msolga, For the last few months Mikey has taken to sleeping close to my head rather than at the foot of the bed. It must be some kind of contagious feline mindset. I'm glad he hasn't tried to drape himself around my head--yet. A Mikey tiara. Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
Diane, Wait till you come back. Then get a cute little kitten. Note: Discuss with Fred first.
Diane, I'm sooooooooooooooo happy for you, you won't regret it but may end of wanting more than one kitty.
Right now Paddy is sprawled out on the floor, his paw curled into his chest, fast asleep. You almost can't see him because he's the same color as the carpet!
I bought him new dry food, it's for weight control, he got to his bowl and did a 180 ... doesn't like it at all!
That's enough to make you lose weight:)
urs53 wrote:What a nice picture, msolga! I am sure you two looked very graceful :-)
A limit of cats per household? Hmmm, we don't have that, either. In some cases, it would surely be good, though...
Why thank you, urs! I'm not certain it was an elegant look, though!
I think the household limit applies here because most cats are outdoor cats. We are mostly house, rather than apartment dwellers. (Though apartments are becoming much more the way to go with many.) The extra cost for non-neutered cats makes a lot of sense when you consider they're outside a lot. Strays (poor things) are a real problem. I've had to rescue many an unfortunate in my time!
margo wrote:Olga
Wassamatta you?
It's a Flat-cat-hat. Flatty knows that winter is on the way - and it can get bloody cold. He's just getting ready early, that's all!
Big hat, that Flatty hat!
Vivien wrote:Rosie insists on her head near mine but never ever comes on the bed with us since she was tiny (and then she insisted). Watching TV she'll curl up with her little wet nose pressed tightly into either my neck under my chin or my cheek.
Paddy is barred from the bedroom following 2 'accidents' on the duvet when he was little - I was under the d*** duvet the second time
and am NOT risking that again thank you! Why the duvet? He never sits on my knee as he's Daddy's little boy - he sits on his lap buttering him up shamelessly.
We don't have to register cats here but they are both microchipped.
I want to see a photograph of Rosie pressing her wet nose on your cheek, Vivien!
As for that naughty, naughty Paddy - now THAT was unfortunate!
Such a BOY thing to do!
I think you're right about the Russian hat behaviour in preparation for winter, Vivien. A hot night last night. Not a sign of the beast! What an opportunist!
Diane wrote:Misti, I will postpone getting a kitten until we return from Europe. I wouldn't want to leave the poor little thing so soon after we brought it home. But yes, I'm thinking of kitties more and more--I'm slip slidding right into letting a kitten take over our home.
... I am such a gonner--thinking about soft furry little bodies, purring, racing around the house then stopping instantly for a nap, then making the rounds again at top speed. The smell of sweet little kitten breath. Oh yes, I've lost it completely....
Hooray! Go for it, Diane!
I remember how much you missed the feline companionship when you moved home. Lucky cat that gets adopted by you, that's what I think!
Roberta wrote:msolga, For the last few months Mikey has taken to sleeping close to my head rather than at the foot of the bed. It must be some kind of contagious feline mindset. I'm glad he hasn't tried to drape himself around my head--yet. A Mikey tiara. Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
A Mikey tiara! What a scary thought, Roberta!
Hmmmm ... I wonder why they appear to have taken to doing this, world-wide, though.
Maybe it's some new trend or feline conspiracy?
{{{{{{{{{{ HUGS TO ALL }}}}}}}}}}
Tomorrow I drive to Denver for a visit with my brother and other family in different parts of the state. See you next weekend.
Misti26 wrote:...I bought him new dry food, it's for weight control, he got to his bowl and did a 180 ... doesn't like it at all!
That's enough to make you lose weight:)
No, they don't take to these human-imposed restrictions on diet at all well, do they, Misti? I have noticed this!
Be strong! Avoid those imploring eyes. Disregard the bad behaviour! Paddy will be thin!
Good luck, you're going to need it! :wink:
Diane wrote:{{{{{{{{{{ HUGS TO ALL }}}}}}}}}}
Tomorrow I drive to Denver for a visit with my brother and other family in different parts of the state. See you next weekend.
And hugs to you & Dys, Diane! Have a great time!
Couldn't resist sharing this with you all:
Hey, that's Flatty she's holding, Misti!
You see msolga, she has great taste:)
AND she's VERY intelligent! :wink:
CRISPY CRITTER
by Lynne Massie
From Kittycatlover
It was a warm July day when my daughter and I saw a cloud of
black smoke near our local hardware store.
We quickly drove over to watch news being made as the store was
overtaken by fire. No sooner did we arrive then a puff of smoke came
running out of the building into the hands of a paramedic.
Realizing it was a kitten, I followed them to the ambulance
where it was dunked into a bucket of saline.
"If it doesn't belong to anyone, I'll take it."
Relieved, the paramedic handed me a black, wet, glob of burned
mess. The only thing recognizable was a pair of eyes pleading for
relief. It couldn't even mew.
We dashed to the nearest vet, praying the kitten would live
until we arrived.
"Please hold on," we pleaded.
The black eyes stared at me without a sound. The vet took one
look and said, "This cat is so badly burned his lungs are probably
seared and his skin will turn to leather and fall off. You need to
put him to sleep."
"What? You haven't even tried to save him. I'm a cancer
survivor who has proven you can beat the odds. I can't just put him
to sleep. This cat may die, but it won't be for lack of trying.
Thank you for your time."
We dashed to another vet who gave the same line. On to a third,
who said what we wanted to hear.
"I think this kitten may have a chance."
We then broke the news that we could not afford much in the way
of treatment, especially for a stray. Fortunately, by then, she was
attached to the little thing and agreed to free treatment if we would
pay for the medications.
"If he is still alive tomorrow and his lungs have not filled
with fluid, we will give it a go," she said.
"That's a deal!"
"What's his name?" she asked.
"His name? Hmmm. I think we'll call him Crispy Critter."
Thus began a 24-hour ordeal of treatments and sleeping with him
on the couch -- cuddling, petting, nurturing, and treating his severe
burns. He made it through the first 24 hours and over the next
several days much of his skin died. Pieces began to fall off --
first the tops of his ears, then a toe, then half his tail, then
another portion of his foot.
It was gruesome and we began to wonder if we had made a mistake.
But, as we sat cuddling him looking into those black eyes, we knew we
had to keep trying. Soon we were rewarded with some quiet meows.
Over the next four months, while we continued to peel away dead
skin and treat the burns. Smoke inhalation left him with an
asthma-like wheeze and an intestinal tract that had little
peristaltic movement -- meaning he could not move his bowels.
Discouraged, we finally had to admit that giving enemas to a cat
everyday was not something we could continue. So with a heavy heart,
we took him to the vets ready to give up.
As we walked in, a relief vet happened to be passing through
town. When he saw the scraggly-looking Crispy, he exclaimed, "What
happened to that cat?"
After telling him the story, he said, "I read of a new surgery
that might solve the intestinal problem. I was hoping to have an
opportunity to try it and will do it for free. But you need to know
he may not survive".
With tears running down our checks, we kissed and cuddled
Crispy, as we said our goodbye.
The next day we got the call from the vet.
"Crispy is alive! He is ready to go home. What a courageous
cat he is. Only time will tell if he has turned the corner."
With both elation and tears, we rushed to the vets to bring him home.
That was three years ago. Today, Crispy, the Courageous Kitten,
struts around on his toe-less feet with his half tail held high. His
face is scarred, he has only half of his ears and he OWNS the house.
He rules over three big dogs, three other cats, and one bird.
Not a day goes by that I don't look at him and remember that no
matter how difficult the challenge appears, we should never give up
without a fight.
When we dedicate our whole self to a goal, miracles really do occur.
What an amazing story, Misti!
What a wonderful story! That's part of what I love about cats... they may appear delicate, but they're really tough as nails!
Had to post this photo of Binky on my head....
Apparently cats all over the world have secretly communicated.... sleep on your owner's head!
Thanks for the story, Misti. And thanks, BK, for the photo of the gorgeous head-sitting cat.
Someone sent me flowers. Mikey loves flowers. I let him sniff and investigate to his heart's content. Hey, wait a minute. Did I say he could eat the heather?
Roberta
He ate the heather? Was there much of it? Is he OK?
Ah, I always knew Mikey was the sensitive, flower adoring type! Here's the proof!
BorisKitten wrote:What a wonderful story! That's part of what I love about cats... they may appear delicate, but they're really tough as nails!
Had to post this photo of Binky on my head....
Apparently cats all over the world have secretly communicated.... sleep on your owner's head!
BK
Yours does it, too!
Has Binky been talking to my Flatty? Is this some sort of conspiracy, do you think? Hmmmmmmmmmm ....
