Picture

OMG, I did it. I can post a picture. This is my cat that I wrote about several weeks ago.

Blogging

I don't know what anybody else thinks, but I think this blog is hard to navigate and use. I have been told how to add a picture and still can't seem to do it. The help section is useless. There must be blogs that are easier to use than this one. Does anybody know of other blogs that are more user friendly? If not, I don't think that I will ever write another blog after this English class unless another class calls for it. I have trouble commenting on other peoples blogs also. Sometimes my comments show up, sometimes they don't. I do read and enjoy classmates blogs.

I guess my frustration is showing. Perhaps when my daughter comes home from college, I will ask her to help me. It will be too late for this class, but for the future I will know what I am doing and not feel helpless and frustrated.

I did get a book from the library on Monday but it has something to do with fame and fortune and blogging. I don't think I will ever become famous and make my fortune blogging. It would be nice though if I could write a blog, make lots of money, stay at home and be my own boss. What a dream!

Runaway Truck

I am adding a link to a video from the Today show. It is a video of a woman in her car being pushed sideways down the highway by a truck. Other drivers were trying to get the attention of the truck driver but he didn’t notice. The woman was flashing her lights and beeping the horn but the driver still did not notice. Finally, she called the police from her cell phone and told them what was happening. The driver finally realized what was going on and pulled over but didn’t seem upset about what he did. He was finally suspended after the video showed up on YouTube.

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A similar thing happened to my niece’s boyfriend a couple of months ago on Route 30. They had just picked up his new car and were on their home. My niece was in her car and her boyfriend was in his new car when during a merge, the truck hit his car and began pushing it down the highway. My niece saw the accident and kept trying to get the drivers attention but it took some time. He didn’t know that he hit the car and couldn’t see that he was pushing it down the highway. Finally my niece was able to get his attention to stop the truck. Luckily her boyfriend was not hurt but his new car was totaled. How’s that for rotten luck?

Spring

Well, I have just had a one week break from school and it doesn’t feel as if I was on break at all. It seems as if school work consumed my whole week. I don’t know how anybody else feels about this but between A&P and English; I think I am glad to go back to school. Maybe my brain is more like a sieve than I like to think and the faster the information is pored over it, the faster it runs out. I hope not.
Anyway, I am glad to be back on daylight savings time. I need the extra hour of daylight in the evening and always seem to function better. Sometimes I think we should stay on DST year round, but that’s not my choice. It has been extended more and more over the years however.
It should be getting warmer and soon time to start working in the yard. I feel like I have pet deer in my yard. There are at least four of them and I see them in the back yard in the trees. They blend in so well that they are hard to see. I look and only see trees and then there is a slight movement and I can see the deer. After they are finished in the back, they sometimes come into the front yard and eat the grass or whatever it is that they like. Yesterday the really large one lay down in the trees and was not hidden by anything. I thought that was unusual for a deer. The other three were a little more sheltered but I could see them too, just resting I guess. I figured the large one was a buck but I don’t know for sure because they don’t have horns yet. If I had a digital camera, I would take pictures of them for my blog for everyone to see.
I did get some pictures of my cat that I wrote about last week and will try to upload them to my blog.

The Kittens

Fifteen years ago when my daughter, Michele and her cousins, Jamie and Tessa were nine years old, they decided that they wanted kittens to play with at their grandparent’s house. Now all they had to do was decide where to get them, how to get them to Grandma’s and all this without anybody knowing that a pregnant cat didn’t just show up at Grandma’s and have a litter of kittens in the barn.
The first part of their plan came together when Jamie’s mother and younger sister, along with Jamie and Tessa were visiting at my house. Since we live in a rural area, there are farms around with an overabundance of outdoor cats and kittens. Tessa and a neighbor girl had already asked at a neighboring farm whether they could take kittens from the farm to their Grandma’s house. They told the farmer that it was okay with Grandma and the farmer told them to take as many as they wanted. During the visit, my youngest daughter and Jamie’s sister were playing together in the house. The older girls were outside playing and asked to go next door to a friend’s house. Instead of going there, they sneaked off through the fields to the farmer’s house on the next road. They took a box with a lid that they had cut holes in for the kittens to breathe. Next, they gathered as many of the kittens as they could, put them in the box and returned to my house without anyone knowing that they had not been at their friend’s house.
Now, how were they going to get these kittens to Grandma’s house? Oh yes, they had that planned out too. Tessa lived down the road from Grandma’s, in the house with the barn. Michele, Jamie and Tessa would have a sleepover at Tessa’s house. After getting approval from all of their parents, they gathered up clothes and sleeping bags to take to Tessa’s house. My sister and I decided that we would both go to Grandma’s to drop the girls off. The girls decided they would all ride together in my sister’s car and I would follow with the younger girls in my car. While they were putting all of their “stuff” in my sister’s trunk; in went the box containing the kittens.
Upon arrival, my sister stopped at Tessa’s house so the girls could unload their “stuff”, and then they would come up to Grandma’s. After they unloaded the car, they took the kittens to the barn and hid them. Finally arriving at Grandma’s, they burst into the house, all excited and talking at once. They had “found” five kittens (Frisky, Dice, Cappuccino, Coffee and Simba) in the barn without a mother. The girls decided to take care of them since they had “lost” their mother. Grandma went to look at these kittens, took one look and knew something was amiss. The kittens were all different colors and sizes and couldn’t possibly be from the same litter, but the girls were so excited that nobody said anything about this and the girls raised the kittens.
Fifteen years later, three of the five “kittens”, Frisky, Dice and Cappuccino are still living. They all lived to be over twelve years old, were spayed, taken to the vets, and always had food and a warm place to sleep in the barn. Frisky disappeared when she was about five years old and returned when she was fourteen with a serious eye infection. My niece, Jamie took Frisky to the veterinarian; and we worked long and hard to get her eye healed. She was not allowed to be around any other cats while she was ill; so Jamie asked if Frisky could stay in my sunroom. I agreed, and Jamie and Michele gave her medication, fed her and played with her. She needed more though; she was so sick and her hair was falling out, so I started holding her and letting her in the house with me. I think it was a turning point for her. She became very attached to me, and now lives in my house. You would never know she was an outside cat, that had disappeared for ten years or that she was so sick that I thought she was going to die. She has actually turned out to be my “kitty”.