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Photos & and a bit of info
on the other "family members"
 my cats & their kittens live.

"CALLIE"

CALLIE IS A GORGEOUS MALE CALICO MACAW

Callie talks & sings -
sometimes loudly!
He cracks me up
and makes me smile!

Callie has a Hurricane Katrina
story attached as well.  In
Mississippi I didn't breed
cats.  I had horses.  After
the storm, fences were down,
no one had hay, the horses
were running loose, etc.
When it was determined
I couldn't bring any of
my horses with me, a
woman who had miniature
horses of her own traded
me Callie for my pregnant
dapple-grey show quality
miniature female. I could
bring a parrot as a fellow
refugee.  I handfed and
raised Callie from his infancy.
I never got to see the foal
my beautiful little mare,
Nikki, had though.

 

"KATEY"

LONGHAIRED CHIHUAHUA

KATEY

Katey is a longhaired Chihuhua. 
She is very sweet, but a bit shy.
 She LOVES the cats!
 They groom her and she grooms them!

STORMY & KATEY

STORMY

"STORMY"
LONGHAIRED CHIHUAHUA

Stormy is a longhaired Chihuahua.
 There is a story about Stormy.
We came to Texas as refugees from
 the Mississippi Gulf Coast after
Hurrican Katrina.  The owners of Stormy's
 mom had sought shelter at my house,
 thinking it would be safer than theirs.  It wasn't.
 My house took a direct hit from a tornado
 from the storm and was no longer habitable.
  Anyway, Stormy's mom was due to have her
first litter "anytime".  Stormy was born
 two days after the hurricane, and that's
 how he got his name.  Believe me,
 Stormy is the ONLY blessing
that come from that event!

Stormy tolerates the cats.
  He basically ignores them and
vice versa.  Katey is his sidekick
 and that is sufficient for him!

Stormy has been with me
longer than any of the other
animal family members.
He's sort of "Uncle Stormy"
to everyone.



DEBBIE and LEN (son) - Fall 2007
Len was having a "bad hair" day - it was windy! LOL

MY STORY

I moved to San Antonio TX in September 2005, less than three weeks after Hurricane Katrina.  I was from the Gulfport MS area.  Most people think Katrina hit New Orleans because they got most of the publicity - and help.  The fact is that Katrina did NOT hit New Orleans. Yes, they got high winds and a lot of rain from the storm, but their problems stemmed from their levees crumbling from all that wind and rain.  Had the levees held, their story would have been very different.  And only the lower Ninth Ward area was severely damaged.  In fact, the  famous French Quarters was pretty much undamaged.  And Louisiana officials had known for years that their levees wouldn't hold through a major Hurricane.  And yet they had done nothing to prepare and protect their people.  On the other hand, Katrina DID hit farther East of New Orleans and the Mississippi Gulf Coast got the worst of it.  Many lives, including mine, were changed forever.  My son, Len, had been living in San Antonio since about 2000.  After he was able to get a flight home to see how things were after Katrina, at first glance at the damage he was adamant that I couldn't stay there and brought me back to San Antonio with him where I had to totally rebuild a new life from scratch.  I got precious little assistance from any government agencies and had to fight for months for even what little I did get.  I suppose I'm sharing this here because the discrimination Mississippi faced after Katrina in light of all the publicity, sympathy and help New Orleans got will never cease to be a sore spot in the hearts and minds of everyone who actually went through the storm itself on the Mississippi Gulf Coast, not just high winds and rain.  This is my way of speaking up for us and sharing the truth of the situation.  For one reason, when I  came to San Antonio,  as soon as anyone heard I survived Katrina, they immediately assumed I was from New Orleans.  And there was a good bit of hard feelings about all the New Orleans refugees from Katrina who got assistance they didn't deserve and moved to new areas like San Antonio, bringing drugs and prostitution with them.  So after everything I'd gone through, I faced some discrimination by association, as unjustified as that was. Even though I had worked and paid taxes my entire life and given to charitable organizations, when I needed help - it wasn't there for me.  I was in shock, I had lost my home and my job, and I was devastated.  But I didn't have the luxury of any handouts to get me back on my feet.  I did what I had to do.  I didn't have time to grieve my losses.  I had to pay bills, live.  I got a job and began trying to build a new life for myself.  It hasn't been easy.  But the other side of this story is this is when I eventually began to breed cats and having my cats and their babies is a testimony to the healing power of animals, to the comfort and joy they bring into our lives.