Fill-in Statements: Week 103


Each Thursday, my co-host, Ellen of 15andmeowing, and I provide Friendly Fill-In statements. On Friday, we post our answers with a link-up for you to join us with your own responses. We hope you will copy and answer these on your blog. If you need help, please let us know. If you don’t need help, just say “Hello”. Make it a great day!

Week 103: April 27, 2018

1. I could really use                       .

2.                      is a charity that I like to support.

3. One time, I broke                          , and                         .

4. I wish that I had                  when  I was young.


“Kindness results in kindness.”

Clyde Has a Minion

Clyde is the very best brother that any kit could have. Stormie knows this to be true. By choice, these two have bonded very closely.
Stormie is feral. Her emotions are all very close to the surface. Clyde is teaching her how to share and play nicely. She is learning patience, too.
Stormie is becoming secure in most things, slowly but surely. She likes to sleep in the old cardboard hide-out. She loves to play in the red tent. 
They were discussing this when Clyde decided to calmly get into the tent and just sit down.
Stormie trusts Clyde totally. She loves him.  But, when he got in her red tent, she had a minor hissy fit. Patiently, Clyde let her know that did not work. He sat there and hummed.
They have worked things out quite well. Clyde is truly amazing. Stormie responds to his lessons. Maybe it is his humming that is calming to her. Clyde hums. All the time. 

Stormie Weather!


We have had some storms this week! An bad storm set in last Saturday night, bringing us over three-inches of ice and snow. The precipitation came in waves, layering the snow and ice. The winds were wicked. It felt like January.

The storm also brought us a minion! The little one was abandoned by her mother in the storm. A woman in town has a cat house on her property This mother and baby were using it for the past few weeks. Sadly, as this storm took over, the baby was abandoned. The woman was given my number. After discussing the situation, I suggested waiting for the mother a bit longer, as it had only been a few hours. The baby seemed to be about three-four weeks old. It would be best for them to be reunited. When the mother came back, she recognized her baby and left quickly. Sadly, there was no question as to her role.

I picked the minion up and had her assessed by my vet team. Stormie is about four weeks old, now. She has wild and crazy hair and a personality to match. She has strong feral traits, which have served her well. We are in the process of weaning, after Stormie decided she had no use for a bottle. She has also learned the appeal of a litter pan and has perfected the fine art of digging. She’s got this.


Things happen for reasons. However, we don’t need to know why things happen to do the right thing. I do not question. I just try to be the change for positive, when needed. Stormie’s world is changing fast. I will do what I can to make it a good journey, now.

We will share Stormie’s story as we go along for the next few weeks. I believe she is spoken for already. Time will tell. So, buckle up…it’s going to be a Stormie Spring!




A-Z: The Queen

Oddibe came first. He watched me from across the road, as he sat beneath the old cedar trees. Our eyes met; we bonded. It didn’t matter that I already had two indoor cats and two dogs. I became Oddibe’s human.


He was already an old tomcat, and obviously not neutered. He was King of the Road. I called him “Oddibe”, because he “ought to be” somewhere else. He would come to my window at night. Sitting on the porch rail, he would tap on my window screen. He knew I would then get up and go outside to feed him. Our midnight rendezvous began right after we bought our rural lake house. Neighbors swore they had never seen him before.

Soon, Oddibe brought his Queen with him. She was a petite little thing, and very young. Quite feral, she trusted only Oddibe, following him everywhere. She quickly learned that food was found at our house. She became “Echo”, because she kept coming back.

Young Echo

By Spring, Oddibe and Echo had a little grey kitten. She would blend into the shadows of the cedar trees, so she was called “Shade”. Echo would bring her shrews and chipmunks. She tried to teach Shade to hunt. They were entertaining to watch. By now Echo trusted me. She taught Shade to come to our porch and eat from the bowls, too.

Oddibe & Shade

During the day, Oddibe would go off to do his tomcat business. At night, he would still come to my window. He also watched over his family. Elusive, existing in the shadows, for the most part, they lived this way for a couple of years. Survival was their mindset; I was their safe haven.

Then, there came a time when Oddibe was missing. The girls came alone for several weeks. When Oddibe finally appeared on my porch, he was emaciated and very weak. I quickly put him in a crate, which was never a possibility before. I knew it was serious when I took him to the vet that Saturday night.

The vet grimly told me that Oddibe was probably close to twenty years old. He then gave me the diagnosis that I feared. Oddibe had cancer. At his advanced age, surgery was not a realistic option. He would not survive even the anesthesia, but the cancer was obviously too advanced. Late that night, in the vet’s treatment room, I lost a very special friend.

I cried all the way home, and throughout the funeral we held for him. I missed him. Echo and Shade surely did, too. They would sit under the cedar trees as if waiting for Oddibe to join them. They looked somehow lost and lonely, their little faces questioning me.

For years, they came together, alone, and sometimes with kittens. We rescued many of those kittens, finding forever homes, and keeping some. But, others would just disappear. After a few years, Shade disappeared, too. It broke my heart.

Echo would stay away when in heat or when she had kittens hidden. We were never able to trap her. Her sense of survival and dedication to her family was acute. Tomcats came and went, though none were like Oddibe. Most were haggard, mean, very wild, and entirely feral.

Queen Echo
When Echo was about 12, she went missing for about a week. I knew she did not have kittens and became very worried. Then, one morning quite early, she appeared. She was as happy to see me as I was her! I quickly filled her bowls with food and water. Watching her eat, I assessed her health. I noticed her rear left leg hanging at an odd angle. It seemed to be very loose. I knew something was very wrong.

I scooped her into a crate. Though her first time, she did not fuss. We went right to the vet, where Echo was overwhelmed by the entire experience. However, she was the regal Queen. An exam and x-rays showed that there was nothing but bone chips between Echo’s hip and foot. Her foot was intact, and her hip was fractured. But, the entire leg had been shattered by a hollow point bullet.

Hollow Point bullet:
Note the mushrooming effect



Hollow point bullets are used by law enforcement and military personnel. Their purpose is to kill in a drastic, surefire manner. A hollow point bullet increases its size once it enters its target, and it remains there. It expands inside and does not pass through, creating extensive damage. This usually results in blood loss and/or shock, and thus death. Echo was a six-pound cat. She was also a miracle.

I had a choice to make. Echo had to be put to sleep or have her leg amputated. She had lived outside her entire life, free, doing whatever she wanted to do, wherever she wanted to do it. I saw her living the life of a wild thing, and happy to be that way.

If Echo’s leg was removed, she would become our indoor cat. She hated other cats. We would have to make her a home in the secure basement. She would be safe under our supervision. Could she be happy this way? Could we put her down, let her go because of someone else’s cruelty? We had loved her and been trusted by her for over 12 years!

There was no choice, really. She had the surgery and came home to live out her last five golden years inside our warm house. Echo had her favourite pillow and blanket. She took over the sofa in the basement. She flew up and down the basement stairs. She maintained immaculate litter manners. She appreciated it all.

We promised her she would be safe and secure for the rest of her life. She was special. We were amazed that she made the transitions so easily. From outdoor to indoor cat, and four legs to three legs, she never changed. She was the same little, petite, sweet, gentle Echo that she had always been.

When Echo passed over the Rainbow Bridge, she was well over 17 years old. She developed cancer but went quickly and without pain. We were left with the pain of her absence. Her loss was felt deeply.

Aging Echo

Echo’s life had been full. We had kept our promise to Oddibe, by keeping watch over Echo. Her golden years were also safe and secure; we kept our promise to her. And, The Queen’s memory still echoes in our hearts.

~McGuffy Ann Morris


“My Writeful Heart”:
A= Acknowledgments
B= Believe
C= Camouflage
D= The Drought
E= Exist
F= Final Departure
G= The Guardian
H= The Horologist
I= Impasse
J= Joseph
K= Knowing
L= The Loan
M= Mirror
N= Number
O= Ozark
P= Mr. Peabody