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Twin Chauncey

Captivating Chauncey

A camera at the breakfast table got this morning Chauncey shot! Mirror images, glass, reflections, and water colors intrigue me.

Hanging Out in Tote

Hanging Out in Tote

Chauncey loves bags. This is a new twist as Joe carries Chauncey in a tote on his shoulder.

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Chauncey makes room for himself feline style on corner of desk!

Circle of Love

Circle of Love

Grace and Chauncey are curled up in the top of their scratching post. What a way to spend an afternoon!

Warm Purrs!

So I get to my office and the keys are not in my bag to unlock the door. Flashback to the evening before………

I am relaxing on the living room couch. All of a sudden pandemonium erupts. Chauncey sprints into the dining room from the kitchen, circles around the dining table and knocks over a small tilt-top table. A metal tray crashes to the hardwood floor. Princess Grace and Lexie Lee bolt for the upstairs level. Chauncey is on their heels. I still can’t comprehend what is happening. The noise level is incredible. As Chauncey speeds by, I see a plastic tote bag attached to him. What? It looks like a parachute has just opened behind him! Minutes before I placed the bag on the kitchen table when I returned from work. I removed the water bottle and left the bag standing upright.

I leap off the couch and run up the stairs after Chauncey. He is under the bed for a split second, but reappears in my sight. I grab him. By now the bag is flattened and is hanging together on one side, but the handle is tight around his belly. He is frightened and fighting to get away from me. A fleeting thought is to cut the bag off, but I am not close to a pair of scissors. Probably just as well! With one hand I push Chauncey into the soft comforter, and he calms down slightly.

“Give me a minute Chauncey and I’ll get this thing off you. How did you get into this mess? I’ve got to get the handle around your front legs. Oh my, let me do this!”

As I continue to talk to Chauncey, he relaxes. I ease the handle around the right front leg and then over his head, and he is freed. I chuckle as I am left holding my tattered Live, Laugh and Love bag. Well, I’ve had my laugh for today!

Later that evening as I’m putting the house back together, I find the top to my lipstick tube under the dining table. It does not occur to me that the office keys were in the bag as well. A day later I find the keys in a corner of the dining room. The lipstick is still missing!

Warm Purrs!

I took a nasty tumble down some stairs last weekend. I was headed to the lower level of the house to feed the kitties, Chauncey and Gracie. They dashed ahead of me. I missed the third step and tried to catch my fall by grabbing onto the banister. I landed hard on my right side, twisted my left foot on the fifth step, and broke a fingernail way back. I was certain I had broken my ankle, and I let out a scream. The kitties were at the base of the stairs leading into the room where they eat. Lexie Lee was at the top of the stair landing looking down at me. Chauncey ran to the step where I landed and rubbed up against me. He stayed with me for several minutes before moving up with Lexie Lee.

Gracie maintained her position at the bottom of the stairs and kept her gaze focused on me. Lexie Lee and Chauncey did not stir from the upper part of the hall. Like Gracie, they watched me intently. No one meowed.

They had never seen me like this. Their expressions told me, “We are staying here until you get up.” They had forgotten about their late night snack. I was comforted by the thought if I could not get up for awhile, I was not alone. After about fifteen minutes, I made an effort to move my foot. I wriggled my toes. But I could not stand. I managed to scoot the rest of the way down the steps. As I moved, Lexie Lee and Chauncey followed me.

I groaned and made lots of noise as I slowly hopped into the room. They continued to watch me. I think I scared little Gracie. I fed them and crawled back up the stairs to the second level and then hopped my way to the third level and fell into bed. The three cats soon joined me.

By some miracle, I did not break any bones. Lessons learned—go slowly on the steps. It’s ok the cats get to the destination faster! And never underestimate their powerful presence and support!

Warm Purrs!

Rose

By now you know two kittens named Chauncey and Gracie have been added to my household. They are almost 15 weeks old, and they have quite a story to share about how they made their way to me. So let’s start at the beginning and over the next few weeks, you will get the whole story.

Their journey actually goes back to Christmas of 2009. Four days before I returned to the family farm in Missouri, my brother Steve discovered a calico cat in my mother’s garage. When he opened the door to the house, the cat followed him in and jumped on mother’s chair in the kitchen. Steve bought cat food and checked on the cat daily. Our mother had passed away in July and no one was living in the house. He promptly named her Rose—after our mother Rosemary.

A light snow was falling on the evening of my arrival. I had forgotten about the cat. When I opened the garage door, I heard a rustling followed by a meow. Out from a dark corner, the most adorable cat appeared. The cat greeted me as if she had known me forever. I unlocked the house, and she followed me in and jumped on mother’s chair! I had heard this story before!

I was astounded. My dread in entering a dark, empty house without my mother to greet me was overshadowed by Rose. From that moment forward, she took charge of our Christmas holiday. The energy shifted dramatically in the house. I knew mother sent this living, breathing, loving creature to soften our family’s sorrow. We were going to have an unforgettable Christmas.

Since I had arrived a week before Christmas, I intended to decorate mother’s house, shop for gifts, wrap festive packages, and bake goodies. I hoped to make the best of sad circumstances as our family had lost four members in the previous eight months. I just did not know a furry angel would be at my side. Rose helped me with everything. Whatever I was doing, she was close by. When I left to run errands, I knew she would be waiting to welcome me upon my return. She slept with me the first night and the remaining ten nights I was there. She staked out a spot under the Christmas tree and delighted in snoozing there nestled among the packages.

Kitty gifts were quickly added to my shopping list. Rose needed everything including a litter pan, litter, scoop, brush, toys, scratching post, and food bowls. And of course she had to have her own stocking and be dressed for Christmas!

My sister, two brothers and sister-in-law did indeed have a lovely Christmas and all because of Rose. Mother could have shopped until the end of time and never found a more perfect gift for us than the calico Christmas cat.

Bountiful Blessings!

Chauncey & Gracie

I am thrilled to introduce you to my blessed fur babies, Chauncey and Gracie. They are 14-weeks-old today. I cared for Rose and her litter of six kittens over most of the summer back on the Missouri family farm. What an incredible experience I had!

During the next few weeks I will share some of our adventures including arriving a few days after their birth, weaning, feeding, bonding, and traveling by air. Now these two darlings are in Florida and the adventures continue for Lexie Lee and me.

Bountiful Blessings!

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