OJ is three years old, weighs twenty pounds but not over weight, has long silky hair, golden eyes, and makes me laugh every day. I call him my COG – a cat that thinks he’s a dog. The most unusual cat I have ever had the pleasure to know. He acts so different from my other five cats, or any other one I have ever had.
OJ was found living under one of the sheds on my property. Probably had not been there long. He appeared to be about four months old, very thin, ill, and had two large open wounds on his head and neck. Looked like he had been mauled by a tom cat. OJ was very frightened but, after a couple of days he allowed me to pick him up.
After a trip to the vet, his wounds required daily cleaning, medicating, and bandaging. Of course this treatment required long periods in my lap, and included cuddling and snuggling. OJ must have decided I was his mother because to this day he does not much like to be away from me.
If I go to another room he follows. If I left an area without his notice he will meow, like he is calling me. When I speak to him he comes running to where I am. If I’m sitting down and pat my lap, he leaps up and goes to sleep.
If I go outside to work I say, “come on, let’s go to the garden”. OJ jumps up and runs outside. While I’m working in the flower beds he wanders off somewhere on the property. But, when I call he comes running fast, like a dog will.
If he has been naughty I point and tell him to go to his bed. He does. Often turning his back on me like I’m the one being punished instead of him.
When I get ready to leave home he is shown my car keys, then he goes and lays in his bed. He seems to know I will be gone, and apparently that is ok. As soon as I come home he runs to greet me, meowing all the while until I speak to him.
One of the other five cats, Nick, is a five-year old male. He and OJ cannot be in the same area together. Both have been neutered but, still they are territorial males and want to be dominant. They must be kept separated. Unfortunately, OJ makes four of Nick and, the rare times they accidentally got together poor little Nick always got the short end of the stick.
At night OJ sleeps in his own private, heated shed. He gets his dinner in the shed, has his pick of several beds, water, and a litter box. About five o’clock each night he comes and seems to tell me it’s time for his dinner and bed. If ignored he keep meowing and running to the door, as if to say, “come on, I’m hungry, want to eat and go to bed.” He seems to require the “alone” time. This winter, a few nights when the temperatures dropped below 10 degrees the shed heater couldn’t maintain the heat. OJ slept in the house, but wasn’t happy, was very restless, and wanted to go to “his shed”.
OJ is a very entertaining cat. He is a joy to be with every day and I look forward to what ever un-cat like action he does next.
Today took a walk around my yard looking at the sad flower beds. Spike helped by digging holes. Guess he was checking to see if the soil was ready to work. Not yet – too soggy.
Spike is age 21, somewhat healthy, energetic, very regal and definitely the patriarch of my brood of six cats.
I’m anxious for March when a few warm days will arrive in our area. Then leaf mulch will be removed from flower beds, soil turned, compost added with a very light sprinkling of organic fertilizer, and plants moved as desired. This year that means removing and discarding old, worn out plants. Particularly those that were neglected and died over the last few years. After this activity the beds will percolate for a few more weeks, waiting for Spring.
The roses currently in the yard will be pulled and many discarded. A few, with proper pruning, may be saved. I love roses. I love their colors, perfume, and particularly the climbing varieties. Unfortunately in our humid summer temperatures black spot is a problem. In the past I have tried a number of treatments but none were really successful. The plants, always beautiful in late Spring, look so sad later with only a few flowers and stripped of all the leaves. Still, I will keep trying with new plants.
Today I noted hundreds of daffodils have poked their heads above ground. A few even have tiny flower buds. And, there is one lone crocus in full bloom. What a delight! Other plants are preparing to awaken, even though several more weeks of frost and/or snow are expected.
The tiny leaf tips of Day lillies appear in great numbers in many beds and the many Iris are putting forth new leaves. The Heucherrlla, which were visable all winter, are beginning to look more perky. The tiny round nubbins of sedum look so cute against the dark earth. Even the Clematis shows sign of life. Leaf buds poking out between last season’s dried stalks. I didn’t dig Dahlia tubers the last few years and sadly, they all appear to have frozen. I hope the Cannas fared better.
Well, my mood is so much uplifted after the garden walk. All of the signs of new growth in the garden give me a feeling of joy and anticipation for the season ahead. I have an overwhelming sense of hope!
That is all for now. Take care, enjoy life, and have some fun!
Have been away quite a while dealing with medical issues, the death of my husband, and other personal challenges. I sincerely apologize to everyone who sent comments to me. I was remiss in acknowledging or thanking you for your ideas, suggestions, etc. and for that I am sorry. Hope to do better in the future.
Looking forward to Spring and the joy of gardening. The first major project will be to dig up the old bulbs, perennials, small shrubs and just about everything else. The flower beds were neglected the last couple of years and must be totally refurbished.
The vegetable garden is also a ruin. It will mostly be eliminated, leaving one small area for a couple tomato plants and a few new herbs. Thinking of planting roses, although have had little luck with them in the past.
All this digging sounds like hard work, but good exercise. Ouch! That is ok. I’m good for about two hours work each day. At that rate, everything should be done by autumn.
By the way, anyone know of someone, some organization, or school that could use gardening books? I have many more than needed – like 100 +! Since I started gardening (about 40 years ago) I collected as many books as I could afford. Now that my gardening days are winding down it would be great to donate the books to interested folks who would appreciate them and put them to use. The books cover all gardening subjects – greenhouses, propagating plants, plant diseases, perennials, bulbs, annuals, shrubs – you name it, there is sure to be at least one book on the subject. Some of the volumes could be collector finds, they are that old. Happy to pass them on.
The second project for this year will be to replace steps to the back deck. My husband purchased the boards before he died. Just have to remove the old steps, cut the new boards to size and screw them down. How hard can that be? Piece of cake, right? Hey, how do you turn on an electric saw? Do they have a button, switch, what? Just kidding! It will all work out.
That is all for this day. Be sure to check out my new blog, Cherries and Lemons: The World Today. One subject will be genealogy. I have 25 years experience in genealogical research and the author of three family history books. Perhaps I can answer questions you may have about tracking your ancestors.
Take care, enjoy life, and have some fun!