Did Dixie Do Her Job?

 

Last night When I got settled in bed I asked my daughter to keep my closet door open just enough to give Dixie an opening to get in there should she hear the mouse again. No sooner did the lights go off and my daughter leave my room while shutting my bedroom door behind her I heard a scuttle. That mouse evidently had no fear of  cats or people or he was still  really really hungry  because Dixie ran in the closet and though I couldn’t see anything, there was a bit of scuffle going on in their. Suddenly it got quite and I soon fell asleep.

The next  morning as I was getting up with help from my daughter and I was telling her about the events between Dixie and the mouse last evening at the same time looking all around my bedroom floor in case we might see a dead mouse.  Nothing, not a sign of a mouse. Cats usually and proudly bring their conquest to their owners  laying them down at there feet. With that thought in my mind I was fearful a dead mouse might be on my bed this morning. When I got into the bathroom My daughter asked me what the red stuff  was on my floor. I swirled my chair around and saw more red marks here and their and then the little black dead mouse,  Dixie had done her job.  Now this story does not end here because I’m still storing the bird and squirrel feed in my closet and will always keep my closet door open just enough for Dixie to slide through. 

My Dixie is Sick~(Post From The Past)

Now that it's over, I can talk about it.

About two weeks ago my little cat Dixie got sick. It was on a Thursday that she had a case of diarrhea and she vomited in the bathroom. She seemed just fine though still playing and running around inside and out in the yard.

Every morning she jumps on my bed to wake me up and then she jumps in my wheelchair to get a ride into the bathroom where I put her food dish on a little table.

This Friday morning she did not jump up on my bed to wake me, she didn't get on my chair, she was under my bed. When I got her food dish out, she didn't come eat, she just went to the door to go outside. I didn't see her face or her eyes, I just let her go out. She jumped off the porch and dropped on the ground laying on her side. I was on my porch looking down at her and calling her. She barely was able to lift up her head to look at me and only then could I see her eyes. They were just half open and runny.

It was very hot out their already which worried me because it was still early in the morning and we have been having extremely hot weather over the past two days. I tried to call her back up to the porch so I could get her back into the house. She would not move!

It seems like I'm always home alone when these things happen. Trying to think about who I could call for help, when Dixie finally got up but then followed my other cat Little Girl down the path that went down a steep hill away from our property. I was now beside myself thinking all kinds of bad things happening to her.

1. she would be too weak to get back up the hill.

2. She had no food or water in her and she will get dehydrated out in the heat all day.

3. She has never been out after six o'clock and she'll get frightened.

I was now in a fearful state of mind and hated my inability to just get up out of this   @%#!!%^&^%#*!!%@  wheelchair and go get her !!!!!!

It was now about two in the afternoon and I finally called my granddaughter Chelsea, crying I told her my situation and asked her if she could buy me a bottle of Kayo syrup and come to the house. She did. She tried to calm me down telling me Dixie will come home soon, that cats do unbelievable things and that her cat came home even though someone had shot him with a bee bee gun and he had them in his hind leg and limped home and it all turned out fine after a trip to the vets. You know, that did help me.

I had brown rice, ice cubes, and a can of chicken broth. With that and the Kayo syrup, I was able to get my little pup Pookie back to health so I knew if I could just get Dixie home I would be able to help her.

It was now eight thirty in the evening and Dixie was never out this late! I could not eat or drink anything. I could not stop looking out the door at my porch for her. And I could not stop crying, and yes, I kept praying to God about my cat.

FINALLY !!!  she was laying on my porch, but she would not come. I tried cat food, fresh fish cat food, and her evening treats and nothing helped. It was so late by now and I was so tired. I was happy she was on the porch and not dead from the heat at the bottom of the hill, but my white cat was not home yet which is not unusual for her and I did not want Dixie leaving my porch and wandering off again.

I finally did get her in by opening up the large window that is off one end of the porch and goes into my living room. She came in that window. Now I can go to bed. I know I'm going into a lot of detail about the first day of my cats illness but I want you to go through the emotions one has when in a position of helplessness and housebound and wheelchair-bound.

Saturday ~ Dixie is real sick and now she is sneezing

uncontrollably, her eyes are half shut and she's warm. I try to get some water and food in her but she won't even try. I put some syrup on my finger and she did lick it off. I gave her some warm chicken broth and she drank a little. I then put some soft fish cat food in the broth and she drank and ate a little. No vets were open on the weekend. I called one on Monday morning and she would not be able to take Dixie till Wednesday. I called another and she could get her in between others around 1:00 P.M. and 2:00. Thankfully my daughter would be home from her job at one.

At last !!! my cat's at the vets.

She has  upper respiratory disease. and gastrointestinal. She got lots of medication, lots of chicken broth, lots of rest and love. I kept her in for one week.

Finally after a week of treatment she looked great, running around the house getting into the usual trouble and begging to go outside. I really did not want to let her out but by Monday morning a full week later, when I saw her standing on her hind legs, both paws on the window of my porch door, looking out and watching the other cats in the yard, Little Girl and my daughters cat, I could not take it  any  longer, I let her out. She ran around the yard, ate grass, and chased a butterfly, I knew my Dixie was back to her self healthy and happy and so was I !

His Name is Alester And He Just Walked Away.

As you know this is a new blog and so I'm picking up stories from my other Fine Cats & Kittens blog to post on here. This is not a happy story but this blog is about My Kentucky Cats so here it is.


He is so happy playing with my cats, running and hiding under the pine trees, the blackberry bushes, and the woods below, he also loves sleeping on my porch, I’m happy he’s here, He especially liked Little Girl.
This past March my granddaughter Chelsea and her parents packed up everything and moved to Texas. I asked Chelsea to please leave him with me. As you read you’ll see that Alister already was staying on the big deck and my back porch, he loved it their ! He also enjoyed playing in the woods in the back yard and playing with my cats Dixie and Little Girl. I was certain he would be happy here rather then be shipped off to a new and unknown place. He seemed to be content and settled into his new arrangement, but he would not come into my house even though one night it was cold and raining. I put a large towel on the chair that he slept in on my porch and felt he would stay warm and be fine. He was just fine and as the days began to warm up I was sure that Alister was going to become a permanent member to my family.

Two weeks had gone by and things seemed to be going well when one day, I remember so well because I was in my living room staring out the big picture window when I saw Alister  walking on the other side of our fence. I never saw him on that side of the fence before so I just watched him walk slowly down the hill and into the woods.

I have not seen Alister since that day. He never came back. Was he aware of what was going on as he watched my family move every piece of furniture out of the house into a big truck, even his favorite chair? Did he think that Chelsea would surely be home that night as he watched her get into the truck and saw it move down the road and out of site? Did he wonder why the lights never came on at night in the house, and no one opened the front door to let him in? Was his heart broken?

I looked for Alister for a year after he walked away. I have heard stories about cats that ran away from home and return three four and even five years later. When I first saw the tan and cream stray two weeks ago, and only could see the cat from afar, I thought it just might be Alister. My heart started to beat  fast and I held my breath trying to get a better look at him. The stray is not Alister.

Guess What !

The stray came back after staying away for a day. At about eight in the morning as I was getting my coffee I heard her meowing and making funny noises. I know her meow so I knew it was her before I pulled back the drape. The funny noises I can't explain, it's like a chattering if that makes sense. Their she was staring right at the glass door. She didn't run away as I opened the drape either, that's nice. I got the pan of food and placed it on the same chair she is used to on my porch and went back to getting my most needed cup of coffee. I had my camera ready on my kitchen bar in case I saw her again and got a shot of her leaving my deck to go over to my porch where the food was. Here she is up close and moving quickly.