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The Anchorage, Part 3
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Maine Coons are among my favorites of the breeds. I had one that was half coon and half tabby. They are definitely more fluff than not, but even at only "half" Coon, my Tattianna weighed in at a little bit over 15lbs. I got her as a rescue... she was only three weeks old... man talk about round the clock pet care and feeding!
Her mother had been allowed to go outdoors and indoors... and was run over by a car when the litter was three weeks old. I took one, the owners kept one, and a third of the litter was adopted by another person. The fourth didn't make it. Tattianna looked as if she were a pure bred like her momma, except that she wasn't as big as a pure bred coon would be. She was bigger than a tabby, but nowhere near the size of a pure bred coon. We had her for seven years.
She developed a kind of seizure disorder that just got progressively worse. We had just scheduled the appointment to put her down because she was really suffering, and she died on the way to the appointment in my lap instead. I still miss her, even years later. She was such a loving kitty, even with the bad start. She was all fluff, too. If she got wet, she looked like a drowned rat, LOL. But dry, she was a gorgeous fluffball!
Her mother had been allowed to go outdoors and indoors... and was run over by a car when the litter was three weeks old. I took one, the owners kept one, and a third of the litter was adopted by another person. The fourth didn't make it. Tattianna looked as if she were a pure bred like her momma, except that she wasn't as big as a pure bred coon would be. She was bigger than a tabby, but nowhere near the size of a pure bred coon. We had her for seven years.
She developed a kind of seizure disorder that just got progressively worse. We had just scheduled the appointment to put her down because she was really suffering, and she died on the way to the appointment in my lap instead. I still miss her, even years later. She was such a loving kitty, even with the bad start. She was all fluff, too. If she got wet, she looked like a drowned rat, LOL. But dry, she was a gorgeous fluffball!
Lorraine
The Wicked Witch of the North
It's 20 years in May since I had to have my Birman boy put down. He was my cat, he tolerated other people but he preferred me to anyone else. I miss him to this day. RIP Briarmont Fernando aka Fud, Fuddy and Fuddy Duddy...a Prince amongst cats and sadly missed. He is buried in the orchard at my son's home and a massive slab of granite makes his spot. His grave mates are Tramp and Hamlet, all with huge stones marking their final resting spots. My son never does things by half.
Lorraine
The Wicked Witch of the North
15 lbs, Lorraine. 15.
The 25lb was the tom Terre was talking about but even 15lb/7kg, that's a lot of kitty cat!
Oops. My bad! LOL >.<
Not all that unheard of for a Maine Coon, though... I recall reading somewhere that there was at one time a record set by a 27.5lb Tom of this breed... so yeah, they can get BIG.And this was my Tattianna.
Like I said... if not for her overall measurements (length from ear tip to tail tip), she could have been mistaken as a pure bred Coon. We know her sire was tabby, because the people we got her from knew who poppa was. But you can't see anything but Coon in her appearance! She was just smaller, length-wise, than a pure bred...
These are the only pictures that survived of her, as far as I know, sadly. This would have been long before I'd ever discovered 3D art, or even the notion of DOING art on a computer in the first place. And where we were living at the time had a fire.. we lost a lot, including a lot of early pictures and such. Digital photography was only just starting to be introduced back then...
She was a big ball of fluff and purrs. LOL. She was mine also. She would happily go to other people, but if I walked in the room, it was game over and she was making a bee-line in my direction. Maybe it has to do with who was feeding her around the clock when we first got her so young.... and to think we were worried that she might have had attachment issues, being pulled away from her momma at that young of an age! Hah!
Lorraine
The Wicked Witch of the North
I am knackered today because a/ it was hot last night and I maybe got to sleep 5am b/ I forgot (AGAIN!) to silence the phone and I got a perky phone call at 10am c/ I fell asleep after a while and got ANOTHER phone call (cos I forgot to silence yadda yadda) and this time it was my mate, Dave, telling me to pick him and his tools off the dock at 1pm, he was coming over to make the gate in my handrail. And he did, as well as refastening the boarding ladder (temp screws were six months temp) and chiselling a place where I'm going to put a plank. I was the apprentice, chief gofer and tool holder. But look what I have now!
Nice, Lorraine! Sounds like you had a long night/day, but looks like it was productive despite that.
Lorraine
The Wicked Witch of the North
It was productive, Seliah, I am sooooo pleased it's done. It is part of the 'make the boat easier and safer for Lorraine to get on and off' project. Both my son and Dave and my friends Matt and Rose are not part of the 'but you need to think about when you have to move off the boat' contingent but instead are the 'we have to do everything to make the boat so she never has to move off' fanclub. You can imagine which I prefer
Absolutely! I agree with that mentality... when my Chuck was getting to where he had difficulty getting in/out of a bathtub, we ripped out the bathtub and put in a shower stall for him so that he did not have a big lip to climb over. When he started having trouble doing the up/down with the toilet, we ripped that out and put in a higher one so he didn't have to bend as far, as well as a couple of grip bars around it and the shower stall so he could use them for leverage.
When he could no longer bend down enough to use the lower cabinets in his kitchen, we yanked them out, put in drawers instead that he could pull open with a grabber to put things in/out of, and we hung extra cabinets up at his chest/shoulder level instead.
It is better to make adjustments to help folks remain independent. I never subscribed to the other mentality. It's bunk. That belongs as the last resort only when nothing else is left that can be done.
When he could no longer bend down enough to use the lower cabinets in his kitchen, we yanked them out, put in drawers instead that he could pull open with a grabber to put things in/out of, and we hung extra cabinets up at his chest/shoulder level instead.
It is better to make adjustments to help folks remain independent. I never subscribed to the other mentality. It's bunk. That belongs as the last resort only when nothing else is left that can be done.
Lorraine
The Wicked Witch of the North
Are you sure we weren't separated at birth?!
That's my philosophy too. People do and feel better in their own space, surrounded by their own bits and bobs. I am really lucky my son is so determined to support me. I have seen so many whose families didn't and it breaks my heart.
That's my philosophy too. People do and feel better in their own space, surrounded by their own bits and bobs. I am really lucky my son is so determined to support me. I have seen so many whose families didn't and it breaks my heart.
Lorraine
The Wicked Witch of the North
Hi Pen I'm pretty stoked with my gate too!
Hey my peeps, has anyone seen my marbles? Cos I seem to have lost them. That surely is the only reason (besides gluttony) why I would make a curry on a hot, humid night and now be perspiring like a farm labourer. (Apropos of perspiration, have you ever heard this little maxim: horses sweat, men perspire and ladies gently glow. My grandma's instant comeback if you were silly enough to say you were sweating!) So is anyone has found my marbles can you please return them to me c/- Sans Souci, Opua.
I'm pretty stoked with my gate too! Hey my peeps, has anyone seen my marbles? Cos I seem to have lost them. That surely is the only reason (besides gluttony) why I would make a curry on a hot, humid night and now be perspiring like a farm labourer. (Apropos of perspiration, have you ever heard this little maxim: horses sweat, men perspire and ladies gently glow. My grandma's instant comeback if you were silly enough to say you were sweating!) So is anyone has found my marbles can you please return them to me c/- Sans Souci, Opua.
I doubt it. I think I was just born in the wrong country!
In all seriousness, though. I've worked in nursing homes, and I've done home care where I traveled to people's homes to help them there. I've done my time as an EMT. I love working with elders, though my time with the ambulance corps was, I have to say, my favorite. I love, love triage.
All that to say, I've seen the whole gamut of it, and I am actually proud of the fact that we were able to keep Chuck in his home. He never had to step foot in a nursing home. When he got to where he needed 24-hour care, that's when I left the workforce. By then my Bear was earning more on his own than we ever did combined in the past, so we were able to afford for me to stop working. And between myself and my daughter, we managed it.
I just don't believe in ripping people out of their homes unless there is literally nothing else that can be done. My grandmother loved to swim, but could not get in and out of the pool very well. My mother couldn't afford to put in the rails on the steps down (she had an in-ground pool). Well, that just meant that two of us got in on either side of the steps and stood still. We did not do anything at all, except stand there, and she at 97 years old, would use our heads, shoulders, and arms as railings to get in and then back out of the pool when she felt like it. LOL And oh believe me, if she thought you were trying to reach to help her, you'd get a quick-fire Irish whack on the top of your head so fast you didn't know what hit you!
...and you wonder where I get my spunk from?
Hi Pen
Hey my peeps, has anyone seen my marbles? Cos I seem to have lost them. That surely is the only reason (besides gluttony) why I would make a curry on a hot, humid night and now be perspiring like a farm labourer. (Apropos of perspiration, have you ever heard this little maxim: horses sweat, men perspire and ladies gently glow. My grandma's instant comeback if you were silly enough to say you were sweating!) So is anyone has found my marbles can you please return them to me c/- Sans Souci, Opua.
I don't know what marbles you might be talking about... puppies don't play with marbles, nuh-uh, nope nope...
Hi, Pen! Afternoon. ^_^ Hope your day is going well. That gate is a really sweet job, isn't it?
Sure we do. We borrow yours. When you all steal them back, we've gone and lost ours again!
Hey Seliah...day's coming to an end here...yep...it's a very sweet job,!