Forum Replies Created
-
Posts
-
Nubbins is four months old now and settled in quite nicely. He’s more rough and tumble than Nougat was at his age. We’re waiting for him to get a little bigger (5 pounds and/or 6 months old) and then it’s his turn to get fixed and microchipped.
We have a new friend. Little guy hitched a ride inside a camper’s fender on the 11th. We tried to take him to the shelter or have a rescue take him, but the shelters were closed or don’t take cats and none of the rescues called us back. My husband felt sorry for him and decided we would keep him.
We took him to the vet last Tuesday and found out he was 2lbs and (probably) 8 weeks old (at the time). He’s settling in well. He’s been dubbed Nubbins because he has a nubbin of a tail.
Nougat was not pleased at first, but she’s coming around fairly quickly.
Husband got a promotion and now is the manager of Meaher State Park in Spanish Fort. His official first day was July 1, but he’d already been working there for two weeks. The previous manager passed away mid-May due to cancer, so it’s bittersweet for him to be taking it over.
We’re settling in the new place, but most of our things (including all but one of my Windstones) are in climate controlled storage right now because of how small it is. Supposedly there is a new, larger staff house coming, but things move SLOW in state agencies so I’ll believe it when it’s here.
My one Windstone that’s here is an older young unicorn grab bag that paid a visit to drag0nfeathers to have the horn replaced after it broke in our last move five years ago. It made it safely to our new home and is tucked safely away in a dresser so it isn’t nibbled or knocked over by a cat since the display cabinets aren’t available right now.
Move is around the corner now (plan to be moved by Father’s Day). We’ll be going a little further south to Spanish Fort.
Started packing my Windstones today. Still need to locate several of my boxes for bigger sculpts. So far I have plenty of packing peanuts to replace the ones that shriveled over the years.
Had to repack the unicorn colt boxes three different times because I put the wrong thing in them twice and didn’t realize it until I found the box for the other piece and played hide and seek before realizing they were in the wrong box.
Hip is killing me getting up and down off the floor. Groaned in pain a little bit ago.
Move is on the horizon. Don’t want to have to pack everything up to move. Not to mention that some things will likely end up in storage at first because the schedule for replacing the staff house where we are going hasn’t been established yet.
My mom has a non-fruit bearing cherry tree in her backyard. The flowers are similar, but the new growth on her tree isn’t that maroon color.
I’m a little grumpy now because two different rainbow dragons were offered at the same time as password protected lists and yet the colts weren’t. ðŸ˜
Thank you for the explanation. Hopefully it won’t be a seven year wait again. I missed the old black and white colts when they first released AND this re-release. ðŸ˜
Oh drag0nfeathers my heart goes out to you with your recent kitty troubles. We had put one of our cats down a week ago. She came inside at the end of the night the Saturday before Halloween and was fine. Then on Sunday she never sat by the front door asking to be let out. She stayed curled up on a chair all day only getting down once to get food and was very wobbly/achey when she did. I called the vet she had seen previously first thing Monday morning, but the wouldn’t be able to get her in until Halloween afternoon. Knowing that might be too long I called another local vet and they were able to get her in before noon that day.
My husband dropped her off and we spent the next week waiting for positive updates. She had a fever, wasn’t eating or drinking, was barely moving, her white cell count was off, and the vet couldn’t figure out why. She was put on fluids, given antibiotics, had multiple tests to check for things and everything came back negative – cancer, fiv, felv. Her signs pointed to the dry form of fip, but we finally got those results back and they were negative too. She spent the entire week at the vet and didn’t show improvement. The vet offered to let us take her home on Friday in hopes that maybe she’d improve in familiar surroundings. She ate a bite or two when she got home, then curled up. We gave her the medication she was sent home with. She barely ate on Saturday. Sunday she refused everything. We could tell she was hurting even through her medication so made the decision to call on Monday so she could go peacefully. She’s buried in between the house and the park office in a quiet spot she won’t be disturbed. The vet was so sorry she couldn’t figure out what happened.
We miss our Squeaker so much.
