A Mānoa Girl's Bloggie

Well, there was no question about it. Keola wasn’t going to hiss or growl at Noelani, and she wasn’t going to do the same thing to him. There was no raised fur, only friendliness. I was in awe.

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It was time for Keola and Noelani to meet. We’d been keeping her in the laundry room for quarantine for a few days and to get her used to being somewhere other than the shelter. So we put her in the carrier and brought her into the living room.

Keola walked all around the carrier. There was not a single hiss or growl from either kitty!

Then there was some mutual sniffing.

Then Keola walked around the carrier again. Still not one hiss or growl. It was amazing.

Then he tried to shake hands with Noelani.

And he tried again.

In our next installment, Noelani gets to come out of the carrier. What will happen then? Stay tuned!

Okay, I have a third chapter to this story, and I hope you all will enjoy reading it.

I had a real hard morning on August 23rd, two days after I’d brought Keola home; I had to have an MRI which was pretty stressful, even though it was only on my foot. I am incredibly claustrophobic. Continue reading →

Today’s post is about the kitten that I had to leave at the shelter so she could get spayed. And there is kind of a wonderful story to tell about her, aside from the fact that I got her.

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Remember the song “Goin’ to the Chapel and I’m Gonna Get Married”? Well…

♪ Went to the shelter and I got me a kitty♫ ♪
♪ Went to the shelter and I got me a kitty♫ ♪.
♪ Gee, I really love him and he’s my new kitty …♪
♫ Went to the shelter of love…♪ ♫

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The other day a good friend of mine said she hadn’t seen any new posts lately; I didn’t even know she read my blog. I knew I hadn’t posted recently; my heart hasn’t really been in it since ʻUkulele died. I’ve been having little glimmerings of wanting to update my blog again, and my friend’s words gave me the impetus to begin again.

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Here is a photo of my girl with one of the skeins of yarn that she brought me.

I combined it with a photo of a mokihana lei for my Ravelry ravatar. I thought it would kinda be like the two of us always together.

I miss my girl….

This is a post long time coming. I just haven’t been able to write it because my grief has been too sharp, too deep, too wide, too painful. But now I think I’m ready to do this one. In it, I tell of the presents ʻUkie brought to me during the last weeks of her life. She was so pleased with herself, and every single evening, she’d bring me another prize. It was as if she was saying, “Look, Mom, I have slayed the terrible yarn giants!” She’d meow so proudly and even though she kept getting into my yarn basket, it gave me a smile. Every single time. I put all the yarns she brought me together, knowing that one day I would want a record of it.

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