Losing Lolly


This is all we have left of our cat Lolly, after the new neighbour’s 2 dogs broke through our fence and killed our Lolly. 9 weeks ago, our elderly 17 1/2 year old cat Lolly was asleep in our backyard. The 2 dogs broke through our fence, I believe trying to get my 2 dogs who were outside toileting not long before, but instead grabbed Lolly. They picked her up in their mouths, ran around the whole of our yard, carrying Lolly like a rag doll in their mouth. By the time my Mum heard noises outside and went out to investigate, Lolly was already dead and bleeding profusely from bite marks and wounds on her frail body.

Lolly was 17 1/2 years old. She suffered with hyperthyroidism which we had recently begun to get under control, and also arthritis and partial deafness, all conditions which effect elderly cats. She had no way of being able to escape these savage dogs that broke into our yard, on the hunt. We hope due to her bad hearing, she may not have been able to even hear them coming to get her, and we hope that she passed before she even realised what was happening to her. We can’t imagine what she would have gone through in her final minutes here on earth. At nearly 18 years old, she definitely did not deserve for her life to be ended in such a vicious and unprovoked way. She was sleeping in our yard which was meant to be safe for her.

Our neighbours have shown little remorse for the actions of their dogs, or their own ability to safely control and keep 2 vicious dogs inside on their own property. They have taken no responsibility and instead have blamed us and Lolly for what has happened and for other things. Those dogs broke through our fence and were still in our yard when the pound man arrived, yet according to them, it’s all our fault.

Due to council laws, these 2 savage dogs have since been returned to their owners after having to spend 1 night in the pound until the owner paid the fines. They have been declared dangerous, but the owners don’t agree with this and have hired a solicitor to try and fight the conditions which this now entails. These dogs are still running freely around their yard, yet according to the dangerous dogs act, they should not be. The local council has ineffective laws to deal with savage dogs like this, and the owners of these dogs have more rights than we do. We face anxiety every time we step out our back door, afraid that these dogs will once again be running around our backyard, waiting to attack us, or even worse to attack my 2 small dogs, my lovely girls, as they go outside to toilet. I will no longer let my girls in the backyard, because it’s far too dangerous for them. Now my girls only get to go outside in the front part of the yard, but not for too long, because if those 2 dogs were to come running back in our yard again, there would be no chance of me being able to save them.

Local council laws need to change and be tougher and they need to be the same laws across the whole state. There should be consequences for these dogs and their owners instantly. We should not have to wait until a person gets seriously injured or killed before something gets done. A cat is a beloved family member and should have the same rights when it is killed, the same what a dog or a person would have.

We are sorry Lolly, we are trying our hardest for you, but no one seems to care.





To my sweet girls…

My precious girls, where has the time gone?

Matilda, it was 11 years ago since you were a little puppy. You were my first puppy love. You had the most soft and silky ears that smelled like puppy milk. I finally had my own Cavalier King Charles Spaniel puppy, a girl of course, so I could put pink bows in those gorgeous long ears. You were such a good puppy, full of energy to run and play with your toys and to chase me with. You soon earned the nickname Petal, after having your crazy puppy hour after I came home from work. You ran and chased and kept jumping up on me. I had to tell you to “settle petal”, and soon the name Petal stuck.

You loved to say hello to everybody, especially more so when you knew you were going to get pats. I could see your confusion, after you wagged that feathery tail of yours ferociously at an approaching person, only to have them walk straight past you, without as much as a glance your way.

Soon you were growing up, and we succeeded in toilet training, when neither of us were sure of what we were doing. Your first birthday was marked with a mini party, and a party hat you decided you would rather chew then keep on your head. I was so in love with you, I wanted more many Cavs.


I found Lucy, 9 years ago. Due to a change in circumstances, her potential new owners could no longer take her, and she became mine. It was meant to be. While you both came from the same breeder – but to different parents, you were soon Matilda’s sister.  You were only 6 weeks old and so much smaller than chubby puppy Matilda ever was, when you arrived. At first you assumed this bigger Cavalier must have been your new mum, and tried ever so hard to suckle from her. Matilda had no idea what was happening and would run to me for comfort. None the less, Matilda was very interested in you. You soon realised Matilda wasn’t your mum and became best friends.

You were mesmerised by the camera when I took photos of you and would happily pose for photos, transfixed by the zoom lens. You had the most  beautiful puppy smell, right behind your neck. Soon you too were growing so quickly, loving everyone and the cats. This time around, toilet training was a breeze. You relied on Matilda a lot, but Matilda was the perfect big sister, brave and caring for you.

You both soon became known as “the girls”. I had two girls to put pretty bows in their ears. You were both young and happy. Hearing things about arthritis, senior dogs and Mitral Valve Disease wasn’t given a second thought. I didn’t need to worry about that yet, we had plenty of time before there was even a chance of that happening. Yet time quickly passed and years later, here we are. A trip to the heart specialist last year, after the local vets found both girls to have heart murmurs, confirmed the worst. Both Matilda and Lucy had Mitral Valve Disease – the Cavalier Curse.

While Matilda’s heart wasn’t as bad, being given a life expectancy of at least 1 – 3 years, the shock was Lucy being given only 6 months. Lucy you were only 8 years old, far too young to leave me, still a young dog really. I could envision you quickly slipping away from me and Matilda in only a few short months. I suppose it made sense, you having the worst heart: you always did have the big heart, full of love for everyone. While we didn’t have much time left I had to try and make it special for you, and for Matilda. The pet pram soon became your royal carriage for both you girls. When you had walked far enough, you could enjoy being pushed further in your pram.

Nearly a year later, you are both still here with me. Medication has been wonderful for you, even if we have to follow Mary Poppins advice of “a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down”, and dip your tablet in honey to ensure you swallow it. While Lucy’s condition hasn’t really progressed any further, thank goodness, Matilda was diagnosed as being at the same stage as Lucy, at our recent appointment with the heart specialist. I don’t know how much longer we have together, before you both suffer from congestive heart failure, all due to a dodgy heart valve and bad breeding practices, many decades ago.

I don’t know how the next few months, hopefully years, will progress for both of you. I know that however much time we have left together, it’s not going to be long enough. I know I hate going to work each day and leaving the both of you at home, and also the cats. Time could be much better spent, at home with you. I hope we all enjoy the time we have left together. In two weeks time, we are taking you to the beach. I hope we will all be happy and free to enjoy our time, frolicking on the beach together. It would be great if you both were brave enough to go in the water a little bit this time, for my benefit. I would love to be able to see what you both look like when you swim and if you can swim.

In the mean time, let’s continue loving one another and enjoy our time together. When the time comes, on those terrible days, when you both will earn your angel wings, I take comfort in knowing that Angel Kitty Mickey is waiting for at the Rainbow Bridge, where one day we will all be reunited, with lots of love, hugs, kisses, pats and joy all shared between us, at last.

I love you girls,


A new look


I’ve got a pretty new picture to go with my blog, thanks to André Yonge. Internet friends are great, especially when they have a pretty picture on their own blog https://howlingatthescreen.home.blog. So I admired Lucy’s gorgeous werewolf and she was able to hook me up with her lovely and amazingly talented friend André who was happy to do me a wonderful picture. He even surprised me by including my 2 girls (dogs) Matilda and Lucy running along the water’s edge. I’m very impressed with the end results and I hope you are too.

Stop Texting Me Clive Palmer!



I received this text message from Clive Palmer’s United Australia Party yesterday, the 2nd text in a week from them. Apparently it’s legal for them to obtain my number from the electoral roll to send bizarre messages. At least this one was mentioning a part of the state that I don’t even live in. But what can one say to a message like this? #bizarre

Move along Clive, you are just wasting your texts on me.

Christmas Expectations

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It’s only November but already companies are doing their best in getting us to buy up for Christmas. Christmas decorations are on display throughout shopping centres, Christmas carols are blasting out from speakers, and signs with the tagline “make it the best one yet”, are shoved in our faces.

News reports say we will each spend an average of $1000 on Christmas presents this year, an increase on the amount spent last year. Who are these people who can afford to spend that much money on Christmas presents? It’s certainly not me. I hope the person who spends the rest of my share of the average, spends it on something pleasurable; like books or cats, or both.

There seems to be a certain expectation that we have to have the most magical Christmas ever; making sure we spend up big on presents that our loved ones desperately want, while also dishing up the most delicious Christmas feast, with the best in season food, laid out on the perfectly set table filled with matching dishes and cutlery.

In real life, this does not happen. This is far from the truth for many people. Even if you think they have it perfect on all the Christmas TV episodes and movies, remember the McCallister’s in Home Alone? They managed to go away for their Christmas holiday and forget to take their 8 year old son with them.

In reality, this Christmas, there will be a lot of people isolated by themselves, having just another day. Families with no presents to give to each other. Families suffering because their loved ones are no longer there with them to celebrate and who can’t find the joy in the day. There will be people who dread Christmas Day and what it means, having to deal with families, knowing that the day will only end badly. There will be many people too anxious and too depressed to even be able to manage to get out of bed that day, even if it is Christmas. In our society, there are also many religions and cultures who won’t even celebrate Christmas.

I think it’s time to forget the expectation. The expectation of having “the perfect Christmas”. Let’s forgo the stress beforehand and the guilt afterwards. Let’s forget about the coulda’s, shoulda’s, woulda’s. Let’s forget all that. Let’s decide how we want to, or not want to, celebrate Christmas. We can choose to do things our way.

Who says Christmas has to be perfect? Just a whole lot of companies trying to make money, that’s who.




It’s nearly Christmas time which mean it’s time for Share The Dignity’s annual drive #itsinthebag, where you fill a handbag with sanitary products and essentials for women experiencing homelessness and escaping from domestic violence, over the Christmas season. It’s such a wonderful cause and I have been donating since it started a few years ago.

Share The Dignity has been established for a few years now in Australia. Founder Rochelle Courtenay read an online article on MamaMia  about homeless women resorting to use paper towels and going without sanitary products as they could not access anything else while being homeless. Soon after, Rochelle started the charity which has resulted in collection drives for pads and tampons in April and August, installing free vending machines with pads and tampons in locations where they are most needed, and other initiatives.

This year I donated 2 teen bags and 4 adult bags.  I hope those who receive them will love them and know how much they matter.


Bags again this year can be dropped off at any Bunnings store, Australia wide until December 2nd.