Photographs and random musings from an artist living in the California mountains
Saturday, August 16, 2014
When Lucy was barely four weeks old, her mother, Mrs. Rachael Littleface, moved her kittens. But, she left little Lucy by my front door. I kept watching, waiting for Rachael to come back. Lucy was in bad shape; eyes glued shut, nose completely clogged by mucus. After about an hour, Rachael came back, looked at Lucy, then looked me right in the eyes for a long moment...and then turned and walked away. I figured she was telling me, "She's sick and I can't heal her. I know you can...take her." So I did. This isn't the first time a feral mother has brought her kitten to me for help.
I brought Lucy inside, cleaned her up and then took her to the vet. They said she had both a viral infection and a bacterial infection and was dehydrated. They kept her overnight. It was so, SO hard to leave her there, but I knew they'd take good care of her. The next day, I brought her home and she was on various meds for a couple of weeks. (That's her dad's hand by her above).
Her appetite was good, and by six weeks old she was playing happily with her favorite toys in the kitchen.
But, Lucy was a bit of an angry little girl at first. She would bite and sometimes scratch when I would try to hold her. After a few days of this, I figured out she didn't like being held, but if I would sit down and put her on my lap, she would tolerate being petted.
Eventually I noticed she would sit up when she wanted me to put her on my lap. Progress! I still had to be careful and watch her body language for clues to her mood. When her tail started twitching at its very end, I knew I would have to put her down on the floor quickly or she would turn on me.
When she was old enough (eight weeks) to meet her siblings (that's Max, who adores her), I think she figured out that human moms are not for playing roughly with...
But to be loved. And she knows I love her...and that my lap is the most comfortable place to sleep! I think the smile on her face says it all...
And some other Wildings, big and little, who kindly share their forest with me:
"To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded." Ralph Waldo Emerson
A Young Steller's Jay
Common to high altitude forests all over the west
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Our task must be to free ourselves...by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty. ~~ Albert Einstein
June Is Adopt a Cat Month
But, there are always strays who need a loving home - so don't shop, ADOPT! Click the photo for helpful tips on adopting.
If they breathe, they live. If they live, they feel. If they feel, they love. If they love, they are aware. If they are aware, they have a soul. ~ Williams
I love cats because I enjoy my home and, little by little, they become its visible soul ~ Jean Cocteau (That's Malcolm O'Mewy on the chair)
Feed the Hungry
I think we are bound to, and by, Nature. We may want to deny this connection and try to believe we control the external world, but every time there's a snowstorm or drought we know our fate is tied to the world around us. ~~ Alice Hoffman
What I'm Reading Now:
Give a Child a Book
Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors and the most patient of teachers.
Charles W. Eliot
A person who collects or is fond of books. Also, a person who immediately feels safe, happy, even euphoric, when holding a favorite book.
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Where there is tea there is hope - Pinero
Boulder Bay, Big Bear Lake
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Lake Gregory, Crestline
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A Favorite Quote
"I don't want life to imitate art; I want life to BE art." Carrie Fisher
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. ~ John Muir, from "The California Mountains"
I'm three-quarters Native American (Oglala Sioux and Cherokee), and one-quarter Northern Italian. I live in a little cottage with my furry "children" in a beautiful mountain forest where we enjoy daily visits from the little wild creatures. I love animals (you probably guessed), books, photography, tall trees, clear lakes, rain, snow, tea, the moon, and creating all kinds of art.