Weekend Onesie: Catching Up With The Crew

Weekend Onesie: 

Catching Up With The Crew

Hi. It's been awhile since I've shared anything of a personal nature. So, I thought I would start with the easy stuff... all the four legged wonders which have been populating my days and nights. 

Yes, it's time to catch up with my own personal pussy posse!

The photo above was taken by The Boyfriend last fall. He is also the one responsible for all the labels attributed to each of our feline wards. 

Boomer

"Bully"

Oh, my. Boomer truly is a bit of a bully. He loves nothing more than to intimidate, taunt, chase, and physically attack all the other residents at Casa de Demasiados Gatos, all the while looking like the hobo cat he was prior to coming indoors. With all the flair and dare of a pirate, he continues to annoy and disturb any being travelling through his self-proclaimed high seas. 

I think he's a sweetie, just misunderstood. He wasn't socialized correctly. When he has Mr. Beasley in a headlock and is chomping on the top of his head? What he's really saying is, 'I love you.' 

Whenever I go into the bathroom, Boomer follows. This is his opportunity to get unlimited pets and face scrubbings. Outside of the few times he's hopped on the bed and I've given him some chin scratches, this is the only time I get to hear him purr. 

He remains very food centric. I don't think we'll ever convince him there will always be more food. He must eat all the food... now!

And he likes to try and get outside. The times he is successful, he roots around in the dirt under our back porch and never goes far. In fact, if he comes out from under the porch on his own, he will immediately plop over onto his side and lay there until you pick him up and put him back in the house. It's his way of surrendering to the authorities.

Boomer is a very curious fellow. He likes to be right on top of anything that is being done which is new to him. We can tell he's trying to process something because he tilts his head back and forth as if to ask, 'What is this? What is this?' 

He's very drawn to people food. Loves anything that goes 'crunch'. He also has a weird fixation when it comes to condiments. 

Despite his FIV, he remains incredibly healthy. 

He is a huge bruiser of a cat. 

Momma Rose

"Whiner"

Well, if you were the only girl in a house filled to the rim with guys, you'd whine, too. And Momma Rose does... at every opportunity. If another cat even looks at her, she gets upset. She is such a tiny girl and very pretty... but very very crabby. She seeks out a lap all the time, but does not share well. 

Health-wise, we have been very lucky - there hasn't been even a hint of any kidney issues. She continues to have tons of energy and sass. We know for a fact that she does not miss her kittens. Our youngest, Mr. Beasley, will try and cuddle with her and, when she is receptive, she spends her time alternating between grooming him like a Momma and biting him hard so he goes away.

She tolerates Tuxedo and Theo the best, though I frequently wonder if she wouldn't be happier being an 'only' cat.

LeRoy

"Aloof"

LeRoy continues to rule over the roost, though his attitude seems to be one of 'to each their own'. When it comes to mealtime, he is the loudest, calling our attention to the hour with his mighty 'mew'. Like Glenn Close, he will not be ignored! Unfortunately for us, he is terrible when telling time and often begins his call for dinner a full hour before mealtime.

I think he may resent all the other cats. He spends most of his time ignoring them as best he can. Mr. Beasley loves to tease him, but he's not having it. With a raised warning paw and a definite hiss, he will walk away. 

On occasion, I will pick up one of the cat toys - the stick with a string with a fake mouse attached - and I will catch site of the LeRoy of old - engaged, playful. But the moment Mr. Beasley gets involved, that interest is extinguished and he will walk away sulking. 

His sinus issues are truly horrible. But there's nothing we can do about them, but clean up after him and take the occasional tissue to his nose. 

While I think he, like Momma Rose, would prefer to be an only cat, I suspect he would miss all the activity the others bring to the table.

Mr. Beasley

"Dork"

Mr. Beasley remains a kitten. He loves sitting on the BF's lap and they are a truly bonded couple. He tolerates me, but barely. He's the most playful of the bunch - tons of energy, which attracts Boomer's attention the most. Once engaged, he frequently finds himself on the losing end of that equation, with Boomer holding him down and biting him like a big bully. 

Cat toys continue to fascinate him, as he is the most-likely to chase after whatever toy is tossed. 

He also possesses the loudest purr, especially when on the BF's lap. It's fun to watch him walk over and plop himself down on whatever part of the BF's body is most available. 

He also really and truly wants Momma Rose to mother him, but, as I mentioned, Momma Rose's maternal instincts have taken a permanent hiatus. 

I keep waiting for more of a personality to emerge, but I think he's really just a little no-mind, content just to go with the flow and seize whatever the moment offers.

Theo

"Slut"

I don't think Theo is a slut; he simply likes butt scratches - lots of butt scratches. He will go out of his way if he thinks he can get you to give him a scratch. He is the oldest of the pack and as small as Momma. There's really nothing to him - he weighs nothing. I have taken to scooping him up and cradling him like a baby which he enjoys for about 20 seconds.

His favorite place is on the bed, on his furry grey blanket. Anytime I fix the bed and place this blanket like a cat bed on the BF's side of the bed, I will soon find Theo there, all curled up and sleeping. 

He possesses a very quiet personality and I appreciate it. 

He would make an excellent librarian. 

As long as there were butt scratches.

Tuxedo

"Tsundere"

Tsundere - a Japanese term for a character development process that depicts a character with an initially harsh personality who gradually reveals a warmer, friendlier side over time. This suits Tuxedo to a 'T'. I have never met a more discerning animal. His gaze is intense and a bit of a warning to be heeded. 

That said, he is fixated on me. I think it was all the time we spent getting to know each other while he lived on my front stoop for two years. He adores being an inside cat, but has been very cautious never to take up too much room. Like other tuxedo cats I have known, he stands apart and rarely engages. When he does engage? Things can get intense. He really, really likes me. And I quite demonstrative and demanding when he wants some attention. The BF and I both adore the way he talks to us. Of all the residents at Casa de Demasiados Gatos, he has the largest vocabulary. I particularly like the way he seeks me out with his "merrrow?" which ends in a question mark, as if enquiring 'where the hell are you guys?' 

He gets quite worked up at times and that is problematic because I am never sure what it is he wants. He will start kneading a blanket, then marching with all four feet going, while angrily meowing at me. If I try to pet him, he gets angry, but he also doesn't want me to ignore him. The BF thinks its because he really, really likes me and doesn't know how to express it. He's not a cuddler, except at night when I go to sleep. Then he comes and curls into me and we spoon throughout the night. 

He gets along with all the cats, even Momma, who gives him the occasional kiss. 

He also spends a lot of time alone and is very stationary. This has caused him to become the roundest of sons. In fact, if I saw him on the street today, I would swear he was cooking a batch of kittens in his tum tum. 

Of all the cats we've rescued, I am proudest of Tuxedo. That he is safe, well-fed, and happy means a great deal to me personally. He's the reason I still keep two little warming houses out on the porches and food and water in a heated dish all winter - just in case there is another needy little soul out there who recognizes a good thing when he sees it.

Winston

"Newest Arrival"

We learned about an abandoned cat - the people had moved in early spring of 2023 and left him to his own devices. The lady next door fed him all summer, but, because her cat wouldn't tolerate another cat, she couldn't take him in. Winter was fast approaching and she reached out on one of the neighborhood sites and asked if anyone could take him in. The Ex went and got him and the BF and I isolated him on our heated sun porch while waiting for a vet appointment. He came back with a clean bill of health and struck us both as an easily adoptable cat. 

Turned out we needn't have looked far.

A void had been created in The Ex's world. The newly-christened 'Winston' turned out to be the perfect fit to fill it. 

Winston is a great cat. Beautiful, large, polite, and he goes with any décor. He is perfect and perfect for The Ex, who no longer has to stress about getting home to let dogs out. 

Winston loves toys and plays with them all. He loves food. And is simply a really cool cat. I love how he loafs on the cat tree watching birds or in his bed on the couch. The Ex has gone all out, providing his new love with tons of toys and things to keep him occupied. 

I think Winston landed in the best of places. 

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The sad news. 

I lost two dear friends in the fall of 2023. 

Pepper

First, my Mom's Jack Russel, Pepper passed away. It was a long, lingering thing and my Mom just couldn't accept that Pepper's time had come. It was very sad to see her go, as she was the last living link my Mom had to my Dad. During my Dad's final years, Pepper and her brother Billy were glued to my Dad's sides like sentinels, daring death to come and take him. My Mom has now been without an animal in the home for just over a year, and while it has given her more freedom, I think she misses the companionship. She has recently mentioned that she may be interested in getting a cat. Or a monkey.... she would really like a monkey.

Hercules

A year ago, September - although it seems like ancient history to me now, I was on my way to celebrate a friend's birthday - we had reservations and the whole thing - when The Ex called and told me that our Hercules had suffered some kind of seizure, was yelping in pain, and unable to walk. Hercules suffered from Cushing's disease and it had reached a critical stage.

I canceled my plans and went to see Hercules. During the hour he regained use of his front legs and eventually his back one's too, but I knew that if he had yowled in pain before, he would soon again. The Ex called an in-home vet who specialized in helping people say good-bye to their pets. 

I spent the hour waiting for the vet to arrive in the backyard with Herc. It was a beautiful day and the sun seemed especially sweet. When he would stumble, I would rush and pick him up assuring him it would all be okay. 

I never let him go. 

I held him when the vet gave him something to put him to sleep and immediately returned to the backyard. I placed him on the ground and allowed him to pee on more time and walk around. At the first sign that the meds were taking effect, I scooped him up and cradled him in my arms. I wanted him to feel the sun on his face and body for as long as possible. When his eyes closed for the last time, I waited awhile before going back inside for the finale. 

I continued to hold him and felt the moment life left his body. I took his favorite blanket and wrapped him up in it and carried him to the vet's vehicle where I placed him in a basket for his final ride. 

Herc was the sweetest dog. Dumb. But just a sweetie. I like that he was not smart. He lived to please. And he was one of the reasons I made it through the COVID crisis. We went on daily walks. I miss his face.

He also represented the last link between The Ex and I. Our family of dogs... six in all - they were now all gone. We both agreed - no more dogs. It had simply become too hard to say good-bye.

The loss of Hercules hit me hard. I lost interest in everything. Music - practicing was like pulling teeth. I didn't want to play games. I felt lost. It really wasn't until this spring that I found my footing again. 

Grief is a weird companion. It never really speaks to you, yet you wear it like a shroud. It is everywhere and everything, coloring all it touches.

I think I was probably grieving a lot of things at once. With retirement, I lost my identity, my pattern of life. With Hercules' death, I had to also grieve a nearly thirty-year relationship with The Ex which had undergone such a gradual transformation that I hardly felt its sting - until the day I did. 

I grieved the fact that I was no longer a dog owner. I grieved the passage of time and all the change that came with it. I had to come to terms with loss, one I couldn't really quantify, for it felt like it had no parameters. 

I got it all mixed up.

And I didn't want to share it with anyone.

So, I shut down for a while. I wrote. I went through the motions of what was expected of me, or tried to. But joy seemed out of reach. 

Anger, on the other hand? That was not in short supply. I became explosively reactive. Little things. Stupid things, would set me off. 

With the dawn of last spring... I got better. I began to feel better. 

I'm still getting better.

I remain unsure of everything... 

But then, such is life.

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Pet ownership is a fulltime affair.

Please consider your income and lifestyle before adopting a pet.

Pets are not disposable. They are family. They require your time.

- uptonking from Wonderland Burlesque

And So It Goes - Billy Joel

Wednesday's Question Of The Day: Most Expensive Purchase

Wednesday's Question Of The Day: 

Most Expensive Purchase

Hump day? Well, I'll give you something to ponder.

Yes, it's time for Wednesday's Question Of The Day.

Each Wednesday, a new question to give you the opportunity to do a bit of self-examination.  Think of it as a way of getting to know all about you and a chance to learn a little more about me. 

That's right. You know me; spill that tea! For I am the king of over-sharing!

Oh, and please leave your responses in the comments section. 

Why, think of this as a little blogging kiki!

Okay! Ready, set... 

Here's today's question:

Aside from real estate or a vehicle, 

what’s the most expensive thing you’ve ever purchased?

So, I am not one of those people who consider animals property.

But the health of two of them? 

The most expensive thing I've ever purchased.

In a way, it was purchasing life - for them. They were brought into mine and I felt I owed it to them to be the best owner I could possibly be. So, when the chips were down and it was make or break time... my commitment didn't waver because of the price tag attached.

Did I do the right thing?

Yes.

One is still with me. Mama Rose. Her vet bills, when all was said and done, exceeded $4,000. 

She's the tiny mama cat who came walking down a tree branch as we were rescuing her kittens. They were all so skinny. And you could tell by the way she sauntered over to the kennel where two of her kittens were waiting that she was ready to surrender. I believe Mama was a feral kitten who got pregnant way too young. Providing nourishment for her four kittens took a toll on her health.  

Shortly after the kittens had been adopted, in December, she became quite ill and required hospitalization. It became very expensive, very quickly, but I felt I couldn't deny her a chance at a good life. Fortunately, it all turned out well and she got to come home with us once her kidney levels returned to normal. She only has one good kidney which is running at 10% - just enough to ensure a good life. Because of the expense involved - and the possibility that there may come a time when we have to do it all again - we felt we couldn't adopt her out. It was a possible financial burden that I didn't entrust to anyone else. 

She's a love. And I wouldn't trade her for all the money in the world. 

And then there was Beau, my first pup, a little Chihuahua who gave my life purpose when such a focus was needed. I spotted him in front of a Menards - cutest thing I'd ever seen. I told them I was going to go into the store, make a couple of purchases and would be back. However, when I got back, an older woman who'd recently lost her dog, wanted him. I gave her my phone number in case things didn't work out. They didn't. I got the call and went and picked him up. When I climbed into my Bronco, I set him on my lap and told him that he never had to worry about anything, that I would always take care of him. 

We began vet care. During the deworming process, something odd began to occur; he would walk backwards. He couldn't control it. He'd have such a look of panic on his face. Then he would have a seizure. It was heartbreaking. The second time it happened, I called my Mom, who was living 45 minutes away, and asked her to help me get him to a vet. The original vet said there was nothing they could do and suggested we go to the U of M. $5,000 later, we still had no idea what was wrong with my little guy. He had one more episode. And then... grew out of it. 

I adored him. Took him everywhere I could. He was a love. He had issues with his legs and, at the age of sixteen, eventually twisted his back so badly that we had no choice but to put him down. It broke my heart. But we did have sixteen good years. 

And... I would do it all again.

Will, I guess. 

Money doesn't mean much to me. I mean, yes, you need to cover the basics, but the rest? I never want. And I have no needs. And, yes, there are those who would say there are probably better ways that money could be spent. 

But not in my eyes. 

People do it for their children all the time. 

And I take pet ownership that seriously. 

I understand that not everybody can... but, at the very least, they should want to.

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Cats And Dogs - The Head and The Heart

Update: Los Principales Destinatarios de la Casa del Novio

Update:

Los Principales Destinatarios de la Casa del Novio

I thought it well past time for an update on the principal occupants of la Casa del Novio.

When last we tuned in, Boomer had just joined the regular cast which included: LeRoy, Theo, Tuxedo, Mama Rose, and Mr. Beasley.

This year, we introduce yet another new cast member, albeit briefly - Babadook.

Babadook

Babdook joined the cast in late spring. When Mr. Beasley joined the cast, he was part of a group of feral cats which included two other kittens - a black kitten and an orange and white kitten. The boyfriend had been keeping his eyes open for the other kittens and when a little black cat began hanging around the house, he decided to set a live trap with a can of tempting smelling cat food. 

It did the trick, and fortunately The Boyfriend was actually watching when he was captured. He was secured on the sun porch, much to the chagrin of the other cast members who would be denied access to its sunlit windows for three months. 

Babdook was terrified of humans - so much so that he developed a habit of peeing whenever put in a cage or kennel. He had the run of the sun porch and adapted rapidly, taking to the litterbox like a pro.

I spent hours with him, coaxing him to come forward with the promise of tasty treats. He responded well, and soon, I was able to pet him while he ate. He lounged in the window sills as I would play piano and sing and seemed to have made himself at home. 

Babadook (Sammy) In His New Home

Three months later, once he was fixed, vaccinated and dewormed, we were able to open the sun porch door. This proved an easy transition; turns out Babadook may distrust humans, but loves other cats. It was then that we were able to see the resemblance between Babadook and Mr. Beasley. They were definitely the same age and most likely brothers. They became fast pals. But then, that was true of Babadook and all his new feline family... except Boomer. 

Boomer had assumed the alpha cat status in the household and was something of a bully. He wanted to play, but the other cats wanted none of it. Babadook, surprisingly put him in his place within moments. And that was the end of Boomer's reign of terror. 

Babadook loves rubbing his head on other cats. In this way, he lets them know that he wants to be friends. The other cats took to him immediately. 

However, it quickly became apparent that Casa del Novio could not possible handle that many feline residents. My youngest sister and her husband stepped up and offered to take Babadook (renamed Sammy) into their home. They had been looking for a companion cat to play with their youngest, a tiny, cute, bob-tailed Lynx Point Siamese named Molly. Molly lives in Cambridge, WI, just outside of Madison, with her sister and brother, Natasha, a tuxedo cat and Boris, a black/brown Maine coon cat. 

As of this writing, Babdook's new owners are in the process of acclimating him to his new environment. I am going to miss the little guy.

It was sad to see him go, but necessary if we wish to continue to rescue feral cats. At this point, we've rescued nine cats, successfully rehoming five of them, with four of them remaining at Casa del Novio.

Boomer

When we last visited Casa del Novio, Boomer had just joined the cast.

He made himself right at home, assuming the alpha cat role, usurping LeRoy's control of the household. Boomer is a bit of a bully. He remains incredibly food-centric, but there is now a controlled interest in all things food-related. He loves sitting on the counter, supervising all meal preparation. He used to try and involve himself, but now sits quietly watching a few inches from the going-ons. He remains curious about what lies in all cupboards and the refrigerator. He also loves following me about the house.

Boomer loves being petted, but, I think due to his size, does not like being picked up. He also will hop on the couch, but has no interest in snuggling... yet.

On Kitchen Patrol

Boomer has a bigger than life personality.

The other cats definitely view him as a bit of an outsider. He leaves LeRoy alone, wants to engage Mama Rose and Theo (who want nothing to do with him,) and does manage to 'play' with Mr. Beasley - although 'play' is not exactly what occurs. Boomer is a big cat. When he 'plays' with Mr. Beasley, he basically places his bulk on top of Mr. Beasley and proceeds to antagonize him with his mouth. Mr. Beasley doesn't mind it too much, but there are limits. 

Caught Stalking

Boomer had met his match, though. Twice. Once Babadook came on the scene, the hunter quickly became the hunted. But even before that event, Boomer did have someone who would play referee/sheriff and interfere when Boomer wouldn't take 'no' for answer. 

Tuxedo

Tuxedo has come out of his shell. He no longer hides under the bed or spends all his hours in the bedroom. He loves hanging out in most of the house, now. His favorite places are the tiny cat beds that dot the dining room table like little islands, the sun porch and... the internet!

Tuxedo's favorite spot? On top of the household modem. We suspect he enjoys the heat it emanates. 

Tuxedo and Mr. Beasley

Tuxedo holds a special place in the household. No one messes with him. He remains above the fray. That said, when Boomer is acting up and not taking 'no' for an answer, Tuxedo will hop down from his perch and let Boomer know that it's time to back off. He does this with a simple warning meow. Whatever that communicates, Boomer is swift to pay attention and do as told. The boyfriend and I have witnessed this on a number of occasions. Boomer may think he's the alpha, but Tuxedo remains the sheriff of Casa del Novio.

Tux remains a bit standoffish, as is the nature of most tuxedo cats. But, I do have hope that this winter he will seek out additional warmth and snuggle with me on the couch. As is, he still sleeps right next to me all through the night when I am there on the weekends. 

Tuxedo remains our roundest of sons and he never fails to melt my heart when he steps forward, meows and wants a bit of physical attention.

Leroy

LeRoy let go of the alpha position in the household readily. I suspect he really was never all that invested in the role. In retirement, he spends his days lounging in the various window sills and sleeping in his favorite tiny cat bed on the dining room table.

He continues to have a special bond with Theo, our Siamese cat and Mama Rose is rather fond of him, in a rather remote, regal manner. 

LeRoy continues to be plagued with sinus issues, which make him quite miserable at times. Sadly, there is nothing that can be done for him. And he has retained one job, leftover from his time as alpha cat... he is the one to remind us when it is time for breakfast and dinner - and he is never tardy.

He continues to seek out The Boyfriend for cuddling and now tolerates it when I pet his back. 

Mama Rose

Mama Rose remains queen bee. And she does not tolerate subjects who do not obey her rules. She spends most of her time in a bed on top of a cat tree in the dining room, or in a small round bed on another cat tree in the dining room, or... on top of the stove. 

Treat time?

When not in sleep mode, the top of the stove has become Mama's go to place. This is because this is where she eats her treats in the afternoon. Whenever I am there, she seems to believe that if she sits on the stove, there remains the possibility of treats.

I Believe Someone Mentioned

There Were Treats To Be Had

The bulk of her time is spent sleeping. If you remember, Mama gave birth to four little ones before she, herself, was even a year-old. This probably further damaged her kidneys that were not well-formed to begin with. So, Mama has earned  her rest. And so far, we have not had any other episodes requiring overnight stays at the E.R.

Sharpening Claws

You may also remember, that when we rescued Mama Rose and her brood, she was a bit malnourished. That is definitely no longer the case; Mama is a very healthy girl.

A Mama Rose Pie

When not sleeping, Mama will groom our youngest, Mr. Beasley. She has a love/hate relationship with Mr. Beasley. She plays Mama cat to him for the most part, though sometimes he brings out the kitten in her. However, she also lets him know that there are limits to her affections. She is definitely out of the having-kittens business, for good.

Theo

Theo remains the most elusive of our pride. He is definitely an observer, who only occasionally chooses to enter the fray. He loves his butt scratches and it has become his habit to seek me out whenever I lift weights in the basement. He seems to believe that this is the optimum opportunity for butt scratches between sets. This remains one of the few times he seeks out any attention. This is one of the reasons that there are fewer photos of him.

Observation Post

His favorite place to hang is in the doorway to the bedroom. From this vantage point he can survey the dining room and some of the kitchen. On rare occasions, he will stealthily stalk one of the other cats in order to pounce. He does not, however, tolerate this behavior in others. Tit for tat? Not this cat.

Mr. Beasley

Last time you saw Mr. Beasley, he was just a slip of a thing. Well, these days he's growing leaps and bounds. He's the common denominator among our feline residents; he's everybody's friend.

He remains the sweetest of cats, generous with the purrs and constantly seeking out human affection. He's definitely The Boyfriend's cat - which is why he will never be rehomed. I don't think the two of them could ever be parted.

He and Babadook took an instant liking to one another and Mr. Beasley enjoyed playing with his brother immensely. We had, at one point, discussed rehoming the two of them together, but that became a moot point, once my youngest sister and her husband came into the picture; they could take one or the other, but not both.

So, Mr. Beasley remains the household favorite. And he relishes his role as the young prince. 

Though Boomer is a bit much to take from time to time.

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And that's all for now.

We'll keep you posted on how things go. 

But, for now... things at Casa del Novio are running pretty smooth.

Please spade and neuter your household pets. We love animals, but there are so many in need of homes, we needn't needlessly bring more into the world. 

Also, please volunteer or contribute to your local animal shelter. They do such an amazing job giving food, safety, and shelter to animals in need. They remain on the frontlines and are a worthy cause, so give generously.

Thanks for reading!

Stray Cat Strut - Stray Cats

Weekend Onesie: Tis The Season Of The Witch

Weekend Onesie: 

Tis The Season Of The Witch

With Halloween right around the corner, I thought it prudent to share this now, so one might prepare properly. 

These things do take time. 

Now, I know several of you already have the most essential accessory for this position - a kitty. Just make sure they are on board with your decision to pursue this before filling out the application form. 

According to the ad, those that complete these courses will be able to practice ESP, project their psychic body, develop self-healing and become a mystic master! 

So, I guess it's a master degree of sorts. Won't that impress them at the office?

And apparently, the rewards are well worth that $3.99. Not only do you you get your name listed in the Academy, you also get the assistance of The Council Of Elders!

If you need further proof of just how effective becoming a witch can be, take a look at those testimonials. J.M. from Ohio used to worry about bills. Suddenly, and inexplicably, he no longer does and has no idea how to explain this phenomena. M.W. of Arizona's husband got the exact job The Council was working for him to get. J.E. from California not only managed to get himself enough cash to purchase a new car but also lend his son-in-law $30! And B.S. of Oklahoma's relationship with her boyfriend has never been better. 

What more proof do you need?

It's all win-win, once you're a witch.

So, don't procrastinate. There's no time like the present. 

Plus, you'll know exactly what to dress up as for Halloween!

Wishing you all the greatest success!

New adventures are just around the corner.

Craft yourself a bit of fun this weekend!

- uptonking from Wonderland Burlesque

W.I.T.C.H - Devon Cole

Season Of The Witch - Donovan