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Riding the 17 Hander


From Riding the 17 Hander, posted by Marie-Lynn Hammond on 6/11/2011 (5 items)

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Tortoiseshells

I’ve got a special place in my heart for tortoiseshells because my first real cat, Prunella, was a tortie. When I first saw her odd little face, divided down the middle with a gold streak, and her odd, patchy, gold/black coat I thought, never having seen a tortie before, “That is THE weirdest-looking kitten I’ve ever seen!” But this was at a riding stable, and they were going to send all the barn kittens to the pound because there were so many (no one fixed their cats back then). As is still the case with many pounds, the cats had just a few days to be claimed before they’d be killed. So I put the kitten in a cardboard box, took her home  — and proceeded to fall in love.

The Extraordinary Shimmer

Since Prunella, who lived almost 22 years, I’ve rarely been without at least one tortie in my home either as a permanent resident or a foster. The latest permanent tortie arrived two summers ago. Shimmer and her sister, now named Harriet, both “dilute” (or “blue-cream” torties).were on death row at a high-kill pound. I agreed to rescue them based on nothing more than a tiny, blurry photo of them in a steel cage.

Shim, the tortie with the tabby tail.
Shimmer, the tortie with the tabby tail.

 My plan was to adopt both out once they’d recovered from the infection they’d caught at the pound. Ha! The best-laid plans…Shim and Harriet turned out to be amazing kittens: bold, affectionate, hilarious. Harriet found a home quickly, and I continued to look for a home for Shimmer — despite the fact that almost from the get-go it was clear that Shimmer had chosen me.

Soon I became convinced that she was the reincarnation of my first three cats rolled into one: the devoted and amusing tortie Prunella, also snatched from the jaws of death row; the wise, affectionate tabby, Pippin (Shim has a tabby tail!) and the loyal, super-smart, funny Burmese, Moki (silvery grey in colour, and Shim’s base colour is grey, not black); also, Moki and Shim are the only two cats out of hundreds I’ve dealt with who’ve ever liked riding on my shoulders!

Cat Commitment

Long story short,Selfie Shim2-s though I knew I shouldn’t take on another permanent cat, Shimmer has stayed. 🙂 She now delights numerous fans via my Facebook posts with her varied exploits, including opening every kibble container in the house — something no other cats have managed here ever.

And she’s also the first cat I’ve actually chosen back — remember, she chose me first! — in almost twenty years: my current gang other than her are all special needs or unadoptables, the ones you kind of get stuck with when doing cat rescue. Not that I don’t love them fiercely. But it is kind of special to, well, fall in love and make a deliberate commitment — both with humans AND cats. 🙂

A collection of photos of tortoiseshell cats and kittens

First off, a remarkable splitty-kitty I rescued from the same high-kill pound Shimmer came from. Delightful Quinn, found lost or abandoned at about age 4-5, is now happily adopted.

From my Facebook album Mad about Torties, posted by Marie-Lynn Hammond on 3/10/2010 (Showing 8 of 45 items)

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Two Old White Horses

Music: M.L. Hammond   Lyrics: P.Aird/Hammond © 2006

Nellie had worked all her life in a mine
pulling the carts down in shaft number nine
day after day she leaned into her load
hauling the coal on a black iron road
never a pasture nor sky did she see
only darkness or headlights, and never let free
so many years later old Nellie they find
was still willing to work even though she’d gone blind

Winston had worked all his life in a town
pulling the bread wagons up hill and down
day after day he leaned into his load
hauling those carts on a cobblestone road
never a pasture nor brook did he see
only pavement and steep hills and never let free
So many years later the cobbles they blame
old Winston was stumbling because he’d gone lame

Chorus:
Two old white horses tied up by a gate
nervously sniffing the air
two old white horses awaiting their fate
in a place where the motto is Buyer Beware
Buyer Beware

Nellie and Winston came into the pen
while the auctioneer started his chanting again
bidders were few, only butchers by trade
The horses stood still, then the male turned and neighed
and the mare answered back with her head proud and high
and although I was never intending to buy
As the gavel descended I threw up my arm
And took Nellie and Winston back home to the farm

Chorus

Now sometimes I’ll harness them up for the day
to haul a few logs or a few bales of hay
and Nellie’s so steady on any terrain
that Winston moves just like he’s sound once again
and although we pass mud holes and sharp jutting rock
he leads the way so she’s safe, trot or walk
Nellie helps him to stand and he helps her to see
They’re as perfectly matched as a good team can be

Chorus

Two old white horses now amble and graze
in the warmth of the late summer sun
Two old white horses will live out their days
in a way that befits all the labour they’ve done
All the labour they’ve done

Emily Flies

Music & Lyrics: M.L. Hammond (© 2008)

After my big riding accident, I eventually started riding again at a  therapeutic riding facility. Many people don’t know they exist all over the world, and that horses can provide powerful physical, mental and emotional therapy for children and adults with disabilities. This song is based on the kids and horses I’ve met at three such facilities.

Emily’s slim and dark haired
Emily’s eyes are blue
Emily’s going on fourteen
but she’s different from me and you

Her limbs don’t really work right

With a pony

she needs canes to help her walk
and she mostly squeals or mutters
she doesn’t really talk

Chorus:
Creature of the earth
but looking to the open skies
oh oh oh, Emily flies

Cody is a little bay Standardbred
he raced until he was six
then he went lame and somebody figured
he wasn’t worth the trouble to fix

Sal found Cody in a feedlot
where you buy a horse by weight
but he had a kind eye and Sal had a hunch
he was meant for a better fate

Creature of the earth
but looking to the open skies
Cody may be only walking,
but Emily flies

And Cody is the best, nothing fazes him
that’s what the volunteers at Sal’s all say
the kids can wriggle and squirm and shout
he seems to understand that it’s just their way

Riding the bay

And when Emily’s lifted up into the saddle
she gets this look on her face
Sal thinks it might be joy
or at least some kind of grace

And she could swear as she leads them round
when she looks at Emily’s eyes
that though Cody may be only walking,
steadily, patiently walking,
Cody may be only walking,
but Emily flies

Creature of the earth
but looking to the open skies
Cody may be only walking,
but Emily flies

Emily flies, Emily flies
Cody may be only walking,
but Emily flies

“There’s an art to writing a song like that.  My admiration.  You open my
heart to feel I have entered the hearts of two creatures I can’t really
know.” — Eric Nagler

Douce (pour Denise)

music: M.L. Hammond/M. Lerner   Lyrics & translation: Paul Savoie

on peut avoir le même toit
du sang au même sang melée
chacun part de son côté
chacun suit sa destinée

on partage les mêmes joies
la même peur vient nous troubler
toi, tu en parles tous bas
moi la rage vient m’emporter

Refrain:
moi je me fais toujours prendre
j’ai la passion à mes trousses
toi, tu ne sais pas toujours te défendre
tu es la tendre, tu es la douce

ah ta jolie robe bleue
ruban de velours dans tes cheveux
promenade jusqu’au bout du chemin
ta petite main dans ma main

la vie t’appelle à sa façon
le cœur à d’autres mêlés
l’amour fait ses propres plans
tu cherches d’autres vérités

mais il ya ce lien secret
personne ne peut nous l’enlever
de sœur en sœur l’amour discret
cette force qui sait tout défoncer

Refrain

Translation:
we lived under the same roof
the same blood ran through our veins
still we went our separate ways
different voices calling us

we share similar joys
an old familiar fear within us
you speak of it with lowered voice
I shout it on the rooftops

Chorus:
I always end up cornered
a prey to passion’s fury
at times it overwhelms you
you are the gentle and tender one

ah that pretty blue dress
velvet ribbons in your hair
walking to the far end of the road
your tiny hand in mine

life sets its own rules
you give yourself to other hearts
love has its way of calling
you find other truths

but a secret tie remains
a bond no one can sever
sisterhood’s quiet love
its endless power

Chorus