The CAT room!

Hey, welcome back, Roberta!
Lovely to see you in here again.

So Mr Mikey is as intolerant of the summer heat as you are? Perhaps you could both head for cooler climes around June? Just pack & go! Doesn't that sound just so easy?

Roberta! Hi, lovely to see you back.

Hi Roberta!

Good to see you here!

I don't know if Paddy enjoys the heat or not, and since he lives in Florida, I won't dare ask him, but he's shedding like nobody's business!

I notice he hides behind the screen door {lower part has panel which hides sun} as if to sneak up on the birds} on the porch he can watch and scan/screen the animals without being detected.

Oiy!

I've sometimes mentioned Timmy 'my' previous cat and I found this photo I took of him today and thought I'd share it.

We were playing with him with some screwed up paper and he's about to pounce, I'm lying flat on the floor to take the picture and didn't notice until I was in the darkroom - look at the headline on the newspaper!

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Vivien
wonderful photo!

I second that, Margo. Gorgeous photo, gorgeous cat. Can't make out the headline though.

MASSACRE!

Always nice to see Roberta.

Hey, I got three cats for sale. There's a cricket in the house, and it's driving me buggy, so to speak. Will they catch it? Will they even stalk it? No, they sit there like three bumps on a log, gazing around with total unconcern at nothing at all. Wretched beasts!

Me too!
Viven, you'll have to tell us what that headline says! We want to know!

Margot read it - MASSACRE - it just seemed so right! seen larger it's easier to read.

Still miss him after all this time <sniff>


there was a poor little dead sparrow in the living room at the weekend and Paddy is prime suspect in the murder case

So the bell thing with Paddy, Vivien?

if it carries on then it will have to be. He'll hate it as he's never had a collar (they are both microchipped)

Vivien, Timmy is gorgeous! How long did you have him? It must be horrid when our pets have gone on to greener pastures.

Paddy was just here playing intently with something ... I got curious and took a closer look, it was a chameleon which Paddy had already tore up a wee bit, but he was still moving. I managed to scoop it up and noticed his chest was showing, minus the skin but he was alive. I placed him outside on the grass, so hopefully his family will come along and patch him up.

Paddy was just playing with him, he told me so! Little bugger .... he can't leave the little critters alone!

Bad Paddy!

We had Timmy for 18 years and I was absolutely heartbroken when he developed kidney failure and eventually I had to make that awful final trip to the vet. He was a one-person cat and he was mine - rather I was his! He always knew if I wasn't well or was upset and sat with me.

he was very very independent and 'don't tell me' with a flick flick of the tail when told not to do something though!

I used to leave the small top window open for him at night and he'd come and go as he wanted - if he came in I'd hear the blinds rattle and call down 'what have you been doing then?' and he'd come upstairs miaowing a long involved story all the way - wish i could have understood it!

He was a stray kitten, one of 3 that a silly boy across the road was keeping in a dark windowless shed - his dad found out and they came round door to door trying to find them a home - he was the last one left, scared stiff and skinny.

At first he wouldn't go out at all, he was too frightened of not being allowed back in I think, so I started putting him out counting to 10 and then letting him back in and reassuring him that, see, he could come back. Well I'd done it about 5 times and opened the door again and ...... no cat. Looked up ..... he's clinging to the doorframe at eye level! he learnt to open doors by jumping up and hanging on the handle, very intelligent.

I'll have to find a picture of Casey - who was fluffy, dim and real little Marilyn Monroe of a cat.

Oh Vivien, what a sad story about Timmy ... he is absolutely gorgeous and such a charmer. My heart breaks for you that you no longer have his physical presence, however I know for sure you have his spirit with you. I don't think anybody we ever love or who loves us ever leaves us.

I love your stories Vivien, you have such a way with words:)

 1.  Put both lids of the toilet up, and add 1/8 cup of pet shampoo to the water in the bowl.
2.  Pick up the cat and soothe him while you carry him towards the bathroom.
3.  In one smooth movement, put the cat in the toilet, and close both lids. You may need to stand on the lid.
4.  The cat will self agitate and make ample suds.  Never mind the noises that come from the toilet; the cat is actually enjoying this.
5.  Flush the toilet three or four times. This provides a "power-wash" and "rinse."
6.  Have someone open the front door of your home.  Be sure that there are no people between the bathroom and the front door.
7.  Stand behind the toilet as far as you can, and quickly lift both lids.
8.  The cat will rocket out of the toilet, streak through the bathroom, and run outside, where he will dry himself off.
9.  Both the commode and the cat will be sparkling clean.

Dubious advice, Clare, dubious!



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I thought that newspaper headline said "MASSAGE," always high on the list of what a cat wants....

Speaking of summer, I must tell a story of my sister's cat in North Dakota. In the dead of winter he'd cry at the back door to be let out, and would change his mind when he saw the snow and ice. Sis would close the back door, and Cat would go and cry at the front door instead!

Sis said Cat had a theory... she started calling the front door "The Summer Door."

Teehee, who says cats can't reason?

When our late Poindexter was around, I would let him out the front door whenever it was raining in order to keep him from wandering out toward the street, as the rain would keep him along the side of the house, under the eaves. In good weather he'd be let out the back door.
After awhile he figured the back door was the way to good weather, and so he'd becomed really cheesed when he found foul weather outside both doors. He'd mutter things he wouldn't say in polite company. And hiss, too.

While Poindexter was around, he and Nekochan were an item, and though he's been gone over six years, Nekochan will pause by his favorite shady spot by the driveway, seemingly in contemplation, to this day.