steven

Before I tell you about a recent dream, there are a few things you need to know about me. Ten, actually. 1. I’m an intentional optimist. Not a natural optimist. Intentional.

I am sitting here in my office during lunch, and it is cat-free. Even still, there are reminders everywhere. Fur on the clothes, scratches on the hands, my “rescued” calendar, and my “catffeinated” mug.

My hubby, Laurence, and I recently visited some friends in Arizona - Elvie and Ian. We went on a number of auto trips, occasionally getting out of the air-conditioned vehicle to more fully enjoy the spectacular views.

(This blog entry was written in December 2008) What weighs 300 pounds and takes 300 pounds to carry it? I’ll give you three hints. 1. It happens just before Christmas. Nope, it’s not Santa hoisting his toy bag into the sled. 2.

I find it quite entertaining to watch the relationships between young children and cats. One encounter stands out in my mind. I got a call at Small Things some time ago. A mother wanted to adopt a resilient young cat.

There is a proverb in the Bible that reads like so, “Go to the ant, thou sluggard. Consider her ways and be wise!” But if you want to learn about persistence, look no further than your household moggy.

You may wonder how volunteering at the local pound can be any fun. Let’s be honest, while the vast majority of dogs will be adopted, the vast majority of cats won’t be – and I’m a crazy cat lady.

(This is a story I wrote in November 2008) I was shop-vac-ing my “Princess Cat Parlour” – I’ll explain what this is shortly – when I heard a “thwop” following by the bagpipey noise that indicates, “In four hours the ship blows up, Captain.

Not every companion animal themed column is a happy one. Two days ago we had to euthanize our not-so-old (to us) Golden Retriever, Mercy. Mercy is not the name we chose for her – we adopted her when she was eight years old.

One of my favourite children’s books is Erik the Viking Sheep, written by Elizabeth Creith and illustrated by Linda Hendry. If you had little ones in the 1990s, and they brought home from school the Scholastic book flyer, you can’t have missed it.