Cute Cat Clips

Wally and Frank keep an eye on the birds in the sewing room.
Clemmy likes to use Frank as a pillow.
Peek-a-boo! I’ve been “quilting in hand” a lap quilt for myself. Of course it’s cat-themed.
Morning snuggles with Frank.
Frank!
My favorite armful 🖤🤍
…wait for it!
Wally and Frank 😂
An original Howard Garrison (if you know, you know) passed down to me from my Mom and a modern piece of moving art – FRANK!
Frank being Frank.
The end.
May God be with you! ❤️, Amy

Summer In Our Own Backyard

Hello Friend! I hope you are well. Summer in the Missouri Ozarks has been mild enough most days that I’ve been able to take the cats outside in their little catio to enjoy some fresh air.  It’s always fun for me to take pictures of the cats, birds, and flowers. The last five pictures are from a special road trip last weekend 👰‍♀️🤵‍♂️💞!

Clemmy in the catio – Honestly, it’s impossible to take a bad picture of this gorgeous girl!
Frank is a study in elegant feline form.
Wally and Clemmy 🖤🤍
Three heads are better than one!
Those preposterous whiskers and bold black stripes… FRANK is such a looker!
Wally has the most darling, long, curly whiskers 😍!!
Clemmy’s whiskers are adorable too!  Her whiskers are more typical for Cornish Rex -wirey, short, curly.
Frank birdwatching from the comfort of the catio.
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Randomly got this shot with Wally’s tongue hanging out, it made me laugh 👅
My little patch of wildflowers has attracted all manner of critters…
… and the flowers are pretty too 😁
A pair of Goldfinches come to the zinnias on and off most days to forage for seeds, they are so light that they barely bend the stalks.
I’ve seen a female Ruby-throated Hummingbird quite often flitting around the various flowers sipping nectar.
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Several butterflies, skippers, and moths frequent the blooms. Yesterday I noticed a rabbit had found his way into the backyard and was nibbling on some leaves.
Northern Cardinal ❤️. He’s a BEAUTY!
Aww, Dad House Finch showing his juvenile son where the snacks are. The young bird’s chest feathers are just starting to turn red, they grow up so fast.
I’ve had a pair of Mourning Doves bring their fledgling to the feeders over the last couple of weeks. I think this is the youngster, I have a hard time telling them apart.
It’s been so fun watching this male Downy Woodpecker grow from a fledgling to a grown up this summer. The cap on his head has slowly turned from brown to red and from a small dot to his whole crown.
Female fledgling House Finch – not my favorite bird, but she is a pretty specimen.
Chipping Sparrow, a plucky little bird 😊
Tufted Titmouse 🩶🤍
Female House Finch coming in for a landing
This little fella is a regular under the feeders
We attended our eldest nephew’s wedding this past weekend in Nebraska. It was such a joy to see them so happy and committed to their future together. We love you John and Riley!
When in Nebraska you go to RUNZA! (We’d never heard of it before but it was good 👍)
Frings – half fries, half onion rings
Cheeseburger Runza
The wedding venue was so picturesque, what a backdrop!

I hope your summer has been safe and happy.  May God be with you! ❤️, Amy

Around Our House

Fledgling male Downy Woodpecker – he was a marvelous creature and I love how he was showing off his wings
White Breasted Nuthatch
Female House Finch
Carolina Chickadee
Tufted Titmouse
The Chipping Sparrows are back!
My sister asked me to make a stuffed dog for her use at work. I went through my fabric scraps and thought these would go together well.
I appliqued the muzzle, nose, and eyes then used a zigzag stitch for the philtrum and mouth.
Aww, he turned out so Adorable 🩷!
After the puppy, I was inspired to use up some more of my mountain of cotton fabric scraps and thought I’d try my hand at book sleeves. This is one of my favorites 🤩
I especially think the pocket is handy AND cute
Whew, I certainly need to go through my scraps more often. I ended up making 49 book sleeves (!) and still have leftovers 🫣
I also had a lot of leftover canvas fabric and wanted to make something useful with it. Fifteen years or more ago my Mom, sister, and I made key wristlets. I decided to try it again and here are the first few I did. I think I ended up with about 25 by the end.
My Dad got a flat of strawberries back in May and shared some with us. My Mom always made strawberry shortcake with homemade pie crust so, of course, I do too.
On Memorial Day, we made the homemade ice cream recipe my Dad always made when I was growing up in the 70s and 80s. It was just as good as I remembered and it was fun to share it with Hubby 💕
Clemmy ❤️
Wally ❤️
Frank ❤️
Cats are cats are cats and cat naps are one of my favorite cat behaviors – so cute 😻
Wally keeping Clemmy close with a tail-wrap 🖤🤍🖤🤍
Beep-boop

May God be with you! ❤️, Amy

Sweet, Sweet May

Hello, friend!  I hope you are doing well. We’ve had a stormy spring in Southwest Missouri. Matter of fact, last week we had SIX confirmed EF-0 tornadoes in and around our city and the region of the Ozarks! Several people had property damage in our area and many trees were uprooted causing road obstructions and damaging electrical lines.  Clean up in our city is ongoing and some are still without power, though they expect it to be fixed in the next few days.  Thankfully, we just had a few branches down and never lost electricity. Tornadoes are a fact of life here and it’s wise to have a healthy respect for them and a safety plan.

On the upside, we’ve had a lot of rain making the leafy forests of the Ozark Mountains look like a lush, green sea. My plants have been thriving with the joy of spring too.

About three weeks ago I noticed a house finch with a yucky eye, a sign of a contagious infection among songbirds that can be passed easily at feeders. So, I took all the feeders down, disinfected everything, and raked the ground under them.  I just put the feeders back up a couple of days ago, I sure missed my little friends and am so happy everyone looks healthy.

House Finch, male
House Finch, female
Common Grackle
The Chipping Sparrows are back for the summer, one of my favorites.
Northern Cardinal, male
Northern Cardinal, female
A pair of robins nested in one of our evergreens in the landscaping near the front door.  I had fun watching them grow up through my binoculars, their Mom and Dad were excellent parents. I saw one of the babies stretching its wings in the nest yesterday and thought they might be close to fledging soon. Sure enough, the nest is empty today!
I made my hubby’s favorite cake earlier in the week. I had put the cake pan on the counter, turned around to get some ingredients out of the fridge, turned back to put them down, and this is what I saw. 😸 (Don’t worry, I washed the pan and Frank got to hang out in the bedroom while I made the cake.)
These three 😻!
It’s a snuggle fest every evening ❤️

May God be with you! ❤️, Amy

Enjoying Spring 2025

Hello, Friend! Spring is here again in the Ozarks.

Under our river birches.
Enjoying an early birthday gift from my sister 🥰. #hammockswing

A few blooms and seedlings around our neighborhood.

The birds are nesting, finding mates, singing, and eating a bit extra this time of year.

White-breasted Nuthatch and White-throated Sparrow
Frank is 7-months old and is in his I’m Cute But Destroy Everything phase 😜.
Wally is our gentle, playful boy.
Clemmy is sweet AND knows how to hold her own with the boys. She’s small but mighty!

I hope you enjoy this change of season wherever you are in the world.  May God be with you!        ❤️, Amy

February from My Window

Hello, Friend!  It’s a balmy 11*F/-11*C in Southwest Missouri with about 8in/20cm of powdery snow on the ground.  I’ve had a lot of birds at the feeders as well as many come by to eat the peanuts I threw out for them to enjoy.  It’s been especially exciting birdwatching because I’ve had two firsts for me, a Yellow-rumped Warbler and a Yellow-bellied Sapsucker 💛!

Yellow-rumped Warbler – a very inventive name 🤭
This little guy is so cute all fluffed out against the cold
He has been at the feeders a lot this week and made it easy for me to get some good shots.
Yellow-bellied Sapsucker – This fella has been at the suet feeder many times the last few weeks but doesn’t seem to like the camera.  Every time I saw him and got the camera ready, he somehow knew and flew off just as I was getting him into focus.  He’s way cool, though and I love seeing him!
A male Downy Woodpecker and the Yellow-rumped Warbler
Starlings are nuisance birds, but when it’s this cold my heart goes out to them.  All of God’s creatures have to eat.  I love his green and purple splotches.
This gorgeous male Red-bellied Woodpecker is a frequent visitor
Look at that beak!
A pair of House Finches – I particularly love House Finches, they are personable, friendly, beautiful, and always sing sweetly.
A pair of Carolina Wrens – they like suet, sunflower seeds, peanuts, and berries
Tufted Titmouse – always on my Top Five Favorite Birds list
White-throated Sparrow – A winter bird in SW Missouri that summers in Canada and the northern USA.  Their song sounds like “Oh Sweet Canada Canada Canada”

No Amy’s Axons post is complete without cats!

Clemmy Clementine is our female Cornish Rex.  Hands down, Clemmy has the cutest little face I’ve ever seen AND is blessed with a sweet, loving, gentle disposition.  She loves to make biscuits and snuggle in our arms or on our laps.  Be glad you’re not her prey, though, because she’s a stone cold killer!  She’s the fastest, highest jumping, most athletic, smartest cat I’ve ever had!
This is Wally Cornwall, Clemmy’s brother.  He is the most affectionate, sensitive, cuddliest, gentlest, funniest, hungriest (😂) cat you could ever hope to meet.  Though he’s not quite as athletic as Clemmy, he’s no slouch and is always ready to play.  He loves to lick our faces, purr in our ears, and be held non-stop.  Wally is in a class by himself!
And last, but by no means least, is FRANK!  He is our five-month old kitten who wandered into our lives on Halloween night as a very sick, injured, 8-week old kitten.  Oh, my, he almost defies description!  Frank is extraordinarily curious and wants to be part of everything you do.  I’ve never had a cat with such an insatiable appetite to play or jump or chase – and if you know anything about the Cornish Rex breed, you know that’s saying something!  But, when he’s not playing or jumping or chasing, he’s sitting on one of our shoulders or lying in one of our arms.  He is always happy and always follows us around.  From the moment we rescued him and every moment since he has endeared himself to us.  He has brought us unbelievable joy and he is a wonderful gift from God!
The sunrise this morning over the snow we got yesterday was beautiful.

Stay cozy!  Thank you for coming by ☺️.  ❤️, Amy

Frank

Hubby and I weren’t sure if we were being tricked or treated when the Kitty Stork landed a very sick, flea-ridden, worm-infested, 8-week old kitten in our laps on Halloween night.  The little tike had apparently ridden into our neighborhood in the engine of a car and was running around between houses trying to find a safe place.  He was super sweet but exhausted and scared.  When God brings such a needy creature straight to your door – you take it in, of course.  As we bathed him to get rid of the fleas, we realized he had sustained some injuries to his nose and mouth from his hitchhiking exploit. (He also has a couple of uncontrollable squirty black stools when washing him up.) So…since there’s no such thing as a “free kitten”, my tenderhearted Hubby spent 3 hours at the emergency animal hospital getting our new boy sorted, not getting home until midnight. 

Awaiting antibiotics, a shot for pain, a bolus of fluid (he was severely dehydrated), a dewormer, some special food, and blood work at the emergency vet hospital.

We named him Frank, put him in the guest bathroom for quarantine, and took turns sitting with him for the next couple of weeks.  He slept and slept for three days straight, only waking to eat, use the litter and PURR as he snuggled and looked into our eyes with soft, slow blinks.

His chin had a big ol’ scab and some puffy proud flesh.  Within less than a week his fleas were gone and so were the worms.  He started perking up, exploring the room, playing with toys, and giving lots of kitty kisses 😘.

Our regular vet saw him and eventually gave us the all clear for him to meet Wally and Clemmy!  They had already met through the bathroom door but we kept their face to face visits short and carefully supervised.  Slowly but surely, Clemmy and Wally made friends with Frank and have continued to help him learn proper cat manners 😉.

The scabs finally fell off and in this photo you can see his injuries were well on the way to healing.

Oh, what a JOY Frank has been!  He is now 14 weeks old and we’ve had him for six weeks.  He has a gorgeous classic tabby pattern and is a looker!!  He loves to be held, follows us everywhere we go, gives lots of kitty kisses, has a sonorous purr, and is a voracious eater.  He plays and plays and plays and plays some more!  He is goofy and funny and sweet and cuddly and adorable…I could gush on and on. 

I took this and the following pictures this afternoon.  It seems like he has grown a noticeable amount every day this last week – he’s getting long and tall!
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He is so cute and floofy 🥰
That face!

Frank LOVES Wally. (Who wouldn’t?!) Frank is growing on Wally (😂).  Seriously, Wally has been extremely tolerant and gentle with Frank, especially since Frank seems to have chosen him as his mentor and roughhousing playmate.  Thanks to Wally, Frank is learning the rules and boundaries of how to interact.

Wally has a gentle, sweet, yet playful nature, he’s such a good boy 🥰!
That nose!

Clemmy has wowed us with her sweet, gentle, loving ways.  She was the first to boop noses and to lie down next to Frank.  Soon thereafter, we noticed she would groom his ears every time she was beside him.  She now licks his face and grooms his neck too.  Mutual grooming is a very important cat bonding behavior and it’s been wonderful to watch Clemmy initiate it with Frank.

Clemmy has such a beautiful face!
Clemmy is inquisitive and sharp as a tack.
Clemmy amid an array of Christmas gifts I haven’t wrapped yet.  She’s stunning 🥰!

Turns out Frank is a real TREAT! I guess the TRICK was how he stole our hearts so quickly❣️

May God be with you!  ❤️, Amy

Anonymous Words

The following is from my daily devotional and attributed to the always eloquent Anonymous.  I pray it blesses you as it did me.

May I never boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, through which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world.                            ~ Galatians 6:14

They were people who were living to themselves.  Their hopes, promises, and dreams still controlled them, but the Lord began to fulfill their prayers.  They had asked for a repentant heart and had surrendered themselves with a willingness to pay any price for it, and He sent them sorrow.  They had asked for purity, and He sent them sudden anguish.  They had asked for meekness, and He had broken their hearts.  They had asked to be dead to the world, and He killed all their living hopes.  They had asked to be made like Him, so He placed them in the fire “as a refiner and purifier of silver (Malachi 3:3), until they could reflect His image.  They had asked to help carry His cross, yet when He held it out to them, it cut and tore their hands.  

They had not fully understood what they asked, but He had taken them at their word and granted them all their requests.  They had been unsure whether to follow Him such a long distance or whether to come so close to Him.  An awe and a fear was upon them, as Jacob at Bethel when he dreamed of”a stairway… reaching to heaven” (Genesis 28:12), or Eliphaz “amid disquieting dreams in the night ” (Job 4:13), or as the disciples when”they were startled and frightened, thinking they saw a ghost” (Luke 24:37), not realizing it was Jesus.  The disciples were so filled with awe, they felt like asking Him either to depart from them or to hide His glory.

They found it easier to obey than to suffer, to work than to give up, and to carry the cross than to hang upon it.  But now they could not turn back, for they had come too close to the unseen cross of the spiritual life, and its virtues had pierced them too deeply.  And the Lord was fulfilling this promise of His to them: “I, when I am lifted up from the earth, will draw all men to Myself” (John 12:32).

Now at last their opportunity had come.  Earlier they had only heard of the mystery, but now they felt it.  He had fastened His eyes of love on them, as He had on Mary and Peter, so they could only choose to follow Him.  And little by little, from time to time, with quick glimmers of light, the mystery of His cross shone upon them.  They saw Him “lifted up from the earth,” and gazed on the glory that radiated from the wounds of His holy suffering.  As they looked upon Him, they approached Him and were changed into His likeness.  His name then shone out through them, for He lived within them.  Their life from that moment on was one of inexpressible fellowship solely with Him above. They were willing to live without possessions that others owned and that they could have had, in order to be unlike others so they would be more like Him.

This is the description of all those throughout the ages who “follow the Lamb wherever He goes” (Revelation 14:4).  If they had chosen selfishly for themselves or if their friends had chosen for them, they would have made other choices.  Their lives would have shone more brightly here on earth, but less gloriously in His kingdom.  Their legacy would have been that of Lot instead of Abraham.  And if they had stopped along the way or if God had removed His hand from them, allowing them to stray, what would they have lost?  What would they have forfeited at their resurrection?

Yet God strengthened them and protected them from themselves.  Often, in His mercy He held them up when they otherwise would have slipped and fallen.  And even in this life, they knew that all He did was done well.  They knew it was good to suffer in this life so they would reign in the one to come; to bear the cross below, to wear a crown above; and to know that not their will but His was done in them and through them.  ~ Anonymous


It’s been quite a long while since I’ve shared any photos.  The following are a few of the highlights since my last post.

A friend gave me a beautiful pot of mums in the spring.  I planted them and they are about to burst open now.
Dove feather
Down feather
The last flower of summer still hanging on in our garden.

A few autumnal scenes…

I’ve continued to enjoy the birds, of course.

Goldfinch
Female Cardinal
Tufted Titmouse and female House Finch
Carolina Chickadee
Tufted Titmouse
Young male Downy Woodpecker

Wally and Clemmy continue to bring us plenty of entertainment and snuggles!

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Wally
Clemmy

God be with you!

❤️, Amy

February Snaps

Cardinal and House Finch

Tufted Titmouse

Eastern Bluebird

Mourning Dove

Male ⬆️ and female ⬇️ Red-bellied Woodpecker

Female House Finch
Carolina Chickadee

Clemmy Clementine 🖤🤍

Wally Cornwall 🤍🖤

May God be with you.  ❤️, Amy

Cats ❤️ Cornish Rex ❤️

My cat story, told through pictures of our new, 16- week old Cornish Rex (CRX) kittens.

Wally Cornwall – in honor of county Cornwall, England where the CRX breed emerged from a genetic mutation in a barn cat in the 1950s.
Clemmy Clementine – because Winston Churchill was prime minister in the 1950s and his wife’s name was Clementine, which I’ve always liked.
Growing up, my family always had dogs.  I had never been around cats until I was 9 years old and my Dad took me to an animal care class through 4-H.
The farm where the 4-H class was held had a barn cat who had just given birth to a litter of soft, fuzzy kittens.  I was mesmerized by their purring and mewling sounds, I had never heard anything so lovely before.  My future was set the moment I actually held one in my hands – my heart was gone and, though I didn’t know it at the time, I was already morphing into a crazy cat lady.
I started begging my Dad instantly for one of the kittens on the farm.  His response was a firm, “No, we already have a dog at home.”  My response was something along the lines of, “Yeah, but he isn’t a cat.” Why didn’t my Dad understand that?!  As the 4-H class progressed over the next several weeks so did my begging.  I had never wanted anything so badly in all my little 9-year old life.  Somehow, someway my Dad came around and on the last day of the class I took my first kitten, Princess, home.
The first thing I did when I was 16 and got my driver’s license was go to the Humane Society, without Mom’s permission, and get another kitten.  I named her Bumpy because she meowed sweetly when I drove over a pothole pulling out of the parking lot on the way home.  I also thought I could persuade Mom more easily if I had already named her 🤓.
Mom let me keep Bumpy, though she wasn’t allowed to come in the house.  It wasn’t until I had finished grad school and had my first job that I FINALLY got an indoor cat.  I was still living at home to save money for a house, as was my sister who had just finished her nursing degree and was saving for the same reason.
With Mom’s permission, my sister got a little Shih Tzu puppy that stayed in the house.  “Hmm,” I thought.  So again, without permission, I drove to my first ever American Cat Fanciers Association show in Joplin, Missouri, a little over an hour from where we lived. I was really excited about seeing all the cat breeds, but my real intent was to get a CRX kitten, if anyone there had one available.  As fate would have it, there was exactly…one.
The rest is history.  I brought Rexy home and, to my relief, everyone, Mom included, fell in love with him immediately! Because CRX don’t have a lot of fur and can’t live outside, my dream of having an indoor cat became reality.  Though I now admit I went about it by a bit of hook or crook 🫢.
Aside from my method of acquiring him, living with a CRX has been even more profoundly wonderful than even I dreamed it could be.  I moved into my first home just a few months after getting Rexy.  Chemy, my second CRX, came soon after to keep Rexy company while I was at work – at  least that’s what I told myself 😉.
Once you’ve owned a CRX you will forever be owned by the breed.  You cannot not have at least one in your life.  Laudy, our current 13 year old blue tabby CRX joined the family when Chemy died.  Lest you think I’m a cat snob, we (I’m married now) had a sweet rescue boy, Harry, who lived with us until he passed away a few years ago from old age.  Pip, our sweet CRX who died recently, came when we lost Harry.
My life has become very small now since I don’t work anymore and I don’t get out of the house much because of my Multiple Sclerosis. However, my life feels very full because of three main reasons: God, my family, and our cats. They are my constant companions, always with me in my arms, or on my lap, beside me in bed, or at my feet playing. We have a routine together of snuggles, meal times, and interaction. We experience each day together, which reinforces and deepens our bond.
I don’t know how to describe or explain my love for cats except to say it’s something innate within me.  Perhaps it’s a bit like people who feel compelled to climb mountains or are fascinated by cars or need to garden and feel dirt on their hands.  I know there are people who love dogs or horses or birds or all manner of other animals with the same passion I have for cats.  I look at cats and see God as our Creator.  Only He could love us so much to make animals so perfectly.  I know, in His omniscience, He had my enrichment and joy in mind when He made cats!

May God be with you! ❤️, Amy