A proud Mama Zoey and her days old kittens (Born on February 12, 2009)

Mama’s come in all shapes, sizes, colors, species and races. A mother can be a mother by birth, by adoption, by friendship or any number of other circumstances. A mother can even be a male, or maybe an aunt or a sister or someone who is an expecting Mama-to-be. To me, being a mother is defined as being someone who cares for, who nurtures for, who teaches and who inspires. Some of us are good at it and a lot of us still have a lot to learn. Doesn’t really matter how you define the word though – it is personal to all of us and there is no correct definition in my opinion.

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With Mother’s Day only a few days away, I have been looking at a lot of pictures and videos of Zoey and her kittens to post in her honor this Sunday. I came across this video of Zoey interacting with Mia who was only 3 months old at the time and decided to post this as a precursor to that tribute. I find it fascinating that despite Zoey growling and telling Mia to behave, she still takes the time to teach her how to play as well as to lick and groom her in love in between the reprimanding!

Rolz on high alert for possible lizard invasions...

There is no doubt that living in Florida is like having gifts-from-God weather on a daily basis. From the gloriously sun drenched days to the tropical nights filled with the lingering scents of jasmine and orange blossoms intoxicatingly enticing the nostrils, it is a wonderment indeed. But even for us in Florida, the adage “April Showers Brings May Flowers” has special meaning to our 24/7/365 day calendar that barely has a change in seasons.

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As some of you may or may not know, Callie the Calico is our resident neighborhood cat that has decided our house is her second home. When we first met her many months ago, she was primarily a pretty blur in the background of our side or back yard and was extremely timid and shy. Well, as you can see from this picture, Callie has relaxed significantly and has now claimed our house as hers, as she quite nonchalantly stretches her body for some morning sun on the walkway to our front door. She is very calm and content and all would appear well. What you don’t realize, is inside our house, all hell has broken lose as chaos and bedlam reigns. All seven of our cats – that would be fourteen front paws – are collectively scratching at the window glass, OVER AND OVER, franticly trying to dig a tunnel to outside to get at her. Callie is a brilliant mastermind as she deliberately taunts them each and every morning, knowing full well they cannot get to her, before she moves on to phase two of her day. The side yard. Read more