Thursday, January 22, 2009

I love...

My Harley Girl

Well, I feel as if I should give equal time to my wild woman. From the first day she came into my life, she has been a wild one and extremely entertaining. She is so animated with the way she begs for treats, lizards or anything else she wants. Harley has been such a joy since the first day she came into our lives. She healed my broken heart just a month after losing my precious Muffin of 14 years. It was love at first sight and I am so glad she is here. She is a little too aggressive for K.C. on some occasions, but Harley has mothered K.C. since the first day.
I want to share a few pictures of my Harley girl. Some were taken this past Christmas when she decided to strike various poses inside an empty shirt box. Enjoy!

My Little Shadow

Best Buds!!!

I have two cats who are dear to me, but one follows me from room to room like a little dog. I guess I have babied K.C. more in the past year due to the fact she has been so sick with fevers, excessive drooling, loss of appetite, etc. Then in May, we found out she has Feline Leukemia and probably was born with this horrible disease. After coming to grips and shedding many tears, I have learn how to care for her on the good AND bad days. I guess I treat K.C. a little more special than Harley due to her special needs. Now don't get me wrong, I love Harley so much and she came into my life after the loss of my precious Muffin in 2005. Harley healed my heart in so many ways and gave me the courage to love a pet again without fear of the horrendous heartbreak of losing one.
But after about a year, I could tell Harley needed a playmate. K.C. (short for Kitty Cat) was found by our neighbor on the local golf course. He brought her home, but really did not have the time for her. So K.C. started showing up at our house, looking through our windows, running into the garage to our back door just looking for attention. Then I let her come in a few times and Harley loved playing with her. I called my neighbor and he agreed (after some persuading) to let us have K.C. Little did we know how sick this precious girl would become. The vet gave up on her in September telling us she was so anemic, she could go to sleep one night and not wake up. Well, she is still going and I truly believe she thinks I am her Momma. On the good days, she follows me from room to room earning the nickname of "My Shadow". I don't want to think about what may happen one day, but rather enjoy every day I am blessed with her presence. Thank you, God, for allowing me another day with my precious K.C. aka Katie K or Katie girl.