Ms.Morgan will be ten-years old September 15, 2014. I adopted her from Verona Street Animal Society in Rochester, NY in 2005. She was a year-old when I brought her home. I will never forget the day she picked me.
I have always been an advocate for adopting shelter & rescue animals. In fact, all my fur-babies are adopted and I have never purchased from a breeder. I HAVE purchased puppies from people while doing rescue, but that was only to help the puppies get out of bad situations. I try not to judge, however I feel very strongly that there are enough unwanted, abused, neglected and home-less dogs & cats in this world. So, my only questions to breeders is …..
WHY are you contributing to the already over-populated problem and is money THAT important to you? It’s sad really. I know that some rather heated debates have come from those two questions … reality is though – Breeders are motivated by money, plain and simple. It’s a rather selfish act on their own part.
Back to my Morgan. The day I went to visit the animal society I was on the hunt for the perfect cat. I had no preference as far as age or sex. I had always wanted a pure black cat but never had any success in finding one. While I was looking at the kitties in their cages in front of me, I felt a tap on the back of my neck. Behind me was more cages filled with homeless cats. When I turned around there was Morgan, laying on her side with this wild-eyed look on her face. She had both of her arms stretched out of the cage as far as she could reach and continued to bat me playfully in the face. I knew right from that moment – SHE was going home with me. So, I always tell everyone Morgan picked me. ❤
The day I was supposed to pick up Morgan from the shelter, 9/14/2005 – I went into labor with my second child. I remember the shelter lady giggling saying she would make sure Morgan was cared for until we could get there to get her. The next day my ex-husband made the trip down to pick her up .. hence her birthday is on September 15th. It IS the little things that Morgan does that make me so happy. She has present for the past nine-years of my life. While she maybe JUST a cat to some, she’s my girl! She has comforted me through some tough times, she has kept me company when I was bored out of my mind and she has made me laugh at her wild and random antics. In the end — this cat is the animal equivalent to a human best friend for me. Where ever I am in the house – she’s within a 3 foot radius but more than likely sitting on me. ❤
All in all – I love this girl and the little moments with her that make me smile. ❤
Divine secrets June 15th challenge is creating a themed art piece based on a tetradic color theme. *Stares blankly at Manda* Manda is the art queen – Faery Ink. I do love you to pieces Ms.Manda, but … what the FUCK is that? I am almost certain she is smirking as she reads this. Teehee. She said to go HERE. I still don’t get it. But, I’ll give it a go. Perhaps I’ll do some more research on it and tackle this appropriately later. I think I’m lacking blue and green in the first photo and blue in the second. Manda — help me out here. XD
I have been lacking in my keeping up my blog. Sorry. I am trying to enjoy the sun and warm weather as much as possible as it seems that there is about a month of summer up here in Northern New York. So, I am going to play catch up before I shut down this computer and go outside to enjoy another day of sunshine. The Divine Secrets June 8th challenge is Five Things About me and Flowers.
I photographed my orchids in the front yard when they first bloomed. They have since withered away and wont bloom again until next year, but they are one of my favorite flowers. Lillies of any kind being the #1. The scientific name of the early purple orchid is orchis mascula. It is a perennial herbaceous plant with stems up to 50–60 centimetres (20–24 in) of height. They are quite tall. It grows in a variety of habitats, from meadows to mountain pastures and woods, in full sun or shady areas. It is referred to as “long purple” by Gertrude in Shakespeare’s Hamlet. (Info: Orchis Mascula)
The second challenge is Five Things You Didn’t Know About Me (this COULD get interesting)
(Left: Manda, Right: Vejay)
- Taunted (by wee little people)
- Frigid (St Lawrence Rive is NOT friendly in June)
- Silly (Reminded me of being a kid)
- Humorous (We all laughed as I hesitated & whined)
- Drained (Outside ALL day, I was ready for bed at 7 p.m.)
- Happy (I am so grateful for my kids, the kids I get to babysit, friends & family)
This shit has gotten real and I have no complaints. I have a good life. By no means perfect or flawless… but, good. Aside from the unwavering temptation to throat punch Daddy P. when he does his hourly walk-by boobing or grab my thirteen year old and say “What the FUCK is wrong with you?” — I’m good. All is well in my world.
Okay – so there is a few things I would to discuss. One is PTPS. Not P.T.S.D. – Post Traumatic PREGNANCY Syndrome, most commonly known as motherhood. I’m not a single mom. Well, I am .. it just depends on the day and whether or not the Army has decided to capture Daddy P. and upset the order in my house. By upsetting the order things get rather chaotic. The kids loose their minds, the dogs eat shit they shouldn’t, everything stops working, I can’t find anything and well …. it’s Daddy P.’s fault (kind of, not really).