14 posts tagged “cats”
that are not really cats cats.
I love cats and would love to have another one but I fear our dog (Betty) would kill it. We did have Carl (who died last May) but they came together as puppy and kitten and loved each other. Any other cat Betty sees she wants to kill.
But I have foster cats. They seem drawn to our house.
This is Casey. She ran away from home to come and live with me about two years ago. Her owners (who live two doors down) bought a new dog and it hounded her so terribly that she ran away and came here. And its funny that when her old owner walks past the house and sees her, he doesn't even stop and giver her a pat, doesn't even say - how you doin' pussy cat.
Like one of babys new feline friends she loves to rub around on hard bumpy concrete, smooching, rolling and dribbling.
And clean. She's like a little feral. Always itchy and always has little bumps and sores on her. I do buy her treatments and she's much better during winter, but as soon as she sees me coming with a tube of treatment she runs away and I don't see her for a day.
And she loves to follow the sun throughout the day. Starting on the roof of the car in the morning, moving across the yard through the day, up against the fence, until it gets to this point where she can go no further. That looks comfy. She was actually sleeping.
So she's like mine, but she's not really mine. Vinnie isn't mine either. But you'd think he was. He likes to bash little girl cats up. He became so nasty to the cat he lives with that he was put on female hormones to make him more gentle. I think they have made him fat. But he is very sweet really, to me anyway. He looks like he's just spied someone to go and smack around a bit. Probably Sabrina, the cat across the road. He tracks her movements all morning. The lady who owns Sabrina came across to complain to me once about Vinnie fighting her all the time. Was good to be able to say - he's not mine.
Then there is Charlie (of the big fur who won't look at me) who visits daily and I've noticed a new tortoise shell under the bush in the front yard a few times. No idea where she lives but she won't talk to us yet. So when people visit they often say - oh, you have four cats, as if I'm a freak, when I actually have none. I am catless Cat.
Messing with Charlie because he always looks cranky and dark.
And Betty catching some rays. Because I know I always bitch and moan about how cold it is, and its not really. We have very mild winters. We have about three weeks where the days are about 15 degrees and the rest of the time is quite pleasant. Take today - even though its the middle of winter I can get around in a tshirt and cardigan and not have a heater on.
Anyway, Betty, she can always make a comfortable spot look uncomfortable. She sleeps on this old lounge seat.
But she likes her head to hang off the edge.
Then every now and then she likes to have a wrestle with her sheet. She gets it on top of her and wriggles around under it with her feet up in the air. Sometimes I find her walking around the backyard still in it because she's stuck.
And here she is just being her general attractive self. Sunning the tum.
This is Charlie. He lives two doors down. He finds life quite confronting. And although he's not a cranky boy like he looks he might be, he doesn't like to be looked at and he doesn't like to look at anyone.
He likes to catch the morning sun on the roof of my car. The size is fur not fat. Every summer he has a shave as he gets all knotted up. Never mind how dirty my car is. We have strict water restrictions here so no outdoor hoses at all allowed.
Not looking
Pretending I'm not there
Even when I get right in his face.
Almost
See, he's a beautiful boy.
Because this would absolutely be the best place to have a rest. Really.
Is there anything more unpleasant than sitting down on the toilet, only to discover that the seat was wet.
I hate that.
Wondering if the dampness on the back of your thighs is flush overspray or someone elses urine overspray.
Anyway I've a message for Lavender and anyone else who has cats that aren't feeling the love for each other. I was just flicking through a magazine (Good Health) and saw a question from a reader who has cats that don't get along. So here's the solution
Bach Flower Essences work very well for pets. It sounds like the tom could benefit from Willow for resentment and Holly for dislike, whereas the female needs a few drops of Centaury, for it's quiet gentle nature, and Aspen for anxiety and fear. Pop two or three drops into their drinking water or food. Give them a daily dose for about two weeks, then as required.
Sometimes the best thing you can do is keep your mouth shut. Otherwise you can find yourself in the middle of a long rambling explanation that leaves you sounding guilty of something.
Take for example the situation I found myself in when the police came knocking at my door. Two of them, fully decked out. And they say to me:-
We were wondering if you had seen anyone suspicious lurking around the old ladies house across the road.
I stand there with my slightly concerned, yet helpful face on. They go on to explain that the old lady has been away for a few days and when she arrived home she found her garage door slightly open so rang the police to report someone had broken into her garage.
And there was a fraction of a second where I almost considered telling them the truth. I almost said -
Yes, that would be my husband.
Then I would have had to go on to say that, well our cat went missing you see and I noticed the old lady's garage door had been open and I thought the cat may have gone over for a sticky beak (because cats are like that aren't they). So anyway, I said to my husband 'you should go over and have a look in the old lady's garage just in case big man is in there'. So he did (big man wasn't in there) and obviously (being a trouble maker) he didn't shut the garage door properly and now the old lady has come home (and totally over reacted in my opinion), reported it to the cops and here you are. Case solved.
But that could have lead anywhere.
So I shook my head and said
No, sorry, I haven't seen anyone.
Found this outside the back door - only one though, ususally there's two. It's tiny. Hard to imagine that the teeny little thing that came out of it can survive the nest, the hawk, the magpies and the weather. And the cat when we had him. He had a few. He was like a possessed demon when he knew there were baby doves around. He scaled the garage wall like spiderman once to get to them. No easy task considering he weighed 9 kilos.
Now if I'd been thinking I'd have put a 10 cent piece near it so you could see how timy it is. Doh.
Show us a neighbor.
That seems a bit stalker like doesn't it. If I thought it was polite I'd show you my neighbour Shirley. But instead I'll show you my other neighbour - Charlie. He's a pretty good neighbour. Eats a bit much though.
We have a little stray cat that lives with us. So I guess she's not stray anymore. She lived down the road but had such a nervous stressful life she decided it would be nicer here. This is a photo of her when she first came. She was about 4 years old here and as you can see her growth was stunted due to stress I'd say. (There are 4 small dogs at her place that chased and harrassed her endlessly). She was a mini cat. Actually looking at that now I can't believe how small she is. Her back legs just don't look right.
She's been with us about 18 months now and I think we'll have to consider putting her on a diet. She has you might say blossomed. Because she hasn't grown in structure much the weight all goes to her tummy. She likes to get in the gutter and roll around. A soon as you go outside she runs to the gutter and starts rolling. But even though she wants you to touch her, if you do she bites you. Head patting is acceptable.
I know a lot of people around here check out the cheezburger site religiously - hi all cat lovers. This one had me laughing - any time I need a laugh today I'll think of this
