Our 2 sons are my biggest helpers. They will do anything! Of course they are 40-something and 50-something. My poor husband doesn't like to get dirty! If it wasn't for Mike and John this place would look like ----- I don't think Dave would allow what I really want to say...
It's just me. My DH will help dig out a new garden but after that it's just me doing the planning, planting, watering, weeding and such. He does let me know when he really likes a plant... "plant more of those flowers on a stick" other wise known as Delphiniums.
they must have been triplets then...:) My best assistant is my 3 yo granddaughter. She loves helping Nana water...pic is with her very own plant that she planted the seeds and watered and took care of herself.
No, no, there were four of them! DH will sometimes help water the pots out front and has helped to set up my garden area, but beyond that, I'm on my own! Can barely get him out to look at the flowers, although he does like flowers. Bless his heart, though, he was the one who insisted on getting me a greenhouse, so I think I'll keep him. :-)
Sometimes I can "suggest" some work to my DH, but I'm definitely the Boss on this yard site.
If I REALLY can't do something major or heavy, I call on him to do it, but there's little I can't do - planting, watering, weeding, building structures, pruning trees, etc.
I've even been on our roof (flat) to get tree branches off it LOL
My DH loves to be outside in the yard. Usually he does his own thing (mowing, pruning, chipping) but anything I ask him to do, he's on it. He spent all this weekend fixing a broken pipe in the front potager so we can install drip irrigation. We may actually pay someone to come in and do the irrigation, but if not, he'll be right out there doing it all.
He also has more of a green thumb than I do. If I really like a plant and want it to live, I have him plant it. I've decided there's something about my skin chemistry that kills a plant as I plant it. :)
My grand daughter Emily (9) is my right hand. She loves to garden and has her own (at my place) with peonies, sedum, Russian sage, Zinnias, and 3 hosta varieties plus a 10' by 16' everbearing strawbery garden. She now has "drafted" me to help her landscape and place gardens at her folks new house.
My wife doesn't have the gardening "bug" but helps me by giving color suggestions and by reviewing what I have done. She also supplies the much appreciated "praise" when I have completed a project.
DH is the chief hole digger, rock carrier, and lawn mower. He assists with major irrigation projects and loves to tinker with the irrigation controller, which I find rather tedious. I'm in charge of flowers, veggies, and trees. DH's been on crutches all spring so there hasn't been much hole digging or rock moving lately, though we did bring home some very nice volcanic rock from our camping trip this weekend. I almost have enough for that new patio now ;)
My dogs help dig the holes (usually in places I don't want) and my Wolfgang has transplanted some small pine saplings for me (without asking.. he just dug 'em up and drug 'em over to me as he'd seen me plant them about 2 hours earlier.. I guess he thought that people bury trees like dogs bury bones?). He's also great at picking out the best smelling flowers at the nurseries and is more than willing to go with me to any nursery that I want! Which is more than I can say for my DH!! (Wolfgang is the golden on the right.. on the left is Sebastian.)
Well I voted 'me, myself and I'
But I do have a couple of kids ( I call them my Time Share Kids ) that come over. Mostly they like to 'PICK" , but that's OK and one will even help me pull weeds, He showed me what 'Sour Grass' is. I love my garden, the Sunflowers are above the roof, How High Can You Go ??
My SO mows the yard when I whine enough about the weeds, but that's all. The dogs keep me company when I work in the back yard. They love to be outside when I am out there, but all they do is hunt, sun themselves, and stroll around checking out everything. I guess they consider their company to be enough help--"what more could you ask for, Ma?" Anyway, in spite of being terriers, they don't help by digging, for which I am grateful. So I voted me, myself and I.
My chickens are my biggest helpers. They keep the bug population down. Although, they are my biggest hindrance as well. They sure do love to scratch and sometimes my plants suffer the wrath of chicken claws.
My hubby loves to prepare beds and water, but planting is my duty which works out perfect for us. He loves "his lawn" and takes care of that, as I find that particular plant slightly boring but necessary. lol. i'm in charge of planning and he will execute all tasks that need more muscle than I've got. " can you move that oak barrel with a tree over there? oh no how bout over there..." he's very understanding and only gets frustrated with me sometimes.lol
Hey Digger - youse can calls me Susan :-)
seriously though - my DH used to be a roofer, and I would get up on a 2 1/2 storey house, and help his do the "capping" of the shingles at the tippy-top. Picture this - me, having gotten up "ladder 1", moving across the scafold to "ladder 2", then across another scaffold to "6' ladder 3"...then straddling the roof and using a nail gun to affix the shingles. THEN, ladder 3 fell down, and I'm left straddling - at 1am Sunday morning, when it's Pitch Black out and my DH telling me to slide down and lower myself to "ladder 2" HA!! He had to stand on the top of the scaffold and lower me down - no other way I was going to do this when it was so dark I couldn't see anything below. Thing was - I could see at the top where I was, cuz there were steet lights, but the side I had to go down was on the dark side... yikers!!
That was the end of my helping DH doing roofing.
Anyhoooooooo now that he knows I am basically fearless on the ground, or at least on a 10' ladder lol, he lets me do everything until I ask for help...
It's tough being an independant woman sometimes LOL
Yeh , my dh told me yesterday , he liked it because I was independent . Wonder if that's because I seldom ask him for help ? I think men mess stuff up so you don't ask them to do it again .rof,lmao . I'm so old now , I can get up a ladder ok , it's getting back down . My knees don't want to bend that much . Why don't they make a ladder with 5" rungs ? I know I'm not the only one out there .
I think I would have just napped 'till morning up on that roof , straddling it of course .
Anyone is welcome to call me sally . D
I liv e in Victoria Australia, Two years ago I lost my eldest of seven, daughter Jenny to cancer. Everything I found was a learning curve. youngest daughter had a baby at 38 and now is expecting a second. Little Miss 3 in October loves cooking. Her best effort is date scones. She calls it rolling up as she rubs butter into flour. The milk and egg goes on woosh in bowl over bowl and on table. She giggles and says doesn't matter we clean it after and proceeds to finish her scones. We make them a little wetter than normal and place in muffin tins which works so well. She is not a replacement for lost one, but boy does she keep my mind busy with lots fun and laughter. Cooking is my delight. Her mother who is now a qualified chef cooked at 14, I cooked at same age littley at 2 years 6 months is going to be a terrific cook. She actually looks at recipe book pics and decides what nest to cook
Like Ivory soap, I am the gardener 99 and 44/100ths of the time. I am a do it now while I am thinking about it and DH is an I'm thinking about it. Of course that doesn't stop him from wandering by and saying things like, "You need to deadhead the roses." or "Did you get around to picking any tomatoes?" When I suggest he do it himself, he says he has a bone in his arm and as soon as that gets better he'll get around to it. I knew I should never have shown him how to use the tiller to dig holes...but, he does cut the grass and do the weed-whacking and edging. His favorite thing is spraying Round-up...something I seriously limit for the sake of my plants.
As long as you're careful not to hit your plants, Round Up is the safest weed killing chemical you can use. (environmentally) It is virtually non-toxic. It blocks one leg of photo synthesis, simply makes the plant think it's not getting sunlight.
My DH is my biggest helper. He moves my heavier pots when I want them moved, takes down the hanging baskets, that I can't reach because I'm short, when I need to deadhead them, and he pulls weeds from the graveled areas. He also keeps the birdfeeders filled. However, I'm still waiting for him to fix the drip system in the front yard. He and his friend mangled several of the 1/4" tubing lines that go into my potted plants, because they were careless with the lawnmower and weedwhacker. So I have been having to water those containers by hand. He really hates to mow the grass (which is bermuda grass...we can't seem to get rid of it), so he waits until I start nagging about the weeds taking over everything. I do everything else - the planning, the planting, the fertilizing, the daily maintenance, and the watering.
Our DS likes doing the hardscape. He has built me several large redwood planter boxes, so that I could plant shrubs, and a redwood box with a lid to hold some of my gardening supplies. He has also laid pavers in the areas I wanted paved.
The two of them together built me a little greenhouse lean-to last fall, so that some of my more tender plants would survive the winter.
Either this fall, or early next spring, they both will be busy digging out the bermuda grass and weeds in the front yard and building me some raised beds for a veggie garden and a cutting garden. Then I will have them put in some gravel or pavers in between the raised beds to help keep the weeds down. (Ha! They don't know it yet, though!) I intend on keeping them busy, busy busy!!!
ME I LUV ME I sing and dance and muck about with seedlings and plantings and I totally understand me assisting in red satin pjs. I have to give a very close second and a HUGE speech about my true luv though cuz I have a bad back and although he is not a gardener he will dig out clay and grass and turn the compost and I would be in dire straits without him. Third place goes to the crazy ole cat who helps by flattening the cat mint and reports on the bird and bug population on a minutely basis which is important methinks.
My furry friends (2 dogs and 2 cats) keep me company in the garden, which is help enough. Although my mastiff plants herself in front of my watering hose on a hot day for a squirt-down, or she chases the stream of water stepping on plants along the way. Ah well, she is the biggest 'flower' in the garden!
My DH will dig a hole if I ask, but he considers all non- edible plants useless. Yes, he likes to look at them, and admires the pretty flowers, but he'll walk right past a dry droopy plant and not notice it. That said, at least he indulges me in my hobby (OK, obsession!)
Dahlianut - you are Soooooooooooo Funny! :-)
btw - I've been telling people about my new Dahlias - one said she thought they only came in one size - Tall. Now, after talking to you and getting some from you (Thank You!), I can talk a Bit knowledgeably about the (at least?) 3 different sizes and uses (border, mid & background).
Thanks so much for the lovely dahlias... they're starting to bloom very well, and ever so pretty. You've converted me!
Oh I agree - grandchildren!! Should we ever forget for even the briefest of moments the beauty God blesses us with - not just visually but the perfume of all perfumes... Just look to a little one "working" along side of you...watch their face as they bury their nose into a bloom you've held out to them...and listen as only a toddler can say: "ahhhh Yum-mee"
While I do the bulk of the work, I do have occasional helpers. My nephews , 3 1/2 and 5, like to use the push mower while I weed. They also have a hole they've been digging. I have no idea what it's for or why they picked that spot but they sure work hard at it. The dog likes to eat the echinaceas (free style pinching). In between snacks and overseeing my work, she naps in the daylily bed.
My DH is as addicted to gardening as I am, so we work together. He loves tomatoes and plumerias. I love daylilies and tropical foliage. He has a horticultural background. I have a farming background. He puts his stuff in containers and I put my stuff in the ground. He does all the chemies and I do the composting. All in all we manage some tomatoes and flowers every year. LOL
The only way to get something done right is to do it yourself. Me, myself & I - us. At the nursery I work at we work as a department but I still find the only way to get it done is to stay overtime and get it done properly.
Oh, oh, I lied! I said I'm the only helper I've got, then got to thinking about who put together the raised garden forms, who brought in the extra dirt and mulch, and who bought the plants... my dear hubby. He gets very interested in the garden in the early spring, then loses interest in June. I guess this works out O.K. because I'm still in school teaching my brains out in May, so it's good he gets a head start!!! But if I leave for any extended period during the summer months, I tremble wondering what condition the garden will be in when I get back!!
I’s always keeping an eye out in the garden for both good and bad things going on. Me & Myself are at the ready.
I saw the return of a Trumpet vines along a 10ft underground runner that refused to die after the mother plant was pulled. Me & Myself dug down deep to find the 3 inch round root, digging and cutting only to find that it kept breaking into pieces. I immediately got the Round-Up and began applying it to all exposed roots. Me & Myself then covered up the hole up with soil again. I noticed there were other volunteers popping up and cut the new plants down and applied Round-Up to them. Me helps Myself to a nice cold beer after that ordeal. I realized that the ice cold bottle of beer needed to be in a chilled glass from the freezer.
If I only had a spouse that was interested in helping. It is so hard to do anything in this forsaken land. But I do have a sense of satisfaction and it takes my frustrations out and exhausts me, so it is fine most of the time. We hired someone to haul stuff off today for the first time, since we had a few obstacles in the way of my efforts to landscape.
If I was really honest about it, Me, Myself, and I really do all the gardening. I love it when my kids get involved, though. Each year, they choose and plant some flowers themselves, which they carefully nurture throughout the summer. I never know what their newest obsession will be. Lately they've been into roses and clematis, which suits me fine! Not what you might expect from two boys, 7 and 10, but they know what looks great!
The veggie garden is mine, all mine, from start to finish. DH helps mow, but that's about it. I sure wish I could get him more involved! Especially where digging up new beds is concerned. . .gets a bit tedious when I have to do it all by myself. LOL
I am the head of a Staff of one. I do all of it, including the lawn. I wish I had help here, but zero interest means zero help, other than harvesting Tomatoes, Blueberries & Cherries. The bright side to this is I make all the decisions about the design work & what to plant.
I, too, am assisted by Me, Myself, and I, but I do get my face licked by my sweet dog, Raja. Luckily she just sits by my side and licks my fevered brow. DH doesn't care for dirt. Has only recently started eating vegetables. I explained that vegetables that are cooked contain no harmful bacteria and he has hesitantly begun to consume them.
I fired me last week, so I had to look for a new job. I hired me this week for intense website programming, but I think I'm going to fire me in a few days and go back to my old boss - me, and try to get my old job back.
The pay isn't much, but the dog likes me right well.
Good one, gordo. My dog likes me pretty well, too. I don't really have any jobs to get fired from except poll worker and all that happens there is that I keep getting promoted! But it is only once every couple of years. I think I can handle it. The rest of the time its the dog and me digging in the dirt, etc. Most pleasant.
I can't vote, WAHHH! All of these polls should have an "other" button! My best helper is my 78 year old mother. Sometimes I think she is sneaking her garden into mine one or two plants at a time. She is always bringing down plants for me to try and fit in somewhere. She has a phenomenal number of plants in the two tiny gardens attached to her retirement cottage, and she seems to think I should aim at an equivalent level of density, LOL! Seriously though, she is a great help and many jobs in the garden go better and faster when she is here, even if it is only for the convivial company while working!
This is a recent shot (mid-June) of about half of one of Mum's two garden areas (See what I mean!!)
Has to be me, myself and I. Except that I do get help with the lawns, there are 4 between our place and mom's next door, too much for me by myself. The rest is mine and have to say my biggest 'helper' is my boom box and now an MP3, especially with Brian Culbertson playing.
I have a helpful "staff" too (Me, Myself, & I) and we mostly get along pretty well, except Me keeps coming up with crazy ideas like growing 24 different heirloom tomatoes for a family of two, while Myself insists on WinterSowing beween 80-90 jugs of seeds. I, well, I has been known to procrastinate about jobs like weeding and edging. Lazy slob!
Non-gardening DH has cleverly figured out that if he lavishes praise about our garden efforts, and doesn't object too much about the $$ we spend, he can get away with not helping much!
And as Katye says:
Quoting:The bright side to this is I make all the decisions about the design work & what to plant.
I can't vote either!! My gardening help is a lifelong friend that just found herself out of work. We are having a grand time re-working all my beds this year. If I survive I will post pictures later!!!!
When the hubby is home, he's a master at what he calls "being on the business end of a shovel" since I seem to have a never-ending supply of 50+ year old azaleas and camelias for him to rearrange (I don't like how they were planted decades ago)! In his defense, he's also an avid, talented gardener (and much better at veggies than I am).
However...I agree with art_n_garden that the pooches would've probably gotten my vote had they been an option! The three of us spend more time in the garden than anywhere else, and even if they aren't doing any of the work, their company and playtime often keeps me in the dirt longer than I'd be otherwise!
My critters help a bit in the garden...The 3 cats are very good at planting themselves exactly where I am working and the 3 dogs are very good at helping me dig...they come right along behind me and try to dig up whatever I have newly planted. But, they are fun and I'd be lost without them.
I do the outside work - since I grow a lot of unusual and hard to find plants, if anyone came in to pull weeds, they would probably pull a significant plant - last year, a friend insisted to help, so I directed her to a shade bed that has mostly hosta, astilbe, - usual stuff...showed her what to pull - namely, ground ivy. About a half hour later I came back to check how she was doing and she had succeeded in pulling my Tricyrtis Raspberry Mouse and Limelight.they look nothing like ground ivy. YIKS !!
I would have checked children, but it said loves to help. My son has to get "paid" when helping and still gripes. He won't get up early to come help...he sleeps until noon and then works two hours in the hot sun and has to go home to get ready for his regular job. If he would get here early the two hours would be in the cool shade and then he could nap in the hot part of the day.
DH is helpful but he does the deck plants and really doesn't do much in the yard now other than deadhead cannas. But then he has respiratory problems.
For heavy construction (arbors, walkways, digging out new beds), our college age son is my best helper. For spraying, fertilizing and lawn maintenance, hubby is my best helper. For plant selection, all the lovely ladies and gents on DG are my best helpers! For pond cleaning and maintenance, fountain cleaning and maintenance, art design and installation, garden design, bed prep, planting, pruning, weeding, problem diagnosis, splitting out, documenting, etc., etc., etc. it's the trio of me, myself and I. Before our daughter was married, she didn't show much interest in gardening... but the rest of us all enjoy going to the nurseries together to see what's new... and all three of us have been known to stop the car to get a better look at plants or gardens that catch our attention. We've also specifically planned trips to Epcot in April to be there for the annual garden displays and seminars.
After I voted I did realize my DH did help me. Last year I cleaned out an area for a raised bed and he set it up and helped me fill it with soil. This year he built a "Garden Patio" over the raised bed with a sun screen over the top. I guess he does help a lot. He takes care of the front lawn, but can't get him to weed the flower beds. I do appreciate his help as he has a lot going on medically. My dogs do come out to watch me dig in the dirt. I
My dog is a small hole digger, mainly to bury things. So far he's pretty good about staying out of the flowers, just sniffs. O.K. and he did mark one of my roses for a bit this year. It now has a big brown spot in the center. *GASP!* So me, myself & I for now, with dog and occasional cat supervision :)
I voted, me, myself and I. I wish I had helpers. DH buys me what I need and that is the end to his help. But like so many of you have pointed out, at least I have control over where things go and how it looks. Not a big consolation to me, though.
Melody, did you ever imagine so many people would prefer voting for their pets over their significant others?
I think one of the reasons the pets are getting so many votes is that they're such great company without injecting a single opposing opinion or quietly grumbled explatives...can't say the same for the hubby when I have him moving 8 foot tall camellias in the middle of a hot afternoon! It's almost like voting for me,myself and I with perpetually happy companions!
Over the years, I've had various non-human assistants. Some preferred to hold a supervisor position, other than a participating one, but they do tend to be interested in what we're up to. I've had a few cats over the years that could definitely complain if things didn't go their way, and a couple of dogs that didn't want their universe altered...so opinions are not limited to homo-sapiens.
My kitties have an enclosure of their own, and I must confess that I'm scrutinized by one of the kitties anytime I'm weeding around or trimming "her" catnip, but other than Danish, none of the others really care what I do until I have to cut the grass in there (when they all go inside until I've finished and they can come out to inspect). My dogs don't mind things being rearranged in the least, and thoroughly enjoy when the grass has been freshly mowed!
It used to be that I could count on my neighbors children to ask if they could help me plant my veggies, but they have since moved away. Meanwhile, although my cat thinks I am trying to play with her when I am planting things, she is my number one helper!! She was taught at an early age that if she caught birds, I'd take them away, so she gave up. But when it comes to gophers, she is priceless!! I can't recount here all the damage gophers have done over the years before she is able to catch them. They are not that easy for a cat to catch. The little buggers fight back to!! I grow most of my own food and even the seed I use for the next year. My yard really is my grocery store, so I vote for my cat!
My husband helps me with big things like digging or rototilling, but for the most part it's all me. Occasionally when my daughter asks for money I'll take her outside, identify a weed for her, and ask her to pull them all. (She's 12.) But alas, she's not as thorough as I am. :P
My dogs helped once by catching a chipmunk (there are a ton of them here), but unfortunately they do more walking and peeing on my plants than anything else.
I voted spouse which really is a giggle since DH is a much better gardener than I am. I do get to choose the iris plants which is our main focus; although he does so little choosing that if he says he wants it, we get it. (Nice long sentence.) He cuts the lawn but is not really interested in grass--yea!
I voted for myself because there's no one else around. I've hired a neighborhood youngster, but he tends to disappear when I need his help the most! I've heard people complain about dogs digging holes all over the place; sure could use one of those!
I voted me, myself and I, I had my son help me one year and he pulled a perennial out by the roots that I had been waiting two years for it to bloom but he told me he wouldn't pull anything I told him not to lol He also likes to yank the weeds out without getting the roots because it's faster mom!
Me, myself and I. My lovely wife has removed both lilies and poppies because "they were so ugly, they had to be weeds". Like LeBug, I had waited 2 years for those lilies to bloom, and they were laden with buds!
Speical mention has to go to my cat, Bella, who can thin a row of beans in no time just by rolling around while I weed nearby!
Amen to the good side . My momma was a con from the word go . She used to have my boyfriends bring along another friend and wash the cars , mow the grass , and one time , wash all the house and screens . The pay was all the Ice tea and store bought cookies they wanted . My boyfriends didn't come around much after one episode of that . Don't understand it ! LOL . D
My kitty, Creamy, is the best. Her main jobs are keeping me company and rolling around in freshly dug dirt; but she's equally good as an ornament as well as patting precious plants with her gentle fluffy tail. She decided to harvest our last catnip planting without an OK from the boss, so know I keep it out of reach and she gets one leaf rubbed in her face on each trip out to the garden. She won't leave me alone til she gets it :)
Acfrancis, I have SEVERAL cats, and they have 24/7 access to their nip with a very effective method I devised out of sheer desperation. I also use the same method for my potted plants on the porch and inside since that used to be a favorite napping spot (and litter box, with the larger planters), and I therefore lost a ton of plants!
I started out by creating domes of chicken wire with the catnip, to keep the rootball safe. This is difficult to weed around, though, and eventually becomes smooshed. One day I had an epiphany, and it has been ridiculously successful! I buy the hanging baskets with the coconut liner, and put it upside-down on the plant. I shimmy the rim about 1/2" below soil level, and in the case of the nip I also use 3-4 lanscape fabric pins to secure it even more. The cats have access to everything that grows outside the basket, but no amount of eating or wallowing can kill the plant. With being able to keep them as perennials like this, and using organic fertilizer, I have the most poten nip imaginable! It's so strong that a cat with almost no sense of smell, belonging to someone I work with, actually gets high from it!
This brom was almost killed because it was so cozy, so I got one of the baskets that I could cut every-other wire out of to allow for the larger plants. I cut all the foliage off, and kept my fingers crossed that it would come back. It's taken almost two years to get back to this state, but even when the cats try to jump in the pot, they can't keep their balance due to the dome hidden deep within.
Emma, that is brilliant!! I have used one of those upside-down baskets to protect certain plants from squirrels, but never thought to use it for the kitty as well. Thanks a bunch!! Now my little gardener will be able to garden anytime she wants. Then of course, she will have to take a snooze :)
Ha-ha, tears of desperation more like it! I was already using this method with the catnip for a good 18 months before realizing I could use it with my potted plants. When a fern that belonged to the hubby's grandmother was killed by the cats, and the brom and a peace lily were also on the verge of dying, I'd had enough.
I just took this photo of the inside of the brom. You can see from the last pic that the basket is invisible once the plant fills out!
I think the name is Nepeta, and a popular form is called Walkers Low, if I'm not confused. I think it was named perennial of the year recently, too, because it is so hardy and long blooming. Check it out!
There's also cat thyme (Teucrium marum or Teucrium maru), which is great for the kitties that don't really like catnip. It has a similar scent, but is just different enough that some of my kitties prefer this one to the nip. The flowers are really pretty as well, much more so than catnip. I've been looking for the catmint for more than a year, but havne't found it anywhere except mail order so far...maybe next spring at the Master Gardener's Faire from the herb man!
Your crazy kitty is adorable, just want to get my hands on his fluffy belly. He's one happy guy. Your'e right about the catmint, it looks beautiful.
Here's my silly girl helping while I was repotting one morning. She was feral when I began renting here, the place really is her garden and I'm allowed to enjoy it with her. She is a great ratter, including the fuzzy-tailed rats, which is fine by me as they ruin anything they can get their paws on, including devouring pounds of birdseed if I didn't foil them.
I have the catmint in the herb bed with oregano behind it which can also take some knocks if the 'flattening' gets out of hand. acfrancis although a little ewwwy you must be honoured that your BF is sharing with you. Sigh the crazy ole cat is too slow to catch Damien the Spawn of Satan Tree Rat.
The first time she brought a rat in, I was pretty freaked out. It has become commonplace now. I actually have videoed her tossing and playing, it really is funny. And she eats every little bit, leaving only tails and one other part I won't describe. She's not fast enough to get birds usually, but she caught a baby Ginny Wren and a mama Cardinal once :(
My kitty won't eats moles either, nor garter snakes.
This squirrel tail has become a favorite plaything.
Two Sunday mornings in a row, Mea decided to share a live squirrel with us...before 7AM and hopped right up in bed with us...cat squirrel and VERY upset husband...we chased that squirrel around the house for better part of an hour each time...three kids running around hollering "Don't hurt the squirrel", three cats and two dogs trying to help and me sitting in the middle of the floor laughing while my husband is telling everyone to be quiet and go in the other room...what a trip! One Sunday...it happens...two in a row...what are the odds?
ROTFL...I love it.
Mine are no longer allowed to go outside. I have 3 too. My big guy use to be a hunter, and would love to go outside, but we live in town now, and I want to keep him for a few more years.
Mea mustve thought the first episode was great fun, the whole pride on the hunt - she mustve wanted to do it again. That's hilarious!!! My kitty brings in live lizards, and the first rat ever was still alive. Hopefully I'll never see one in bed!
This is Fluffy, a feral that decided to adopt us. She's still a little on the wild side, sometimes a lot. She's my constant companion in the garden, has even been known to lick my nose when I'm weeding and I talk to her. She has her own kitty door into the garage now, so she has a safe place to sleep, away from the wild ones out there. We have fox, nutria, raccoons, etc. I put a heat pad out for her when the temps get too low in winter. She brings treasures now and again, leaves them by the front door.
All the cat pictures are cute! Sally your kitty sounds awfully spoiled, I'll bet she's glad she found you :)
Kassy LOL! The snake reminds me of a cat we had growing up. He used to come running down the lawn with a gardener snake tail in his mouth and the snake bouncing along between his legs. Talk about pissed off snake!
All 3 of mine are buds, and all rescue cats in a way. The big guy was born to a wild farm cat. I had to take him when he was young or I never would have gotten him. I think he was about 4 weeks old if that. He was raised on what is called Tigers Milk and I can tell. That's why he got the name Simba. He use to sit and watch wrestling with my son. And he played fetch with beanie babies when he was little.
The dark little girl was dropped off at a friends house. She was attacked by one of his male cats, and he heard it and ran out to find out what was doing on. He rescued her from the male cat and he already had 5 kittens of his own to find homes for, so I took her. I couldn't resist after he sent me photo's of her in e-mails. I found homes for 2 of his kittens for him too.
And then there is Buddy, the orange guy. His is a interesting story. He showed up at and assisted care home where I worked. He was missing an eye, the tip of his ear, and he couldn't walk on one of his back legs. (I don't know if it was just out of joint or what.). I knew 2 of the residents were trying to feed him,so i started taking him out some of the left overs in a dish. At first he would hiss and run away. It didn't take long though before he started trusting me and coming to me when I would step outside and say "Where is my buddy?". He even started laying down and rolling around and wanted me to pet him.
When I knew I was going to be leaving that job, I knew I had to catch Buddy some how to bring him home. Buddy had never let me pick him up and to this day he is still afraid of being picked up (I'm thinking he was abused.). I took a cat carrier in to work one rainy night and a toy to try to lure him into it. The first time I went outside I put the carrier out there and opened it and called him. He came running. He checked out the carrier a few times. Put his head in it, walked around it checking it out and put his head in it again, and walked into it and layed down...LOL I quick closed the door on it and called my daughter-in-law to come and get him.
I haven't been able to get him into one that easy since.
At times they all lay together like in that picture I posted above and at times they are all in different places, and at times it's 2 of them laying together.
More cute kitty photos ;) Mine is sacked out on his bed by the window. Both my critters are rescued. Only way to go I think.
Kassy I had a neighbors cat that would use my leg as a stopping post after he came charging down the lawn at me. Seems like I was always wearing shorts when that happened too! Little bugger. My parents lived on a lake for a few years and I would fish off the dock. That cat was always leaning out in front of me when I brought one in. Drove me crazy. One day I heard some scrambling and turned around just in time to see him fall of the dock LOL. It was shallow water and he was fine but you can't imagine how many times the thought had occurred to me to teach him how to swim with a gentle nudge. I just sat there and laughed. I'm not sure my neighbors believed I didn't do it.
I love baby Simba! He's missing the spot on his nose, mustve stuck it in something that wont rub off, lol.
My kitty was befriended by the previous tenants when they moved in - she was about 6mos by the vet's estimate. They coaxed her with food and squirt-can style whip cream. She wouldn't go with them when they moved and they were heart-broken. They set out a live trap and food for weeks, but only managed to catch a possum and attract toms and coons, so by the time I moved in she was terrorized by the monsters and starving. I was unpacking one day when I heard her tiny mew outside. All I had in the house was a can of sardines. Yummy, she said.
I call her Creamy because we also made friends over whipped cream, she still gets a spot of half-and-half at bedtime. I remember all our firsts, like the first time she rubbed against my leg while I was getting her dinner and the first time she let me rub her tummy. Never planned on having a kitty (I'm allergic) but we are together for good (if I can talk her into leaving her garden home when the time comes, I promise her we'll have a garden when we move)
Awwww, I hope Creamy stays with you forever acfrancis
Ican, Simba use to chase me around mom's house and try to catch me. He would jump up at my legs...And he has claws!! And I had shorts on!! OUCH!!
Around and around we would go, down the hall, thought the living room, through the dining room down the hall again. He got smart and turned around and started going the other way. Yikes!
ican, you should see the scars on my arms. I was not only his mother, but his playmate...LOL
The scares are a lot lighter now, but they are still there. Like I said, he was named Simba for a reason!
And I fed him with a bottle at first. I used the same hand all the time...OUCH, those little nails are like needles. But you know what. At times he still puts his mouth by that area on that hand that held the bottle. :)