In Honor of Beethoven

Donna from Funky Junk Interiors lost her beloved Beethoven this month, and she is honoring him by doing a linky party. I believe that my furry little babies are just that, my babies, my children. Their lives should be celebrated the same as ours. These are all my babies that have owned me since I was an adult, in the order of their arrival.

This is Meez, who joined Scott and I on Mother's Day, 1996. He always grew up with dogs, but had a secret love of cats, which not everyone in the family shared. After lots of searching the newspapers (no Craigslist back in the day lol), we found my baby. She has an attitude all her own, which really is putting it nicely. Siamese have their own personality and are usually attached to one human. This cat has been stuck to me like teflon since the day we brought her home. We just celebrated her 15th birthday *s*

Thanksgiving weekend many moons ago, I receive a phone call from Scott saying that it's below freezing at the camper and the cat that he's been feeding since summer followed him inside. Can he bring her home he asks. Well, silly me was always under the impression that this was a kitty. Instead he brings me a 3 year old terror, that hasn't seen a human other than him in a very long time. After much love, she finally came around and became my largest lap baby at 16 pounds. I was blessed to have her with me for 13 years.

Squeakers and her sister Miaya came to me the first weekend in October, 2005. They are also products of me answering the phone and saying, "yes, honey, of course you can bring home the kittens". Someday I will have to stop answering the phone *s*

Squeakers is the dominate of the two sisters. She always has to have the attention, and has no qualms about laying all over my laptop to get it. As she gets older, I find that she looks like my beloved Stray kitty. I've always wondered if they were from the same family. Squeaks loves to lay in the sun, both on the deck and in the driveway. She's the only kitty I've ever had that wanted to go outside. When Scott and I are outside, she's allowed out to roll around the concrete, and since my deck is fenced in, she's welcome to go out there to sun.

Miaya's my next "fluffiest" baby. Her personality is nothing like Squeaks. She's a shy kitty unless you live here, doesn't like to snuggle unless it's with her sis, and has no tolerance for any noise. You couldn't get her out the front door for anything. Her place in bed is always at the foot of the bed on my side. Always. She WILL make you move.

I believe Lucky definitely deserved her name. Apparently she lived with Chad's (ex neighbor) mom, but she was abused by her dog, so kitty moved in with Chad. She liked to be outdoors, so she spent most of her time at my house. I knew Chad was moving, but I had a surprise waiting for me one day when I came home from work. Lucky was in her usual spot on my chair on the porch, but beside my front door was her crate, bowl, and some food. He never asked if I would take care of her, but when I ran into him a few years later he said he knew that I would give her a good life. She was 16 or so when she adopted me, and I was blessed to be her mommy for another year and a half.

Our first puppy together is LaylaRose. She's a brindle boxer with enough energy for at least three people! She's 13 weeks old now and I never knew I could be so much of a dog person. I absolutely adore her, and look forward to our nightly snuggles. There's a learning curve for me with how to train a puppy, but I have faith that she will turn out ok in spite of me and my efforts. During the day, she stays with Scott at work (lucky puppy) and gets spoiled by both of us at night. I want her to stay puppy sized forever, but at 25 pounds now, I know it's not going to happen. She'll still always be our "Puppy Girl".

I hope that you've enjoyed reading about my babies. They are the lights of my life, and without them, this house would be way too quiet!!