One Little Word

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So, I didn’t think I could come up with only one (1) word to concentrate on for a whole year, but I realized that I had already come up with one when I decided to buy NO (as in NONE) art & craft supplies unless it is something that I have used up and need to replace it. I have so many supplies, my stash has a stash…

The word is USE. I am going to use the things I have purchased, use the information I have collected, and use the inspiration I have been squandering.

Not bad, I say.

St Patricks Day

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St Patricks Day

On the right: Lyrics to “Paddy Murphy”…an Irish drinking song my Father used to sing to me.

He’s a ham…

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Oh! To be as limber as he is!
Oh! To be as limber as he is!
The little chick was his first toy...he still has it, even though it looks like a worn tennis ball now.
The little chick was his first toy…he still has it, even though it looks like a worn tennis ball now.
His nickname is “Handsome” and he knows it.
The view is different from the top of the cat tree...
The view is different from the top of the cat tree…


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Horatio is the oldest of my cats, but at nearly 8 years old, he’s plenty spry. He’s handsome and he knows it. Just look at him! He is friendly to EVERYONE and dearly loves to try to go outside.

On February 23, 2007, I received a phone call from my oldest brother, Danny, who only lived about a 1/2 mile away from me. In his words, “You gotta come check out this cat.” So I drove over and met H.

He had been limping around my brother’s apartment complex on three paws, his left front paw paining him somehow. The rumor was that the crazy lady in the apartment across the way had slammed a door on his paw.
It being a Saturday, I took him to the emergancy vet hospital and paid a pretty penny for him to get checked out. The vet gave me antibiotics for him, told me it looked like his paw had been bitten by another cat or a small dog, checked his teeth and guessed that H was approx. 1 or 2 years old, and that he had been fixed.  I took Horatio home and he has been living in the lap of luxury since that day.
His full name is Horatio Bruce Caine. He is named after the character played by David Caruso on CSI Miami. My H is also a redheaded overactor. “Bruce” comes from a friend of my brother’s, whose personality mirrors Horatio’s.

He comes to greet me when I walk in the door, is curious about EVERYTHING (seriously, If I open a closet, he’s the first to check it out), and my life is richer by far for his presence in it…


In my next post, I will introduce y’all to Emily.