FlutePixzy's 5

I'm not surprised I missed your note. Sometimes I look up at my love meter and I'm behind by 1000+ notes - aack! But I couldn't help commenting on the 22 cats your mother-in-law loved. Every time I go to the pet store there's at least one kitten from the local shelter that I could easily adopt and would except my parents and my husband would think I'd lost my mind. I just figure, the house is already so full of fur, who's going to notice a little more.
VanAllen wrote:

You have been through so so much. Any cat or other animal is so lucky to have you as mistress. Our elderly cats have all ended up with arthritis but with some pain relief from vets they have had a really good quality of life. Cats are, however, very stoic. We have, like you, loved ours with all our hearts and they have loved us unconditionally too. I and my husband both grew up with cats too. His mum ended up with about 22, I loved visiting!!

You have been through so so much. Any cat or other animal is so lucky to have you as mistress. Our elderly cats have all ended up with arthritis but with some pain relief from vets they have had a really good quality of life. Cats are, however, very stoic. We have, like you, loved ours with all our hearts and they have loved us unconditionally too. I and my husband both grew up with cats too. His mum ended up with about 22, I loved visiting!!
FlutePixzy wrote:

We''ve always had two to three cats. They've traveled the world with use. The two oldest went from Kansas to Korea, back to the US, to the Netherlands and Germany and back to the US again. Both died when they were 18 and near 18. They had three kittens that moved to Korea with us when they were only a week old. We gave two to an American couple there. The third, Max, had to be put down when he was only six years old due to urinary tract complications - he'd had surgery the year before. LIke one of yours, Flower, Max's mom, went blind when she was 16 and when she became incontinent at 18 we had to put her down too. She was a very petite tabby Bobtail. Poor Chester, Max's dad, died after developing arthritis a few months before he turned 18. Of the five, Max was the only one with long hair - some latent gene I suppose in his parents.

I'd rescued Precious, now 13, when she was just a few weeks old. She was a few years old when Flower and Chester died. When we got our golden retriever that year, we also rescued a kitten that had an abscess in his groin. The Saturday night we brought him home I took him to our vet tech. The abscess broke on my chest where he was laying on the way there. I thought it would never stop oozing. When I took him back to see the vet the following Monday, I picked up Kato - one of a number that had been roaming motherless in Myrtle Beach. Although rescued, we think Skrappy has Norwegian Forest cat qualities, while Kato exhibited all the qualities of a Ragamuffin.

Shortly after Kato died from lymphoma I spent six weeks in FL with my mom as she went through breast cancer surgery. When I left FL I took with me two eight week old, seal point, blue-eyed Ragdolls - the first non-rescued cats we've ever had. You probably know that Ragdolls were bred from Siamese.

They are all my delight. I recently had to see a psychiatrist before undergoing a procedure to have wires inserted in my back to control my pain (funny, I didn't have to see one before my hysterectomy =^o^=). After telling him about my near 30 year history of pain, he asked if I ever got depressed. I asked him, "Who could possibly get depressed with four cats?"

Don't tell the others but Kato had been my favorite. He was all over me, where I went he went and when I stopped moving he'd climb up in my lap and stay until I moved again. In the two weeks before he succumbed to lymphoma I stayed with him, 24/7, following him to the litter box and staying on the sofa bed in my keeping room. When he died it felt like my heart was being ripped from my chest.

It seems, no matter how much it hurts to lose a beloved pet, we always have enough love for another - or two.

VanAllen wrote:

So painful losing animals who become 100% part of the family and give such unconditional love. I too would be thinking your dad had called your lovely kitty. We have always had cats. We finally had four siamese, all related, from a friend who needed homes for 13. We had only ever had 2 at a time before. They were a brother and sister (seal point and chocolate tabby point) and two tabby points, male brothers) who were cousins of the other two. Kai died aged 7 of a collapsed oesophagus. Khan died 3 years ago of cancer aged 16. He became totally blind but was still top cat! Pav (pavarotti) died this year of cancer and aged 19. He had become totally deaf but responded to lots of sign language. Bodicea (bodie) is still with us aged 19. She, like us, really missed the others but has now settled into being a very spoiled Diva!! Cats have always come first here in any case!! Now Shih Tzus - they are gorgeous too!
otiamaria wrote:

:) I have two Shih Tzus, hehe. They're my WORLD. I lost my precious kitty, Callie Jean on May 8th, this year.
Meh. I don't wanna go there....but I still miss her so much. She was given to my dad as a retirement gift in '91 when she was a weeeee little mew-mew. After I lost my dad to cancer in '97, Callie got sick, and I whisked her away from my mom to care for her myself.
My dad's birthday was May 9th.....I can't help but think he wanted his kitty back for his birthday.
XO

We''ve always had two to three cats. They've traveled the world with us. The two oldest went from Kansas to Korea, back to the US, to the Netherlands and Germany and back to the US again. Both died when they were 18 and near 18. They had three kittens that moved to Korea with us when they were only a week old. We gave two to an American couple there. The third, Max, had to be put down when he was only six years old due to urinary tract complications - he'd had surgery the year before. LIke one of yours, Flower, Max's mom, went blind when she was 16 and when she became incontinent at 18 we had to put her down too. She was a very petite tabby Bobtail. Poor Chester, Max's dad, died after developing arthritis a few months before he turned 18. Of the five, Max was the only one with long hair - some latent gene I suppose in his parents.

I'd rescued Precious, now 13, when she was just a few weeks old. She was a few years old when Flower and Chester died. When we got our golden retriever that year, we also rescued a kitten that had an abscess in his groin. The Saturday night we brought him home I took him to our vet tech. The abscess broke on my chest where he was laying on the way there. I thought it would never stop oozing. When I took him back to see the vet the following Monday, I picked up Kato - one of a number that had been roaming motherless in Myrtle Beach. Although rescued, we think Skrappy has Norwegian Forest cat qualities, while Kato exhibited all the qualities of a Ragamuffin.

Shortly after Kato died from lymphoma I spent six weeks in FL with my mom as she went through breast cancer surgery. When I left FL I took with me two eight week old, seal point, blue-eyed Ragdolls - the first non-rescued cats we've ever had. You probably know that Ragdolls were bred from Siamese.

They are all my delight. I recently had to see a psychiatrist before undergoing a procedure to have wires inserted in my back to control my pain (funny, I didn't have to see one before my hysterectomy =^o^=). After telling him about my near 30 year history of pain, he asked if I ever got depressed. I asked him, "Who could possibly get depressed with four cats?"

Don't tell the others but Kato had been my favorite. He was all over me, where I went he went and when I stopped moving he'd climb up in my lap and stay until I moved again. In the two weeks before he succumbed to lymphoma I stayed with him, 24/7, following him to the litter box and staying on the sofa bed in my keeping room. When he died it felt like my heart was being ripped from my chest.

It seems, no matter how much it hurts to lose a beloved pet, we always have enough love for another - or two.

VanAllen wrote:

So painful losing animals who become 100% part of the family and give such unconditional love. I too would be thinking your dad had called your lovely kitty. We have always had cats. We finally had four siamese, all related, from a friend who needed homes for 13. We had only ever had 2 at a time before. They were a brother and sister (seal point and chocolate tabby point) and two tabby points, male brothers) who were cousins of the other two. Kai died aged 7 of a collapsed oesophagus. Khan died 3 years ago of cancer aged 16. He became totally blind but was still top cat! Pav (pavarotti) died this year of cancer and aged 19. He had become totally deaf but responded to lots of sign language. Bodicea (bodie) is still with us aged 19. She, like us, really missed the others but has now settled into being a very spoiled Diva!! Cats have always come first here in any case!! Now Shih Tzus - they are gorgeous too!
otiamaria wrote:

:) I have two Shih Tzus, hehe. They're my WORLD. I lost my precious kitty, Callie Jean on May 8th, this year.
Meh. I don't wanna go there....but I still miss her so much. She was given to my dad as a retirement gift in '91 when she was a weeeee little mew-mew. After I lost my dad to cancer in '97, Callie got sick, and I whisked her away from my mom to care for her myself.
My dad's birthday was May 9th.....I can't help but think he wanted his kitty back for his birthday.
XO

I'm so sorry about your dad. It is heartbreaking, yet heartwarming, that you lost Callie the day before your father's birthday. I can understand the conflicted feelings you must have and may always have, surrounding those two dates.

When my Kato died of lymphoma two years ago, I was literally despondent. Two days later my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. Sad as it may sound, my mother wouldn't have allowed me to bring a cat with me to her home and if I'd had to choose... All I can say is, I didn't have to, thank God!

I will be thinking of you next year, May 8th is my youngest's birthday.
otiamaria wrote:

:) I have two Shih Tzus, hehe. They're my WORLD. I lost my precious kitty, Callie Jean on May 8th, this year.
Meh. I don't wanna go there....but I still miss her so much. She was given to my dad as a retirement gift in '91 when she was a weeeee little mew-mew. After I lost my dad to cancer in '97, Callie got sick, and I whisked her away from my mom to care for her myself.
My dad's birthday was May 9th.....I can't help but think he wanted his kitty back for his birthday.
XO

So painful losing animals who become 100% part of the family and give such unconditional love. I too would be thinking your dad had called your lovely kitty. We have always had cats. We finally had four siamese, all related, from a friend who needed homes for 13. We had only ever had 2 at a time before. They were a brother and sister (seal point and chocolate tabby point) and two tabby points, male brothers) who were cousins of the other two. Kai died aged 7 of a collapsed oesophagus. Khan died 3 years ago of cancer aged 16. He became totally blind but was still top cat! Pav (pavarotti) died this year of cancer and aged 19. He had become totally deaf but responded to lots of sign language. Bodicea (bodie) is still with us aged 19. She, like us, really missed the others but has now settled into being a very spoiled Diva!! Cats have always come first here in any case!! Now Shih Tzus - they are gorgeous too!
otiamaria wrote:

:) I have two Shih Tzus, hehe. They're my WORLD. I lost my precious kitty, Callie Jean on May 8th, this year.
Meh. I don't wanna go there....but I still miss her so much. She was given to my dad as a retirement gift in '91 when she was a weeeee little mew-mew. After I lost my dad to cancer in '97, Callie got sick, and I whisked her away from my mom to care for her myself.
My dad's birthday was May 9th.....I can't help but think he wanted his kitty back for his birthday.
XO

:) I have two Shih Tzus, hehe. They're my WORLD. I lost my precious kitty, Callie Jean on May 8th, this year.
Meh. I don't wanna go there....but I still miss her so much. She was given to my dad as a retirement gift in '91 when she was a weeeee little mew-mew. After I lost my dad to cancer in '97, Callie got sick, and I whisked her away from my mom to care for her myself.
My dad's birthday was May 9th.....I can't help but think he wanted his kitty back for his birthday.
XO

I adore cats and I adore this palette, so pretty and the significance of each colour too, fascinating

You're so very welcome!

As for the memory, I should have noted that I kept my notepad open so that I could keep track of the names I was using in order to create a fluid narrative. In the end I ordered them by how I wanted to tell my "story" and proportioned the colors by how much those traits meant to me. (In actuality, the pink should have been given a higher priority to the mountains but it didn't look quite right - creative license.)
Kim100 wrote:

ah! never knew you could search for color names in that way....otherwise you'd have to have an incredible memory!
thank you!

I don't get a lot of hermit time now that my parents have moved to NC from FL. Mom's on chemo and Dad has Alzheimer's so I'm on the move a lot. It doesn't leave a lot of time for stained glass and I'm usually too tired or hurting too much to go into my studio.

CL has become my creative lifeline. Even when I'm dog-tired and my eyes can barely stay open I can put together a palette or a pattern. It may be obvious which ones I've created when I'm that tired though.

I'm so glad you love the palette!
Sharon
beadingchef wrote:

Cool about the glass, and I love being a hermit although I rarely get to be. Love the palette!

ah! never knew you could search for color names in that way....otherwise you'd have to have an incredible memory!
thank you!