What Happened to Our Longfellow?

He showed up one afternoon with a limp, and a badly torn belly – near the “lion’s pouch” area. He was in obvious and extreme distress. He was rushed to the vet. We are presuming it was a dog attack, but our vet is noncommittal. Since then, he has been back twice to the vet – he is not doing well, although he is eating and grooming himself. X-rays showed a fracture in the leg, which is making his mobility a problem – but there may be other issues “inside”, but the vet is gambling that he will be ok, since going into major surgery at his age could be very risky. Our Longfellow is just sleeping – a lot – and it seems he is incontinent, although perhaps due to his leg, he cannot move fast enough when he gets the urge. I feel summer ended on August 10^th with Bandito’s passing, and now, so soon after and with almost no time to grieve, all I feel is stress and worry. I am anxious about these dogs in the neighborhood – many are off-leash, and run after any cat they see. Although our immediate neighbor swears his dog, a Doberman, does not “eat cats” – how can we know for sure?  The peace in my garden sanctuary has been has been shattered, and it seems I now am continually in a state of alert and trepidation. I now long for winter, with its blanket of snow wrapped around the house, keeping my babies safe and warm inside. That is the only time I have real peace.

Buckets of Tears....

....puffy eyes...

His last photograph.

The "Chairman of the Board"

Our flagship boy, featured in the banner above - 

our Sweeto Bandito - left us last Friday, August 10th. 

He was very sick, very old, and very tired. 

A bird sings "Dito - Dito", as we used to call him. 

And I too am feeling old, and tired, and so very sad. 

He is gone.
Rest now, my Sweet Baboo, my Dito Sweeto. Bandito's Story

Hot Weather Perils

Rascal feels the heat

We have been having terribly high heat and humidity recently, which has abated somewhat a day ago, thank goodness. Summer is nice to have, but I swear I prefer snow to the stifling, suffocating weather we were having – could barely move or even think. I am sure it was a factor in our current outbreak of rhinovirus (a common upper respiratory illness), which began with Mr. Poole, and spread quickly to everyone else. I am most worried about our fragile diabetic Bandito, who started sneezing and wheezing yesterday. When Mr. Poole came to us several years ago, he had it bad – so congested he could hardly eat. But with meds and loving care it went away, but we knew that this thing never leaves, it just goes dormant. It has hit Manitou the worst – he became totally lethargic – would not eat or drink – and hid in the basement. At one point I was afraid to touch him, as he looked like he had passed away. His ears were blazing hot (high fever), and was rushed to vet immediately, where we got antibiotics, and lysine powder which is supposed to help in keeping the virus at bay from the others. But now they are all sneezing to varying degrees, and Manitou is still poorly, but happy to say he is eating again, which is always a good sign. Such a worry, all this.

Meanwhile, the garden suffers too. Whatever is left blooming is fading fast, and drying out from the lack of rain. Daylilies are ending – we had a beautiful show this year, and they are so drought-resistant:

This one was grown from seed purchased online.

Happy Returns - always a splendid show with many scapes.

Tropical Hibiscus - gorgeous!

A most luscious orange - sadly the name escapes me.

Also grown from seed.

Summer Wine - a silky pink/rose.

Amaryllis in summer! Huge "Matterhorn" on the left.
A very hot Bandito in the "cat-bird" seat

 

 

 

Garden Views

From 2012-07-15

Bandito is getting frailer every day - he is making the most of this summer.

Our Sweeto Bandito

From 2012-07-15

From 2012-07-15

Fabulous daylilies - so carefree, heat/drought tolerant, and bug-free too - a perfect plant, and so many colours are available these days.

From 2012-07-15

This guy loves daylilies too - on a hot summer afternoon, I found this lovely creature soaking up the sun.

Someone has a Bucket List

As I was getting ready for work one morning recently, elderly and diabetic Bandito came into the bedroom as usual, and I noticed a bit of odd behaviour. He seemed to be intent on something in the corner by the bed -  a little too intent. I saw something greyish and figured it was just a mousie toy that had surfaced. But no! Mousie toy wriggled and quickly scuttled under the sewing box to get away for Dito's eager batting paw. Now I am not particularly afraid of mice etc, but I did not relish the idea of having this creature in the bedroom at night. I grabbed Dito, who seemed to look rather proud of himself - and thrust him into the bathroom with Tristan, who was approaching to see what was up. The look on his face was, "hey - not fair - I didn't do nothin' - watcha got in the bedroom anyway??"  Screaming over the morning music radio down to Cat Wrangler, I announced my predicament, and knew full well that I would be late to work this morning.

Fast forward to noonish. I am at work, and I get a call from Cat Wrangler - it took him 3 full hours to capture the critter that turned out to be a chipmunk! Remember that Dito's claws were still stubby from the recent vet visit, and he also has no teeth left! The fact he was able to catch and carry a little rodent, come though the front door, up the stairs, and deposit him onto the bed is - well frankly - astounding!

To capture the little guy, the bedroom was literally turned upside down: drawers turned inside out, etc. - and here we have the proof:

Notice Tristan and Mr. Poole are very happy with this mess and settled in for an afternoon's nap.

As for the chipmunk, due to Dito's lack of "weapons of destruction", he was released into the far corner of the garden, where he scampered away unharmed - and I daresay a little stressed.

Wednesday White

Happy Summer Solstice!

Goodbye to Noomi

Here are the last pictures of little Noomi - he was a wee little guy and light as a feather:

This little guy wasn't even ours. But he was a regular visitor, and often we would find him snoozing in the basement on a pile of old comforters, or we'd come across him in one of the many baskets available. He was a master at sneaking in without us seeing him. His owners had asked us not to encourage him to come into our place, and he seemed to know they would not be pleased - but he came - just the same. He is ok, just gone: his owners have moved.

They used to live an apartment just behind our fence, just a "hop, skip and jump" away for the little Noom - we'd find him on our porch most mornings. His owners recently told us not to worry if we see Noomi no more, as they have bought a house. Hurray for them, but not so much for little Noomi: you see the house is on a busy street, so he will be indoors mostly, perhaps out on a leash now and then. No more running free, no more sleeping under a hedge on a summer afternoon. My last glimpse of him: he was playing with the long grass in  my yard, near the tree he would love to climb and scratch. I somehow felt that that was the last time I would see him, and so it was. One morning, he did not appear. Gone. I miss the little guy, and my big tabby Chaiyka seems to miss him as well - he would often get treats at Noomi's house. "Come over to my place - it's great!" Chaiyka must have said to Noomi, a couple of years ago, when we first spotted shy little Noomi in our yard.  Lately, Chaiyka goes to the old apartment, but no one is there. I feel sad.

Here is how I like to remember him: Noomi last spring

This is my favourite photo of him, taken last year at the height of the unfolding spring. He loved our garden. Goodbye little Noom. Be well.

Spring Arrives

It comes every year, doesn't it? 

And yet, it is always so anticipated - even more so than summer, 

at least for me it is. 

The wonder and the worry:

What survived the winter?

 What new has appeared?

What needs to be fixed, moved or removed?

I have trouble with that last one - ha!

A perfect white Tristan is happy the weather is fine...

And a perfect Narcissus stands out against the green backdrop...

A new obsession? My first Orchid :)

And inside - Amaryllis continue their festive and colorful parade...here is Apricot Parfait.

Gervase - always different - no two blooms the same.

Bogota - graceful and exotic.

Bandito and the Daffodils

'Dito is doing very well, so happy to say. His mouth is healing - he is eating extremely well - and I even think he is gaining weight.  Like all our kitties, he loves the sunny window garden.

Nothing Much

Following the unseasonal heatwave, the frosty weather returned somewhat, and even with a fair bit of snow-cover. All that has mostly gone now, and within a day or two we will have nice spring sunshine. Four days of holiday at Easter were cold, grey and grim, to which was added me being sick and Bandito needing to go to the vet again. Original vet suggested we may need to consider letting Dito "go". So off to another vet for a second opinion which didn't reveal much else except some dirty ears. But - he is home again, and seems to be improving. Background: He had begun to exhibit a strange continual mouth-clawing (self-harming) behaviour. The sides of his mouth and inside in the gums were terribly bloody and torn up, hence our distress and subsequent vet visit. We assumed it had simply been a reaction to the bad tooth, which has now been gone for well over 2 weeks. Both vets were mystified with the problem - we are thinking maybe a growth under the tongue or in the throat? So he came home with an Elizabethan collar, a Buster, as it's now called for some reason. This is to prevent scratching and while it did the trick, he could neither eat, nor sleep with it on. So, since his claws have been trimmed to an unprecedented shortness, the collar came off gradually and - he seems to be better. The scratching has diminished. Not to mention the fact that he was given special diabetic food, which he categorically refused to eat ("hey guys - this food is making me gag!"). So, I figured, no eating = no cat. He is bone thin as it is. So, I said, well let's just give him his old favourite food back and see what happens, and voila! He is now gobbling it down like crazy. Sigh.


And now for something totally different:  while at work, I glance over at the Decorah Eagles UStream site once in a while. So fascinating and I actually saw the first eaglet hatch live - but they sure are growing fast. Observing all the care Mum and Dad eagle give their little ones in truly amazing - one could really watch for hours :)