ImPort Stanley is weekly series about life and discoveries by a recent “import” to Port Stanley, ON. Access previous posts on everything from shopping to hotels and our beaches by clicking the tag ImPort Stanley.
Some people like to stay motionless when they’re on vacation. I’m not one of those people. Although we’re not avid hikers, we’re not couch potatoes, either. We are yams in motion.
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Welcome to a bimonthly update on how our new, 13-year-old adoptee is settling in with us.
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I played hooky a week ago today. I emailed all of my clients in advance to say I’d be away, just because. It was a mental health break and a chance to hang out with my sister-in-law and about 40 alpacas.
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ImPort Stanley is weekly series about life and discoveries by a recent “import” to Port Stanley, ON.
Our little village is showing support for Ukraine. The decal above is on the window of The Harbour Merchant Coffee Company. Around the corner toward Little Beach, Joshua and Company will donate 20% of all sales on Wednesday (March 16) to the Red Cross and its efforts in Ukraine. The Canadian government is matching donations until March 18, so your money doubles.
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It’s only been six weeks since Cuddles the senior cat came home with us and it’s becoming like he’s always lived here.
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Gary Larson drew a Far Side cartoon I’ll never forget. It’s one among many memorable ones, actually. I can’t reproduce it here because of copyright laws and the fact that I’d like to keep my house instead of giving it to Larson’s lawyer.
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Even as we grieved for Miss Sugar, we knew it wouldn’t be long before we welcomed another little beating heart into our home. There’ll never be another Miss Sugar or a Spice. But the place felt empty without a furball to feed and love. Enter Cuddles, a 13-year-old panther-like beauty surrendered to Animal Aide in St. Thomas 7 long months ago.
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I’ve been truly gobsmacked over the sheer number of comments here and on social media about my alcoholism post. It amazes me that people respond so generously to an honest revelation about something that, not so long ago, brought me feelings of shame. But it’s when we reveal our flaws that we give others permission to do the same. We ought to learn this stuff in school. So, thank you for sharing your experiences and simply for being kind.
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We have read every condolence. Every reference to her oft-written blog phrases “filthy dogs” and “human beans”. Received flowers from our dear friends and been notified of donations in her name to the Humane Society London and Middlesex and Animal Aide of St. Thomas. We are so grateful. You get it. Pets are family. Losing them is painful.
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Hello my little tinsel chewers! It’s that magical time of the year again, when the Christmas tree is up and there are glittery things all around the house. They make Mother happy and once our festive baubles are up, Father delights in them too.
…Miss Sugar Writes: Keeping the Cat off the Christmas TreeRead More »
Hello my little tumbleweed makers! How’s the shedding going? Me, I’m leaving tufts of my soft fur here and there in an effort to share my specialness. It collects under the chairs and waits for the dreaded Swiffer to come along and take it away.
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Oh, my pretties, my little heart is so full of joy! Not only because a fresh holiday wreath has been affixed to the front door where its pine needles will surely drop and be tracked into the house. Then I can complete my annual ritual of chewing them up and then throwing them up. It’s our own little holiday tradition! But the real reason is because of today’s story that I can’t wait to tell you. It’s about a young girl I’d love to meet and leave clumps of my shedding coat upon. She is my new heroine, And she’s not even a cat!
…Hello my little tummy ticklers! Thank you for visiting. I don’t want to bum you out (or as we cats put it, butt you out) but today’s post will take a more serious, personal tone. Don’t worry, though. All is well, I merely want to share an authentic slice of life with you.
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Greetings my little coat shedders! Thank you for returning to my cozy corner of the blogosphere. I’m happily curled up on what Mother calls the “cat barrier” to the guest bed. The silly woman doesn’t realize that this fleece throw is one of my favourite things! What’s meant to keep the bed free from my dander is making me as happy as can be!
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Hello my little whisker twitchers! I trust you had a safe and spooky Halloween and you’re working your way through the leftover candy you stashed before the kiddies arrived! That’s how it plays out around here, anyway. Father insisted that peanut butter cups must be part of our offerings. Come Halloween, like magic, there were no cups to be found!
…Hello my little paw lickers! Welcome to the warmest, softest, and sheddingest corner of the interweb. If you’re wearing black pants, please use the sticky roller by the door so you don’t leave looking like you’ve sprouted whiskers on your thighs.
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It’s the truth, my little plant biters, that some cats are cuddlers and some are not. Some cats like to sleep on your beating heart. Others prefer to keep a tail’s length between you. And I, with one exception, do not like to be picked up.
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Hello my little floor hockey players! There may not be ice on the hardwood and I don’t have skates, but I can still slide around, batting that fuzzy mouse like Auston Matthews!
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