Hi it’s Charly, KOIT's proud #CrazyCatLady & avid dog lover. When I’m not hanging with my five furry family members, I’m volunteering with animals, enjoying a Bay Area microbrew or touring a dog-friendly vineyard. >^..^<
On Tue, Jan 27, 2015, my very own Marco the Man Cat - the world's only feline sports prognostiCATor - made his picks for Super Bowl XLIX to be played Sun, Feb 1, 2015.
-- see video below --
Marco & Kashi (shown foraging for food) adopted from Best Friends Animal Society Brooklyn (yawning at Marco's accomplishments) adopted from A Home 4 Spot * No animals were harmed in the making of this video.
*DISCLAIMER: for entertainment purposes only, bet at your own risk. Marco reserves all rights and assumes no liability for foolish wagers resulting
in loss of finances.
Marco DOES accept tips given in appreciation for financial windfalls.
Celebrity sighting! It's "Hollis", a Medical Alert Assistance Dog with Dogs4Diabetics (D4D) of the San Francisco Bay Area. D4D trains service dogs
to detect the odor of hypoglycemia on insulin-dependent diabetics.
When I started to hug Hollis, he first gave me a good "sniffing over", then decided my lap was suitable for plopping, and quickly settled on it. I realized he had just given me a free check-up!
My dream home... a house that's been "caticized" or "catified".
(That's "modified to accomodate cats".)
Check out Peter Cohen's amazing kitty paradise in Goleta, CA, just north of Santa Barbara. He constructed it himself for his rescue cats.
Full story & pics at Houzz.com
More construction details & pics at House of Nekko on Catster.com.
Fastest way for your kids to get spoiled? Send them to Grandma & Grandpa's. They get to stay up too late, eat too much junk and buy too many toys (paid for by the very same parents who always told you "NO").
Well it's the same for animals. My mom is here visiting, and my cats & dogs follow her around like she's the Pied Piper, or more likely, "Supreme Treat Dispenser". Just watch them trip over themselves to follow her everytime
she gets up off the couch.
Example above: Photographic evidence! Mom is simply attempting to pour a
cup of coffee, but my furchildren are sure it means they're getting a snack.
She can try to tell me she doesn't sneak them treats, but they're telling me otherwise!
Photo credit: Rob Marquardt via Flickr Does kitty scratch & scream when you get her near the carrier? Try this.
It's called the "Blind Superman Technique", and it takes less than a minute,
with no blood drawn or limbs torn from your body!
1) Don't tip off your cat. Get carrier out QUIETLY. Don't even put your coat on!
2) Put carrier at waist level, such as on a counter.
3) Cover cat's eyes with one hand, and carry while sweeping legs forward.
4) When cat is part way in, gently lean on back end so she doesn't back out.
5) Pour a shot of tequila for yourself to celebrate. (Oh wait, save that for when you come back from the vet!) Video courtesy Dr. Karen Becker of Healthy Pets at Dr. Mercola.com
Above: Just before ARF celebrated 30,000 adoptions. #ARF30K
When I stopped by ARF - Tony LaRussa's Animal Rescue Foundation
in Walnut Creek, CA, I had no idea that besides a world class cat & dog
shelter, I was also stepping into a fascinating "baseball museum"!
Tony LaRussa's memorabilia, visible to all, but behind locked doors.
My German Shepherd, Sasha, picks up words so quickly you have to spell them.
Then she learns the spellings, so you have to change it up constantly.
I can't say "walk", "ride", "go", "beach", "dog park" or "treats" anymore without
her running to the front door.
So when I was deep in conversation with a friend and "the Cliff House" came up,
I was shocked when Sasha jumped up excitedly. She recognized the name from
the times I've told my dog-loving friends to meet me on Ocean Beach, "at the end
by the Cliff House" (as I say to them).
Smart Sasha. I can't even imagine all my secrets she knows.
Luckily a trip to Ocean Beach is enough to bribe her not to spill them!
All photos courtesy Charly Kayle, by permission of Sasha. (Ocean Beach, San Francisco, CA)
This beautiful colorization of my picture of Gus & Sasha was sent to me by a woman I just met today on Facebook, after she read my story "How I Aged 100 Years In Only One", about my own healing process after the death last year of my fiance.
Many layers of interpretation to appreciate.
I see pieces of the Cosmos weaving in and out of each other, creating an illusion that lasts a lifetime.... or only a fleeting second in the time-frame of the Universe. I see the positive aspects of a former reality bleeding into the present,
leaving it's energetic imprint as an impetus to create more good things in life. I SEE HEALING.
My birthday isn't until May. Some friends standing nearby asked, "Did he just tell you Happy Birthday? Wasn't it awhile ago?" None of us could figure it out.
Until I went back to my desk and realized he must have been over there stealing a pen, and saw the "Happy Birthday Charly" sign on the hutch over my desk. It's a souvenir from last May 16th when my boss plastered the whole 12th floor with signs everywhere, including the coffee machine. He stopped short of the Ladies' Room.
Memories. Yes, I'm a "saver". But now I know who's been stealing my pens!
Jan 5, 2015: I made it through my dreaded "Year of Firsts". It was one year ago today that my world changed forever when I lost Gus, my fiance/partner of almost 8 years, unexpectedly and traumatically. And I have come out the other side stronger and wiser, albeit feeling like I got run over by a fleet of Army tanks.
Something I learned:everybody has some sort of deep pain and loss in their lives, and more people than you'd EVER suspect have survived the death of a spouse/partner or (even harder to accept) a child. They rarely talk about it.
Something else I learned:we all have an amazing amount of strength within us we had no clue we had, until the time comes that we need to use it.
Everyone grieves differently. I withdrew into my own cocoon of animal therapy and reliance on a Higher Power. My spiritual philosophies saved my sanity, even though my heart was broken. I know our souls live on, even though the body has expired. The soul never dies, it is just the physical encasement that doesn't last.
STILL, I wanted that physical body to stick around about 50 decades longer! We were supposed to be that elderly couple holding hands on a park bench, going home to our 500 cats and our 5 o'clock martinis. Since that didn't happen, I have to move forward with my life, creating an experience that reflects the newly wise woman I am. I learned a valuable lesson about horrendous pain. Embrace it. (Ouch.)
Find a safe time and place, and when you feel that familiar discomfort rushing toward you, meet it head on and let it flow inside and over and through you. It will crush your heart and hurt more than anything you've ever felt in your life, feeling like you can't breathe, but it will move THROUGH you, and finally OUT of you.
It will never hurt quite that badly again, I promise. You will cry your heart and lungs out, but this is more cleansing than you'll ever realize. And necessary.
So I feel like I've aged 100 years, but I'm also centuries wiser than I was a year ago.
I know there is joy to be found. Let's find that joy and live life with maturity, patience and COMPASSION. Above: collage of memories Top: teaching 6-month old Sasha puppy how to swim
All photos courtesy Charly Kayle