<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35808073</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:27:44.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Texas Troop Talks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetexastroop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35808073/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetexastroop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Texas Troops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07517060446372560813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35808073.post-116234261424950979</id><published>2006-10-31T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T17:56:54.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/jmacalla/woodstock10-31-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/jmacalla/woodstock10-31-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, well, well - this is some Halloween !!  She decks us all out in these foo-foo collars and then gets stuck at work!  Yup, Meowmy won't even be home in time to see any Trick or Treaters and let us show the kids how we look all dressed up.  Bad Meowmy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/jmacalla/mikohalloween2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/jmacalla/mikohalloween2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/jmacalla/minghalloween2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/jmacalla/minghalloween2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35808073-116234261424950979?l=thetexastroop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetexastroop.blogspot.com/feeds/116234261424950979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35808073&amp;postID=116234261424950979' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35808073/posts/default/116234261424950979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35808073/posts/default/116234261424950979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetexastroop.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-well-well-this-is-some-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>The Texas Troops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07517060446372560813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35808073.post-116195348884217855</id><published>2006-10-27T06:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T06:51:28.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/jmacalla/DSC01471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/jmacalla/DSC01471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/jmacalla/sleepyheads202-12-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/jmacalla/sleepyheads202-12-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, everyone, it's Friday and we sure are looking forward to the weekend. Dallas is finally getting some rain and we're all curled up in our Millie beds enjoying every minute of it! What do all of you do on a rainy day ?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Silly Miko was so excited about getting a new bed, she didn't even wait for Mewom to put the stuffing in it!  Girls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35808073-116195348884217855?l=thetexastroop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetexastroop.blogspot.com/feeds/116195348884217855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35808073&amp;postID=116195348884217855' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35808073/posts/default/116195348884217855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35808073/posts/default/116195348884217855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetexastroop.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-everyone-its-friday-and-we-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>The Texas Troops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07517060446372560813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35808073.post-116174151463345480</id><published>2006-10-24T19:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T19:58:34.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It is with an extremely heavy heart I tell you all that sweet Arrie went to the bridge Saturday. Two short weeks I had her and although I knew her to be a hospice case, I had truly hoped for more time. Although her stay with me was brief, I loved her dearly and believe she knew that, too. Arrie represented the joys and sadness of rescuing. My sorrow is great and my tears are many but I would and will do it all again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A dear lady knowing the tears I've shed since Saturday, saw this and sent it to me today. I don't know the author and have never seen it before but found it quite comforting - so I'd like to share it with you all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I went to sleep, I decided that the next morning I would go and get a pet. I was not sure if it would be a dog or cat or bird or something else. All I knew was that I needed, no, wanted to share my life with another creature that would accept my friendship and affection.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I slept, I fell into a deep dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There before me sat the most beautiful creature, neither male nor female. To either side of this wonderous creature, there were two identical waterfalls with deep clear pools at their base. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From each waterfall, the most crystal blue water cascaded down. I was entranced. Never before had I seen seen such beauty, such serenity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wordlessly, the creature motioned for me to come towards the pools at the base of the waterfalls. I noticed that at each pool, there was a small silver cup attached to a fine silver chain. "Dip thy finger into the pool and taste." the creature said as it gestured to the pool to its left.I did as instructed. As the clear cool liquid touched my tongue, my stomach clenched with pain and my heart pounded fiercely within my chest. A hollowness rang throughout my being that I feared I would never recover from."This is the Pool of Loss." the creature said and then it motioned to the other pool of water. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dip thy finger into the pool and taste."Warily, I drew my forefinger through the water of the other pool of water. As my finger touched my tongue, a joy so deep and pure touched my soul. A wave of happiness and wonder drowned the pangs of sorrow and loss the first pool had caused."This is the Pool of Memory." the creature said. "If you take one of God's creatures into your heart, you must be prepared to drink from both pools. Do you accept this as your covenant, your bond with one of God's creatures?"Silently I nodded yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Then drink from each pool." The creature instructed as it motioned towards the silver cups at the sides of the pools."For now they will bear no taste, but in time you will discover how much you have partaken of each."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The very next day, I went and found a kitten at a local pound. It was the smallest one of the litter and it was the one who seemed to need me the most.I watched it grow and play and I reveled in the smallest joy it brought to me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then without warning, it was taken from me in a way most sudden and cruel.Once again I felt the pangs I had felt in my dream when I tasted the waters of the Pool of Loss. Only this time, I thought the pain would never leave. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, I remembered the taste of the waters from the Pool of Memory. Slowly the pain of Loss began to subside, and was replaced with the joy of Memory.Now I realized that I had drank more from the Pool of Loss than the Pool of Memory in my dream. But now I knew that the Pool of Memory brought more than enough comfort to offset the pain the Pool of Loss could cause.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I now bear the knowledge that each time I open my heart to one of God's creatures, I drink from the Pool of Memory and the Pool of Loss. How much I partake depends on each creature and that, in the end, the power of Memory is so much more powerful than the power of Loss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35808073-116174151463345480?l=thetexastroop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetexastroop.blogspot.com/feeds/116174151463345480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35808073&amp;postID=116174151463345480' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35808073/posts/default/116174151463345480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35808073/posts/default/116174151463345480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetexastroop.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-is-with-extremely-heavy-heart-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Texas Troops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07517060446372560813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35808073.post-116074840933411243</id><published>2006-10-13T08:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T08:06:49.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday the 13th.  My, my.  This could be an interesting day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miss Arrie is settling in nicely and wants out of ISO badly, but she is still not eating on her own.  Meowmy has tried chickie and tuna and baby fuud - nope, she won't eat any of 'em!  So she gets syringe fed 3 times a day.  We think she's being a little Diva and liking the attention.  Each night Meowmy brings her out of her room for a couple of hours and carries her around or cuddles with her on the sofa.  We sniffed her tail and butt and she didn't even hiss at any of us!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So this weekend Meowmy is going to let her wander around and explore on her own.  We'll keep you posted and let you know how it works ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35808073-116074840933411243?l=thetexastroop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetexastroop.blogspot.com/feeds/116074840933411243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35808073&amp;postID=116074840933411243' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35808073/posts/default/116074840933411243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35808073/posts/default/116074840933411243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetexastroop.blogspot.com/2006/10/friday-13th.html' title=''/><author><name>The Texas Troops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07517060446372560813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35808073.post-116052428670543762</id><published>2006-10-10T17:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T17:51:26.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/jmacalla/miko07-26-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/jmacalla/miko07-26-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/jmacalla/woodstocksept06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/jmacalla/woodstocksept06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woodstock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/jmacalla/mingcal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/jmacalla/mingcal2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/jmacalla/DSC01460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/jmacalla/DSC01460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35808073-116052428670543762?l=thetexastroop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetexastroop.blogspot.com/feeds/116052428670543762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35808073&amp;postID=116052428670543762' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35808073/posts/default/116052428670543762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35808073/posts/default/116052428670543762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetexastroop.blogspot.com/2006/10/miko-woodstock-ming-arrie.html' title=''/><author><name>The Texas Troops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07517060446372560813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35808073.post-116052342583287119</id><published>2006-10-10T17:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T17:37:05.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Texas Trio has just become The Texas Troop with a new addition to the family~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in order of seniority, they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ming - 18 y/o blue point male adopted from Virginia Siamese Rescue in Nov. '03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Arrie - 14.5 y/o lilac point  female adopted from Virginia Siamese Rescue Oct.,'06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woodstock - 11 y/o sealy boy adopted from Virginia Siamese Rescue April, '03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miko - 9 y/o natural mink female Tonk who walked into the garage on April 19. 1997&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a family they are ~  we'll post some pictures and explore their world shortly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35808073-116052342583287119?l=thetexastroop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetexastroop.blogspot.com/feeds/116052342583287119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35808073&amp;postID=116052342583287119' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35808073/posts/default/116052342583287119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35808073/posts/default/116052342583287119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetexastroop.blogspot.com/2006/10/texas-trio-has-just-become-texas-troop.html' title=''/><author><name>The Texas Troops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07517060446372560813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
