Life goes on with me

 The week that was full of nasty weather. Been in and out of the storm shelter twice in a week is too much for my sanity. We are clear now with brilliant blue sky and full sun and nice north breeze. End of the week is another story. That is life in Oklahoma, a tornado alley.

I do not have much to write today except about my animals. They are part of my family. Oh yes!! I have not introduced Amy, Awie, Aaron, Mina, Mona, Abby (sadly she died), Blondie, Ayu , Lis, Lisa, Anna, Annie, Bibi, Mimi and Molly. These are my furry weed eaters.

 In December 2012, I was visiting Malaysia and I got a message from my dear husband that he got me a couple of weed eaters. I had been asking him to get me a new weed eaters, the kind that uses gas/petrol or the electric kind. When I arrived home he took me to look at the new weed eaters, they were two beautiful goats both female Mona and Mina who got their names later.

Now I got 12 more babies that have no names yet and they are so adorable.

New additions to the weed eaters. They are checking out the mineral block.

Addition to the family on the farm.

We welcomed a new furry member  Boomer early this year after mourning the loss of Dumdum to throat cancer. I missed Dumdum terribly and took me quite a while trying to love Boomer who came from a shelter. At 8 months old, he was very excited and probably saw the whole wide world for the first time and that he could run like crazy. I was and not very crazy with an excited puppy who is huge and knocking me down every time he wants to show his love. Now at 16 months he is huge and strong. He is a mix of Great Dane and Labrador. Shiny black color.

Max is still the puppy of mine. He is older and is very loving ad I love him very much. Will still try to get on my hammock with me if I ever let him. He still sits under it when I am on the hammock.

I have new addition to the animal farm, two cats a boy and a girl. They were dropped somewhere near the farm and must have crawled into my yard. I found them early one morning trying to get to Max. I took them to the garage and they were so hungry they wanted to eat the dog food. I noticed that they were still having their umbilical cords on them. They must be no more than two weeks old.

I gave them milk and opened a can of tuna, but they only know how to lick milk. For a couple more weeks they only survived on milk. Then I opened a can of tuna, it must have smelled so good, they started to eat it.

Later I noticed that the male kitten was not walking normally kind of dragging itself on its belly. I had to lift its tail end for it to pee and poop every time after feeding otherwise he would messed himself. I was told that he had a broken back and was advised to put him to sleep. part of me wanted to end the suffering, but I can't just let the sister be alone, so I nursed him back to health. Took more than a month for him to be able to  lift his back part of the body. Now he is as healthy as any young male cat.

I name them Kit and Kat. Kit the girl and Kat the boy. I took Kit to be fixed just in time before she gets in heat. By my rough calculation and by seeing them playing in a kind of manner that she would soon be at the age  of maturing. So Kit got fixed for a couple of hundred dollars.

Now I have cats.