Silent Sunday ~ A New Friend for Bronte
Tag: family pets
A cooler day than yesterday
Even the storm that hit yesterday afternoon didn’t succeed in cooling the temperature. I don’t know what it reached – 32 or 33 degrees C maybe – with so much humidity that even when I sat completely still, beads of sweat tickled my skin as it ran in streams down the centre of my back.
Today has been so much cooler. You would think by looking at the ominous clouds in the photo that it rained all day – it didn’t. In fact, I don’t think it has rained at all in the last 24 hours.
My apologies for not replying to comments or visiting other blog sites these past few days. I have been otherwise occupied by various different commitments, including grand-puppy sitting, grandchild sitting, and packing up my kitchen. Yes, the time has finally arrived – my old kitchen will be removed on Wednesday morning in preparation for the installation of a sparkly new kitchen. I’m so excited!
Finding places to store the contents of my kitchen cupboards has been a challenge. It’s only through rearranging cupboards in other rooms around the house that I am finding places for everything. It’s nearly 10pm now, and after adding today’s post I am going back to kitchen sorting again for half an hour before going to bed. 🙂
Portrait of a Twenty-Year-Old
She made it! The Queen of my pets, beautiful Phoebe, celebrated her twentieth birthday on Sunday. Or should I say her people-family celebrated for her. I’m sure Phoebe thought it was just another day of sleeping, eating and having snuggles with her people.
Phoebe gave us quite a scare just over a week ago. We thought she wouldn’t see her twentieth – that’s ninety-six in human years – but after spending a night at the vets on an intravenous drip containing fluids and antibiotics, she came home again the next day. She amazed our wonderful vet by pulling through! He was convinced we’d all but lost her.
I wasn’t convinced. I needed to find out the problem before I could make that unmentionable decision. And I’m so glad I did.
She’s still on medication for a severe infection, but look at her now – bright-eyed, happy, and purring with contentment.
Phoebe was born on the 3rd February 1999. My kids – who were all still little ones at that time – found her in a pet shop. How could any of us resist her? We brought her home with us in April 1999, and she’s ‘grown up’ with my children, various dogs, birds, cats who have lived here temporarily when one of my children have moved back home, and she takes our busy household in her stride.
For the first ten years that we had Phoebe she was an outdoor cat, venturing out every morning, returning home either when it rained, or it was time for dinner. After she came indoors for her meal, that’s where she stayed for the night, usually curled up on the end of my bed. When we started to notice her panic when we let her outdoors, we decided to keep her inside. We’ve been told that she probably started to lose her eyesight around that time. And in the last couple of years we’ve noticed her hearing isn’t the best either. When the arthritis set in, she stopped jumping up onto my bed at night, but she still loves to curl up on a comfy chair.
It would be lovely if Phoebe made it to another birthday, and maybe she will. But for now, I’m just so thankful she’s well. And happy. ❤
In My World 