Nov 7, 2018 – WOW

I haven’t posted for quite some time because I was limited in what I could say because of my brother. There are people trolling the web who take words and twist them into negativity.

I married the most wonderful man last Christmas Day! Things are going extremely well, with work of course! Hey, we’re both old and set in our ways!

Sheldon & BZ exchange rings

Right now, my sister Karen Zarska Styer, is in Kitale, Kenya helping the beautiful people there to understand the purpose of the sanctuary. I have a Facebook page up and running and I will be shortly starting a website so the people that are not on Facebook can enjoy the daily updates, both message and photos.

After Karen leaves on the 15th, there are two wonderful ladies, Meg and Denetra, who will landing in Nairobi the day after Karen leaves. We will continue posting their experiences and their photos. Stay tuned…

Here’s the Facebook link:

2016 Vacation

Jun16'2Sheldon took 2 weeks off work (the 1st in 30 yrs) and we drove back east to see my folks. It’s a 2-day, 1200 mile drive, a great way to see how 2 people work together. We left with Jaylee (Dachshund) on the Thursday before Labor Day. We stopped (wisely) just east of Indianapolis. After a relaxing time in a motel, we drove the rest of the way. We got there in time for Sheldon to fix Mother’s electric piano before sundown.  Continue reading

Stella Gets a Bath

stellaHeadBathing a cat is as exciting as it sounds! Typically, I don’t bathe my cats but Stella has eating issues. I think she was deprived of food in her childhood. As a result, she doesn’t have a “stop eating” switch in her little brain.


Wet Clean Stella

Oh, for heaven’s sake, she’s a Fat Girl!! She’s so fat that she can’t clean herself properly. Her fur starts getting greasy and she starts pulling it out all over the house. I’m sick of picking up wet little bunches of cat hair! Today was the day for cat bathing.

I’m terribly sorry about the photos. I suppose I didn’t hold the phone steady. Anyway, I survived the bath with no bloody scratches; Stella lived, although her vocal protest told a different story. I think she has forgiven me for torturing her because she came to the food bowl, not to eat but to make sure I hadn’t stolen it.


Stella is dry