Sunday, April 16, 2017
Happy Easter from all of us! Tabby went to PetSmart last weekend with Mommy Erin, JJ, and Mommy. She got her picture taken with the Easter Bunny and JJ! Everyone at the pet store loved seeing and petting her, and she learned a lot about bunnies and other small animals during the scavenger hunt that JJ did. She even brought back some Peeps toys shaped like bunnies for the rest of us!
The store didn't have the kitty-specific ones, so we got the ones with squeakers in them. Panther learned how to squeak them first, by sitting on one, then Dare bunny-kicked one, scaring herself when it squeaked. Freya tried her hardest to make another one squeak, but it wouldn't so she gave up on it. When Daddy or Mommy (usually Daddy, though) makes one squeak, Dare jumps and the rest of us run towards the Peep!
Keep away from those Easter flowers, and have a safe and happy Easter!!!
Friday, February 17, 2017
I'm hhhhhhooooooooommmmmmeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know it's not the best picture, but I wouldn't stay still! I'm soooooooo happy to be home again!!!!!!!!!! I dropped off the face of the earth last year and stayed away for months!!! I haven't told anyone what happened to me yet, but I'm doing just fine. I've put on a little weight, but that may be from it being so cold this winter. I found lots of nice, juicy mousies whenever I wanted, although I had to hunt for them. I love hunting, though, so that's never a problem for me.
Daddy and Mommy are trying to trap my buddy Niss this weekend to get him fixed, so there is that trap on the deck again. I hate the trap, but it's one more reason I know I'm home, so I marked it with my scent by rubbing my cheek against it while I ate. Daddy was watching the backyard, hoping to see Niss out there so they could call him over to get him used to the trap, and he saw me making my way through the back gate! He couldn't tell from that distance who it was, so he told Mommy it was Niss, but she could tell when she looked out because I was in the middle of the yard by then.
I sat in the yard meowing for a while, then dove under the deck and came out with a fat, juicy mouse. I ran off with it through the back gate, but then came back just a short while later. I circled the yard, meowing, and both my purrents meowed back and talked with me through the windows. I went under the deck to rest for a bit, and then slowly circled closer to the food that they'd put on the deck. I was hungry, but I still wasn't completely sure if I was safe, or if I was dreaming and would wake up and not be here but somewhere that wasn't safe instead. Also, it'll take me a while to get used to the other cats again because I automatically am distrustful of others until I can smell them and they can smell me, even if I can already tell they're my family. That's how I was the last time I disappeared, too.
I ate while I talked with Mommy, and a couple of the others stuck their heads out the door to say hi. One tried to climb up on the trap to say hi to me, but I ran off and Mommy put her back inside the house. I came back within a few minutes, though. Whenever Mommy would try to shut the door after talking with me, I would walk over to the middle of it and yell at her to open it again. I didn't want her to go away! She would open the door back up and talk with me again. I didn't want her to reach out to pet me yet, though.
She eventually had to go take a nap, but she told me she would be back after a while. When she came back to the door, I was ready! I got more food, and reached out to ask her with my paw if she would pet me while I ate. She did! This is real! I am home! I got ear scritches, neck scritches, back scritches, and side scritches! I haven't stopped making happy paws all over the deck and purring! I even wanted her to rub my left ear like she used to when I was a kitten, and she remembered! I gave her love bites every so often to make sure she was real and hadn't dissolved. She and I even played a petting game like we used to, where she reaches for the top of my head, then I duck her hand and bump it with the side of my face, then play-bite (just a love-bite) and pull her hand closer to pet me. She remembered that, too!
She has to go back all the way inside now and close the door for a while, so I'm going to stay right here and reacclimate myself, even if I do have to be by that trap. I see Sherbet has learned how to play with Autumn, and things have moved around quite a bit in the house, but it's still mine and it's still home! I'll probably investigate inside, but it'll probably take me a few more days to set foot in there and properly greet everyone and everything.
Sunday, October 16, 2016
Happy National Feral Cat Day! Today is very important to me because I've never known the inside of a house. A feral cat, also called a community cat, is one who is wild and unsocialized to humans. Although I'm getting there, I'm not to the point of allowing the humans to touch me for more than one stroke of a finger on my head, side, or whiskers. Then I move away and hiss, or sometimes just look and hiss.
Mouses, but the house air feels warm and dry! I really want to be in that shelter, whatever the dangers are, but I'm not quite ready. I'm still too leery of what might be hiding in there. My friend Sherbet, who used to be a feral like me, lives inside now and won't come back out here. He decided once he was in, that it was his forever home!
Yep, Niss, you're right! I love it in here. I know you would, too, if you gave it a chance. While some ferals don't ever adapt to life with or around humans, some of us transition to life indoors. Once I was trapped in a humane trap and neutered, given my first shots, and got my eartip to mark me as a feral, I was brought back to be inside in the trap while I healed for a few hours. When it was time to let me out, the humans gave me that chance because that's the "return" or "release" part of trap-neuter-release (TNR). I, however, didn't want to go out! I bit the mommy on the thumb (not hard) and escaped inside the house! I've been given multiple chances to "escape", but I love my life inside. I don't trust that scary blinking thing on the wall that gives off a weird smell and emits strange sounds, and I also don't trust the daddy's electric recliner when it talks. I love playing chase around the house with the others, especially with Autumn, though! I also have a green bouncy ball that I play with for hours at a time. I love to get pets from the humans, and will brush up against their legs to tell them I'm there, then wait to be petted.
You can go to the National Feral Cat Day website for more information about cats like us, and please give your ferals an extra treat today!
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Today is Remember Me Thursday, lifting up shelter pets and those who didn't make it. It's unfortunate that many shelters and humane societies in the U.S. and around the world are kill shelters. The main ones in our area are no-kill or close to it, but that still means that around half of the shelters in our area do euthanize adoptable pets.
Today, the world comes together to remember, help, and adopt those in shelters. 164 countries around the world celebrate Remember Me Thursday. Think of how many pets are being helped today in various ways!
So, how can you help? You may think, "But I'm just one! How can I make a difference?" You do make a difference, every day. You can be an advocate for animals in many ways.
- Speak up about pet adoption! If someone you know wants to adopt, share information on shelters in your area. Along with the many "Heinz 57" pets like me, there are purebred cats and dogs just waiting for a loving home and family to belong to.
- Share information on kill and no-kill shelters. Get to know the shelters and humane organizations in your area and advocate for them. Even being against pet euthanasia, we still recommend kill shelters as well as no-kill shelters to people looking to adopt. Why? Because they might find their forever pet there, and save it from the needle!
- Foster a pet or five. Our family fosters and adopts out cats that people bring us. Right now, we have three fosters: Dare, Autumn, and Panther. Dare came to us from a friend, as did Autumn. Autumn was a "Craigslist kitten", probably from a backyard breeder. Dare and Panther, who showed up in our yard as a socialized feral, lived outside before finding people to take them in. I, myself, was saved from a kill shelter, along with my four boys. I'll tell you more about that later.
- Make or buy blankets to warm the floors of the cages for pets waiting adoption. Grammy created the "Read Me a Blanket" program: children read books, crafters sew, knit or crochet blankets, and for every book read, a blanket is donated to the humane society. It's a wonderful way for the community to come together to help shelter pets. The blankets are not only placed in the cages while the pets wait; families are encouraged to choose one blanket when they adopt their forever pet, giving the pet a connection and a safe place at their new home. Many families then use those blankets when transporting their pet to and from the vet. Think Linus' security blanket! Other organizations make and donate blankets as well. Many shelters also take clean towels to be used in the cages.
- Donate something off the shelter's wish list. Many animal rescue and adoption organizations have a wish list on their website. Any item you donate from that list is appreciated. It could be a can of pet food, a toy, or even an office item like printer paper. Everything helps.
- Spread the word! Share this post, others like it, and the Remember Me Thursday website on social media with the hashtags #RememberTheRescue and #RememberMeThursday to add your voice to the movement. We all count!
|Little Bit and her 3-week-old boys, first day being fostered|
|Carbon with Little Bit's kitten sisters, first week of fostering|
The people left the shelter with us, packed us all into the car, and drove two blocks away. They opened the car door and threw my mama out onto the street! They then went to eat, leaving the rest of us in the car. I hid, and the others couldn't climb out. When the people came back, they did a very sensible thing. They remembered that the people two houses down were "cat people" and rescued animals, because my sister and cousin were already with those people. All seven of us who were left ended up at the new house. That became my forever family, and the nice people adopted out my two kitten sisters and all four of my boys. One of my boys later on had to be euthanized because of a genetic intestinal issue, but he had a good foster family, and even a forever home for two weeks.
Please help spread the word and be a force for shelter animals! "Opt to Adopt" is not just a campaign slogan, but a way of life and a way to save lives. Please share the message with the hashtags #RememberMeThursday and #RememberTheRescue and check out the Remember Me Thursday website for educational materials, information, more shareable memes, and a photo contest to benefit rescues. Thank you for all you do for animals.
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
|Carbon, June 8, 2005 to August 17, 2016|
Today I earned my angel wings. I'm sad about leaving my family, especially my sister, Tabby, but I'm glad to be feeling whole again in mind and body.
The above picture was taken a few years ago, when I was still feeling well. Within the last year, I've really been failing. I lost a lot of weight, my fur on my tail and sides got so matted that I begged Mommy to cut the mats out (which I hated doing) without a struggle. I yelled for food and followed everyone around for bites of theirs, so Mama Shawnee nicknamed me "Shark". She trained me to sit on the footstool in the kitchen and wait while she cooked omelettes, then she would give me bites of the egg and meat.
Within the last week, my mind's been failing, too. I've always been super-smart and alert, but lately I've been not listening, not responding the same way to others and things, and taking a while to realize when I needed to use the litter box. Well, that last one has been for a few months now, actually, although up until the last few days I would go try if someone said to.
Last night, Mommy came down the hallway to find me being a loaf (normal) with a glazed expression on my face (very not-normal). She asked me if I was ok, and it took me about a minute to focus enough to look up at her, and then I had a confused expression on my face. I didn't know how I'd gotten to that spot, why I was there, if I'd been headed somewhere else, or why Mommy was worried! She asked me if I wanted a hug or a cuddle, and I meowed sadly at her. My meow changed, too, from what it had been. I sounded as lost as I felt.
Mommy picked me up and gave me a huge hug, then carried me to a chair and sat down with me on her lap. She gave me another big hug while some of the other cats gathered around to sniff me. I tried to tell her that I was ready to go to the Bridge. The others knew it, too.
Early this morning, Rori ran to get Daddy, meowing her head off. Daddy didn't know what she was trying to tell him, but she sounded and acted very worried. Daddy asked Mommy, but she didn't know why, either. Once she woke up, though, she knew.
I was in my box lid in the dining room, where I loved to hang out and nap, but whenever anyone else approached the food or the water, I ran to them and beat them up. Then I ran back to my box lid and lay down again. Tabby was supposed to go on one of her animal-assisted therapy visits, but I beat her up, too, when she tried to eat breakfast. She was so upset, she ran and asked Mommy what was going on with me. Then she wouldn't leave the part of the room I was in, choosing to watch over me even though I wouldn't let her snuggle.
Truth be told, I didn't even recognize the other cats as my family today. All I knew was they were trying to get my food and my water, so I defended what was mine. I feel very sad about that, and I hope they know I didn't mean it personally.
Daddy and Mommy discussed what to do, but it was more like when, not what. Mommy called the vet, Mama Shawnee, and Mama Cai, while Daddy called Mama Erin and texted Debbie and Kimila (friends of ours who loved me). Once the purrents were ready, Mommy tricked me into the carrier bag and zipped me in. I tried to get out a few times, and ended up sticking my head out while we went out to the car, but Mommy was holding my head. I actually did better on the car ride than both Daddy and Mommy thought, but especially better than Daddy thought I'd do. I kept my pee in my body, which is a big thing for me on car rides, and hardly yelled at all. My purrents petted me while we traveled.
At the vet's, there were a lot of dogs on one side, but the other side was pretty quiet. Daddy checked me in while I lay in the carrier on the quiet side on Mommy's lap. Then Daddy held me for a while in the carrier, too. He reassured me that none of the doggies would come and get me, and told me none of them were Mixx, the one who lived with us until recently. Mixx lives somewhere else now; long story, and not ours to tell, but not by anyone's choice.
It was going to be 20 minutes for a room if my purrents wanted to be with me when the vet put me to sleep, or they could take me back right away if we didn't need a room. Daddy can't deal with being in the room emotionally, too sad for him. Mommy sometimes does and sometimes doesn't. She felt that it would be best if it were done as soon as possible, so the vet tech took me back. At 2:15 pm, I went to the Bridge. They wrapped me in a thin blanket that had been donated for that purpose and put me into a cardboard box, then taped it up and took my body out to my purrents. Mommy and Daddy both had been crying, and cried more when they got into the car.
At home, Mommy opened the box and took my body out, after uncovering my head and paws. Autumn wanted to hop in the box, but no one would let her. Then she saw me in there, and left the box alone. Daddy let everyone know what had happened, and he and Mommy petted everyone. My sister sniffed me, nuzzled my ear, sniffed my paws, and slowly walked over to Daddy. He told her how sorry he was, but that I wasn't coming back, then she walked over to Mommy to the same response. She slowly walked back, and conferred with Missy about it. One by one, everyone came to pay their respects. Sherbet didn't want to come up to my body, and hissed at Mommy when she went over to him to have him smell her hands, so she didn't push the issue. Starla was carried over to me, sniffed me, conferred with Tabby, then figured it out and ran to the chair. Daddy carried the twins in from the other room. Freya kept thinking that I was just sleeping, and came back many times to check on my, thinking I might wake up. Mommy got Rori, who took the news badly and bolted back down the hallway.
Daddy dug a hole and buried me by the cedar tree in the backyard, by the roses where Miss Marble is buried. That's the toughest part emotionally for him: digging the hole and laying the body to rest, then covering it up. It's so final. He and Mommy are going to keep the blanket I was wrapped in and use it in the carrier for the others for vet visits and things like that. They also have a clay double-paw print that I made for them at the vet's, with my name stamped below my paw prints.
I love you all, purrents, friends, sissy, nieces, nephews, and extended furmily! I'll wait for you here at the Bridge with the other angels.
P.S. How appropriate that today's Black Cat Appreciation Day!
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
It was my 11th purrthday last Thursday! I went visiting on Wednesday in my party dress, and everyone loved it. I'm having to go on shorter visits now that I'm getting older, because of my arthritis, but I still can visit for an hour easily and 1 1/2 hours at my regular place. That's plus the bus ride there and back!
Our humans have been rearranging all the furniture again! Almost everything in the living room moved, and two bedrooms got switched almost completely! I got to ride on a shelf as it was being moved, and the kittens we've been kitten-sitting didn't know what to do when the futon mattress came off so that could be moved.
We're posting our photohunt pictures late this time, because of all the rearranging. Have fun guessing whose paws are whose, and we'll tell you on Thursday! Carbon and Little Bit declined to pawticipate, because they wouldn't stay still for their paw pictures.
Are you a photohunter?
Friday, June 10, 2016
MOUSES!!!! Of all things in the world to be eating MY cat food! I let the raccoons, the occasional birdie, and the occasional possum eat MY food, but do I really need to put up with THIS???? A MOUSE has been consistently eating my food every morning!!! He or she comes up the side of the deck by the food pile, then steals a few crunchies at a time. Either he eats them on the spot or he takes them back to his storage, no one's sure. Sometimes, he definitely eats them on the spot, because Panther has seen him do that! Panther calls him HIS mouse, but I just want to make him my DINNER one of these days! MOUSES, but that mousie gets on my nerves!
In other news, I've gotten to the point of sniffing the humans' hands when they leave them down for me! I'll actually go up and nose-tap some of the time! This is, of course, after I hiss at them for being late with my food.