The breeding has begun

I awakened on Thursday to hear cats screaming, Zachary Pierre and Abigail were breeding, He is totally in love and watches her even when she sleeps. He is always one step behind her every move. The sex continued off and on during the day and several times today too. He talks to her in a soothing way and she has had enough already, she sometimes hides when she sees him coming. Tonight she told him enough was enough and hissed and growled at him, he of course tried to talk sweet but she was not listening. I understand it can take 20 to 50 hours for the pregnancy to occur so the breeding should be over soon.

I am fairly new at this breeding thing, and didn't realize before that cats are induced ovulaters, this means that sex makes the egg come out to be fertilized. This is why it can take the 20 to 50 hours to become pregnant.

Zachary is beaming, I think Abigail is tired of the whole darn thing and would like for him to jump off the nearest bridge.

One thing I do know, they will have gorgeous babies and both of their personalities are wonderful, we certainly cannot go wrong there.

Another cool thing happened today, I got a call from a local radio station telling me that I won $100.00 for a second chance entry that I had sent in. How cool is that? I am now in the drawing to win $5000.00 worth of furniture from a local store. Wish me luck as I could use some new furniture.

It is also my hubby's birthday, He got a Wii.

So much for today. I hope you stay tuned as I will not only keep you posted on the cats, but other things as well.

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Are my neighbors from outer space?

I am a very nice person and I like most everyone until they continually do stupid things to piss me off.



I am sure we all know people like my neighbors who do really weird things like watching TV outside on a tiny little patio, underneath my bedroom window, at all hours of the night hooping and hollering and getting louder and louder with each beer they consume. This happens most every weekend not only in summer but when the snow flies as well. It sometimes occurs during the weekdays too. I am all for having a good time but these people do not show any respect for others or themselves. They are people who think the neighborhood belongs to them and maybe, they might be book smart but they have absolutely no common sense.



When they first moved here I tried to be a good neighbor, they continually took advantage of not only me. but everyone else too. I would go out to do errands and their friends would park in my drive and take my parking place and any other that they might find, If I was home they would park behind our cars on the street blocking us in so we could not get out. Again trying to be nice I would put nice notes on their cars to please not block us in or out and take our parking spaces. Now one would think once would be enough, but it continued until I had a book of posty notes that said it over and over and it never stopped until I came back one day to pull into my drive only to find that I was blocked out, from cars parked on the street. I parked in the middle of the road and went knocking on their door and ask that whoever was blocking my drive to please move, the response I got was WHY? I think after I got a bit angry that day, that they took advantage of the other neighbors after that and stopped blocking and taking my parking spaces. Yeah!! It sure took a long time for them to get it, but I shrugged it off and moved on thinking that all was well.



Then one day while my son was home alone, someone knocked at the door and it was the neighbor from outer space holding a rock from our yard (the kind of marble chunks that you use around plants and shrubs) yelling and swearing, asking him if he used that rock to break out his wife's car window to steal her purse. Needless to say the child was at a loss for words and the neighbor from outer space then went through the neighborhood telling everyone what he assumed my child had done. I knew all the kids in the hood and I always let them hang at my home to keep them out of trouble, my reasoning being if they are here I know whats up and to help prevent them being elsewhere where I don't know what they might be doing. I had been asking the boys to keep an ear open for the bragging that goes on around school about breaking into the neighbors car. After all, it could have been one of my cars as we had three of them parked in the drive during this time and after all the rock was from my flower garden and to get to that rock they had to be around my cars too. The next time that neighbor came knocking like a bull with a red face and fire shooting out of his nostrils I happened to answer the door. I ask how I could help him and the cursing started and he wanted to know what I intented to do about his broken window and the missing purse, that was in the car on the seat in plain view (smart huh) Well the boys in the hood had given me some names of some boys who lived not in our neighborhood but on the other side of the hill miles away who were doing a bit of bragging, just the day before, I gave the information to the nasty neighbor from outer space who relayed the information to the police. The police found the lady's cell phone on one of the boys, the case was solved. The shame being that my son, was assumed the guilty one by the nasty red faced bull and anyone in the neighborhood that he could get to listen to him. My cars have never been broken into and I have lived here nearly 20 years but the neighbors from outer space have been broken into 4 to 5 times to date with things being taken from their cars purses, wallets, briefcases, etc. See what I mean about having common sense.



We pretty much ignored each other after that although my 78 year old father was awakened by their fighting, while spending the night at our house sometime around two in the morning. It made me angry but I never said anything to them as they fight quite often and have this cute little game that they play (after yelling and screaming she locks him out, he gets into his car and goes somewhere for all of 10 minutes, probably around the block, then he precedes to bang on the door yelling for her to let him in.) I have heard him call her STUPID and tell her his friends don't like her and have actually heard her call people on the phone to apologize for his behavior. I sure would not have let him in. Now mind you I am not a nosy person, but they are loud and fight outside where one cannot help overhearing. One day while trying to relax on my porch on Sunday, my only day off, he was mowing his lawn and yelling at the top of his lungs, over top the lawn mower (still running) for her to come pick up the (his words) the 50 pounds of dog shit that he didn't want to run over. Another time some $%^* limbs in the yard from the #^&* trees she had planted. I must admit that it is sometimes very humorous and I do have to chuckle, and the dog doo made me laugh until I cried.



The next fiasco was a chimnea, you know a terra cotta chimney that you burn fire logs in outside, while sitting there watching your TV with your buddies like an idiot. I am about 10 feet away from this fire pit and could not open my windows because of the smoke that would come in and set off my smoke alarms and make my house smell terrible. They burned really big pieces of wood and cardboard boxes in the thing in a very unsafe manner and I was really afraid that the sparks might burn down my house. Finally the chimnea broke apart and ended up in the trash. I must admit that I was not to upset about that as my patience was growing thin. Several weeks later they got a new one, this one a metal box with mesh wire on the sides, back and front. The fires got bigger after that and my 100 year old hemlock trees above it started to suffer from the heat with one of them dying and falling onto my house. Then I came home from work one day to find a nasty little note in my mailbox from the wife, who I had tried to like because I felt sorry for her being married to such a nasty bull



with his nasty mouth and what I call shi_Fuc_ fits. These are the words I hear constantly along with the one that takes the lord's name in vain. Anyway, someone had apparently called the Fire Marshall about the fires and I was asked in the note not to do this again and to please talk to her about it instead of calling behind her back and the same with calling the police on them.



Like I said I am nice and do not try to cause anyone else trouble. I did not call the Fire Marshall or the police,



not even one time in all the years that these people from outer space have bothered me. So now I am pissed, I fire off a three page letter telling her the same things I have told you. It was eriely quite for about a month after that, But it has started up again and he still yells at the dogs when they bark, hanging out the windows or door yelling "Shut UP" even though it just makes them bark louder.



If my neighbors are truly not from outer space, I wish the aliens would come and kidnap them and take them to a galaxy far, far, away.



The moral of this story is :::::



Assuming is not a good thing as it makes an ass of you and me.



If you had neighbors like this what would you do?

Cats are like Potato Chips

Hi,

My name is Margo and I love cats. In fact I have been called the crazy cat lady by some. When I was a little girl 10 years old, my friend Betty Lou and I were out riding our bikes and we found a tiny little kitten in the weeds by the side of the road. I was afraid something would hurt the tiny animal or that it might get hit by a car so I put it into my basket on my bike and took it home with me. I loved this tiny little kitten already and decided to call it Dusty.

Dusty was a yellow tabby and he had hardly any voice left from crying out for help. I begged my mom to let me keep Dusty and mom said no way. Mom likes animals but not inside the house, I begged for days to keep this tiny little creature and since I was feeding him Dusty was still hanging around the outside of my house. Mom finally agreed that if Dusty stayed outside that I could keep him. I was so happy, I had my first pet and it was great. I wanted to cuddle with Dusty and would sneak him into my bedroom when Mom and Dad went to bed so, we could cuddle in my bed. Of course as we all know when we get older that Moms have eyes in the back of their heads. It was not long before Mom discovered my secret and she told my Dad without my knowing to take Dusty away to the animal shelter. I was devastated when I went to find Dusty and he was no where to be found. I called him for days and looked everywhere but he was nowhere to be found.
A few weeks later I heard mom and dad talking about my plight and overheard them telling Grandma what had really happened to my cat. I could not believe it but it made
sense because I knew that Dusty loved me as much as I loved him and that he would not have run away.

I told my parents what I had heard and that I wanted my cat back. I told them I was going to go on a hunger strike. I then locked myself in my room and refused to talk to them or to eat. About four days later Daddy knocked on my bedroom door and told me to get in the car and we would go to the shelter and see if Dusty was still there. I was afraid that someone would have already adopted my cat, as I did not know what else happened at the shelter at the tender age of 10. As soon as the car was parked I ran into the shelter and began screaming at the top of my lungs for my cat. I went into the rooms and looked frantically into cage after cage for Dusty, then I heard that familiar meow and there he was, I had found my cat. I don’t know who was more excited Dusty or me, but when I opened that cage he jumped right into my arms and purred and purred all the way home.

I still was not allowed to have the cat inside but Dusty lived a long cat life and was 19 years old before he went to kitty heaven.
I have had many good cats since that time and when I married and had my own home they were always welcome in my home and to sleep with me on my bed.
My Favorite cat of all time was a seal point himilayan named Maggie. She had the most gorgeous blue eyes and was the joy of my life. I remember when I got her she was about 9 weeks old and we wanted her to have a playmate so we also brought home her sister Sadie who was solid black with beautiful yellow eyes. My boys Gary and Steve would put the kittens inside their shirt pockets and carry them around our home.
After my son Gary graduated high school he joined the Navy and in his travels ended up in Guantamo Bay Cuba for a while. Part of his job there was to end the lives of the cats that were breeding on the island, as the cats were wild and everywhere in that beautiful place. One day he found two tiny kittens inside a dumpster and rescued them, he fed these tiny cats that had no mother with formula and tiny baby bottles, one of the tiny babies was just to weak to survive and the other which he named Ms. Lew after Monica Lewinsky thrived. Ms Lew would wait outside the barracks every morning for him to be fed and eventually all the other guys and gals on the base helped to make sure she got plenty to eat. She became the base mascot and was well taken care of needless to say and when orders came to go to Italy Gary packed up, Ms. Lew and took her abroad. The darn cat has been lots of places that I have never been, Gary got back to the states three years later and was stationed at Lackland Air Force base in Texas where his career brought him to work with K-9 dogs, and he had a shepherd that he had brought with him from Italy named Sarge. Well Ms. Lew just absolutely hated Sarge so guess who she came to live with. I already had Maggie and Sadie who were both around 11 years old when she came to live with me. Ms. Lew had terrible manners and Maggie and Sadie absolutely did not want to share their home with her in any way. They learned to tolerate each other over time but were really never cat buddies. In fact even though she is the most hard headed, stubborn cat that I have ever had, she learned quickly that if she went upstairs where Sadie lived that she would be sent back down the stairs fur flying. Sadie never would come down those stairs again beginning with the first introduction to Ms. Lew. The upstairs was her territory and she would not even allow Maggie into her upstairs space after that day.

Sadie died and went to kitty heaven in Feb. 2007 at the age of 16 years of renal failure. It was like loosing a child and we still miss her terribly and to make it even worse we lost Maggie in May that same year. I still find it hard to go into my kitchen where she always preferred to hang out and not find her there, I don’t sit in my favorite chair in the living room still to this day as every time I sat there in the past Maggie was on my lap and it still does not seem right to sit there without her.
I had to go on the search for kittens after that and found Zoe and Zach in Kentucky. Zoe is a black smoke persian and her brother Zachary Pierre is a blue smoke. They both have beautiful copper eyes and I do believe that Zachary is the most magnificent, gorgeous cat that I have ever seen. He is to pretty to be a male and I have decided to breed him and that is how we came to own Abigail who is a seal point himilayan with those beautiful blue eyes that I have missed so much.
Abigail is one year old today and she and Zachary will be breeding any day now. I cannot wait to see what the babies will look like and how many we might have.
Of course I will get the pick of the litter as cats are like potato chips, you can’t have just one.

I will be looking for excellent, inside only, forever homes for these cute little furrie, purrie, babies who require lots of brushing, and lots of love. If you or someone you know wants to share your love and be loved back many times over, Contact me and we will talk about it.

Persians are great family members. They are very loving and are true lap cats and my prices will be very reasonable as the most important thing to me is that they have lots of love with excellent forever homes.
Abigail and Zachary Pierre will have beautiful babies and remember that
Cats are like potato chips, you really can’t have just one.