In Memory of... Scratchie

It's Saturday. It's actually a real nice day. The Sky is blue. The sun is shinning. It is actually quiet outside, other than the laugh of children that run through the grass. It is a day to be greatful for. Look what God has given us. Another lovely day. A day full of clean air in our lungs to breathe on. A home to sleep in. Food to give us strength. What are we complaining about? We are blessed, probably more than we can see or hear.

Tim is actually feeling alot better today even if he is still having difficulty swallowing. He did eat half (1/2) bowl of tomatoe basil soup last night. Ohhhhh last night we ordered from Applebe's. I was quite disappointed that they no longer have this delicious turkey sandwich. Its like how can you take away something so good, right?! (LOL) so I ended up with a boubon steak and medly vegetables and what was suppose to be a baked potatoe (but it surely tasted more like a loaded mash potatoe). It was soooo good. I did order Tim his soup and mash potatoes. But it had skin on it and he can't eat it with that. Oh well! It was funny though, because it had the basil in it, and for some reason Tim can't swallow it, so he would spit it out. By the time he was done, it looked like he was in a spitting contest. All over his shorts and his wheel chair. And guess who has to clean that up! <<<<<--------- (the one and only...me!)

I got most of the house clean. Tim finally got his computer back and it is running. Now we are trying to figure out what is wrong with my desktop. Its like the power outlet is gone. Ryan thinks it maybe the motherboard. I hope not-suppose to be a "new " computer. So he will test it next week, hopefully.

Baby, my cat. Well....lol...she is cute and funny. And undecisive. She just loves finding the strangest place to take her kitty naps. She always comes up with new places. Now mind you, she does have her own little bed. Sitting right next to her water jug and food. But NOoooo! she has to sleep on the shelf above the washer, or on the washer, now the new place is on the dryer next to a small pillow, behind the fan. She loves sleeping on the sofa and on the sofa pillow by the window. She, of course, has to sleep right smack against me too. But I tell you what is so fun to watch...

Last year, we had a cat name Scratchie. He was a country outside cat till we moved here. Then he eventually got use to being a house cat and in fact suddenly would only eat cat food and stopped eating our left overs. He was so sweet. He had balls so big, he looked like he hemrroids. I would tease him about it. Well, of course when we lived in Sebring, he would hunt. At least we thought he did. (Someone left a headless rat on my front porch). Well, when we moved up to Gainesville he, of course, stayed in, often afraid to leave the house and when he did would be gone for days. But when he was "locked" in the house, he would watch for the lizards ( and often bring them in to play with-yuck!) but!!!!! when it came to squirrels. I never saw a cat run so fast....to hide!!!! LOL it would crack me up that Scratchie would be so afraid of the squirrels and run under the bed to hide. I wish I could had video tapped it.

Scatchie passed away a year ago this month from luekemia. I will never forget that loss. I knew he was sick so I took him into the vet, never realizing he would never come home...alive. I could remember sitting in there in the exam room with him...crying. He laid on my chest, afraid. he knew something was up. He was anxious and frightened. I was angry at myself for making a decision to allow him to die so early in the illness. I knew he was crying inside. I just tried to calm him down and I cried as I realized I made a decision to put him to sleep so he would not suffer any more. I wondered if I was really making the right decision.

I felt if I was not making the right decision for him, what would it be like for Tim when his time came. It angered me more and more so after Scratchie passed on. They allowed me to take his remains so I can have the proper burial for him. Which was a hard decision. Then we decided to creamate him. We held on to his remains for a few hours and we put notes, pictures, his coller and little things to remember him by. It will all be cremated with him. Five days later, we received his ashes in a small wooden urn. And it sits next to his large framed photo. Our baby.

We inherited Scratchie when he was 3 months old, as a mistaken identity of one of Oreo's kittens in the Spring of 2006. But we learned to love him anyway and he learned to love us as well.

Now back to Baby (whose legal name is Brosheta)- she is the oppisite of Scratchie and frankly even bigger than Scratchie. (now can imagine both in the house at the same time?) Well Baby not only lovess trying to chase lizards she also gets excited when she sees the Squirrels. Infact, she forgets there is a window and screen between her and her predators and tries to jump through the window to get to them. Now that is a video to watch. LOL!!! And she is definitely a house cat. I laugh every time she tries to climb the windows to catch the lizards and I laugh for every time she tries to break through the window to get ot he squirrels. Most of the time she pounces back and falls to the ground. But she gets right back up and keeps at it. Like a true hunter. Two cats from two worlds and has two reactions.

God makes each of us so different and so unique. It is His gift to us to be who we are and the fact that He loves and accepts us so unconditionally. Isn't it just great?!