In Memory of Spooky

First I have to give the official definition of spooky from dictionary.com:

World English Dictionary

spooky  (ˈspuːkɪ)
— adj  , spookier spookiest
1. ghostly or eerie: a spooky house
2. resembling or appropriate to a ghost
3. US ) easily frightened; highly strung
     Spooky passed unexpectedly on July 23, 2012. He was Holly’s cat so I didn’t know him that well but I what I did know, I liked. He was a sweetie. No, he wasn’t a black cat and yes, I’m going there.
     Holly got the six-year-old Spooky from the pound in N.C. long before Rex came into the picture. He had health problems. He wasn’t cute and cuddly. All strikes were against him when competing against healthy cats and darling kittens. But my daughter wasn’t looking for those things. She was looking for character. An animal that would get a long with her then boyfriend, soon to be husband, who never had a pet. Spooky turned out to be perfect.
     She posted this on Facebook:
My first kitty as an adult, Mr. Spookybutt passed away today. I remember when I went to the animal shelter to find a cat-he was laying on his back with his paw out the cage purring. I took him out of the cage and he nudged my cheek with his head and I fell in love. He kept me warm in bed when John was not home, he kept me entertained with his cuteness, he stayed off counter tops and loved being brushed. He was my first baby and I will miss him.
          However, please review the definition above, in particular number three. He was easily frightened and hid a lot in the first weeks, hence the name. I never saw the cat, except for once, even though I often took care of him while Holly and John were out-of-town. The one time I did see him was when Tracey saw the bump under the covers on their bed. I carefully lifted the covers and beheld Spooky for the first time in the months Holly had got him. It was also the last time for a long while. He hid every time I visited.
      Why the fuss over the name? It’s not my fuss but evidently others have taken a perfectly good word and used it with racist overtones. Holly had no clue and neither did I when she named him. I raised my kids to look at people’s hearts not their outsides. Sure, we know there are differences in culture, etc., but so what? I try to understand those differences and expect the same courtesy in return. I’ve tried to teach my kids this and I think I’ve succeeded.
     When Holly started talking about her new cat the soon to be inevitable question came. Is he black? Holly was bewildered so her friend Jill, who is black, explained to her the connotations. Well. To say we were surprised was putting it mildly.
     Holly was at a loss because she’d been calling her cat Spooky and had him registered at the vet with this name. She took to calling him Spookybutt or Mr. Kitty. Really? She had every right to name him Spooky but she also wanted to be sensitive to other people’s feelings. I’m not sure who I’m calling out here…the idiots who started using the word in a negative or racist way and maybe everyone else who lets the idiots dictate the use of a word in a way that was never intended.
     So here I’m taking the word ‘spooky’ back. It means what the dictionary says it does and nothing else as far as I’m concerned. I vote Spooky’s picture should be put beside the definition just to remind everyone spooky is a beautiful word that could quite possibly be a cat…a slightly ragged, grey cat. Who’s with me?
     Over the years Holly shared stories with me about her kitty. Once when I asked how John and Spooky were getting along she described John and Spooky sleeping together. John at the top of the bed and Spooky sleeping at the bottom. Both with their paws, er hands, er arms? over their faces and snoring in harmony. I love that story, it’s a great one.
     Since Faith was born I have been in Maryland quite a bit. I guess Spooky got resigned to my presence and started making his known. Although he was still easy to spook, he let me feed him chicken, pet him and even tolerated my Belle Amie. While I was cuddling Faith, he cuddled with his mama. When Faith was put down to sleep he curled up beside her on the rug in front of the crib.
     When he died Holly felt guilty because she hadn’t spent a lot of time with him since Faith’s birth. I told her not to feel guilty because he never felt neglected. Not once. All he cared about was that he had one more person to love.
     RIP, Spooky. You are missed. Spooky was fourteen when he passed.
Holly used a great poem on her Facebook page I want to share here:
The Gift of Animal
The animals that share our lives
enrich them beyond measure.
They show us that there is joy in
simplicity and that love can be
communicated without words.
They help us understand that life is to
be lived in the moment without regrets
over the past or worries about the future.
They teach us about companionship
and trust and about giving of ourselves:
our time, our attention, our affection.
Animals bring out our humanity and
help us become better people.
All we need do is open our hearts
to what we can learn from them.~ Mary Montgomery
Peace.

References used in this post:

http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/spooky?s=t

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Friday’s Photos on Monday: Ooookay and Hershey Gardens Part Deux

Holy Friday the Thirteenth! Somehow I missed an entire day. I had this post ready to go on Thursday and somehow, before I knew it, Saturday arrived.  I apologize for the delay. Let’s get to it.

Some more favorite photos. Hershey Gardens was actually broken up into different sections. The sections include a rose garden and groves of trees.  I really enjoyed my day here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In this photo you can Hershey Amusement Park in the background.

 

 

 

 

I love this photo. It reminds me of an Ent from LOTR.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If you zoom in close you might see a lot of bumble bees. There were literally hundreds buzzing all around this area.

 

 

 

 

Holly and Faith say goodbye. Come again next week for more Hershey Gardens.

Peace.

Friday’s Photos: Hershey Gardens Part 1

I’d like to share some of my favorite photos from Hershey Gardens.

This shot of the roller coaster at Hershey Amusement Park across the road from the gardens is one I have to share. The sun was in my eyes (as it was most of the time) so I just pointed, prayed and took the shot (I did this a lot all day long).

 

 

Here’s a great shot taken by Holly.

 

 

Faith seems fascinated by the flowers, doesn’t she?

 

 

In the butterfly house:

 

 

Okay, I intended to take this picture because I loved the way the wings looked next to one another. It wasn’t until the kid next to me said, “Look Mommy, the butterfly is sitting on top of the other butterfly,” that I realized, well, they weren’t. Lol. But then it also hit me there was a third dead butterfly next to the mating pair. Does this photo have a deeper meaning such as life does indeed triumph over death? Is it beautiful in its own way or just plain tacky? You decide. Either way I loved the shot.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A mama bird with her babies.

 

 

Holly and Faith lounging around with the letter ‘S’

 

 

Carts of flowers were on every corner.

 

 

We intend to tell Faith we found her under a mushroom and we’ve got the photo to prove it.

 

 

Cows like gardens, too.

 

 

There were lots of these little guys everywhere.

 

 

Holly and Faith say bye for now but come back next week for part two.

Peace.

Friday’s Photos: Stinkin’ Cute

I was sitting with Faith on my lap in the parking lot while Holly ran into Wal-Mart right quick. A woman popped her head in the driver’s side and advised me of Faith’s stinking cute status. Well, uh. Ok. Although I would say wonderful, beautiful, the best baby ever born and so on. Lol. Here’s why:

 

 

She is mysterious, “I just want to be alone.”:

 

 

At about two weeks old she can hold her own bottle and get her feet painted all at the same time:

 

 

She wears cool sun glasses:

 

 

She doesn’t mind giving her opinions:

 

 

Faith has some serious fans. One of whom is willing to kiss her feet:

The hostess from Tendo Buffet admires Faith

Jill and Marion from the Greensboro Natural Science Center

 

 

Let’s face it. The grandchick has an awesome smile and knows how to pose:

 

 

Wow! She can sleep anywhere:

 

 

She has amazing blue eyes and a gorgeous head of hair:

 

Finally, Faith knows how to rock out with her Auntie Tracey:

Rock on!

 

 

Some music to rock with:

 

 

Peace.

Friday’s Photos: Some Pictures Are Worth Not Just A Thousand Words But Instead Are Priceless

To quote Holly, “It was horrible.” The labor she means. That being said she also says, “Faith was worth it but no more.” Lol.  Faith Alexandria was born 4/15/2012 @ 4:01pm. Tax day. John wanted to figure out how to get her initials to be IRS but Holly said, “No.”

For those of you keeping up, this was two weeks early. More to come about that later on. Faith weighed in @ 6lbs, 10 oz and 19 ” long.  She was and is a tiny little girl.

 

Not quite an hour old:

View of Faith over Holly’s shoulder. Look at all that hair. Holly said it better not fall out because she earned it with all the indigestion she had.

Me, Holly and John with Faith

Holly, Faith, John, Tracey, Gail (John’s mom) and Kathy the labor nurse Holly still likes in spite of the fact Kathy confessed to yelling at her. Holly says Kathy did a good job.

Proud papa

Proud grandpas Paul and J.R., John and Faith

 

All cleaned up about two or so hours later:

Faith is wearing an alarm bracelet on her leg. If someone gets to close to an exit it goes off.  She’s my granddaughter alright. Before she left the hospital she managed to shut down the maternity ward because the bracelet got too loose.  Thank God that’s all it was, a false alarm.

 

Same day but not sure how much later:

Proud but exhausted mom

Me holding Faith

Proud Aunty Tracey

 

Holly says she prayed for a healthy, happy baby.  Her prayers were answered because Faith is that and more. She’s sweet and beautiful even if I say so myself. And I do.

 

There are more pictures on Facebook and I will put up more, too.

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=25012240

http://www.facebook.com/tracey.mcgill.7

 

Peace.

Curio’s Past, Shhh.