Unicorns are Magical Creatures

Before I knew what unicorns like to eat (according to the Companion's Guide they like to eat daisies, granola, starlight, rainbows, cupcakes, and wishes and dreams - wishes and dreams?? that sounds ominous) I wondered if Twinkle Spirit would like gummy bears.

She ended up having a Teddy Bear Picnic with them, it was really quite cute. When she went back to her bed another magical occurrence happened; our other magical being came to visit. I wonder what they talked about.

Then she went to visit Muffin and was able to touch her belly..

She then went to visit with Raffe and said a few words over him and left satisfied he would not look like this much longer.

I wonder what other magical things she can do.

Another day, another rescue

I was gifted another opportunity to rescue recently, a being I'm completely unfamiliar with raising, so I thought this would be a fun chance to learn about a new species..

Knowing nothing about rescuing unicorns, I will say I was very glad that she came with an instruction manual.

She is quite spirited and interested in investigating

I figured the first thing I should do was make her a place to sleep, and I do think she likes it.

While I study the manual to learn more about her, I was hoping you could help me come up with a name.

My trip to Kansas. Day Two: Part three #choosechestnut

So after going to see Santa, and visiting with friends, and then heading back to Amy's house and taking photos of the kitties, we then went into Amy's office and met her foster kitty Chestnut.

Chestnut was a stray, was adopted out and had hard time with that home and was returned to the shelter. She was traumatized by the whole thing. She also has a hard time communicating her emotional state, which very well could be because she is missing her tail. She is also missing her claws. As you can imagine this is a pretty bad place for a kitty to be in and she ended up biting. Amy was so kind to be willing to open up her home to a cat that has a history of biting. I have done it a few times, and it is taxing on you in trying to understand where a kitty is coming from and what their signals mean, because often they really do lack communication skills either from improper socialization as a kitten or because they simply no longer care after being taught that humans don't listen to them.

So Amy and I would sit in her room at night and just talk. We talked about her and cats in general and general life things. Simply being around her and asking nothing of her is a great start to helping her understand that not all humans are like those who she had dealt with in the past.

Chestnut is also a tortie / torbie mix.. she has a beautiful coat..

I was completely enamored with her.. However Chestnut seems to strongly prefer a male presents in her life. She would let me pat her, but after spending some time at Amy's house, she has fallen in love with Amy's husband and will snuggle right up to him.

As of the writing of this post, Chestnut is still up for adoption, she will need a home with someone who understands she has definite views on how life should be, aka she is full of tortitude,  and if there could be a man for her to fall in love with, she would really appreciate it.

Wordless Wednesday - Random photo

With Good comes Bad, and with Bad comes Good

I posted on Facebook that I had a very special moment yesterday morning.  I didn't feel comfortable sharing the details because I was in a special secret foster situation.  The shelter I foster for also has a program that allows people who feel the need to leave their homes because they don't feel safe.  Knowing that people in abusive situations often won't leave because of their pets the shelter takes them in and fosters them for up to 30 days to allow them a chance to get back on their feet.  Because we never know how the partner in the domestic situation is going to react, it was suggested that blogging about it wouldn't be a good idea. (and wasn't that hard on me!!)

I took on four pretty uniquely named cats, so I don't really feel comfortable sharing their names.  There were special needs, and I was uniquely suited to care for them.  It took a while for them to relax with me, but one of the four never did.  She would hide when ever I came in the room.  I was able to pull her out and hug and kiss her, but she would never fail to tell me she much preferred to be hidden.  Well just over a week with me and she came out on her own, ate well, looked at me, let me pat her.  I was so proud of her for being so brave and trusting me.  They were all very awesome cats and I was really enjoying their company.  Yesterday afternoon I got a call that the person was ready to take the cats back.  So off they went.  I was sad that they were leaving so soon, but happy that they were able to reunite with their owner - who loves them very very much - and that they would be going to a safer place.

This was a very emotional foster situation for me for a couple of reasons - I  don't feel the need to go into all of the details - so after dropping them off I said I wanted to ask about kittens but wasn't sure I should.  Chances are they wouldn't have had any for me, but before I could really even finish speculating about if they had any, the shelter staff I was talking to told me there were.  Me being me, I couldn't help but go take a look.

Three little boys, two black, one gray with white..  all purring up a storm and seeking attention.  I so needed that.  They have slightly goopy eyes, so we'll be waiting till those clear up.  They are of weight, but yet underweight.  aka they are over 2.5 lbs but they feel like fur and bones.  So a few days of love and food and paws crossed they'll go back in 2013 with no complications.

I joked I was going to call them Larry Daryl and Daryl.. but we ended up with Hawkeye and Trapper for the two black ones and Radar for the gray and white.  Hawkeye is smaller than Trapper.  He's also quite a lover, spending some time licking my fingers and purring my ear.  I wanted to originally call Radar after a third member of the "Swamp" but I didn't think "Ferret Face" was appropriate, and Charles didn't have a nickname..   I suppose I could call him BJ, but that just didn't seem right.  I thought about Blake or Potter, but Radar seems to work pretty well.  I don't know if it will stick, but then again he isn't going to be here very long now is he *knock wood*