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Here, Kitty, Kitty 1

13 Aug

My Take

DiVoran Lites


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A week ago last Monday, we had to take our 16-year-old, and much-beloved cat, Jasmine, to the vet for euthanasia. She had been terribly ill and although the vet told us she was terminal, we tried everything we could think of to pull her through. We prayed for her comfort and to receive wisdom for ourselves. The vet was right, however, Jasmine’s little body just couldn’t overcome the kidney disease that was ravaging her. We were so sad. She was a sweet and loving kitty and lots of fun to be with. Last fall, when I had a serious operation she spent most of her time sleeping on the bed with me. One of my friends said she guessed that Jasmine felt it was her life’s job to take care of us.

After our kitty was gone, the only thing that pulled us out of the doldrums was to begin planning for another cat. At the time the whole thing seemed complicated and scary, but the thought also gave me joy. Somehow I just knew it was something Jasmine would want for us.

On Tuesday we went to the SPCA Adoption Center so I could meet Catalina, one of the young cats I’d seen online. The kittens were playing in a room of their own, so we went in there first.


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Beautiful Catalina was sitting like a queen watching her subjects. She was four months old and much bigger than the rest. I picked her up, but she didn’t purr. Right away she wanted down. She was ready to get into the play-fray, and my stars and garters, she had so much energy I could hardly even think of trying to entertain her alone. I’m a snuggle/cuddle kind of pet mama and am not good at cat games.

At the shelter, I saw a kitten that looked so much like Jasmine I wanted to pick her up and hug her. Immediately I steeled myself to ignore her. Someone might say it was foolish to adopt a cat that only reminded me of different cat. Obviously, caring what other people think is a hard habit to break.


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We requested a guide and a lovely young woman showed us around and told us some of the newest research on kittens and cats. One thing she said was that their true personalities didn’t show until they were several months old. She said that studies have shown that kittens can’t always be counted on to stay as affectionate as they may seem when small. She also said that if you’re going to get kittens you’ll need two so they can play together. That certainly made sense! Two kittens focus on and entertain each other while one can be emotionally closer to a human.

“It will be twice as much trouble,” said Bill. But, I had the perfect comeback (from online)…

“Twice the fun,” I shot back at him. Bill folded like a Japanese fan, but we decided to wait awhile to decide and left the facility.

On Saturday, we had a conversation with a dear relative who is connected with the Sheriff’s Animal Shelter. He says they have plenty of kittens down there and it’s only about a 45-minutedrive. Over the week as I thought about getting two kittens my anxiety grew, but I thought it was only excitement. As we went along I began to wonderif I wanted to commit to taking care of two tiny, fragile kittens and training them for the rest of our lives.

We’ve decided to keep praying and keep looking. I gave the idea of a new companion to the Lord. For me, relinquishment is a necessary step when I want something. Then if it doesn’t come I know it’s not in God’s plan for me and if it does come I know I’m not on my own with it.

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Author, Poet and Artist

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

Kitten Bath

1 Jun

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Our small kitten, Muffy
Sat, busy, in her place
Licking both her front paws
And cleaning off her face.

She didn’t take a bath
The way we people do;
But stayed as shiny clean
As most folks try to do.

She licks with her rough, pink tongue,
Runs it over her soft fur.
It makes her fell so perky
That she starts right in to purr.



20 Jun

From My Heart

Louise Gibson

author of Window Wonders




Love is such a great motivator-
It is amazing what it leads us to do.
We rise up to defend the helpless,
in spite of the danger in view.


I want to share a story with you
that truly touched my heart.
Such love in action was newsworthy,
heart rendering from the start.


Overnight, a scrawny New York City feline
went from anonymous to international fame.
The transformation happened in a “flash”..
A flash of fire gave Scarlett her name.


Her story:


The Cat Who Became An Action Hero


The saga began in 1996, when a blaze consumed an

East New York garage.  As the battle against the fire

wound down, firefighters noticed three four-week old

kittens huddled near the building’s front door crying in fear.

Across the street sat two more.  A badly burned calico female

paced nervously between the two groups.


It didn’t take long for firefighter Davfid Gianellii to figure out what had

happened. Gianellii, whose soft spot for pets earned him the nickname

“the animal guy” in  East New York’s Ladder Company 75, guessed that

during the fire, the mother cat had dashed repeatedly into the blaze

to rescue her kittens. Now she was in the process, in spite of her severe

injuries, of moving them to a new hiding place.


The firefighter scooped up the mother and babies and took them

to the North Shore Animal League.  The staff, sensing a chance

for a little publicity, told the story to a local TV station.  The agency got

more than a little publicity. Everyone from CNN to the BBC picked up the

tale, and soon people from as far away as Cairo and Japan were

writing and phoning the shelter.


The mother was named Scarlett because of the vivid color of her burns.

Sadly, one of the kittens died of an infection.  But the other four made strong

recoveries.  As the family convalesced together, thousands of adoption

offers flooded in from around the world.  Finally, two kittens named

Samsara and Tanuki were given to a Port Washington family; the other

two, Cinders and Oreo found their way to Hampton Bay, New York.


Heroic Scarlett found a home with the Wellon family in Brooklyn.  Her

scars healed and the only remaining signs of her travails were her

rather poor vision and the amputated tips of her ears.  Her new owners

have also helped heal any emotional scars. “She’s a total love machine”

a family member told the New York Times. The former scrawny stray

is also, apparently, an eating machine. After her rescue she ballooned to

seventeen  pounds quite a change from her days as an action hero.



21 Apr


 Judy Wills



 I have always loved animals.  And I had the best of both worlds – we had cats in my house, and my Aunt Jessie and Granny had dogs.  Jessie and Granny lived only about 10 minutes away from our house, so we were over there often, and they were at our house often.  While we didn’t take our cats with us when we visited them, they usually brought the dog(s) with them when they came to visit us.  And the animals got along together surprisingly well.

 Daddy grew up on a farm, one of 13 children, and I suppose there were cats and dogs on that farm, but I’m sure they were “outside” animals.  Consequently, he was rather opposed to our having an inside animal.  But I was just so attached to any stray that I could find – I even remember taking a stray kitten I had found into a church meeting with me!  I think that’s what convinced Mother to convince Daddy to let me get a cat of my own.  Especially since I contracted ring worm from one of the strays I found!

And so, we found ourselves at the home of a church family whose cat had recently had a litter of kittens.  We finally picked one out that we thought would be a good fit for us.  When we got him home, we began the course of naming him.  He was mostly white, with large black spots on him.  But he had black “tips” on the tips of his ears, and so we named him Tippy.

He was a good little cat, and I no longer picked up the strays.  He was not necessarily a full-time indoor cat – he was outside quite a bit.  And so, one day he just didn’t come home.  We were all devastated!  After a few weeks, we went to another house where the cat had recently given birth to a litter, and I was allowed to pick out another kitten.  These kittens were long-haired, and really beautiful.  We picked out one that was part dark tabby on his back and hind quarters, with a large white area in shoulders, chest and paws.  His head and ears were mostly dark, with a white face.  And so, we named him Boots, aka Bootsie.





We really loved that cat.  And Daddy, who was opposed to the whole idea of an inside pet, found that cat in his lap more often than not, and seemed to thoroughly enjoy it!  At least, we found him petting Boots, quite absently.

I don’t remember exactly how long we had Boots when – much to our surprise – Tippy came home!  A bit worse for the wear, but he seemed to want to stay close to home now.  So we went from no cats – to TWO!!  They seemed to get along together quite well, and even romped and chased each other through the house.  As quiet as cats are, they sounded like a herd of elephants sometimes!




And then, one day, we came home to find that Tippy had been hit by a car and killed.  I don’t remember that Boots moped, but that he grew to be just our one and only cat.  He lived to a ripe old age of 13.





Mother said that she entered him in a cat show once, but would never do it again.  He won a pretty good prize, but she said that, as she approached his cage and spoke to him, he looked up at her and immediately walked over to his food and water and began eating.  The officials at the show said he had refused to eat or drink before that.  So Mother decided it was just too much to put him through again.

Occasionally, when he was outside, he would stalk birds in the trees in the back yard.  If he caught one, he would wound it, then bring it to the back door of the house and just yowl his head off until one of us came to the door and praise him for being such a good hunter.  Then he would kill and eat the bird.




He also caught the one and only mouse that got into our house.  We really enjoyed him.  We were blessed to have him as long as we did.





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