As you can see from previous posts, my blog writing has not been a priority for a while. I did good with weekly posts. Then I didn’t. Life has been a little hectic.
I obviously like to write about the process of writing, but I’m also trying to be more transparent and relatable, and write about the other things that comprise my life. So, here is my random post that will hopefully lead to consistency. We’re going to sort of restart things.
Ta-da! Hi, everyone. I’m Jenny, and you’re reading my blog. My full name is Jennifer, but I go by Jenny. My “professional” name is Jennifer.
This is my husband, Bobby. We have been married for four wonderful years.
Do we have kids? No, we do not have children. They would certainly be welcome, but they have not arrived just yet. However, we DO have some pets. We have four animals.
This is Shadow, our first baby. She came to us after being in a home with 17 other kittens. Understandably, she was a bit lonely at first. She wanted our attention AT ALL TIMES. When our next cat arrived, she got all the company she wanted. Shadow is now our stand offish kitty. She wants attention on her terms, and ONLY her terms. She will grace us with her presence, but it’s her choice. She does not like being picked up. She does meow when she wants us to rub her. Every morning, she demands to be pet as Bobby is putting on his socks. She’s a weird kitty, but we love her.
This is Mario. When we got Shadow, Bobby wanted a tabby cat. But the house we went to in order to claim our kitten did not have any tabby cats that had not been claimed. We wound up with Shadow, but Bobby still wanted a tabby cat.
Three weeks after getting Shadow, I woke up to a cat meowing. I was startled, thinking Shadow was hurt. But, no, she was curled up and asleep on my shoulder. Just as I was about to dismiss it altogether, Bobby woke up, asking about Shadow. He had heard it, too. We both got up at 4am and walked outside to investigate the sound.
A tiny kitten that may not have been old enough to leave his mama was underneath our bedroom window, meowing for help. We took him inside. That afternoon, we walked to all the neighbors in a good walking area, asking if they had lost a kitten. They had not. We originally thought the kitten was lost. But when no one claimed him, we realized he had been abandoned. Our house is right by a road, and someone had nothing better to do in the middle of the night then abandon a cat. So, we kept the kitty that we eventually named Mario (once we figured out he was a boy).
Mario is an apt name, for he is the one that is forever jumping where he should not, and always the one on an adventure of some kind. I will have more posts dedicated to Mario’s stories, I’m sure.
Next, we have Pepper. Though she is now two years old, she’s still our puppy. When Bobby and I got married, I had an outside dog named Starla. She was a wonderful, caring dog. My great protector. The only way I could have a dog at the time was for her to live outside. By the time I got married and moved, Starla had lived outside for ten years. There was no point in changing that dynamic.
Starla passed away at the ripe old age of 13. She was very much loved by our family, and her absence was apparent immediately. Bobby and I decided that when we got another dog, it would not live outside as Starla had. I originally intended for the dog to only be outside when we were away at work. But my husband had other ideas.
This is Pepper. She lives inside with us. She has a crate filled with various things she has chewed up. These are her soft things to lay on/root under when she is inside. Pepper is a border collie. She is incredibly smart – mostly. She can only open the bedroom door from the outside, and has yet to figure out why hitting the door when she is inside the bedroom slams it shut.
Pepper is a bundle of energy. She loves to run and she loves chewing. She also dearly loves our cats. Shadow is not thrilled with her attention. Recently, Shadow finally communicated to Pepper that she doesn’t want to play all the time. Pepper has kept a wide berth since that unfortunate meeting with Shadow’s claws.
After we got Pepper, nearly a year after Starla’s passing, we were done collecting animals. We were full on fur babies. Life was good.
Bobby and I came home after a dinner with my family on my mother’s birthday. Bobby heard something nearby. We followed the sound to the trees on the abandoned lot beside us. We spotted a tiny orange kitten, meowing incessantly. We also saw something else that first night – there was a large area on the kitten’s tail that had no fur. That first night, it was bright red. We knew it needed help.
We spent the next few days contacting various people about the injured kitten while also trying to catch it. I finally heard from animal control that since it was not on our property, they needed permission from the owner of the lot before proceeding.
Three days after first spotting the kitten, after three nights of trying to coax it toward us, Bobby spotted the kitten sitting out in the open on the lot. I came over and sat down, waiting for Bobby to join us. The kitten didn’t run away. I was able to get close enough to grab the kitty. We rushed him inside and called our vet.
When we got to the appointment, we explained that we didn’t have a ton of money, but we had a stray kitten that was hurt. They basically gave us a flat fee for the visit and gave us medicine that had been donated. The vet told us the tail had to be amputated. By the time we got to him, the injured part of the tail was black. We asked about how to do that, since we had no money. The vet told us that their sister clinic, where she would be working on Monday, had a charity fund. It could be used for the surgery. She also suggested asking for donations online. I was part of a local pets group. I posted pictures, asking for help. We received donations to us and to the vet’s office where the surgery took place. We took the kitten in for surgery on Monday, and walked out without paying a dime.
That first vet visit, the techs had to take his temperature. The tiny little kitten that hadn’t eaten well, had likely lost his family, and may have been intentionally injured started meowing, then growling. When that didn’t stop the techs from moving the thermometer, the kitten growled louder. He let loose a full blown growl worthy of a grown cat. Everyone in the room laughed. When our vet came in, she said, “I heard this kitty should be called Simba, because of his growl.” We laughed. But she had picked the correct name.
The shelter was full when we got Simba some help. By the time he had recovered from his surgery, we had fallen in love with the kitty, and we kept him. Simba is a bundle of boundless energy. His best friend is Pepper. When we chide Pepper for playing too rough with the kitten, Simba will intentionally do things to make her start playing again. He loves it.
So, that’s my family.
While this post has been long enough, I would also like to point out one reason that I haven’t had a blog entry in a while. I’ve been very, very busy. I usually churn out one book a year. Last year, I made the decision to bring four stories out. Two novels, and two novellas.
All are available on Amazon, and you should check them out here!