deflated and hidden nature. Like cats in a bird cage they would have your wings clipped to play with you on the ground while watching the dying of your light because they cannot comprehend the freedom of your flight.

Someone ran down and killed my imaginary dog, "Snatters". He was such a good dog too--never caused any trouble, easy to take care of. The bastard who hit him never even slowed down. People...

you ever said to your pet, be it a cat dog or even a goldfish.
Let us know and give us a giggle.
The reason why I ask is; I was in the processes of teaching my dog to shake hands or give me five, she did exceptionally well and I found myself saying "Who's your Daddy"

I hear its the best thing to say when teaching your b*tch new tricks !



Have a good day people

Is she so beautiful that four males chase and follow her? She attracts them every times she moves..their eyes won't let go of her..
She definitely makes me jealous...
She just grown up...
I once was dissapointed by her because when she was just a teenager she got pregnant and I didn't even really get a clue of it...I just knew it when she gave birth...but she is very caring...she took care of it well..
Now she is really grown up into a beautiful female...
Hmmm...now is mating season...the time when I hear the males Tom sounds calling for my beautiful pu**y cat :)

Hello everyone....have a nice day:)