Jeannie Marie & Company

Our cat, Mohawk has just amazed me once again.  He is already known for surviving his early abuse so many times the vet who treated him named him Lazarus due to the many times he came back from the dead the first five months he kept him.  We adopted him when he was six months old and he came to live with us for a very long uneventful period of time. Then a few years ago he surprisingly reared his head and refused to let a stray kitten come to live with us. It was all about Mohawk for awhile.  The stray cat, whom we named Bengal,  was adorable.  It became pretty stressful after we rescued her and brought her back to health.  Mohawk was adamant that Bengal would have to go.  We reluctantly found little Bengal a home and luckily get updates fairly frequently. Last year he again cheated death.  The story is "here" in my blog and I won't repeat the harrowing months he endured due to his perchance for sneaking outside every chance he got.  Y...

"Oh, hello." shared with Wordless Wednesday Blog Paws 

Our happy little feline, Mohawk should be certifiable by now.  It's amazing he is even speaking to us. He didn't much anyway before.  Read and know, you must confine the cat(s) when moving.   He was happy as a clam in Ohio.  Occasionally getting outside and roaming the property.  He could climb the wire fence like a champ when he wished even though it looked quite painful.  He rarely wandered further than the front yard, but occasional forays into the court were not unheard of. On July 30th when we woke up, Mo knew there was something in the wind.  Half the furniture was in a giant truck on the lawn in the front yard and the house was full of echos.  I opened the front door to check the weather, forgetting that the glass door was still propped open as it had been for a few days while we moved furniture onto the truck. He is a sneaky cat and was awaiting his chance. He was out of the door like a shot.  I wasn't worried.  He e...

It was so great to finally get that truck loaded!  After five days of record heat and no air, we had packed and Chris had loaded the lions share.  Every evening Billy came by and loaded some more but Bill and I put all the last minute stuff aboard.  It was finally packed to the gills.  I kept saying...no more!!  We won't fit it all into the new house!  But we kept stuffing, one more thing, one more thing.    Unfortunately I was not able to get this wonderful old architectural column on the truck.  It came from an interesting old house in small New Carlisle, Ohio.  Years ago Bill rolled it to the car and was able to lift this solid cement piece into the trunk of our car.  Bill wanted to try this time now that we had an appliance dolly,  but it was so hot and I felt the rearrangement of the truck contents might be an issue.  The appliance dolly would have made it a piece of cake to move this time, but I didn't want...