Life with Lilly: Five Years Later

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Today we are celebrating five years with our sweet little ball of fur, Lilly. I can honestly say that I can’t imagine life without her and I can’t remember life before her. She is one of the sweetest, loving animals I have ever met and filled with so much personality. Spend five minutes with her and you know exactly what I’m talking about. Much like a dog, she greets us at the door when we get home. She follows me around everywhere I go. When I run, she runs with her bell jingling on her collar. When I talk to her she responds with little, and sometimes not so little, meows. She wakes me up in the morning when I sleep through my alarm. She cuddles on my lap and purrs for hours. She loves to watch me knit and on occasion I will run out of yarn because she has chewed off a piece for herself. She loves to play and even wags her tail when you pet her. She has filled our hearts with so much love.


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Five years ago, she was a foster cat with Tigerlily Cat Rescue in Metro Detroit. We wandered into to PetSmart for dog food and made our habitual trip past the cats. She was there and up for adoption at the time. That’s about all it took to steal out hearts. As we walked past and she got our attention. She was meowing at us and rubbing up against the glass looking for some love. We loved her, but went on our way. After leaving we couldn’t stop talking about her. We went back to see her the next night and decided to apply to take her home. A few short days later we brought her home and the rest is history. I wrote about the whole experience and then some here.

As sweet as she is, this cat is a trip. When I say she has personality, I mean she has PERSONALITY.  Bold that and underline it three times. I love her to pieces for it. I also can’t remember the last time I got a full night’s sleep. I’ve been working hard to break her of waking us up for attention during the night. We have evening play sessions to tire her out and I try to keep her up as much as I can during the day. This seems to be working, however, as soon as the sun rises it is time to go. She wants me up, wants me up right now. Her new thing is batting me in the face as soon as my alarm starts to go off. It’s terribly annoying, yet effective. It’s hard to sleep with a cute little fur ball IN YOUR FACE. I can hear her purring in my ear before I even open my eyes. I’m not a morning person and waking up is a gradual process for me. I hit the snooze button a lot. It’s a process. A process that she doesn’t care for or tolerate. Her morning wake up call is actually starting to grow on me. I’ve been getting up earlier and actually getting a little more done because of it. Thanks, Lil.

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Life has been an adventure with her and we’re loving every second. Read more stories about this fur ball in my Life with Lilly blog series.

Have you adopted a pet before? I’d love to hear your stories!

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Life with Lilly: The Spring Cleaning Series

Last weekend I spent sometime weeding out old clothes from my closet. It’s almost spring in Michigan, and I say almost because at some point it has to stop snowing, and that means it’s time for spring cleaning. I decided to get a jump on it this year, maybe to give the world a hint we’re done with winter. Like, really done. We’re 3 inches of snow away from being hands down the worst winter on record, and I think I can honestly speak for everyone when I say we are ready for spring.

Somehow every year during the winter months our house becomes so cluttered with stuff. I don’t know how this happens exactly or where it all comes from, but low and behold every spring we have a porch full of items to donate to Goodwill. Does anyone else experience this phenomenon?

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This year, Lilly of course, got involved. She is a very involved pet. While Linus snoozes on the rug next to me, she is in my face. Most of the time I feel my way through a task because I cannot actually see what I’m trying to do, instead all I can see are whiskers and fur. For some reason she really loves to “help me” wash dishes and open the mail, which means that she mostly likes to get in the sink and sit on the mail, but I like to think that’s her brand of helping. So to help me clean out my closet she decided the best place she could possibly be was on top of the donation pile. I make a new pile, she gets on top of it. I relocate her to an equally comfy spot, she is immediately back on the pile. After about five minutes of that game I gave up and just let her stay there.

Pick your battles 🙂

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Life with Lilly: The Cat Grass Series

life-with-lilly-cat-grassLike most cats, our sweet little bundle of fur loves more than anything else to go outside and eat the grass. Sometimes before I can even open the door enough to walk through she is out the door, down the stairs and off into the backyard like a speeding bullet. I like to give her as much time as possible outside when the weather is nice because I know how much she loves it. This time is supervised, meaning I sit outside and watch her like a hawk. Why? Because she is bad, that’s why. She has discovered that she can climb up under our back porch deck and hide there without me being able to get to her. It is her favorite place to be. Let’s face it, if I was her I’d do the exact same thing. It has to be similar to finding a cozy little hiding spot when you were a kid and claiming it as your own. Getting her back from under the deck usually results in me bribing her out with cat nip and treats. That works about 50% of the time. The rest of the time is on her schedule. This could take a few minutes or an hour, it really just depends on how sassy she is feeling that day.

lilly-cat-grass1During the winter months, as an alternative to going outside, I’ve started a little window sill garden for her. We have a pot of cat nip, which is devoured immediately upon spouting, and two rotating pots of cat grass. We have two pots of grass so that one is constantly growing while she is working on destroying the other one. I say destroy because she mostly likes to rip the grass out of the pot and drop it on the counter. It goes like this: she rips it out, drops it and then death stares at it like she can’t believe it had the nerve to come up out of the dirt. At this point, it’s dead to her. See below.

lilly-cat-grass4This is fairly new system I’ve implemented for her that seems to be working out quite well for both of us. It takes her a few days to completely decimate the first pot, which is about as long as it takes for a new pot to sprout up. It’s a never ending cycle of destruction, just the way she likes it. The more I please her during waking hours, the less she torments all of us in our sleep. More on that a different day.

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Life with Lilly

If you don’t already know, we adopted a cat from a local shelter in 2009, named Lilly. You can read about that (and then some) here. She is sweet and cute and absolutely fully of personality. So full of personality in fact, that I’ve decided to start a little column here on the blog to share some of her stories with you, called Life with Lilly. It’s mostly going to be funny photos of her non-sense and shenanigans. And here it goes..

 

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One thing I love more than Nate Berkus is Target, put them together and you’ve got a winning combination in my book. We purchased this basket to keep our mail in and our counter top tidy, but upon bringing it home, it was immediately reclaimed (along with everything in it) as a miniature sized cat bed, or maybe she is just an over-sized cat. You can find her here at any given point during the day. Need something out of that basket? You’re going to have to wait your turn. My favorite thing about this situation is that half of her body doesn’t even fit and you know she cannot be that comfortable. But still, it’s hers and she loves it.