If you love animals, and more specifically cats, then the prospect of kittens is an exciting thing. Well that was how it was with my little orange and white fur ball, Mary. She was always a playful little monster and got into trouble more often than once. We adopted her and her sister while they were kittens. Mary and Martha became their names. Bloodlines? If I had to guess I would say they are obviously mixed, but I believe Turkish Van is prominent in their breeding.
We have all been at the point where we decide to give it our best shot and lose some weight, right? Sometimes we wish we could run faster or longer, or maybe we just can't slip into that favorite piece of clothing anymore. Well, don't pitch those running shoes or donate that beloved apparel just yet. There still is hope. Let's look at some things that will help us in this journey to get us where we want to be. One more thing right before we begin; each thing that I list is something I have personally done and has worked for me, and it can and will work for you if you commit to it.
How magnificent those giants are!
First of all, I would like to inform you that most of these symptoms will result in needing immediate attention from a vet. So, rule of thumb, take your pet for regular check ups, keep your vet's phone number on your fridge or in your emergency contacts list.
I sat despairingly in my dark and lonely room, thinking desperately of how to escape. All was quiet, eerily quiet. Though suddenly a harsh knocking on the door broke the silence. Warily stood and brushed down the wrinkles in my clothes, not that it mattered, and reached to open the door. Something inside me screamed "Don't open it!". But some unseen force pressed me on. As I opened the door I gazed puzzled, this man looks familiar. He wore a dark cloak and grinned a menacing smile. Suddenly it hit me, "I know who you are! You aren't welcome here!" I shrieked then tried to slam the door shut. I peeked through the little window hoping he would be gone, But no, Death still sat waiting at my doorstep. "You have twenty minutes!" he hissed then chuckled a hateful laugh. "But I'm not ready!" I pleaded as I grabbed all that had some worth to me. My good deeds and little idols I kept. Fear clutched my heart, seizing it in its mighty grip. I stood frozen as my door flung open. My time had come.