Where did the “feral attribute” go?

Marty enjoying a relaxing moment in front of my upright piano.

Dear Readers, We lost our five indoor cats to various illnesses: kidney failure, intestinal cancer, cancerous tumors, and thyroid issues. We suffered along with them, and took care of them as well as we could. A friend of mine used to tell me that animals let you know when it’s time to put them away. She said that they gave us a lot of joy while they were with us, and that now it was our turn to perform that last act of kindness which most animal lovers know as euthanasia. Our last kitty was 19 years old when he passed away comfortably in our doctor’s office. Probably a year went by before we adjusted to his loss. Then the next phase of assuming roles as animal caregivers appeared.

A lifetime ago, my husband and I enjoyed barbecuing chicken breasts, pork chops, baked potatoes, and vegetables of all types. While my husband barbecued, he threw pieces of meat that he didn’t approve of on our patio. Sometimes he barbecued close to nighttime and it was hard to see what was in our backyard. But he still continued to throw the rejected meat onto the patio and the yard. At the time, he thought it was a good idea to do this because hungry animals could feast on the pieces of meat that we were not using.

Klyban and Marty relaxing on top of my sewing machine cabinet.

One morning when we were watering the backyard with hoses and attached sprinklers (We don’t have a sprinkler system.), we noticed a mama cat and her offspring laying on the grass a few feet away from the sprinklers. The cats were enjoying the cool breeze generated by the water droplets and the gentle wind. We did not chase them away, but when we turned off the sprinklers, they sought refuge under our storage shed. It took us a while, days, to decide whether we would take care of them or find them homes through the Humane Society. It was a difficult decision to make, but we chose to take care of them.

Klyban taking a nap on our sofa.

Eventually, a black and white kitty (Klyban) became our first friend. We took him inside, and he never saw the outdoors again. His mother (Mama Kitty) and his brother (Marty) were next. However, there was only one kitty that did not want to become our friend. He was a beautiful, yellow and white cat, unfortunately, we never saw him again. As animal lovers, my husband and I always hoped that the kitty had found himself a good home. Meantime, Mama Kitty, Klyban, and Marty were happy inside our home. Our vet examined them and told us that they were part of the Fort Worth Spay and Release Program. That’s when we realized that our pets were feral cats. Worried that we might attract more needful animals, we quit barbecuing.

Marty resting on my bed.

The years went by. Mama Kitty and Marty were still not very friendly, but Klyban was. He spent a lot of time on my lap and slept with me. Eventually, about 3 years ago, I got Marty to share my lap with Klyban. When we lost Klyban and Mama Kitty, our hearts broke, and tears flowed down our cheeks. They had been our friends for a long time, about 12 years. Three years ago, Marty became extra-friendly. I suspect it’s because he misses Klyban. Now, without any coaxing, he sits on my lap when I eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner on my recliner near a small occasional table. (Fibromyalgia is responsible for this eating procedure.) When it’s time for me to go to bed, Marty hops on the bed to be by me and gives me a bunch of gentle head-butts. I give him a bunch of pats, and tell him that I love him. However, I don’t let him sleep with me because Marty has not learned that his claws are retractable. I know he means well, but I have a few scratches on my arms and legs.

Marty is probably 16 years old, and in good health. Unfortunately, he has had dental problems. In a few days, he will have a dental consult. Depending on the findings, he might undergo dental surgery or a teeth cleaning. I pray that if he needs anesthesia, he will be okay because he is a senior Kitty. Even though, it took him a long time to show us that he loves us, he has become a lovable, friendly Kitty. And I often wonder: “Where did his ‘feral attribute’ go?”

Dear readers, please pray that Marty’s dental visit is successful and that the blood work shows that he is well. Thank you for reading my blog. Stay healthy and have a wonderful day! Maria E. Murray

Help for Tough Times

Mamma Kitty

This morning does not differ from my usual schedule—thank Jesus I made it to another day; take my medication, get dressed, make the bed. Ahead the bedroom door is closed. It used to be open so my Kitty (Klyban) had access to the bedroom, food, water, and his litter box. I try not to sadden myself because I no longer have him, but I have his brother, Marty.

Prayer is part of my daily schedule, especially today, because it is St. Francis’ feast day. I ask him to take care of my husband, sister, Marty (our cat), and Twister, (our dog). Furthermore, I pray for animals and people who are on their own. They need our help to survive during these tough times. I finish my prayers asking Jesus for the usual things, and then I try to do some work on the computer. These days computer work mostly involves trying to help my sister who has Alzheimer’s and lives with us.

Breakfast time comes around so I open my bedroom door with thoughts of visiting my website to tell the world that today is St. Francis’s feast day. With the help of my Rollator walker, I head to the kitchen to make breakfast. Along the way, I visit with Marty for a few seconds as he scurries to the bedroom for food and water. Meanwhile, I fix cereal and oatmeal for my sister. (My husband has a different meal plan, his own.) As I eat breakfast Assisi, Italy, comes to mind. Yes. I was there. For a few hours, I treaded on holy ground. A feeling of holiness drifts into my body as I realize that Jesus walked around that holy city, too.

I don’t have a picture of St. Francis, but I selected a few pictures of my former and present pets. I’m sure St. Francis played a part in their care and in my life. He helped me learn to use my time more efficiently in spite of having Fibromyalgia. I’m not perfect. Because of the pain, I have my moments, but Jesus, St Francis, and their friends have helped me through some very rough times.

Here are the prayers that I daily say to St. Francis and Jesus when I wake up in the morning.

Prayer to Jesus

Dear Jesus, thank you for letting me live another day, and please help me make today a beautiful day.

Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace; where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master, 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. It is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

Have a nice day! Stay safe, and thanks for visiting my website.

Today is National Pet Day

I have two adorable pets, a cat, Marty, and a foxhound, Twister. We love them!

Marty is probably 14 years old. He used to be a feral cat, but we turned him and his brother, Klyban, and their mother into indoor cats. Klyban and Marty were very fond of each other, almost inseparable. They played, and when they rested, slept together.

                                Marty and Klyban sleeping together

Mamma Kitty

Klyban playing inside a cardboard box

One morning, about 3 years ago, Mamma Kitty suddenly vomited blood. My husband rushed her to our vet, but he called me to give me the sad news: ” Mamma didn’t make it.”  We miss her a lot. She was an amazing cat, who loved to play with her toys. Many times we heard her meowing to them as if they were her children.

Unfortunately, last year we lost Klyban to lymphoma on June 26, 2019. Losing him hit me and my husband very hard. I’m sure that his death affected Marty, also. Marty was not himself for several months, and I realized that this behavior was probably due to missing Klyban. I can understand how Marty must have felt. I cried rivers when Klyban passed away and found it very hard to not see him sleeping on my bed, on the recliner, and sofa;  walking around the house; and playing with Marty. For several months, every  time I thought about him, tears flowed from my eyes because I no longer had him. ( I experienced the same feelings when Mamma died, but at least she didn’t suffer from undergoing cancer treatments.)

My husband and I spend as much time as possible with Marty after Klyban’s passing because we understood that there was a possibility that he was still grieving. It wasn’t until recently, perhaps this past month, that Marty started to act like himself. He sleeps and has become very affectionate. This behavior probably means he has accepted the loss of  his sibling. (I’m not done with losing Klyban or Mamma; however,  Marty and my husband keep me happy, and so does our foxhound, Twister.

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Twister

Twister is a rescue dog. When we found him in our backyard, he was very sick.  We took him to our vet and learned he had steroid responsive meningitis. Twister underwent treatments and survived, and now he’s been part of the family for approximately 11 years. 

My final comment or recommendation on National Pet Day is to love and take good care of your pets. They love you unconditionally and make your life merrier when it hits a rough spot. 

Role of Black and White Kitty in Header

My Beloved Kitty Klyban

On a cold 2018 winter evening while I rested on my recliner, Klyban sat in front of my piano licking his paws. I had my “daily routine” notebook nearby, so I decided to make a sketch of my kitty. Little did I know that he would be the inspiration for a children’s chapter book that I finished in March 2019. (He played a major character.) Unfortunately, Klyban was diagnosed with lymphoma. My husband and I tried to help him as much as possible, but on June 26, our beloved kitty had to be euthanized to end his suffering. We stayed with him to the bitter end in our vet’s examination room, crying and comforting him until he passed away. I don’t need to look at the Header or pictures to remember Klyban. He was part of our family, and a special kitty that will forever linger in my heart and brain.

Marty’s Eyelid Update

Marty’s eyelid after surgery.

Marty had been scratching or rubbing on the sutures because the strands formed loops that pestered his eye. My husband got brave (Marty will scratch you without warning.), and trimmed some threads.

The eyelid looked irritated. That was worrisome, so we took Marty for a checkup. But apparently Marty was okay. In three weeks, the sutures should dissolve, and the eyelid should heal.

Marty’s stitches were removed!

Marty

 Marty’s eyelids were partially sewn together. He had a small opening at the side of his eye next to his nose. He could see through this small aperture. Now that the sutures have been removed, he’s probably more than happy that he can open his eye.

Marty’s eyelid tumor

Marty sitting in hall.

Marty recently had surgery to remove a growth on his left eyelid. He’s due for a checkup with his surgeon this week. I’ll have more information about the status of his eye and the results of the tumor biopsy. I hope his tumor is benign. Please pray for Marty. Thank you!

My Baby Kitty is in Heaven.

June 26, our beloved kitty, Klyban, passed away peacefully at VCA Animal Hospital under Dr. Ashley Roller’s compassionate administration of euthanasia. Tears flowing from our eyes, my husband and I stayed with Klyban until the bitter end.†††††††††††††††††††

Klyban sitting next to my office chair
Klyban and his brother, Marty, enjoying quality time with me.
Klyban licking Marty
Klyban resting on one of his favorite spots.