Monthly Archives: August 2009



When Josh and I moved into our first apartment together we knew right away that we would like the companionship of a cat. We had both grown up with animals in our family’s so it felt like the most natural thing to do. Animals always make a house feel like home and we were prepared for the commitment we were about to make. Being partial to tabbies I looked around and found the perfect little guy in a veterinary clinic around the corner. We brought him home in a cardboard box and he was so happy to get out and explore the new surroundings. After mulling over a few good names Josh suggested Maki and I agreed it was a great name (It comes from the Japanese Maki sushi rolls). We absolutely adored our new family member and he provided us with unlimited amounts of love and amusement.

Maki grew quickly from a tiny little kitten into a beautiful strong healthy solid cat. His nickname became FutoMaki (big roll) and we just loved him more and more every day. Once he was old enough and had been neutered we introduced him to a new world outside. He was in his element. After that first year we moved to our current house with a much nicer back yard where he could spend his days chasing bugs and cooling off under the lilies. Sometimes we thought he might be lonely, so we gave him the companionship of a little sister (Nori). It’s funny how animals just blend right in and become one of our own. It is hard to remember or even imagine what life was like before they joined you. They truly make your life fuller, much like human children but in a more mutual way, if that makes sense.

When animals come into our lives we are fully aware that their lives might be about 1/6 (if we and they are lucky) of ours. We know that we will inevitably see them pass, but those facts never prepare us for the eventuality.

Until two months ago Maki had been an extremely healthy cat. He had developed what we believed was a urinary tract infection. He was hospitalized, treated and cared for at home to what we thought was a full recovery. Back to his normal ways, a little thinner but seemingly healthy none the less. Last Tuesday he failed to show up for his midnight call to come in (he had never spent the night outside) this was unusual and even more so when there was no sign of him the following morning. On Wednesday afternoon Frances and I finally found him looking ill in the back garden. A visit to the vet could find no sign of trauma or a recurrence of a urinary infection. We brought him home to wait and see with plans to return on Friday. With no change and an obviously sick cat blood tests were ordered. We will never know what or how it happened but the results revealed serious and chronic kidney distress. The prognosis was not good and we were left with an extremely sad option. The only option to relieve our sweet boy from the pain he was very obviously in.

On Friday night Josh and I said goodbye to our dear friend. We stroked his soft fir and lulled him into a deep peaceful sleep as he heard us tell him for the final time he was our boy and we loved him.


A visit from Bill

It was the anticipation that did me in. With a category 2 hurricane headed our way and my father off sailing on a wooden boat equipped with the bare bones necessities it was a little worrisome. The media tends to freak many out and it’s always interesting to watch people prepare for such a weather event. The water aisle at the grocery store receives a good pillaging and many hardware stores have their generator stock wiped out, but after the blaze attitude towards hurricane Juan in 2003 it is good to be a little prepared. My poor mother finally had telephone contact with my father on Saturday afternoon with reassurance that all was well and they were tucked away and anchoredĀ  in a safe harbor. That was a relief to know but we still worried. The storm downgraded to a category 1 and blew in on Sunday morning with heavy rain and high winds. Thankfully it moved quickly and stayed well off shore. By dinner time there was blue sky and sunshine.

I didn’t get out for pictures that day and it’s hard to capture wind on a still camera, but this should give you some idea. This is how Peggy’s Cove, the greatest tourist attraction just 30 min. outside the city right on the coast, usually looks (well on a clear, calm sunny day).

peggys cove1

…and down below is how it looked on Sunday during the storm.

Having been there many, many times when it looks just like the top photo I can never imagine waves actually crashing into the lighthouse.

On Monday morning there was another phone call from my father to say they survived and were about to set sailĀ  and continue on their journey.

Numbingly cold.

As I mentioned last post, we have been experiencing a heatwave. Some people love the heat but I prefer cooler temperatures, fall weather is ideal but I can be completely happy through the winter as well. Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy the summer, and the best place to go and beat the heat is the beach.



I can’t tell you how happy I was to sit on this sand and gaze out at the beautiful blue ocean. The water was cold, like numbingly cold, but neither Josh nor I could resist and we both ended up taking an incredibly refreshing dip. Ah, sweet relief!

Now we are waiting to see what hurricane Bill has in store for us. I bought a few extra cans of beans and tuna at the store this morning and a package of batteries just in case.

Is it fall yet!?

When I began writing this post last week I started out by saying I could feel Autumn creeping in through the early morning chill. Now I only wish! We are experiencing some kind of heatwave up here in the north east and I do not like it one little bit. I find it uncomfortable and unbearable and you will not find me complaining come February when the temperature dips well below zero. This heat makes everyone in the house cranky and that’s no fun!

Speaking of fun in a fun way, and something I have been meaning to write about is the visit we had with my sister and family.


After one very long year they made the lengthy drive home for their annual summer visit. It seems funner now that kids are involved and even more fun the older they become. Frances had a blast with her cousins and still fondly chatters on about them weeks later. They mostly bumbled about my parents house doing what kids do, they frolicked naked in the little kiddie pool and the boys became soldiers following a visit to the fortress in the heart of our city.


Frances spent some quality time with her Auntie Sayer and this really makes me wish we saw them more. Just like I would really love to spend more time getting to know my awesome nephews, I want Frances to really know her very cool aunt. Boo hoo!

And of course no visit would be complete without the communal bath…


where the two boys doted on their cousin, one with a comb and the other with a seahorse!

We didn’t get to do all the things that maybe we had wanted to, but we ate well and drank well and we were all together cramming in eleven and a half months of missing one another!