3 Fat Cat Stack (Bottom to Top: Flash, Peter Parker, and “Kitten”)
Greetings Beloved Animal Care Giver!
THANK YOU for volunteering to take care of our five magnificent beasts.
First up, Les Chats.
1. FLASH: The Slow One
Here’s a big, dumb, shy, black & white fellow; ITCHY HEAD. He LIVES to have the top of his head scratched.
2. PETER PARKER: The Coy One
His tail curves up, but he likes his butt smacked; gently but firmly, with the three center fingers, right on his sacrum. (You might need to hold the tail down with your other hand).
3. KITTEN: The One With Attitude
His name is “Darth Snowflake,” but he only knows “Kitten,” and kiss noises 💋 💋 💋. I can’t explain the spell he casts on us. Likes to be stroked from head to tail, and also the side of his neck rubbed gently with the side of your finger.
In addition to love they also need food.
FOOD!
Please open three cans of cat food meat and place in their blue food bin. Then pour one container of kibble in the bin also. This is enough for one day.
WATER FOR CATS:
Please rinse and refill their bowl of water (next to the dishwasher). Thank you!
How you know the food bin is empty.
Now for the Buns!
4. FLUFF and NUTTER. The buns are finicky and hard to interact with very much by themselves. I do not recommend picking them up, but you may pet them, and/or offer them a treat (yogurt drop) from the jam jar.
BUN WATER:
Please rinse and refill their water mug. (Very important!)
BUN FOOD:
A) One big (messy) handful of hay goes on the right side of their bottom floor bin.
B) Onto the hay please pour one scoop of bunny kibble.
C) Grab a couple generous handfuls of fresh veggies from the container in the fridge and place it on their “balcony.”
That is it. Thank you SO SO much!!
We thank you, and if our pets were capable of any gratitude whatsoever, I’m sure they’d thank you too.
We hope you have enjoyed this installment of, “CircusKitchen Animal Care.”
Today is the day my parents evacuate my childhood home, in “Oakland,” California.
Except it was never “Oakland.” To me it’s “Secret Magic Unicorn Oakland.”
It’s not the Oakland you think about, or even one that most people know about.
It was an old ranch my parents found on the tippy top of paradise and bought for a song when I was six weeks old.
But now it is a sprawling equestrian estate, with the same, steady 20 mile view of gorgeous and protected Regional Park mountains.
I doubt there is a term for “Upper Middle Class Climate Refugees,” but the Fire Insurance alone has gone up around $25,000 per year, on top of all the other kinds of insurance and expenses. And when you are are of retirement age with limited income… turns out that is a deal breaker.
So after a month of packing up 50 years worth of homesteading under the incomparable direction of my indomitable stepmom Anita, plus a little transition period, they are off to Ann Arbor Michigan.
I am numb.
And eternally grateful my son and I crafted a spontaneous surprise visit out there this past November. I did not suspect that would be my last time to set foot on the tippy top of Earth’s paradise. Or to see my Dad gazing over this domain for the last time.
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Update: I was mistaken, and they are not moving out for two more weeks. Still packing like the dickens and getting out of dodge asap though.
Although I spend most of this day with our Mom, it is my sister and our kids whose pictures I capture (even if by video chat). Here is my sister going somewhere with her little kids:
Amanda actually has the most amazing smile and the only reason it’s not showing here is because we’re discussing something serious.
Mary is five, Rowan is 1½, Miles (not shown) is 12.
Here is me going somewhere with mine:
ClaraJane is reading “Frozen II” on the way to see “Frozen II.” (o:
Gavin is 11, ClaraJane is 8.
As you can see, her youngest children are younger than mine, which is why you see her face buried amid a swirl of cherubic faces, sticky fingers and active artwork in progress on-the-go.
My kids faces are buried in books.
It’s all so good. We are all healthy and alive and making messes and doing stuff, briefly flying around on a piece of rock whirling through the universe. What immeasurable blessings!
So here I am at a medical clown conference in Dallas, Texas, away from my precious flamly for eight days this week, and it is my daughter –with Daddy’s help– who is heart-beating the drum of longing the loudest. Here are some of the gifts I am receiving:
Because I’m not there to take her to the bus, she’s been going in to school early to help Daddy get the school kitchen ready:
I love her little hair net.
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And the gifts keep coming:
What can I say? The child loves her carrots.
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I suppose CJ is not the only one who’s been missing me:
My cat is not pleased.
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FRIDAY 1/24:
OK so enough’s enough. After an indescribable week, my son got in trouble at school, my daughter’s performance in class has completely shit the bed, and my mom is having emergency surgery!
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I don’t even know how Dear Hubsand is holding it together
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I am taxiing to the runway on the flight home, with no regrets, connected with my brother and my sister (& Auntie!), full of inspiration and possibility, firm in the understanding that above all else what matters is FAMILY.
Here is Mom in Her Glory just before emergency surgery:
In case my family thinks I was just horsing around at the Medical Clown Convention, it’s important that they know it’s not all just fun and games. Take this breakout workshop from the wee hours of Saturday night for example: