Posts tagged: food




The other day at bridge my partner asked if I knew of someone who might pet sit for her friend.  She proceeds to read her friend’s list. (indicated with an *)   I was thinking of volunteering until I listened to  the list as she read it aloud and realized  her friend’s  pets were her kids…I thought of how I treated  mine–kids,  not cats.



cat on phone


(Was she talking  pets or kids?

 Two here: one male and one female…kids that is.)


*  Make sure they always have water in their water bowl.


(Well, yeah  or at least juice in their glass.  )



black cat licking


* Make sure the cats are separated during feeding!


(Across the table was not always far enough/

for the kids that is.)


* Feed 1 1/2 spoon fulls of wet food into one side of both cat dishes.


(How come  she gets a big orange and I have a small apple?

It’s not fair!)


(Suck it up kid, the quicker you learn that

the easier life is.)


* On the other side of the cats’ dishes, put a little bit less than a fourth of a cup of dry food.


(He always gets more than me!)




* Use the same amount of wet food for each cat as they have in the morning and a

full 1/4 cup of dry food.

Dinner should always be bigger than breakfast.



(Hey, how come this casserole is bigger than it was last night…I’d tried to camouflage it…

You know how we hate it!)




*  Make sure, Oreo in particular,  has his collar on before going outside.


(I said you were going to wear that scarf…no ifs ands or buts) 



cat grass“You just try to get me to come in”

*Keep track of how long they are outside.


(You’re kidding, of course.)


*Always be alert for meows at the doors so you can let them in right away. 


(Not unless they wipe their feet, I just scrubbed this floor.)


*About every half an hour or so, just check on the cats and see where they are.

(In your dreams, lady!)


* If one cat is acting abnormally (outside or just in general) call Mom or me.

(“What’s ABNORMALLY?  Where in the  *&^!@  blankety blank

did I put that phone number?)





* Make sure the cats aren’t behaving badly.


(You sass me one more time, Kid, and you’re  going to bed without dinner!)



* If they are on the counter,  yell, clap, run towards them so they will stop this behavior.



cat counter

(Maybe with cats, not with kids…I even threw bowling pins at them,

plastic…no child abuse penalty, please, but to no avail.)


* If the cats are play fighting, make sure (especially Oreo) that

they aren’t being too aggressive.


(Did you hear that,  Jeff, stop choking your sister!)


*  If  they are being overly aggressive, do not try to get involved into the fight physically,

just try to split them up by clapping, stomping, and yelling firmly.


(Didn’t work, lady, the neighbors complained.)


* If the cats are scratching the furniture, yell, clap, stomp, run

towards them to get them to stop.

  Put the scratching post near where they are mostly scratching.


(Lady, all this yelling, clapping and stomping is arousing the neighborhood.

Where is that scratching post?)


* Make sure, when it’s not feeding time, (especially when you leave) no cat-accessible food is laying around because if they eat it, they might get sick.


    (Laying around?  You’re kidding, they know every hiding place

in this house.

Sick?  No sympathy.)



* Check on the litter box and clean it out every other day.

(Litter?  Did you say LITTER?  Every other day?  I wouldn’t be able to find the floor.)


  • * Wash hands afterwords.


  • (Sorry, lady, but I don’t think I can handle this job…)

(Part 2  on the drawing board)








Thanksgiving “Family Affair”

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It is a beautiful world we live in.  When I get “dumpy” I take a deep breath and look around.  My favorite is the green of spring, the warmth of the summer, the color of leaves in the fall, winter snow, the noise of the world hushed, holding its breath anticipating the first tracks of life across the unbroken perfect covering of white hiding all the imperfections we create.

I think of family and know that I am blessed even tho we have snarly relationships at times.  Communication seems to be the flaw in creation or perhaps it offers  the challenge of looking within ourselves, and learning to build the bridges to understanding.

Forgiveness” is a gift we give ourselves, yet forgiving ourselves seems to be the most difficult.  Accepting our own imperfections and knowing that we are all doing the best we can removes much of the pain from our lives yet ,”EXPECTATIONS”  our own and those around us, become our tools of torture.

Perhaps,“These are the times that try men’s souls,” uttered by Thomas Paine politically, in a more subtle way,  describes every generation of parent and child. You  will face many of the same challenges as those who came before you.  We all experience the desire for love, acceptance, success in our endeavors.  Along with our blessings  you will experience  some failures, loneliness, and rejection.  Although, seemingly, your wold is different, man’s basic desires remain the same.

Parents struggle to protect their children from the pain of life’s gauntlet but it is that very pain that strengthens them.  Even physical pain should be recognized as a blessing for it is our warning signal that something is wrong and should be addressed, not dulled with drugs that allows us to ignore it. Emotional pain sends its signals through depression and tears. Escaping into the artificial world of drugs which leads to the horrors of addiction becomes hell on earth.

Know and believe that you are loved. That the good Lord’s blessing flow abundantly awaiting your partaking in the feast of life.

Love Always,      Grandma


Being a grandparent certainly offers its challenges.  Each of us approach this role in a different manner.  In the beginning we are often needed to baby sit and we think we will use the opportunity to change our mode of “parenting” promising ourselves that we have a second chance to correct some “errors” we made the first time around.  That ain’t easy!  We see disapproval in our children’s eyes when we apply the same disciplinary rules we used with them.  I’ve been told, “We don’t hurt feelings in this house…” which leaves me at a bit of a loss as to what exactly is my role here.

I envy the warm, fuzzy folks who can just “be there,”  hold the child in love and let go of any ideas of  “training.”  But we don’t change, we are who we are.  As the children grow and you dutifully attend their stage performances (if you are lucky enough to live close) or you don’t.  If you can accept the disapproving frowns of your children for words spoken and still enter wholeheartedly into the “grandparent” role, you are successful.

And  they grow– you find the grandchildren engaged in their activities,  your children busy with life’s demands and you fade onto the sidelines becoming shadowy figures on the stage of life.  To be expected, but it leaves a vague, uneasy feeling.  Calls become less frequent, visits, “obligatory” holiday sharing.  I remember my mother-in-law’s rather sharp words about this happening.  We shrugged it off then, but now,  with time, we begin to understand.  To understand does not necessarily change your feelings.  Expectations need to change.  I must learn to enjoy “observing,”  move off  center stage, offer advice only when it is asked,  and bow to the new role of gossamer support.  I can do that!!!

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