L to R: Sauerkraut, HC, YC, MC and EC
Head Cabbage (Me, the blogger): The lone female in a testosterone filled cabbage patch, H.C. tends her patch as well as she can given the types of cabbages she as to work with. Thankfully, she is a feisty, resilient, determined, and sarcastic cabbage, all noble and admirable traits with which to manage her quirky cabbage patch. Throughout the years, H.C. has taken several trips without ever leaving the patch. Ever the optimist, she finds the bright side in almost everything, even rotten cabbages.
Sauerkraut (his choice, not mine): A kind, gentle, and incredibly patient man, Sauerkraut married into the cabbage patch almost sixteen years ago, becoming what you would call an instant cabbage patcher. When asked what he would like his cabbage patch code name to be, he chose ‘Sauerkraut’ because of his German heritage. This winds up being perfect for the following reasons: (1) sauerkraut is a finely cut cabbage which has been salted and allowed to ferment in its own juice; (2) it has a long shelf-life and, (3) is an excellent source of Vitamin C; all strong characteristics and skills necessary for survival in the cabbage patch.
Eldest Cabbage (E.C.): E.C. is 29 yrs old, pursuing his PhD in River Geomorphology (your best bet is to Google it) who lives many miles away from the cabbage patch (coincidental? I think not). He currently possesses his Masters in sarcasm, dry wit, independence and dedication. Ever confident, he marches to the beat of his own drum and clearly his own fashion sense (who could ever forget that Christmas sweater?). E.C. is content and happy with the direction his life is taking him. It is evident his time spent in the cabbage patch has prepared him well for life.
Middle Cabbage (M.C.): Every cabbage patch needs an official fertilizer spreader and M.C. is our man. At 26 years old, he is a sass giver, boundary tester, hard working (he is currently working as an ironworker apprentice), fast paced individual who enters any room with all the fanfare of a WWF wrestler, fist pumping included. His views on life are black or white, there are no grey areas, which makes for interesting conversation around the cabbage patch.
Youngest Cabbage (Y.C.): Y.C. is 24 yrs old, has his undergrad in Mechanical Engineering and whose own cabbage patch could blow up and he would still manage to have a good day. He is a philosopher of sorts (who knew?), has a permanent and an effervescent smile, and also possesses the cabbage patch’s sarcasm gene. Y.C., however, delivers his in such a way that you don’t realize what he said until much later in the day.
Rosie: Ah, Rosie, the Head Cabbage’s beloved shih tzu/bichon mixed wee doggie who thinks she is queen of the patch. At ten years of age, Rosie is missing several of her teeth and has lost almost all of her sight. She snores louder than Sauerkraut and, when not sleeping, fights for world domination over the other furry members in the patch.
Miss Kitty and Rosie living the dream …
Miss Kitty: Miss Kitty is a sophisticatedly fluffy grey coloured feline who is just over one year old. After a friend of mine adopted Miss Kitty’s sister and told me about her, I adopted Miss Kitty while Sauekraut was away hunting (he wasn’t even angry that I had done so — proof that Sauerkraut loves me no matter what mischief I may manage to get myself into). She is quiet, independent and affectionate on her terms. Miss Kitty is rarely in trouble.
Ringo: Ringo will be one year old this coming May. He is a black and white kitty with a white ring near the tip of his tail (hence the name Ringo) who was born to an unwed single mother in our neighbour’s wood pile. Once he and his litter mates were old enough to be moved, the mother moved them under our deck. I think she liked the scenery better over here. All of the babies had terrible colds so Sauerkraut and I nursed them back to health until they were ready to be surrendered to our local shelter. Ringo was suffering the worst of the litter so I brought him indoors to recover. Yes, you guessed it, he never left! Ringo is fairly quiet and also independent. He is the dominant force to be wreckoned with at the kitty’s ball track play station. Ringo is occasionally in trouble.
Isn’t Ringo a handsome fellow?
Oreo: Oreo is Ringo’s twin with the exception that his tail does not have a ring near the tip, his nose isn’t all white like Ringo’s, and he is smaller in build. The night before I was going to surrend Oreo and his four other siblings to our local shelter, Sauerkraut and his Mom approached me about keeping him. With appeals such as, “You can’t separate the twins!” to Sauekraut saying, “Miss Kitty and Ringo are your kitties. Oreo could be mine”, I caved. Oreo, who I imagine was paw pumping near the litter box upon hearing this, quickly adjusted to the Cabbage Patch. Turns out, he is the biggest suck going and, ironically, adopted me as his momma. Oreo is always in trouble.
Don’t let this sweet and innocent face fool you. If there’s mischief to be gotten into, Oreo is your kitty.