Chillemi Catz ~ what a feline frenzy

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LeeLee, momma cat of this colony.

 

Okay, okay, I admit it. Nike N. Chillemi is a notorious cat lady. So, there I said it. Yes, it’s true. I not only have five cats and a little doggie inside the house with me, but I also feed a colony of eight stray cats every morning. I believe God’s original plan has not changed. We, as stewards, are to make the space we occupy as closely as we can to resemble Eden.

 

Then the Lord God took the man and put him into the garden of Eden to cultivate it and keep it. ~ Genesis 2:15 [New American Standard Bible, NASB]

 

Seven of the eight cats are orange to some degree. That’s because LeeLee, the momma cat and queen-bee of the colony is an orange cat.

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Dewey in the foreground, Hughie near the broom, LeeLee in the back.

 

The next generation of orange cats have ringed tails. For the longest time two came. Then one day, a third one arrived, and my mouth literally fell open. I wasn’t expecting three orange ring-tailed cats. So, they were named Hughie, Dewey, and Louie.

I always bring a broom out in case I have to sweep up. This is Florida and there can’t be little bits of food laying in front of my door in the heat.

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Tink (Tinkerbelle) is the third generation and is orange and white. Fiona (gray, on the left) isn’t an offspring of LeeLee’s. The colony accepted her and she comes for breakfast every morning. That’s Louie under the car. When the three orange ring-tailed cats come every morning, I’ve been known to say aloud, “Here come the Ooies.”

 

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Tonk

Tonk is Tink’s brother and the last generation of orange cats. A vet tech lived in the condo complex and she had them all spayed and neutered. Spaying and neutering of animals is so important on so many levels. If more people spayed/neutered we would not have cat colonies.

My neighbor feeds them at night and she’s given them grand names like Heathcliff. So when they’re at Marlene’s door, they’re in Brit Box. When they’re at Nike’s door, they’re in Toontown.

A righteous man has regard for the life of his animal,
But even the compassion of the wicked is cruel. ~ [Proverbs 12:10, New American Standard Bible, NASB]

 

This is my sworn statement, and I’m sticking to my story.

Nike N. Chillemi

 

Epiphany 2020 ~ my three lovely gifts

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Thinking of the gifts of the magi today

 

 

Of course today is January 6th, Epiphany, or Three Kings Day. It’s the twelfth and last day of the Christmas season that began on Advent Sunday (not the day after Thanksgiving) and ends today. I’ve had a wonderful, interesting, and blessed holiday. I hope all my readers and supporters are blessed in the new year. That is my heartfelt prayer for you.

These three decided to nap together and gave me this photo. The tortoise-shell in the foreground is Beauty, because she is one. She’s the queen of the household, is a talker, and has an opinion on everything. Then you have Sophie The Wonder Dog. Her name was Sophie when she was rescued and we kept it. At that time our kids were in the house and we started calling her “Soapy.” I sometimes now call her that and she perks up and prances, perhaps going back in time. I’ll have to call her that more often. And in the background is Trouble. He earned that name by his mischievousness since he was a teeny tike. He’s either in trouble or causing it. I know he looks like an angel here under the tree. That’s his cover. He’s part of an international cat burglar and jewel thief ring.

Ghee, I sure have a vivid imagination. Perhaps I should write murder mysteries with a national security twist. Hmm, now that’s a thought.

Goodbye Ebony ~ she left on cat’s paws

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Ebony in 2016 when we first moved to NE Florida. She loved to sleep on the bookshelf where I piled books after I took them out of boxes.

When I returned home from Brooklyn after visiting my daughter for two weeks, I noticed Ebony had lost weight. Well, she’d always been a little chubby, so I figured now that I was back, she’d start eating again. And she did eat.

However, 72 hours later, at night, she had trouble swallowing and her tongue was hanging out of her mouth. I thought it was an abscessed tooth. I told her how sorry I was she was in discomfort…to hang on until the next morning when I’d take her to the vet and they’d pull the tooth.

Dr. Rose did a physical exam and said it wasn’t a tooth. She only had to take one ex-ray. A huge tumor pressed on Ebony’s stomach, liver, and kidneys. She had trouble eating because there was swelling in the back of her throat. The vet said Ebony would not survive this, so there was only one choice. I had to put her down. I hugged her, kissed her, and stayed with her to the end. Dr. Rose always sings at the very end. She sang, “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” for Ebony.

That song was so appropriate for Ebony. She was sweet, as gentle as a whisper, and affectionate. She had particularly taken to my author friend when Jenna Victoria visited a few months ago. I’m so blessed that Jenna got to know Ebony. She was a dear pet….the epitome of the phrase: on cats’ paws.

After I left the vet’s office, I confronted myself acting as my own accuser. If only…Maybe if I had come back from New York City earlier. Guilt. I should never have misjudged Ebony’s illness and lack of appetite as being caused by missing me. Self-condemnation. After all, I was the one who said ‘yes’ to euthanasia. Judgement. Many people do this. Men feel they should be able to fix all things that aren’t working right. Women feel they should be able to comfort, bolster up, even resuscitate (emotionally and physically) those they love. This certainly includes a beloved pet.

Romans 8:1 [NASB] ~ Therefore there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.

If there was something we could’ve done better, and there usualy is…we can learn from it for the next situation. In this case, as believers, we must submit to God, repent, accept His forgiveness and grace…walk on and sin no more. Whenever we find ourselves nursing guilt, we must submit to God and push it away. If there was nothing or very little we could’ve done better, again, we must submit to God, and push the truly useless condemnation away. This takes making a quality decision on our parts. The accusation is of the enemy. We must move past it and move on to what God has for us…follow the path He’s set before us.

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Ebony (l), Trouble (C), Meadow (R) when they were ‘kittlets’ ~ not kittens anymore, yet not quite cats. Brooklyn, N&

 

Assaulted by a Cat ~ I’m Almost Ashamed To Say

Mimzie, our feral cat.
Mimzie, our feral cat.

 

I have several cuts on my arms .

If I wasn’t most definitely in my prime, some might speculate age 39 (ooops my nose is growing) ~ though a lady never should tell her age… At any rate, if I wasn’t well beyond my teenage years, one look at my armss and some might think I was an adolescent cutter. Not so! Not at all.

I have a feral cat named Mimzie and was merely trying to clean her ears. [Shh, don’t tell her I said so, but feral cats are somewhat deranged.]

The upshot is, she got away without me achieving my goal. So, I tired to sneak up on her the next day.  She’s partially deaf, which makes the sneaking up not too difficult, but she’s quick and determined not to be held onto.

You’ll notice her crooked lip-line. That’s due to lost teeth. However, what teeth she’s got left sunk into my arm, fortunately, not too deeply.

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This soon became a two-woman operation. I enlisted the help of my daughter Delayne, and we had to block the staircase so Mimsie couldn’t get up there to hide.

 

 

 

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I can’t help but be reminded of that old meme, “How To Give A Cat A Pill.” Ah, the joys of cat ownership. I promise you, she’s not choking the cat, just trying to hold onto her.

 

 

 

For those of you who would like to lead “cruelty-free” lives (meaning you purchase products that do not test on animals, here’s a short and very incomplete list of affordable companies who sell in drug stores and supermarkets, and do not test on animals.

Cosmetics and Personal Care:

Aveda [Estee Lauder]

Caswell-Massey: fragrance, bath & body – can be purchased on Amazon

Elf Cosmetics: Target, most chain drug stores

Kiss My Face: skin care –  in most chain drug stores and supermarkets

Milani Cosmetics: sold in most chain drug stores

Paul Mitchell Hair Products:  most chain drug stores and beauty supply stores

Physicians Formula: make up – sold in most chain drug stores

Queen Helene: hair products, skin care, personal care – sold in most chain drug stores and supermarkets

Shiff: vitamins, in most chain drug stores and supermarkets

Toms of Maine: toothpaste – in most chain drug stores and supermarkets

Wet ‘n Wild: cosmetics, nail products – in most chain stores and supermarkets

White Rain: hair products, in most chain drug stores and supermarkets

 

Household Products:

Bon Ami: scouring cleanser, sold in supermarkets

Brillo: scouring pad, sold in supermarkets

Nature’s Miracle: pet odor destroyer, PETCO, most pet shops

 

Most of these products are “made in America” and do not have ingredients that will cause cancer, or cause other physical harm. Why do you suppose the other companies test on animals? It’s because they’re using potentially harmful chemicals.

Note: the box must say “cruelty-free” “no animal testing” or have a bunny on it. Most of the companies who a few years ago didn’t test on animals have gone back to testing. Why? Because China requires animal testing to sell in their country and these companies quickly gave up their principles. You’ll notice that most celebrities no longer do “cruelty free” ads. That’s because they’re signed with large cosmetics firms that have gone back to testing. How quickly they too gave up their principles.

Murderously Cold in Upstate NY ~ Sophie and Moi Survive!!!

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My faithful BFF, Sophie (the 11 pound fluff-ball) and I spent three days in the wilds of Dutchess County (NY) braving frigid temperature. We did survive!!!

We went to visit the farm where my brother’s wife boards her horse Misty…and we had a great time.

 

 

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My brother’s wife Laura with her horse Misty and little Sophie.

 

 

 

 

 

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On another part of the farm, my brother Michael cuts firewood for his wood stove. I can attest, that stove gets mighty toasty.

 

 

 

 

 

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All the while, I filed everything away in my ‘writer’s research files’ for a time when I could draw on this experience to enhance a story.