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Cat Man

Saturday, September 12th, 2015

DSCN1000DSCN0999DSCN0998Have you ever noticed that when a guy (or girl) doesn’t want to hold a cat, said cat seems to want to do everything possible to get near that individual. So is the case for my wonderful husband who has some sort of allergy to fleas.

Our two cats, Tony and Norman are just the perfect picks for our family, except the flea thing, which of course is treatable, but you know…dang expensive. Our first kitty came completely flea infested–we bathed him every day until he was old enough to be treated, perhaps that’s what caused the strong bond.

There’s an interesting story on how Tony came to be part of our family.
It was back when AJ would let me put her in the stroller and go for walks the length of which I could decide (an era long gone). I’d dropped Willie off at preschool and for some reason decided to go up the hill towards my parents house, despite knowing that no one would be home. It’s just a nice walk and had been a beautiful day, that Tuesday afternoon in May.

10409771_10154292812535425_1791237982008525763_nAnyway, along the windy pretty much one lane road that would lead toward their street I headed. Before long, as we passed the long succumbed to blackberry bushes apple orchard, across the street under a tree in front of a two story brick house were a cat and several kittens.
A man nearby looked us over as we slowed and said, “Hey there, Miss, you wanna kitten?” I said that I’d come over to look, noticing that AJ had fallen asleep.

The kittens were so cute!! And old enough to go to homes, I estimated them to be about ten weeks old.

home with AJ

home with AJ

It wasn’t hard at all to see that they had mites in their ears, a couple had entirely black inside their ears and quite possibly had worms as well. I asked where the litter had been born. He gestured to behind the house and said, “back there, ma’am, under one of ’em trailers. I rent one of ’em back there.” Pointing to the brick house he continued to explain that, “This ain’t my house.”

Any reasonable person would have gotten up then and thanked the gruff looking kind hearted man for his time and moved along, but I’m not a reasonable person. I’m a person who remembers her mother letting her bring home a mite and flea infested white male kitten who turned out to be the best kitten in the world by my 7 year old standards.

10440959_10154292812665425_7930921237325673505_nI asked this man if he had any way for me to bring a kitten home. His grin got really big and he said, “Sure thing, pretty. I betcha I got a box in the dumpster in the back. Got a minute, wait right there, please.” I did wait.

It’s been over a year. I hope his litter mates are OK. He’s grown into his adorable big paws and is a little too chubby, but such a sweetheart. Our lives just wouldn’t be the same without him. Well worth the price of flea medicine? I think so.

Darren talks about his precious childhood cat living double life expectancy. May our sweet kitties live so long. With good care and plenty of love perhaps they will. Thanks for being part of our family, Tony, this really was meant to be.

Willie hoping we can keep Tony!

Willie hoping we can keep Tony!

I had no kitten supplies at home, as there hadn’t been any plan to acquire a cat at all. It would soon be time to pick up Willie.

10441264_10154292812775425_6645306066461484093_nI quickly got Tony home in the box that the man had given me from his dumpster and when home set up a doggie pen that I had purchased when we got our rabbits, Waldo and Billy Jo back when Deeder and Cath were toddlers.

I then went off to get Willie from preschool telling him that we had to walk over to the feed store for, “some stuff” there we purchased a starter set which included a cat food and water bowl and litter pan. We bought a bag of kitten food and litter and got home as fast as our legs could carry us. The sweet little kitty was sleeping when we got home.

10409026_10154429912930425_4130011533005934104_nWhen AJ woke and the bus arrived with the oldest two Tony was absolutely at home, as if this were the place he’d been born.

We were all just absolutely in love, and worried that Daddy’d say we weren’t ready and that the kitten had to go.

Of course that was far from what happened. When he got home he saw the little guy curled up with really what looked like a sweet smile on those little kitten lips. This was home, and still is.

Norman, however, also here very much forever, was quite planned! I fell in love with her through her picture over Facebook and secretly planned to have her brought to my house. She’s so precious, and adored by our whole family. This post is full of pictures of kitten Tony, starting out with pictures of big cat Tony.

Another day we’ll have pictures of sweetpie Normy and how she came to be our little girl.

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Have any of my readers noticed that the Bible pretty much has something to say about everything under the sun? Even on the subject of loving our animals!

A righteous man cares about his animal’s health,

but even the merciful acts of the wicked are cruel. Pro 12:10

Moral of the story, that in consideration, is that we sure better keep up on taking care of our kitty-cats, bunnies, and … well…we’re still hoping for a dog, and telling the children what a, “big responsibility puppies are.”

Do You Hear Me?

Friday, February 7th, 2014

Jhn 10:27

My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me

Jesus knows and calls his sheep by name

Jesus knows and calls his sheep by name.

Darren and I tell the kids sometimes that they’re our little sheep, actually we haven’t in a while. I’ve more been telling them that they are a team and need to stay together. Never the less, the principle applies. Jesus tells us in scripture that he knows us, and that doesn’t mean he knows us based on the aliases our Earth families gave us. Our Father in Heaven knows us much more personally than that and when in a past post I have talked confidentiality I can think in this realm. Just because I don’t want them to be embarrassed by me I should not limit myself from writing about them; they are more than their name.

In one of my past posts I wrote about calling out my children’s names a number of times, whether I be gathering them to myself; or what I am ashamed to admit is a repeating the request for a task more than twice before I come into the situation to follow through with consequences or whatnot.

thZ9GUT2U8This blog is no longer a child photo journal for a doting mother, as I wish it were. There is a neatened look, my sidebar has been converted into a drop down menu creating a clean text focused look which will draw any visitors attention to my message. I love it and actually spent hours today straightening the lines when really I had access and opportunity to straightening the lines in my physical housework. This is what I needed to do this afternoon, clear my writing mind.

I’d love to have a simple journal in which I talk about my clogged vacuum, or how I learned to darn socks. Oh wait, I don’t repair socks, I throw them away. And I don’t spend extensive amounts of time researching how to unclog my $700 vacuum; I check out the obvious places where the problem may be then write a note to remind myself to have someone else check it out. I might write down the name of whomever ought to look at it.
Interestingly, I don’t consider myself a bad mom or wife for not involving my attention 100% in this. And that because I know someone else who can do what I could not, their name and how to contact them is of concern to me.

This might not seem like such a big thing, but I’m getting there.

What's your name?

What’s your name?

In that fast track bio drop down, would you think it strange if it said Rickie: My Right Hand Man, Cath: Second in line & Self Proclaimed Winner, Willy: 2nd Son and Mommy’s Cuddle Bug, A.J: The House Princess.

Yes, I already wrote about this. If you haven’t read that, click here. It was a satisfying write. When I asked people what they thought the answer wasn’t fulfilling as I resonated on it. “The writing is yours, put it as you like.” That’s always been what I have done. But since the blog entry about my oldest’s learning troubles I really haven’t written again about the children.

Actually, I’m overflowing with talk about children but getting heavy flack for it at home. The joy in writing about my own kids has gone with fear of invading their future privacy.

I love my kids names and want to protect their confidentiality. I don’t want my oldest daghter’s identity to be in jeopardy just for the sake of me having to use that name in a cute story in 2014. I’ve decided that I don’t need her name to show up in bing.com searches. I’ll change my ways from here.

cira 2012

cira 2012


Cath is Carly Annalise Taryn
Willie is Koen William
A.J is Abegayle Joy
Deeds (he can keep his nickname)

Confusing for you who know us?

Go to the Intro page, recognize our faces and figure it out. A little start, to celebrate A.J. turning 2 this month: left to right with Auntie Lydia —A.J, Cath, Deeds, and Willie.

I have always wanted to learn how to darn socks.

The Reece’s Rainbow children’s names are all aliases and this does not stop any of us from loving them as we do across the ocean as is the circumstance.

These children are known by other names in their orphanages, and will receive another once they are home; that does not change who they are. This is an amazing fact! Our names do not make us who we are, it’s our soul and their God.

When she first came home

Wednesday, May 2nd, 2012

We were given two photo albums by Darren’s co-workers and one of those Your Baby by the Month books that’s like a calander with cool little stickies (thanks, GrammaMomma!).

As I take pictures of my new little girl I try to make mental sticky notes on “This one’s a save” or “That one is a sure print out! I’ll never forget that one!” But before I know it they’re off the camera, never finding their way to that printing station at the drug store, much less into a photo frame on the wall. Someone want to help me with that project? It’s not for lack of caring, just for my ever present weakness–low attention span. It’ll happen, the particular favorites will get collected onto a CD and I’ll get them printed out.
Before that, I’ll clean the house, do the laundry, pick it all up again, vacuum over there again, clean this, sweep that up.
Then, I’ll stand up to admire that calendar, only to realize that I never peeled one cute little sticky off to track my baby’s milestones.
Why? Because I was too busy cleaning up after the milestones.

OK. Enough on that. Here are some sweet snaps, it’s my kids.
Diederick, Carly, Koen and Abegayle. Abbie’s nearly one month old in these pictures. You know who else is there? Someone in their hearts who gives them that love you see in their eyes.
I think that’s God’s love. These kids would give anything for each other. It’s magnificent to see them together, and just to be a part of it all.

Even if I’m in my pajamas all day.

Every day I take pictures of the four sitting together, I guess because I’m still waking up to this! God’s given me four kids. And you know what? They’re OK with it. They have a wonderful way of pointing things out, and overlooking other details that I’ve always considered embarrassing.

All in all, hopefully I’m a better person for whatever tricks they’re playing on me. Thanks, God, for giving me these babies!

Carly Says

Thursday, September 1st, 2011

Carly: Mommy don’t do that!
Me: What, honey?
C: Crossing your arms! That makes you baby cry. She says WAAAHHH when you do that! It hurts her bunbun.”

Saturday, and Blogging

Sunday, April 11th, 2010

I’m really a little too sleepy to write, but isn’t that the best time? I’ve decided that I want to write every day so I’m going to at least put something in here to start it all going again.

Our Saturday.

My brothers Mitch and Philip came down from Seattle for a little visit. They stopped in at our house for awhile then took Koen, Carly and I out to my mom and dad’s while Darren had Deeder out shopping for Sunday’s dinner.

Deeder joined us shortly at my mom and dads.
We spent a few hours over there; Deeder got to playing computer games with Seth (hopefully Seth didn’t mind the company), Carly napped after tiring of chasing cats, Koen got to be held by whoever passed through the house. In the midst of this I worked on my dreads.

(I adore seeing my dad hold my babies)

My nice momma made coffee for me while I was busy messing with my head. Thanks for the coffee, Mom. I’m still awake, even though it was only halfcaff. That’s a good thing, since I had a house to clean up and diapers to wash.
The diapers still need to be folded, but that can wait for tomorrow.

Time to sleep.


Blogging is a lot like working out, or organizing; if I procrastinate after supposedly comitting to consistency, yeah…not good.

Blur due to neglected camera lense.