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People that hate cats will come back as mice in their next life. ~Faith Resnick
Namaste
Chez Tigre is pretty much back to normal. No more plumbers, no more dragging big plastic things and a hose through the house. Some of the tigers were off their feed for a few days. They’re not used to all that action in 2-3 days. Makes for a house full of tigers lookin’ for reassurance every time I turn around. Reading has been out of the question this week with the parade of tigers on the table to be stroked, petted, talked to, nuzzled, etc.
The one kitteh seemingly unaffected by all the activity is Toes. He’s becoming more social and his hair has all grown back. He comes out and wants attention. Sits in the kitchen while I’m doing the canned food dishes and talks to me. Such a sweet little guy. Like most of the others, though, he doesn’t like the camera. Haven’t been able to get a good pic of him.
I ran across this story the other day. Inspiration plus.
Stitchinfool has a new kitteh. Kike (Key Kay) came from a local vet. More on Kike as she progresses. She’s 5 weeks old and was spayed by the vet. Little early for my liking as she’s not even fully weaned but…
Over the last week I’ve noticed brothers Tama and Bapu playing like they did when they were kittens. I haven’t seen that in a long time. Mojo is watching Feurae and Nagi chase each other and I don’t figure it’s gonna be very long before he joins the chasers.
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The highest type of ruler is one of whose existence the people are barely aware.
Next comes one whom they love and praise.
Next comes one whom they fear.
Next comes one whom they despise and defy.
When you are lacking in faith,
Others will be unfaithful to you.
The Sage is self-effacing and scanty of words.
When his task is accomplished and things have been completed.
All the people say, "We ourselves have achieved it!"
Tao Te Ching, 17, Lao Tzu
Share your tiger stories with us.
Kittens are angels with whiskers. ~Author Unknown
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Wow, that is a great picture…Sorry, SD, I did not know there had been so much excitement at chez SD; hope all is well. Angela joins in good thoughts for you folks.
You’re up & running early today, SD! Glad to hear your house is back in order and that the kittehs survived the turmoil.
It’s a nice steady rain here. The first real rain we’ve had in a couple of months. Much needed.
Kike looks like a real sweetie.
Cahnstance raided the garbage last Sunday. I had some guests over for ribs and the bones went into the 20-gal (i.e. very large) crock I use for regular garbage. In the middle of the night I heard a couple of clacks, not loud at all, but strange enough to wake me up. I listened from bed for awhile & thought it might be Cahnnie trying to flip the hook & eye I had installed at the bottom of the kitchen screen door as a bit of extra security because I leave the regular door open at night in the summer. Finally got up to investigate & found a bone on the floor. There were 2 on the floor when I got up in the morning. She was apparently picking them up and dropping them as she gnawed on them, and that was the strange sound I heard.
Means I’ll have to be very careful what I do with meat garbage. Luckily I kept the remains of the roast chicken I finished in the refrigerator because I didn’t want it to go bad in the garbage before it was collected. Guess I’ll have to do the same, even in the winter.
Yep, chicken bones are the worst. They have a tendency to splinter and cause horrific internal injuries.
Don’t forget to watch the vids of two-legged Faith. Truly amazing story.
♫oh Tiger♪ Man♫. . .
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The mensch-y Glenn Greenwald posted this delight ’bout 30 minutes ago
Yes, I knew that, before I knew that Cahnstance would raid the garbage.
Since I got my freezer a couple of years ago, I’ve made chicken stock out of the remains. But now I have more than I’ll use for quite awhile.
Then, after I made stock, I threw the rest in the outback for the scavengers, who dealt with it quickly. But now that I have a cat, and the scavengers aren’t all birds, but some are coyotes, I can’t do that anymore.
So the only option left, I guess, is to keep the fowl remains in the fridge until Friday when the garbage gets picked up.
Awesome. I am sooooooo jealous.
oooo! awww!
What a sweet bebbeh!
Stitchinfool iz verry luckeh
I’ve been lucky that both Dan’l and LS before him did not like to dig through the trash after the chicken bones.
But they were both quite willing to go after the bones if left accessible on a full trash can without a lid.
I was giggling with delight while posting it –
I am blown away by that hyena’s smile
Drat. Have to have a fb account to access it, and I don’t do fb.
Gonna have to do some research about this guy. Lot of questions about how long he’s been with those animals, etc. The manes on the lions are just incredible. These animals are well taken care of.
Mojo has discovered the keyboard. Between Mojo and Kismet, being on the machine becomes more of an adventure every day.
I’ve tried to link it elsewhere but to no avail.
Heh. Dan’l likes to drape himself over my arm and attack my right hand while I type. Then we battle back and forth while I attempt to get him to just be a lap lump for a while
Thanks for trying.
just found him on the youtube – his name is Kevin Richardson
love seeing how truly large they are next to him
Mojo and Kis. meet Angela….she loves to make her way over my arm to walk over the keyboard….and she certainly does not know how to spell.
Heh, my kitteh loves the keyboard pillow – makes for some interesting input.
Amazing stuff. Thanks sooo much for finding the link.
I could spend the rest of the day watching clips.
Did all the activity have to do with your leaking waterbed or was it another watery-type disaster? When I had some work done in the house last year, my cat was actually grateful to be shut in “his room”, the spare bedroom where his catbox is located. They don’t take very well to commotion and confusion, do they?
giggling, I almost didn’t post it for just that reason – pure Caturday porn – lol
Howdy all. A couple select pics of baby panther twins from a HuffPo slideshow.
Here and here.
Got my water bill the previous Thursday. I had a leak somewhere to the tune of about 150 gallons a day. Plumber came Friday and the really old innards to the really old toilet had to be replaced. The overflow was running all the time but ya can’t see it in the bowl or hear it.
Better than Christian. Can’t get over how gorgeous these animals are, hyenas and all.
Panther baby lust setting in.
The eyes are incredible. I was also impressed at the size of the paw in the first pic.
Wonderful eyes.
Sorry, I only go for blue-eyed blonds. *g*
Yep, big paws. Also the paws on the lions in the video.
Ouch. Makes me wonder about my own “very old toilet”.
The first historic house conference I attended had a breakout session on restoration titled: Water Is THE Problem. Doesn’t apply just to historic structures, of course.
Remember the leading hypothesis on Cahnstance’s illness is drinking moldy water from a leaking refrigerator. For an example of another, more obscure, problem with water.
KK is da cute bomb. I can’t resist the ginger kittehs! Congratulations stitchinfool!
The photos are a little deceptive in regard to scale. Looking closely at the first pic and using the human as a reference you realize that although they are babies they are roughly the size of adult domestic kittehs.
Found a 50 minute documentary – Dangerous Companions
At least that large. But they still have that baby cuteness.
Good day, SD and animal friends. We had a bear at Little Momma’s the other night, a big one, going through the garbage in the neighborhood. Fortunately the police here do not shoot them right off, like in my town. I’d say it was 300-400 pounds. Beautiful.
I also rescued a hummingbird yesterday. I really don’t know exactly what had happened, but it appeared to be stuck at the feeder. I went out and got its beak out of the feeder and it lay in my hand for a few seconds, I petted it, and it flew off. Later I noticed a few feathers stuck on the feeder, so maybe it was stuck to the feeder. I looked around the tree where it flew to see if it fell down, and later in the day saw a hummer with a bit of dishevelment on her breast feathers, so I’m hoping that was the same bird, that it survived its morning drama.
One of the cats that lives with my tenant had some kind of disaster last weekend and could not use his hind legs. He went to the vet where no broken bones or internal injuries were discovered. He got some pain pills and was up and around gingerly in about 2 days. We have no idea what happened. . . but I am sure he will be back to his wild self this week.
Oh, and I have a weakness for the orange tigers. I think female orange are kind of unusual. I adore Mr. Sadness, who is orange. We are still struggling with his stomatitis. It is a horrible disease.
haven’t posted anything from the homefront of late -
maybe y’all could send me some tips as to how to get her to relax more :D
Those towels look kind of stimulating. . . ;)
Nice job helping the hummingbird and best wishes to your tenant kitteh.
I’m at a bit of a loss regarding the neighborhood tiger that has been stalking the wild birds I feed. I’m thinking of making a sign that reads, “b-warz of dawg” but of course he already knows I don’t have a dog. Really about all I can do is remove anything that provides cover so the birds see him approach. The birds are pretty smart, there are always some acting as lookout while the others eat. I haven’t found any signs that he’s actually nabbed any.
I watched several crows drive off a hawk the other day, which was pretty cool.
we’ll probably have to form a 12 Step group – I am soooo saving that for later – muchas gracias
obligatory, pre emptive apology to all those still in recovery
That’s quite the display
Can you teach Bob to bark? Put up the sign, let Bob bark, yer in bizness.
That kind of tenseness usually needs medication. Heh.
one of the best things I ever saw in 30 years afield,, a pair of Western Kingbirds tag teaming a Red Tail Hawk away from their nest
crosses fingers, prayers to linking gods
looks like one of those ‘chat with a live gurl’ pop ups
maybe I’ll post it over at my friend Dexter’s page, give the little devil a rush :D
Amazing photo. Thanks. I’d imagine that’s one not-a-happy-camper hawk.
teenage thrill seeker
Agree with SD. Amazing photo.
I had a red-tail sitting on one of my bird box houses a couple of days ago. I walked to within 3 feet of him and he couldn’t have cared less. When I drove the tractor near him, all he did was fly to another nearby bird box.
I think he’s a youngun’. They have been screeching up a storm in the past few weeks, and I think it’s territory establishing behavior of this year’s generation. So I’m guessing the one I walked up to hasn’t learned yet that humans can be dangerous.
LOL!
Maybe you could post a sign that says, “Sparky’s Deli.” (ducks and runs)
I started to watch it but decided to wait until later too. Can’t just watch it once. I have to watch 2-3 times just in case I missed something. *g*
Call me lazy bones. “g”
I’ve never taught Bob to say anything, he has me well trained though.
It’s a really cool long-haired calico. I don’t think it’s feral but I get the impression it’s humans provide a minimum of support. I was getting ready to light some charcoal one evening and leaned the grill up against the side. Went in the house for a couple minutes and when I returned I found him licking the old grease off the grill. Poor thing, I feel guilty running him off when I find him in the backyard but I don’t want him terrorizing the other kids. Think he needs some lovin’ though.
Well, I’m a sucker, so I would be feeding her already. Good luck sorting it all out. I am always hoping to see more of the ferals at the colony I feed. I have my usual 7, but they are not all there most of the time. I think there are more than 15, but they don’t all eat there every day. I can tell b/c the food is rarely all gone. Some of them are getting a little friendly. One I call “Patchy” is a little calico type, but she does not really have any orange. She seems sweet. There are two others that are not terrified of me.
If your grill has old grease, you should keep the cat around as a dishwasher.
I’ve been warned to clean my grill (charcoal, not gas) before putting it away: bears! I’ve gotten into the habit of doing that, and it’s actually much nicer, since it’s one less thing to do during meal prep.
Hi, all you Caturdenizens. That is one amazing vidoe – incroyable indeed. I watched with my mouth open for awhile. Am saving the rest for later, too, as I really need to go do some stuff.
It’s ridiculously hot, yet again. 100 or more for the last week, and more to come. Dragged myself out of bed at 7:30 am so I could get some chores done before the temp got too high. Mid-afternoon, time to stay indoors like the olden days. Have several recipes I want to try, but they involve baking, which just seems like a really dumb thing to do. I’ve been actually buying muffins instead of making them myself.
Kittehs doing lots of lying about here, too, but interestingly, since they had the cat-sitter in June and July, who stays long enough to play with them, they have continued to play, and request my participation. *g*
Patchy has been coming to me with a ball quite often — he always makes a characteristic chittering sound as he approaches with ball in mouth– usuallly hear him before I see him.
Right after I got home, I noticed the playing-with-toys behavior; balls would be in new locations from when I left the house, and even in the early a.m., the canvas bin where I collect them was regularly on its side and contents scattered.
Sitter usuallly leaves a new toy at the end of the period, so we have quite a variety. I had gotten lazy and sluggish, but am trying to keep up, as exercise is good for us all, feline and human.
How’s your mom doing?
If there isn’t much grease on the grill I usually give it a quick once over with a wire brush and burn the rest off. I place a piece of foil under anything with marinade, such as pork tenderloin so it generally doesn’t get too grungy.
Better stop talking about it now, getting hungry.
So sweet of you to ask: She seems to be doing great. She thinks so, anyway; hasn’t been “released” from home care, but told me last weekend she planned to go down to the dining room for dinner on Monday anyway. Complained about the bathing aide still coming – she doesn’t feel she needs help anymore. (I’ll check in this evening). She’s walking everywhere around teh campus of the retirement community. It’s all connected, so you can go (the long way) everywhere inside on foot if you want to, or take the shuttle bus from the door of your center to the door of the one with the store, or the medical center, etc. (It’s why I get so much exercise when I visit; although she was weak enough in July that she actually allowed me to drive her to the dr’s appt on the other side of the “village.”)Her voice sounds strong again.
What bothers her is she can’t remember much at all about the time in the hospital – I assure her it’s a combo of having been in pain and on heavy pain meds.
Glad to hear she’s so much better. Sending positive thoughts to you both.
Aw, y’all are sweet. She’s gonna live to be 100. Of course, saying so upsets her…says she doesn’t want to…but she sure puts up a good fight when some bacteria or something attacks her. *g*
Btw, rf, I love the idea of teaching Bob to bark…maybe play a tape of barking dogs for him? Does he do any imitations, or is that beneath him? (we know you’re well-trained)
Some of those retirement communities are fabulous for the older folks. Great services, community, activities (exercise heh)… She’s very lucky to live in one. Glad to hear she’s doing well.
Sounds good enough.
Raining here for a change, so no grilling. By no advance thought on my part I took thinly sliced chicken out the freezer to make chicken piccata for dinner, and it turns out to have been a brilliant choice!
You might be getting rain from the system that passed through here a couple nights ago. Neighbor told me yesterday his rain gauge showed about one inch. We certainly needed it, hope it’s not too long before the next one but none in the forecast.
The forecast called for light rain last night. Instead it’s been steady all day, heavy at times. We surely need it. I wouldn’t be surprised if an inch accumulates.
Bob hasn’t learned any words from me and I’m pretty certain some of the phrases he knows he picked up during his 3 years at the rescue, where they were no doubt repeated endlessly by the other residents. “Have a kiss?” must have been taught by his previous owner (before he was abandoned) since it is usually followed by an actual kiss.
I’ve considered recording a phrase and looping it, which was how I taught my late cockatiel to say “Hey baby.” Probably anthropomorphizing but it now strikes me as a little cruel to subject a critter to that sort of programming/monotony. I’ll just continue to talk to him normally. If he picks up something one day great and if not, that’s okay too.
Aw – sweet that he knows the kiss thing. I getcha on the teaching/programming the sweet little guy to act like a robot. OTOH, I wonder if they’d bother repeating if they didn’t kinda enjoy it…depending on the circumstances of learning it, I guess. Perhaps you should ask him for suggestions on how to keep the wild birdies safe?
That’s great to hear. She ain’t goin’ anywhere without a fight.
Anesthesia has a long term effect on memory. Pete and Deena (Island Dolphin Care) have a 23yo son born with heart problems and numerous surgeries over the years. He had a heart cath done about six months ago and has short term memory loss issues.
And I’m sure you want to hear Bob bein’ a loud dog alla time.
Oh, and stitchinfool, if you read this, your new bebbeh kitteh looks a-dor-a-bul! Sweet face she has! So glad you found someone to share your home.
Bet you’re not here because she’s keeping you busy.
And, SD, condolences on the plumbing problems so close on the waterbed disaster. No wonder the kittehs need reassurance.
Aren’t they funny? Remember I’ve been complaining that none of mine would come to sleep with me at night (unless I fall asleep on the sofa)? Well, now that I’ve been working long days, disappearing at dawn and coming home soooooo much later than usual, there are usually at least two on the bed with me every night. Patchy even heads to the bedroom every time I do the last couple of hours before bedtime-sits on a pile of stuff across from the bed and looks questioningly at me; then follows me out again. When I do get in, he shows up, stretches out on my shoulder or hip awhile (with some necessary tapping of chin with paw/claw), then moves to another spot for the night. Smokey shows up shortly after, taps at me like he wants to go under the covers till he gets enough head-rubbing, then curls up about shoulder height. He’s usually still there when the alarm goes off. Squeaky comes some of the time; for some reason, Pushy still hasn’t (at least not while I’m conscious), but is waiting, meowing, in the path to the bathroom in the morning.
Guess they finally miss me. Not working, I’m around most of the time, guess they got blase. Now, there they are on the bed. I’d begun to wonder if Charlie was haunting the bedroom or something, forbidding them to to take his old spot on the bed.
I had a parakeet when I was a girl. I started talking to him from the driveway when I was unlocking the door after school. He picked up quite a few phrases just from that. Can’t remember many, but What’s up Mac? Pretty boy. Stuff like that. As he was probably lonely during the day, it may have given him more incentive to respond when I came home.
Yeah, that one sounds like it might just backfire.
Yeah, I’ve learned that. Mom and I talked a lot about that, comparing notes. When I had pneumonia 14 years ago and was in ICU several days, I not only didn’t remember much from the hospital stay, I had memory issues for months, if not a couple of years. It was very disturbing, as no one explained the anesthesia-memory loss connection to me at the time.
I even missed a court appearance once I had gotten back to work that just floored me. Luckily, I found out because it was in a court with a friendly coordinator who called to ask where I was. She and the judge also knew how sick I’d been. (It wasn’t just penumonia; complications of all kinds, on which I’m fuzzy because…I can’t remember). They just reset it, instead of finding me in contempt or dismissing from the appointed representation or something.
But all that was the beginning of the end of my legal career; the effects lasted a really long time.
Come on, now…who doesn’t want to hear the incessant woofing and yapping of a dog one doesn’t even have? Sounds like bliss to me.
Yep, bet they miss you.
As I’m around most of the time, all Cahnstance feels the need is to hang out near me. For example, she’s now sleeping on the chair next to mine, a frequent occurrence. So sometimes she sleeps on the bed with me, but not that often.
His normal high-pitched shriek is enough to intimidate most people. He doesn’t do it constantly and even when he does I’ve gotten pretty accustomed to it, if I’m on the phone I just walk into a different room. I’ve sort of learned to identify shrieks by intensity. Top volume and frequency is reserved for people approaching the house. Loud but shorter duration is to inform me that he has done something clever and wants attention, usually means he has thrown something on the floor. I pretend to make a fuss and he shrieks happily. Good times.
Yep, if you’re home all day they take you for granted. Live-in staff, here at our beck and call all hours of the day and night.
Creatures of habit. If I go somewhere after work and get home 8 or 9 the whole crew is at the door when I walk in (the dad’s an hour or 2 late with dinner is the real deal). After work the welcoming committee is usually Feurae.
LOL
“Good times” Hah. I bet. Guess I hadn’t really thought through the consequences of teach-Bob-to-bark. Sorry about that.
I gotta run get my allergy meds – the kind that are technically OTC, but you have to sign for them, so gotta get there before the pharmacy closes early for Sunday. Sigh. Not really much cooler out there…But it’s not like my car isn’t air-conditioned (when I first moved down here, that car’s AC broke down about a week before the move. Went through a whole summer without….mizzzzerabllllleee. My wardrobe wasn’t really a South Texas type wardrobe, either – too many high necks and long sleeves. Shudder. Bad times, bad times. L&r, all.
I’m certain that was his favorite time of day. Bob is pretty lucky since he gets to spend 9-10 hours out of his cage every day. I hate the idea of critters spending their whole lives in cages.
I rescued my cockatiel from my brother who had gotten him for my nephew… who only stayed every other weekend. The poor bird was terribly neglected. After I adopted him he would come out of his cage for me about an hour every day but SOMETHING happened one day while my brother was here and I was out. Never found out what but it left him traumatized and he would rarely venture out after that. I never forced him, I would leave the door to his cage open if I was nearby and occasionally he’d come out and perch on my hand for a few minutes.
See ya later tejana.
Ann in AZ sent this to me this week. I couldn’t resist sharing it.
A Dog‘s Purpose? (from a 6-year-old).
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn’t do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker’s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.
The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker’s death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.
Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ”I know why.”
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I’d never heard a more comforting explanation. It has changed the way I try and live.
He said,”People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life — like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?”
The six-year-old continued,”Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”
Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.
Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy.
Take naps.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you’re not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY!
I’ve discovered something about Devon Rex’s. They don’t have whiskers. I originally thought something had happened to Mojo’s. Hmmmm, can’t add any Mojo whiskers to me whisker collection.
Now I know, I should wag my entire body and not just the parts that are easy to reach. “g”
Izzy at the Devon Rex wiki (that is one cool kitteh) has whiskers. The entry includes the following.
Be certain to check out the other awesome pics at the bottom of the wiki page while you’re there.
Now I’m gonna hafta go get Mojo and do some real investimagatin’. Here’s one that oughtta scare the hell out of the reichwingers.
Yep, they’re there. Short, reeeeeeel fine, and curly. Can’t feel them stroking his face either way.
I had a little change of caretakers for the cats lately. I noticed last week that alla cats want to be in the bedroom when I am there for the night. If they are too frightened to be on the bed (that would be Miss Sissy, The Mutt and Spooky), they lie in the doorway near the foot of the bed or in the case of The Mutt, under the dresser a respectable distance from her tormentor, Miss Sissy. Little and Lucy have dibs on the bed, and The White Cat sleeps at the other corner of the bed, on the floor. The White Cat has quit the bed after Lucy came and gave everyone the lowdown that She is the Top Cat, even though she seriously lacks seniority. Mr. Sadness keeps his distance, if he is in for the night, which is rare. They really miss the two-legged contact, it seems. I was quite amazed the first night I noticed this.
Sure ain’t gonna be able to find any of them when he drops them.
I think that is my favorite of the wiki pics. Downright mystical.
Have you seen the Selkirk Rex?
Pretty cat. Gotta be a bitch to brush.
Googled some pics of Selkirk Rex. This one guaranteed to make you go “awwwww.”
Yep, looks pretty high maintenance. I thought it was interesting how the fur even curls on the legs and paws.
So will this one.
Hooooo, shit, lookee here.
Was about to link to that one. “g”
Oh man, that is cool. Wish the pic was larger.
A really cute Devon.
That’s a good one. Here’s a real youngin’.
Like to see what this guy looks like growed up.
Awwwwwww
I heard ya fartin’ from 3 blocks away, dude. Lighten up on da pizza.
Wonderful. I sent it to my niece who has 2 dogs she just loves dearly.
Oh, cool.
Pic reminds me of Don Knotts for some reason. “g”
I’d better get out and commence to foraging. See y’all later.
naughtee puppeh
He’s sooooo cute.
Oh, my gawd, the six year old and the dogs’ lives story. I’m tearing up. The lessons you learn from dogs look kinda familiar (well, of course, if you know anything about them, you’re gonna come up with a similar list, I guess), but haven’t heard the child’s explanation for their short lives before. That’s just… sniff…oh, I gotta look at teh cute pix quick before the tears start to flow.
Lots of cute pix to look at.
Devon Rex
Selkirk Rex (the calico is just drop dead gorgeous)
She looks like she’s a Louis Wain painting
Gotta agree on the calico. Looks like she knows it, too. Wonder if it’s hard to brush them?
Boy, I gotta break down and download Firefox. Have had to close and reopen 3x in last half-hour. Something weird with fdl and a few other sites lately.
Meant to do that this weekend….but now it’s time to make lunch for tomorrow and get ready
Oops – somehow that posted without my consciously clicking “submit”. anyway, gotta go to bed early (sigh) to get up extra early (bigger sigh), as school starts tomorrow. Lord knows what traffic will be like. Have to expect backups everywhere.
Summer may be over on the school calendar, but the forecast says high temp Mon. will be 102.
Where are all those clever Repub congressfolk who told us the big snows last winter meant thre was no global warming? Hope they’re sweating without air conditioning.
Nite, all…hug your kittehs and puppehs, and have a good week.
Yeahhhhhhh, mayhaps. Had to go look.
Namaste, tejana
Say hello to Itsa for me.
Had to google Wain – forgot who he was. Hadn’t seen this one before. I like that kind of detail, and the thoughtful white cat.
Now I really am going. SD, your greeting will be passed on. ;)
Oh, and the first link googled: Caturday
Written on my birthday, no less.
Thanks for hosting another groovy Caturday, SD.
Whew… made it. Better late than never, I ‘spose. I see that SD has intro’d my new kitteh. Thanks for welcoming Kike to the pride. I found her at a vets office on Thursday. And as a result, I’ve discovered that just because someone has DMV after their names, it doesn’t automatically mean they are all-wise. They had no business spaying this lil girl…there was no way she was two pounds when they did. And since bringing her home, we’ve been having food adjustment problems resulting in diarrhea, which has been scaring the bejeezuz outa me. I think we have a handle on it now, but send healing thoughts and strength vibes if you can…we all know how fast tiny little infants like this can go downhill.
The good news is that she’s been drinking alot of water and staying hydrated and the formula I bought seems to be solidifying things for her. What worries me is that I know milk…lactose…can cause diarrhea after a certain age…I’m just not sure what that age is! So I’m mixing it with solid food and she seems to like it…and its staying down and staying in…. We’re taking it one day at a time.
She’s a MAJOR little social butterfly, bless her tiny heart! She has won Yoda’s heart already…I even caught him bathing her the other day. And my husband, a die-hard dog-person, is making a total fool of himself over her. She just wants to be held and snuggled all the time. If we don’t cater to her demands, she’ll let loose with the most desperate “My Momma’s neglecting me” series of meow’s you ever heard. You simply MUST go pick her up before she starts howling and convincing the neighbors that she’s being beaten! Once i stroke her into submission and contentment, I can put her down at my feet and she’ll follow me…bouncing through the house behind me with her little tail in the air…and as soon as I stop she’ll immediately try to climb my legs so she can get back up in my arms for some snuggling and stroking again. How she got this spoiled rotten in such a short amount of time is beyond me. But thats ok…thats why I wanted her and why I got her…so I could have a baby around to spoil rotten.
The only one in the house thats not thrilled about her arrival is Rosie. She’s not happy about this at all. But she’ll get over it. I’m certain of it. Even our two black labs are happy about her arrival. Of coarse, I can’t tell if they’re interested in playing with her, or eating her, so we’re keeping them at a safe distance for now. LOL
SD…glad to hear things have calmed down for you and yours. Thanks for posting the pic of my new baby.
Hugs all around,
Ima Stitchinfool
Congrats on your adorable new kitteh, stitchinfool.
Are you saying this is the big day…..If so, Happy, Happy from Rev and Angela. So, Happy anyway.
Oooops….I checked the link….Nice, heh.
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Say hi to Angela for me. We’re still waitin’ for pix. *g*
SD,
Just got a great email with priceless sleeping cat & some dog pics. If you email me at rosannecahn at aol dot com, I’ll forward it to you.
Hey, stitchinfool! Was hooping for a story about the little bebbeh.
What were they thinking, spaying a five-week old? But that’s certainly young enough for lactose to be digestible. Momma would surely still be nursing her. You’re feeding the kitty kitten milk, right?
I had one that cried all the time. That’s how she got to me; think she was dumped in the just-developing neighborhood, and wandered her way down the block, crying piteously, until she reached our house. Guess who took her in – for the next fourteen years?
So glad you have such a lovey-baby. Sounds like fun times at your place.
Well, it took me a day and part of another day to get thru the column and all the comments. That’s what happens when you come late to the party, unfortunately. But I had some things to do Sunday, and just couldn’t make it until late at night, and wanted to go thru the whole thing first and see the pics and all. But I just had to stop in and mention that the kitties and their mom went in Thurs. for spaying and neutering (whichever was appropriate for their sex, of course.) Mom got tested and she was negative for Feline Leukemia or kitty HIV. All three got an FVRCP shot; they need a booster in a month. All three are doing extremely well and healing with no problems whatever.
In fact, although I’ve tried to keep them quiet, and separated them in pursuit of that endeavor, I realized there really is little you can do to keep kittens from being kittens. The boy had to have a special kitty litter because the normal clay can cause infections, so luckily I had purchased a plastic container and some fish tank rock for a special litter for Spot when I thought I would need a urine specimen for him, but never actually needed to use it, so it got used this time. He got restricted to the bathroom, which he complained about every time I needed to go in there, but they told me to keep them separate, so I did for about 24 hrs.
Unfortunately, when I checked CalleyCat in my large walk-in closet, she had climbed to the very top of the boxes on the shelf over the clothes. Yes, that was disallowed. That’s why I decided to keep them separate for only 24 hrs. I had no place to keep them where they couldn’t climb or jump. So they got out of their imprisonment.
BTW, do you know why we use so much plastic? It’s because it doesn’t take scents very well and stuff does not adhere to it easily. That’s why, although the idea of a hot pepper rubbed along the length of my plastic oxygen tubing seemed like an excellent idea, it didn’t necessarily work that well. After I rubbed it on, I thought I’d check it myself, but when I put my tongue on it, nothing happened. No scent that I could detect, and it didn’t burn my tongue as I’d hoped either. There may be a residual odor that we humans cannot detect but kittehs can, though, since there’s only been one incident of chewing on my oxygen tubing since their operations. I plan to buy some bitter apple just in case I have a recurrence, though. I’ll use it as a last resort.
Saw the other two orange/white boys from my kitties litter. They are beautiful and having fun. They made themselves an integral part of my nephew’s family which also includes two other cats. Surprisingly, they didn’t know me; I scared them. My nephew and his wife swear nobody ever scares them, but we had to lure them downstairs so I could see them. It took them a while to warm up to me; they wanted nothing to do with me at first.
Congrats to stitchinfool on her new kitteh. She looks adorable. I’ll be hoping she gets stronger and more hearty by the day. Does she know what happened to the mother cat? How was Kike orphaned at such an early age?
Tejanarusa, so glad your mom appears to be doing so well, under the circumstances. We’ll be hoping she gets stronger and stronger as time goes by.
And to everybody else, just stopped in to say Hi! So Hello everyone! See you all next week, if the Good Lord’s willing and the creek don’t rise, as they say.
Great story. Learned something about plastic, too, we did. Just have to switch to flex aluminum tubing. *g*