I guess you could say this blog took a little, um, catnap of sorts. I honestly never thought it would be resurrected, but we're not the type of family who can be without cats (apparently) so the tradition can now live on.
First - a quick catch up of the Farrier Felines. It is with a very sad heart that I have to tell you that Charles (bless his dignified, old soul) and Princess (with all her fantastic fussiness) have passed on to the great kitty hunting ground in the sky. It was not easy to have to leave them behind, and especially knowing we couldn't be with them in their final months. However, we trust that they received lots of love and affection, and were well cared for. They will always, always hold a special place in our hearts and memories, and are very missed.
Nimrod continues to be master of his domain, which now includes over 100 acres of rolling pasture, dense timber, and a busy barn lot. He has made friends with the farm cats, tolerates the dogs who also live on the property, and comes and goes as he pleases. At night, he sleeps inside, but can roam (and pee) wherever he wants. In short, he is living the life of his dreams.
Shane, too, has fared well. His adoptive family dotes on him as well, to the point of putting up with his almost-daily "gifts" of chipmunks, mice, voles, etc. that he brings into the house, sometimes still alive! He has grown even fatter and sassier than he was in the past, and has a new feline friend to whom he is teaching all of his tricks of the trade. He still takes his job of shredding important documents and lying on computers very seriously. It's a big job, but somebody has to do it, after all.
As a family, we moved to Guatemala in July of 2014, and have been here doing mission work ever since. Because of our busy schedules and uncertainty about how long we'd be here, we really were not planning on getting any more pets. Honest. But, you know how it goes.
It all started out with Angel, our parakeet, who was our family's Christmas present in 2014. In fall of 2015 we started having a rodent problem at our house, and our landlady INSISTED that we get a cat to protect the property from damage. It didn't take too much arm twisting, honestly, and she brought a tiny furball we named Ninja to our house one rainy night that October. In March, my husband came home from our rented parking spot with a filthy, flea-ridden, half-starved kitten. It was love at first sight, and Prince joined them family then and there.
As if that wasn't crazy enough, we decided to add one more pet to the mix - a Basset Hound named Chassy. She came to live with us about a week ago. We suspect that the kennel she was in couldn't breed her, and her neurological tic made her undesirable for breeding stock anyway. She's a drooly, lazy mess, but fits in just fine around here.
SO - we thought perhaps it was time for a new generation of Farrier Feline Files to begin. I'm hoping these new cats are able to master the keyboard (as well as the English language - they are native Spanish speakers, after all) in order to be able to carry on the tradition. Guess we'll see what they have to say. For now, it's great to be back!
- Cleaner of the Litterboxes
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