BeTWEEN a Rock and a Hard Place

When I was 11, I was a little girl. I played little girl games and dreamt little girl dreams and had a little girls respect for her parents.

Caitie, on the other hand, is a Tweenie. She is between being a little girl and a teenager. And it comes with all the attitude that a teenager has with a pinch of angst and alot of anger. Everything is so unfair, I'm so horrible, everyone else can do this or that. And when she doesn't get her own way, she throws the most appalling temper tantrums. Bad ones...kicking my solid wood antique dining table across the room bad. Throwing herself against my fridge bad. Destroying things bad. And I don't know how to deal with it.

She is sweet and funny and was fantastic helping out at an Obedience trial the other night. The committee couldn't say better things about her. That, I suppose, is it. Is the one thing I should be proud of. She respects her elders, is polite, goes out of her way to help.

I reckon I can put up withe the next seven years of "I don't like you" if she is good when she is away from home...at least I think I can!


Cin

Cousin It!

A week ago, Caitie asked me to plait her hair. So, being the wonderful mother I am, I obliged...it had nothing to do with the fact that I knew what it would look like after she brushed it out. *snort*

Enjoy,

Cin

Sadness by the bucket load

The problem with breeding anything, cats, dogs, horses, chickens, fish...kids is that eventually your heart will get hurt. Your heart will be ripped out, stomped on, wiped through the mud, torn to shreds and put back in your chest just for the hell of it. It hurts...it hurts alot.
Our first litter of the season was born in a kitchen drawer. Mum managed to squeeze through the back, all two inches of it, and gave birth in the smallest drawer possible. The first two babies died after Mum laid on them. Of the surviving four, the smallest perished after a few days. The remaining three have grown and prospered and taken the hearts of others. They will go to their new homes soon, fat little butterballs they are. Super sweet and naughty too!


Our second was a tabby litter of six. The littlest girl died after a long struggle. Her five siblings, two girls and two boys were doing fine until the choccie girl crashed and struggled to stay alive. I was NOT going to lose yet another kitten so we fought long and hard and she is doing well. She is somewhat smaller than the rest of her siblings but is doing very well. Her brothers are below.


Our hardest litter was born last. We lost one boy at birth. We lost one boy at around a week and a half old and we lost another boy at two weeks old. We had to bottle feed these babies and I fought so HARD to no avail. It really hurt, these kittens meant the world to me.

The last two are putting on weight and are fat as butter. I hoped that was the end of the bad luck...but the kids had other ideas!

Last week Caitie was supposed to be cleaning her room and snuck out. She then went down the road and borrowed her friends roller blades. The first we knew of it was when her friend came running up to the house in a panic. Caitie had fallen over and broken her arm...(sigh)

Can the world just stop for one second? Please?

Cin