Traveling companions

My daughter and her boyfriend, who now live in SC, spent the Christmas week in Ft. Walton Beach, FL. at his parent's house (temp 70 degrees). They drove down last Friday with the cat and dog in tow. She said it was a pretty uneventful trip. The dog is used to traveling by car and plane. The kitten isn't even one yr old yet, but he didn't seem to mind; after all - he had his best friend, the dog, with him. When they arrived they realized that the 2 older cats that already lived there, were out to kill the new arrivals that had invaded their territory. So, the whole family has spent the entire week keeping the older cats away from the kitten and dog. So far there has only been one major encounter and since "Mom" was able to intervene, the kitten survived.

One thing in the "newbies" favor: one of the older cats decided to climb atop an unstable stack of Christmas presents and all crashed to the floor, leaving the cat limping badly. A trip to the emergency vet ensued and the older cat had xrays where they discovered a bone had broken away from the joint. One cat down and out of commission for awhile.

Don't know how this story will end, since I believe my daughter is staying through New Year's day, but now "my grandkids"?? only have one adversary to deal with. Hopefully all will arrive home safely and intact.

. . . . to be continued.

Stress

So many things have happened in my life in the past 6 months, I can't even begin to explain.
So I won't. Explanations are not needed here; they can go on and on and tend to be very boring for the listener. I will say, though, that for all the stress my life has brought me, I've lost about 15 lbs. without even trying! That's part of the good news.

The bad news is, I chose to give up ALL my dogs - sold some, had one put to sleep and gave the rest away. This was not an easy decision, believe me! (hence the stress) The one I had put down was 14 yrs old and had major stomach problems: it was time. I'd had him since he was a puppy when I found him wandering the streets of Whiteland. He had a very good life with me, as did all my dogs.

More good news: After three months with no dogs - I've got 3 of my dogs back and may get one more back, eventually. I'm fine with this decision. I read once that a person who "hoards" animals was mentally unstable and that kind of scared me. Me, mentally unstable? Although, no one has ever said that to me, I began to think that maybe people did see me that way. Personally, I don't think I was hoarding dogs but I was living my life just to serve my dogs. It seemed like all I did was buy dog food and pay vet bills and clean up after them all. (In the past 15 months at any given time, I've had anywhere from 9 to 13 dogs.)
Overwhelmed? Yes. Crazy? I don't think so.
I just love animals and wish I could give all the homeless ones, a home.