Dotty and me, two misfitseach bonded in our traumaeach doing the best we can.Both a little scruffy, wobbly,falling down and lifting up.Forgiving, returning, eachto the other, again and again.(Dotty is rescue cat andI am soul-scarred human.We save each other.) Please note that Dotty passed away on August 18 of this year.
Category: cats
#FFF 77 — June Doodads
More pics taken in June. Hope you enjoy them. Happy Friday! The first batch were taken June 2 at fmg. The welcoming bouquet always sets the tone. The ponds were looking comparable to the DC reflecting pool. Turtles and frogs were carrying on as usual. One of the areas under construction is finally finished with…
Doodads — Kitties Plus
It’s been awhile since posting pics of Mlady and Dotty. I know Mlady looks fat in this picture. She is not fat. She is solid, but her fur is over 3″ long which makes her look bigger. Dotty is maintaining her size. That said, the two main lumps are growing and she is getting more…
#FFF 74 Pics from April (long)
Happy Friday to All. It’s been a busy month for blogging and for being out and about. Was able to get a first bike ride in, went to Meijer Gardens a few times, out to a movie with friends, to dream group, out for lunch with friends, out to an open mike night to listen…
POPO 2025 — Day 30 — Dotty’s Prognosis
Dotty’s Prognosis Stage 3 of 3, aka the worst. 12-18 months eta to heaven. Her frankenbelly pale, a shaved expanse criss-crossed with thin, dark suture. “Bad news,” I message my kids, “will tell you more later.” Honestly, I don’t have the heart. Why such a small, gentle cat was given a life filled with misery,…
POPO 2025 — Day 27 — Dotty Goes In
Dotty Goes In Dotty goes in for her surgery in 2 days. The once-small lump near belly button keeps growing. Today it is a golf ball hemisphere. It doesn’t bother her like it bothers me. She writhes on her back, purring, while its red angry presence laughs. Fuck you, tumor. Soon you will be jarred,…
POPO 2025 — Day 9 — She
She (for Mlady) She pads on silent paws that end feather-light leg bones attached with sleek tendons and muscles, housed in long, cottony-soft fur. She moves effortlessly this mute huntress, from screened door to screened door watching chipmunks scurry, bright-striped, brown-patched, along their chipmunk paths.
