Thursday, November 5, 2015

I Have Another Fur Baby

On Saturday, September 26th, my husband and I went house hunting.

We found a kitten.
The house the kitten was in should've been condemned. It had a huge hole in the living room floor. I saw the kittens—yes there were two—opened the window and pulled one out. The other shot back in the hole and never came out again. I held this tiny kitten in my arms and said to my husband, "I have to save it." 

"I know you do," he replied. 

Kitty went to the vet the following Tuesday. She didn't look well. Plus she was sneezing and had snots in her eyes. Turned out she was sick and undernourished—only weighed one pound! She got medicine and began to look, and apparently feel, better because she went from a snuggle-bug to a demon-kitty.

Snuggle Bug because she wasn't feeling well.

She can't jump yet. But she can climb and she likes to be on top of my chairs! My custom chairs. Which is an absolute no-no. My dogs never go on these chairs, so there's no way Kitty is going on them.

Chillin' on my custom chair !

Kitty doesn't have a name yet. If I name her, she'll be a permanent part of our family and I just don't know if I can take care of another animal right now. They need a lot of time and attention. But I am willing to get her ready for adoption.

Pretty, spoiled, Kitty.

 Only time will tell. 

If I've learned anything in my 50 years, it's plans are sure to get screwed up. So, until I make a decision, Kitty is happily running around my house, eating a ton of food, gaining weight and learning the word "no".

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

I'm Not Crazy

Do you hate noises? Cracking gum, smacking lips, teeth scraping over a fork, fingernails tapping on a keyboard and even the clicking of a mouse? And when I say hate, I actually mean you-could-slap-someone-hate-it.

You see, I do. I can’t tolerate those noises and many, many more. I remember feeling like this when I was ten years old. I used to think I was bitchy, but as I got older and my sensitivity to noise grew worse, I began to think I was crazy. I found out today, I’m not a bitch (well, sometimes I can be) and I’m not crazy.

 I have a rare, newly recognized disorder called Misophonia: The strong dislike or hatred of specific sounds. What makes this bad is the noise can set me off. My heart races, my muscles get tight, my stomach and head can hurt, setting off a migraine. And I get angry—very, very angry.

It didn’t make sense because it was just a noise. But apparently the neurons in my brain don’t respond to sound stimuli like other people. I’m relieved to know what it is, but not too happy there isn’t a cure.

 So when you’re around me, don’t chew with your mouth open, crack your gum, tap your fingers, hum, click a mouse, use your fingernails to type on your keyboard, cough, sneeze, snore or breath and I won’t feel the urge to slap you.


Sunday, February 23, 2014

Happy Birthday To My Husband David

A little over thirty-three years ago, I began dating a young man. I didn’t know at the time that I’d end up marrying him and having two sons. Nor did I know we’d shelter one another through storms and hold hands while we’d climb some pretty hazardous mountains. I had no clue that life would be hard at times and he’d have to dry my tears and support me while our life spun out of control, and that I’d do the same for him.

I didn’t have a crystal ball to see that this young man would make a good husband and father. But in hindsight, I made a damn good decision in marrying him. He’s kind, compassionate, intelligent, chivalrous, romantic and dignified. And I’m very lucky to call him my husband.

David, I love you and I’m honored to be your wife and the mother of your sons.

 Happy Birthday, David!


Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Happy New Year - From Berra

Hi! Guess Who?

It’s me, Berra. And it’s been a very long time since I’ve updated you on…well, me!

Today is two years since I came to live with the Zydel’s. Can you believe it? Two whole years!

 I only weighed five pounds back then and now I weigh forty-eight. Mommy says I’m a fatty-ma-watty, but she says it with bunches of love in her voice.

 Back when I weighed five pounds, Madea and Kommit were afraid of me. Well, Kommit passed on to the Rainbow Bridge a year ago September. Mommy was so sad. She cried and cried. She says she still misses that Wiggle-butt. Madea’s still here and I love her so much. I kiss her and snuggle with her. I also bite her legs and steal her toys. And she doesn’t even get mad at me! She the best sister ever!

 And I got the bestest news the other day. I’m getting another sister. And she’s an Elkhound, like me! Except she’s older. She’s eight. Her name is Bacardi and she’s been living outside in a dog house and Mommy and Daddy felt so sad that they just had to adopt her. She’ll come to live with us in a few days. I’m really excited. I’ll have another dog to snow snorkel with because Madea isn’t really a snow dog like us Elkhounds. We even like that frigid, sub-zero weather we had not too long ago.

 I go out then come in. And then I ring the bell on the door about five minutes later because I want to go back out. And I do this, oh, all night. Mommy tells me no but I don’t give up. I look up at her and she says, oh all right, but just for a minute. A minute in Berra time can last a long time. Or until Mommy says, Daddy said come! Then I know she means business and I bark at the night air and run up to the door.

 My family is wonderful to me. They spoil me something fierce. I have lots of toys and I pull them all out and scatter them all over the floor. I like to have two or three under my snout at a time and if someone picks a toy up, I drop what I’m doing and run to them because I want what they have in their hand.

I especially like when they have food. My favorite is licorice. Mommy will bite off itty-bitty pieces and I will sit or dance or give my paws to get those pieces. I get treats too. Mommy buys Madea and me special ones. I know right where they are and when I do something cute, I run to the treat drawer and sit down like a good girl. It’s hard for Mommy not to reach in that drawer and give me one.

 Dalan is my boy. I love him more than my treats. I miss him when he’s away at that college place. I know the sound of his car though and I run to the door to greet him. And when he’s home, I’m right by his side. I snuggle with him and he pets and loves on me. Austin is good to me too and I will snuggle with him when Dalan isn’t home. I have four people to pick from. I’m the luckiest dog in the world!

I can finally jump on the beds by myself now. It took a long time. I used to just place my front paws on the mattress and they would boost my bummie. But now I’m a big girl which is good because I can jump up and down whenever I want!

 I have a good life and I’m a very happy dog. I’ll let you know how I like my new sister. Until then, have a Happy New Year!




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