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.

A Louie

 

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.”

 

A Tonk
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

 

Mrs. Turtle ~ a day in a life

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Every life has value, and God pronounced them all “good.”

While walking my dog, I came upon her one morning. She sat on the sidewalk that surrounded a group of apartment buildings in my condo complex. My neighbor thought she’d walked across our wide asphalt parking lot to lay her eggs in one of the areas our landscapers had planted with all kinds of tropical foliage.IMG_2968

When I approached her, she became afraid, ducked her head in.

The problem was, in the time it had taken to lay her eggs, the sun had risen and this is Florida. We’ve been having record highs. It was very hot and she’d have to get across hot asphalt to get back to the creek…where she had no doubt come from. Not to mention, landscapers were driving their trucks in and residents were going out.IMG_2971

I was born in the wilds of rural New York State, so touching a turtle is no problem for me. I picked her up, carried her across the parking lot, and placed her on bank of the creek at the other side of our condo complex.

A simple thing really. It took no more than five minutes out of my day. An intentional and truly good moment, one that I count as joy. I hope God considers this an act of good stewardship in terms of His creation and a small creature who could not navigate modern existence.