Two out of the three cats in our family have been gifts from me to other family members. About five years ago my daughter suggested I might like to give her daughter, Jami, a kitten for Christmas. I traipsed around the SPCA places and at one of them a little grey kitten chose me to go home with. Lucy stayed with me for a couple of weeks until Christmas, so when the time came for her to go home with Jami I was a little sad.
Say hello to Lucy:
Lola was found abondoned in a quarry by a girl I worked with, just before Christmas. She was very tiny, about 6 weeks old, and had no tail. Around that time my younger daughter had been saying how they were going to get a kitten and I knew she would adore this little thing that had been thrown on the scrap heap. Lola has become the most indulged pet I've ever had contact with. She comes to visit and goes on holidays!
Making sure she's not left behind
Lulu is the latest addition to my son's family here on the farm. She often comes to visit with the grand-daughters, stuck down the front of a shirt or carried in a school bag.
Ruffled feathers still look lovely, I think:
Dogs are my favourite domestic animal. Here's my Lewey, my best mate, an Australian Blue Heeler, and a something unknown cross. He was found in Auckland, living out of garbage cans and after a few false starts, eventually found his way to me. He used to be absolutely terrified of men but is pretty much over that fear now although he will still slink away looking totally dejected if i growl at him at all. He's getting old now and whereas he was quite red when he was young, he's now faded to an orange-ish/pinky colour, a bit weird to be honest. But if I catch him at the right angle and in good light, he still looks like a fine cattle dog.
Lewey's best mate is not one of the other catttle dogs on the farm but Sam, who is Georgia's litle pet.
My other favourite dogs, Brose and Lass, belong to my friend, Chris.
This is Brose..... Heaven is the touch of Chris' hand..
Lass rests in the shade of a tree after a hard day at work.
I know a lamb is a bit of a stretch as a domestic animal but pet lambs usually think they are part of their adoptive family. Des (don't ask me to explain the name choosing process) follows Georgia when she comes to visit and protests loudly when he is made to stay outside on the deck.
My last photo is of Mene, a lovely little cat who died a few weeks ago and who I miss a lot.
I'm proud of myself for managing a one-armed shoot out. I've been using my left hand to move the mouse and you'd be surprised how stupid my left hand is. It has great difficulty working out the difference between left and right, is always right clicking when my brain has clearly sent it the message to left click. But I think we are making progress, so I'm hoping to get around to visit everyone else's blogs over the weekend.
Happy weekend, everyone!
Happy weekend, everyone!