My new and retouched tattoos!

I don’t think everyone has gotten to see these yet, so I’m going to post them. 

 

The big paw was already there, but the coloring was uneven, so I got it touched up by Matt at Stray Cat Tattoo in Aggieville.  He was very nice, and did a good job.

It didn’t hurt nearly as much as my first one did.  With the big paw in Key West, I couldn’t walk for like 2 days without being in pain.  This time it never got to that extent.

The big paw is my Annie paw.  It’s twice the size of her real paw, but I originally got it for her.  The little paw is for Henry, and Ricki, well that’s pretty obvious.  I wanted to have her name instead of a paw.  I tried to get the newt to walk on paper to get a newt print, but I didn’t get a good one.  So eventually, I want to get a newt print on my foot too.  It’s going to be my animal foot.

And that makes me happy…

Dreams…I love them…

So I know some are going to think I’m crazy, but my Dad called me yesterday to tell me he found a place in Wichita that will cremate Ricki for $145, and she’ll come home in a nice cherry wooden box.  I’m totally cool with that.  I, for some reason, just can not have Ricki buried in the ground in a place where I can’t guarantee that I will not be able to visit her there.  My Dad is getting more and more frustrated with his neighbors and is always talking about moving, and I believe one of these days, when the right house comes around, he’ll be serious about it.  And I refuse to dig her out of the ground and move her, because that’s just not right.  So, I’m having her cremated so I can move her where ever I am, and can be near her, and then some day she can be buried with me.  I just feel that’s best for me. 

But going back to the title of my post, I was able to dream about Ricki last night, and I’m confident she’s back to her fat, happy, healthy self in Kitty Heaven.  Or real Heaven, I know she’ll be there with me when I get there, and Jamie, I’m sure she’s tormenting April there too.  We did find them sleeping together WAY too often for them not to be friends. 

I know I’ve told several people about how I was able to dream about Dan Trial, Brian Arellano, and my Grandpa (with the help of a psychic-not what it sounds like), a few days after they passed (with grandpa it took 18 years), but I was able to dream about them and say my good-byes.  I doesn’t happen with everyone I know that passes, but with people that I have a special connection to.  And Nikki was able to say goodbye to Krystal Aarstead this way too, and I had never told her about my experiences until after she told me about hers.   So my point is, that I am so grateful for dreams.    

In my dream, I was hanging out with Edith, Cat, Jamie, and Jill on the roof of Edith’s old house (by her bedroom), but there was this ramp like thing twisting up to it.  But the back yard near it, was my parents backyard, and we were hanging out on a picnic table.  Then Nolan and Ethan, and some of their high school friends came over and they were playing soccer in the yard.  So then us girls were hanging out on the picnic table, and then something burrowed out of the ground really quickly, and at first it was a squirrel, and then it turned into Ricki. I’m not sure, it was weird.  But she came right to me and let me hug and squeeze all over her, and she was throwing her head into my face so I could kiss her forehead like I always did.  And she was back to her plump, happy self, and was purring up a storm.  I didn’t quite realize it in my dream what was going on, so I was just pumped to see her, and she isn’t human so she couldn’t talk back to me in English, but when I woke up this morning I realized what had happened. 

I worked too many hours last week, and this week, so I’m not going into work until 1pm, so I was able to sleep in,  and I’m grateful.  I was able to enjoy my dream…

July 4, 1993-March 10, 2009

So my dad called me today to tell me that he found Ricki under their bed.  He saw her last yesterday around 1pm, and she was still happy and purring then, so I know she went in her own time, and that she was not in too much pain.  She only weighed 5 lbs, a far cry from her usual 14 lbs.  And I’m so happy that I was able to see her a week and a half ago. 

I don’t feel the need to show any current photos of her, or any from over the past year, I will always remember her this way, so this is how I will display her.

This is my favorite photo of her: 

Such a pretty kitty…

I love that the minute I got her this bed for her, she loved it, and slept in it all the time. 

And would do cute things in it.

And she allowed me to torment her every so often.

And she was great.

She’s yawning in this picture, by the way.  I just think she’s too cute.

Two weekends ago when I was home, she still slept in my bed the whole time so she could be near me and my stuff.  She came into the bathroom with me and drank my bath water like she did every morning when we lived together.  And I would kiss her forehead.

She was a great kitty and will be deeply missed, but I know she knew I loved her, and she will always be my kitty…

If only you could donate dog hair too…

…because if you could, some dog with cancer would have a good wig out of my dogs’ hair!

Here’s a nice before shot, they are SOOOOOO hairy!

They’re looking at Cody, he’s trying to help me get them to look at me.  Here’s the best we could do with a before shot:

Although, this one’s kinda my favorite:

Henry thinks he’s in trouble, but I like the little paw lift.  But I think everyone can agree on the fact that they are WAY too fuzzy!

So about 1.5 hours… and a bag of hair later…

And here’s some clean cut pups!

Little Annie…

Little Skinny Henry…

Don’t they look so much better cut?  I think so.  The forecast says it won’t get too cold in the coming week, and I’m hoping Spring is on it’s way soon.  I just so sick of the cold.  70’s and sun,  I am SO ready for.

Here’s a just-for-fun pick.  Cody had Kelly spike his hair for the KU vs. K-State again, and although I refuse to discuss the outcome of the game, I am willing to discuss this photo…

I just had to Mohawk Henry too, so him and Cody could match.  My two silly boys!

Although I shaved Henry’s head today, so I won’t be able to do this anymore, but it was cute while it lasted.

Miss Ella

Well, as most of you know by now, Miss Ella VonFeldt turned 1 on Friday the 22nd of August.  And I’m very glad she has such a wonderful aunt that buys her gifts, because evidently her mom and dad do not celebrate doggy birthdays,… unlike her somewhat crazy aunt.  So I thought I would share a few picks with y’all (mostly because Ella’s wonderful, and because I’m so impressed that Edith can take such good pictures of her all the time. Look!:

Here’s the one good picture I took out of like 10.  She’s just posin’ all pretty with her new Frisbee.  She had one just like if before, but she chewed it up, so I thought I would get her another one.  Knowing full well, she’ll do it again, but at least I know she likes it.

Then here’s what happen literally 2 seconds later when I tried to take just one more cute picture (because I always think I can get just one more picture of anything-ask Cody.  It annoys the hell out of him):

Do you see her foot, barely, on the right hand side? About 1/3rd of the way from the top?  Yeah, believe it or not, that’s her foot.  She just took off!  I have NO idea how Edith gets any good pictures of her!  She’s constantly, I mean CONSTANTLY moving!