About Me and My Pets

My step-father unhooked the line so I could ride him with-out the lunge line, that’s when "Kujoe" realized this, and he began to buck. He tried to buck me off, but I held tight around his neck with my arm and around his belly with my legs which had come out of the stirrups. When "Kujoe" finally stopped bucking, he realized I was still on him and that’s when I sat back into the saddle and into the stirrups. I gave him a tap on his front shoulder and he began to walk slowly around the pasture. He never tried to buck me off again. But he did get me back later. One day, I let him out to go to his feed bucket which was outside the pasture. As I opened the gate and stepped to the side for the horse to pass, "Kujoe" kicked up his back end and hit me in both knees. Thank goodness I was not standing stiff legged or he would have broken both of my legs right then. Always make sure you never get on the back end of a horses business, because they will kick. My Mom’s horse "Mandy" had a baby named "Snickles". My step-father also purchased another white Appaloosa, later on. They sold "Pepper" just before I moved out in 1983, when I moved to Missouri in January of 1984 with my husband. This is where the my pets really become interesting. I missed my "Charlie Rich Cornwell" very much because he stayed on the farm with my Mom, so my husband decided he would get us the perfect apartment sized dog that was a little bit like a Border Collie but smaller. So he asked me if I knew what a Shetland Sheepdog was? I didn’t, but when I saw them, I fell "head-over-heal" in love with them. So, my husband, Nigel and I went to a breeder to pick-out the perfect puppy. We were able to see both parents on the property, too. We picked out the most gorgeous female, Nigel named her "Sherry" after his first dog at his own parents’ house. "Sherry" was AKC registered, her colors were Sable and white. Her full AKC name was "Precious Sherry Shereece". "Sherry" was such a loving dog. She was playful, sweet, affectionate and cuddly. But, she seemed lonely. So one day our neighbor’s kitten needed to be watched for a few days. "Sherry" played "hide and seek" with the kitten. They played chase through our small apartment with my pet. Nigel and I laughed the whole two days. Then, the kitten went back home and "Sherry" seemed lonely again. That’s when Nigel suggested we should get a kitten. I was so excited, I was never allowed to really be around cats, my mother was afraid of cats since she was a young girl, even though she grew-up on a farm. So, Nigel suggested that I search the newspaper for the type of cat we would like to have. Both of us loved the movie (Alien from 1978) which there is an orange Tabby male cat named “Jones or Jonesy”. So, that’s what we went for, but we wanted a female Tabby cat. I found one for free in Independence, Missouri, which was about a 50 mile drive from where I lived. Yes, I drove that distance for a 6 week old orange Tabby kitten. I drove home with my pet crawling all over the vehicle and me, wailing all the while. By the time, I reached the apartment, I was crying, the my pet was clinging to me and we finally made it into the apartment. When I let her down on the floor and she saw "Sherry", she ran to her, cuddled up, snuggled close to her. After awhile, I calmed down and "Jonezy" followed "Sherry" around like her baby. (We named the kitten "Jonezy Wales", because she wailed all the way home in the car). Then we got all types of fish including tetras, neons, guppies, black mollies. But we developed great fondness for two types of specialty fishes. Betta or Siamese Fighting Fish: I had a special female named "Elizabeth" - she was called a Cambodian, her colors were cream body and red fins, tail and cheeks. I wanted to breed her and waited for a male of the same breed. Our great pet store finally got one in two years later. I named him "Patience", he was beautiful, but a few months after we got the male, it was a holiday weekend and my pet fish got a fungus and died. The stores then were closed on the holidays. Sad, I know “Sorry”. Now, about my pets, our "Big Boys". These were "Oscars". The Tiger Oscar was named "Tic" and the Red Oscar was named "Ret". Please don’t let anyone tell you that fish can’t have personalities! When it came to these two, they had major attitudes, I don’t mean if you just tap on the glass they come up to the glass and look at you. When changing the tank for the "Big Boys", we learned that if I did not talk to them as my husband brought them out of their fish tank, (by the way of using a trout net that my husband had won at a Ducks Unlimited Silent Auction), but with me talking gently to them each, they would lay on top of the net and not make a fuss and they would just be good boys, until their tank was cleaned. Then the process would begin again to place them back into the tank. Meanwhile, my husband and I accumulated two more Shelties, a male we named "Sir Reginald Chilton" (Reggie) and his sister we named "Lady Teela Quietstar" (Teela), Teela was actually a miniature of Reggie and Sherry, so she was considered to be a toy. Unfortunately, Teela was a chewer, she chewed up my shoes that I wore in my wedding. So, now we had in a small two bedroom apartment-3 Shelties, 1 orange Tabby cat, a 33 gallon fish tank with 2 Oscars about 5 ½ inches long, my husband and myself. In three months our family began to grow. My husband came home one day from work and asked me if I had ever heard of a Ferret, I told him I had not. So, we decided to find out more information about them as pets and then we searched for a breeder in Missouri. They were legal in Missouri, but not so in many other states back in 1986. When we found the breeder, she had a whole litter of young ferrets, but the one we picked out was the runt and the busiest. As we drove home with my pet, her little body curled up in my lap and she looked as if she were dead because I picked her up to carry her into the house and her body just went limp in my hands. Ferrets sleep 16 hours a day when they are babies or kits. But, here comes the fun Ferret stories and believe me, we have a lot of them. We named her "Missy Amoreena" or "Lil Am". She actually got along quite well with all the other animals in the apartment except for one and that was Teela. She taunted her constantly, only because she knew she could. One of Amoreena’s favorite games to play was “Blown up Balloons under the couch”. We would blow-up round balloons and watch her grab the tied end of the balloon and begin pulling it under the couch. The balloon would pop-out of her mouth and she would get angry and start doing the famous Ferret “War Dance”, then start screaming at the balloon. Also, Amoreena had her favorite toys, when we need to find her, we would squeak her cat toy porcupine and my pet would come running or if we figured she was sleeping with her other favorite soft cat-mouse toy, she could be found sleeping beside it in my husband’s underclothes drawer. Also, every two weeks we would have to shake the couch out to find lost items, which contained dog and cat food (since this was before there was ferret food). Ferrets are notorious for being hoarders. We thought the Ferret was our last apartment pet for awhile, until one day when my husband walked out to his car in the parking lot near the trash dumpster, when he spooked a mother cat carrying on of her young kittens. She dropped the kitten behind the apartment buildings in the grass. My husband walked over to look to see that it was okay, it was. He came to get me and asked me to keep an eye on it, to make sure no predators or other cats would not kill it and so the mother cat can come back for it.I went back to check on the little black kitten as it called out for it’s mother, it’s eyes were still closed, but it was an ugly little thing. But by the time night fell the mother cat had not returned so I brought the kitten into the apartment and my husband picked up a kitten can of kitten formula and bottle from the Veterinarian hospital in our town. We learned how to feed a new baby kitten and how to take care of it in other ways a mother cat would do. We named her "Sootie Saphire". It took our older cat "Jonezy" a while to get used to "Sootie". But when she did get accustomed to her, she treated her just like her own baby. I will have more about me and my pets later on, thanks! My Pets:

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Brutus, My Newest Rescue!

The time of day was about 6:40PM, I had left work a little later since I was waiting to talk to my supervisor, he gave me my 5 year company ink pen. As I was approaching the ramp near the bridge, I began to slow to 50 miles an hour, I looked to my right on the shoulder of the road in the grass and saw a tiny black and white face watching the cars ahead of me pass it by.



I pulled my car over about 10 yards away not to scare it by getting too close. I know what I had seen. I was just hoping it hadn’t already been hit and injured. I jumped out of my car, even forgetting to turn on my emergency flashers. I walked up quickly as not to scared it across the road. Cars were still passing by. As I got up to it, I could tell it was a small kitten.

I waited for 3 cars to pass before I reached for the kitten. I didn’t want the kitten to dart out into traffic. Once the cars passed, I actually ‘Meowed’ at the kitten and when I did, it fell backwards into the high grass. I reached down and parted the grass to find black fur. I pulled out the black and white kitten that ‘mewed’ at me. I spoke to it all the way back to my car.

I reached the car then tucked the kitten between my work vest and shirt, it was that small. When I sat in my car, I put on my seat belt, placing the lap belt underneath where the kitten was laying. I drove 15 miles home with the kitten in this position, down a curvy back road, talking to it all the way.

Before I left the bridge though, I called my husband to tell him I would be bring something home, another chapter of me and my pets. He said “What’s that?” I said “Well, it’s black and white, maybe 3 weeks old and I’m not sure whether it is a male or female. Oh yeah, it ‘meows’ or ‘mews’ right now.” He said to me with a chuckle, “you’ve rescued another kitten, didn’t you?” I said “Yeah, I hope you don’t mind, I’m bringing it home?” He said “Not at all, BABE, Bring it home.” Then I told my son on the phone. I also told my husband not to tell our 22 year old daughter, let me, she was in the shower. Let me tell her, have her call me back. When she called back, she sounded bored, then I told her the same about “it was black and white and ‘meowed’ or right now only ‘mewed’ and she squealed with happiness, then asked “was it a male or female?” I told her I didn’t know yet, we’ll find out when I get home.” “How far are you from home?“ she asked. By then I was off Jones Mill Road and now on the highway, about 10 minutes, I told her. “Be careful and we’ll see you when you both get here, love you bye” that is our family sign-off of the phone.

The kitten would once in a while peak it’s head out and I would rub it and speak softly to my pet. It was happy to be stroked on the head. When I pulled into the driveway, there stood outside, my daughter, my son and my husband all in their sleeping clothes, but very excited. My daughter was the first to reach the car but I had my car door still locked, so my son and husband all reached the car by that time. I unlocked the door and opened it. I began to unbutton my vest, after unlocking my seat belt. As I unbutton my vest the kitten emerged. The OOOHS and AAAAHS were amazing. I even got my real first look at the kitten’s full face, that’s also when we discovered the kitten was a male. My husband’s first comment was “Mister, If you stay here you will be sniped!” since we have two female cats in our house that are not fixed.We brought the baby kitten, my pet, into the house and my husband proceeded to look at his face, it has a white line over his nose, he has a full black face and it looks as if his nose is protruding with either spectacles or glasses, or people might say he has a protruding or Roman nose. So my husband named him ‘BRUTUS’, like in Shakespeare’s Character “ET TU BRUTE” which means “you too Brutus” which for us means “now we have you too Brutus in the family”.

That same night I found him, my pet, I had to run out to the store to pick-up ‘kitten formula’ and ‘baby animal bottles’. But the problem was we gave Brutus warmed formula in the bottles, he couldn’t figure out how to suckle on the nipple. After a while, he did figure it out, but he began biting the nipples. He bit two completely through, that’s when we realized that we should try feeding him canned kitten food.

I purchased two steel kitten dishes and several kitten canned foods for my pet. We did have a concern though, for a few days going from formula to canned food, Brutus was not having any kind of bowel movements. So my daughter and I went on the computer and researched similar situations. We found a few remedies including using Children’s Pedialite, Mineral Oil and Pumpkin to help. Well, I called my husband and explained to him what will help Brutus to go potty. My husband purchased Pedialite and Mineral Oil, we gave Brutus the mineral oil by mouth with a dropper and put Pedialite into his water which I also gave to him with the dropper because I was worried he wasn’t drinking enough water.

Finally the remedies worked along with the canned food for my pet. Now Brutus is eating about every 4 to 5 hours. His favorite food seems to be beef and fish. He does not like chicken at all. He is also eating some dry foods like the older girls (cats). My pet, Brutus knows when it is time to eat, as we get his bow ready, he ‘mews’ at us, then runs to the area in front of the couch where we always place his food and water dishes.

Now Brutus is starting to fit right in with the whole family. He is about seven weeks old. my pet plays with the older ginger cat ‘Jonezy’. My daughter’s cat ‘Bastet’ is still not happy about the new kitten. The Border Collie ‘Chaz’ is not sure yet about the playful little black and white kitten. We lost our daughter’s 10 year old rabbit Topaz two weeks ago. That was hard too.

My husband says Brutus is my pet, yet Brutus comes to “His Daddy” before he does me. As the situation happened, one night where Brutus fell asleep under the couch and I could not get him out at bedtime. So I had to wake my husband up to call for the baby, which worked, because Brutus came out and was ready for bed with “His Daddy”.

Brutus also enjoys sleeping in my daughter’s bed and sleeping in my son’s lap. My pet has become and “All around family cat”. Yet, Brutus still sleep on my hair, on my arm, on my pillow and in between my husband and I, but his favorite place to sleep is “His Cradle” (a shoe box that we placed him in when I first brought him home. It is placed in the corner of our bed for my pet).

Brutus is loved, even if he was supposed to have been thrown away. When we did look him over his paws pads were scrapped up and peeling. He seemed to have had bruises. But he is fine now.Two weeks later my husband went by the bridge and saw another kitten dead near the bridge, but it wasn’t our Brutus. He WAITED FOR ME! And that starts another chapter of about me and my pets. My Pets:

Brutus Now!

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