Running Tangled in Yarn

Okay, I will admit I've been looking at orange kittens on the local cat rescue sites (even before Cecil passed away, I wanted a fourth!), but I honestly did not believe I'd find one.

On Saturday February 10th during the National Adoption Weekend at my work this little gaffer came into my store. It was only by fluke he arrived. He was scheduled to be put at another location for adoption, but one of the cats we had needed to go back to a less stressful situation.


He is 8.5 months old, which is about four months older than what I was looking for in a new kitty, because I wanted a kitty who would be able to adapt to our other pets, our way of life (RVing with kids and pets) and, especially, being young enough that Queen Ezra wasn't going to have a hissy fit. Also, I had NO clue if he had ever been around dogs before, let alone big ones.
Well ... this guy won me over. He was relaxed, mellow, snuggly, and full of purrs. 
I didn't tell my husband I was bringing him home, and …

2018 has proven itself to be a tough contender so far, which is one of the many reasons I haven't posted at all. Another reason is I've been lazy.

It started great, the first week and a half, fantastic! Michael had dental surgery that ended up being okay in the end but was problematic for him for about two weeks. I went to the doctor for a check up and have ended up needing a plethora of tests. I get my results on Feb 15th.

However the very worst part of 2018 was when Cecil got sick again. Around mid-January he started acting funny. We hoped it was just another bout of pancreatitis so we gave him pain meds, laxative and appetite stimulants like we did in October, as advised by our vet. We hoped and prayed it was not another case of him eating something foreign like he did in September when he required surgery. He wasn't getting any better so I took him in for a check up. His bowel was impacted. Far worse than in September. I had to make the difficult decision to have him e…