Begonias on the deck of The Whale House

 

San Juan Island

Back from Vacation, In Limbo, More Photos to Come!

 

We've Been ReColonized

It turns out that the previous occupant of our new home was a morbidly obese shut-in cat hoarder. We have heard that there were as many as 40 cats living here and that the caregiver/roommate was taken to court and made to have them spayed and neutered. A "hazmat" team had to clean up the place.

After T.T.'s arrival cats started showing up in the back where I feed him. There are 10 now with a couple of interlopers. They were all so skinny and scared and I just couldn't not feed them. They are happy and well fed now and the difference in their behavior is amazing, they are one big happy family. I have never seen so many cats getting along. Even my 4 who are stuck together in the house for the next week couldn't pull that off.

One neighbor wants me to call the county and have them "taken away".  Our dogs will be here soon and will scare most of them away but I plan on continuing to feed those who stay. Those of you who know me or read this blog know that this sucks for me, big time! Animals in need always find me but to actually buy the house of a former cat hoarder is just ridiculous.

                                                                                                                Bambino
                                                                       
   

                                                                              Junior

                                                                                                                

 

                                                                                                                  Lorenzo

                                                                                                                        Eddie
                                                           
                                                         

 

 

                                                                               Otis

 

 

                                                                                                                Nika

 

 

                                                                                        Booger

T.T. (not short for tofu treat)

I wish he could tell me his name. I call him T.T. because the night he showed up he literally wouldn't stop talking. T.T. is short for Talky Talky and the honey can't stand it because that is what his ex-mother-in-law used to call going pee pee.

I could hear him coming before I could see him, then he slipped under the fence and practically threw himself at me. Before I could figure out what was happening he had jumped onto my lap then rubbed his face all over mine.

He was very thin and gobbled up the honey's lunch meat but wouldn't touch my Tofutti cream cheese. His "talking" turned into complaining as I left him outside for the night. His complaining became screaming pleas as he came around to the front of the house where our bedroom is. Earplugs and pillows over the head did nothing to dim the incessant noise coming from that darned cat.

Talking with the neighbor I found out that T.T. had belonged to the previous occupant. When he passed away his roommate took T.T. with her 6 months ago. I don't know how far he travelled to get back home. I think that that first night he was looking for his dad and couldn't understand why I wouldn't let him in. I know now that he isn't the young cat I'd thought him to be but rather quite old.
It breaks my heart to think of the journey he took to get back here and not finding what he was searching for. He seems content now and only speaks when it is truly necessary (when his food bowl isn't completely full or there is something floating in his water).

I guess he is stuck with me.

 

 

 

Our New House

We are SLOWLY moving out of our old home and into our new one. We got our keys on the 21st. (first day of Summer), rented a truck the next day and managed one load before it threatened to rain. It did rain, for several days which put a halt on the whole moving thing. Then suddenly it became Ungodly hot, triple digits, and will remain so for the next week!

We have a loveseat, the tv, an old double bed, two plates, two bowls, two glasses and that will just have to do for now. I can handle upper 90's but 111 degrees is just too much!  The new house has central air, the old place doesn't and that is where I sit languishing now as the computer is still here.

Below are some photos from the mls listing. Tons of stuff I wanna do there but nothing that has to be done. "After" photos to come!

 

20 Years Gone but Forever with Me

 

Thank you for sneaking critters home under your coat.
Thank you for having your mole removed to relieve my fears of doing the same.
Thank you for teaching me The Golden Rule.
Thank you for helping strangers.
Thank you for taking us out of school to ride the rails in India.
Thank you for embarrassing the crap out of me when you picked me up at school

                  wearing a wig and a pink nightgown.
Thank you for Maori war chants, Johnny Cash,  and Mahalia Jackson.
Thank you for saying Don't Let The Bastards Get You Down!