Wednesday, June 26, 2019

When They Were Only Tiny...


This picture is from 2004. Toby was about four months, Leia was the older woman at 6.


How quickly they took over my heart, and my life. 


I had a birthday on the 25th; it was my first one without them. 
Next week, it will be my first 4th fireworks noise without them.

Some people have pets, and when they are gone, are sad for a bit but they were, after all, only pets.

That's not me. When Leia left my world was spiderwebbed with fractures;
when Toby left it shattered entirely.
All my memories, my daily and weekly habits and meanderings, included them somehow.

It's now been six months.


Thursday, June 13, 2019

Baby Burds - Look AWAY, Tabbies o Trout Town!


This is a rescue story. Not a cat rescue story, but baby burd rescue.

These lil peepers were nested in the bushes right behind my office window. I'm embarrassed to admit that although I heard them screaming earlier this week, I didn't realize they were babies. I was busy, and just vaguely chalked it up to Noises Burds Make.


Today they got VERY loud. For good reason - we believe that mom either got spooked off by all the people coming and going and being noisy themselves, or met a sad end. We do have burds of prey here. These babies were so hungry that they screamed at everyone who came close to freaking feed them already, ok?

Someone with more sense, and knowledge of burds, than I do, correctly realized what was happening, and took the entire nest away to a local vet that is a pick up point for a wildlife rescue group. The babies were fed right away, and were due to be picked up within the hour of their arrival, so I feel certain that they now have a good chance of survival.

There were four of them. Two were actively demanding they be fed, the third wasn't doing so well, and the fourth... has gone on to a Better Burd World. That was my deciding vote for removing them now instead of waiting to see if mom is coming back.

I don't especially like burds, but I have no wish to see any animal suffer, so I'm glad they are in experienced hands now. Fly free, and please don't poop on my car in future, ok?

 Thanks.

Monday, June 10, 2019

Yep, It Came Back.



Let the kittens help us through this day.

Thursday, May 30, 2019

Thankful Thursday - The Tum Edition


I was always blessed that both my kittehs enjoyed, or at least tolerated with good grace, tummy attention. Rubs, snorgles, face squishing, all were good. Especially if they weren't really required to do anything except lay there.


Leia had the most amazing shading on her tummy. I never was able to take a picture that fully captured the way her cinnamon underfurs looked, but trust me, it was a natural work of art.
She enjoyed the admiration, rolling and stretching and showing off her loveliness.


I miss them.

Hug yours.

Friday, May 24, 2019

Second Attack

I feed two ferals. The one I call Shae scratched me about a month ago; I was talking to her right before I fed her, and she reached up and swiped my arm. It was very small and I chalked it up to hungry impatience.

So I stopped trying to touch them and mostly just fed and talked while I kept moving. This morning, after I put down the food, she attacked my arm while I bent over to fill the water dish. Claws and I believe one puncture with a fang.

So now what ????  She's always been more vocal and will come closer to me than her sister. Her sister was present at feeding time yesterday and Shae hissed at her. Maybe this morning was a reaction to that ?

I love cats. I do not love being attacked for doing nothing.

Saturday, May 18, 2019

For Crockett



Today, we honor the sweet and much lamented Crockett from Lone Star Cats.

He was famed for his tongue razzies; I was always a big fan of those.
Never seen a cat do them with such style and enthusiasm.

He passed a few days ago in a tragic accident. It's incredibly unfair that such a young, healthy being should have to leave so soon, but so much of life is accepting the inexplicable.

To his family, I offer my deepest condolences. I, along with many in the blogosophere, mourn with you. We share our stories, and our pictures, and our heartaches. And our losses. He may have lived with you, Lone Star, but in a very small way he was ours too. 

Angelique and Travis, please take good care of your people. I hear Angie is already doing an especially good job of that. Travis, I know you miss your BFF terribly. 

Orange has long been one of my favorite colors but I actually don't have anything orange to wear,
but in my heart, I am all over orange, I promise you.


- Cathy


Friday, May 3, 2019

A Whiskery Friday



At some point after I got Leia's pawprint cast, I started thinking it would have been nice to have something from them. Maybe it was just a stray thought born from my grief, but the next day, I found a whisker. And I was overjoyed.... From one of my beloved furriends, and naturally shed.

It took months of vacuuming before I found the second one, but as you see, I have one from each of them now. My little display is really just temporary for now. I'm hoping in the future I can hire an artist to create something lasting and beautiful.

Friday, April 26, 2019

A Tail Would Have Been Better


This morning I step onto my patio to go to work. There was half a lizard laying on his back. Not just the tail, which they can regrow.... No, literally half a lizard. The poor lil guy looked like a shark victim from Jaws.

You will be glad I skipped the photo op.

Even better, I tried to sweep him off the porch and he.... Started.... Wiggling....

I was, and still am, thoroughly squicked out. I guess I should have dispatched him completely but I just couldn't.

So, why? Did my feral choose my patio for a snack and got bored with half? Was this a tip for the meal service I provide? I really hope this doesn't become a habit!

Happy Friday.

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

BOBCAT!


Today my sister and I went to Maclay Gardens, a beautiful state park here in Tallahassee. It has a very nice lake, picnic tables, and so on. (It also has gators but we aren't talking about those today.)

After we paid the entry fee and were driving to the picnic area, guess what crossed the road in front of us??? Yep, a beautiful big kittycat. Sadly I have no pics but trust me, he was pretty awesome. Seeing him made my whole day. 

I do have pics of the ebil squirrel that stalked us for our lunch. Seriously, he WOULD NOT go away. We had to keep shooing him off. I draw the line at feeding park squirrels, my friends. 

If you should ever visit the City of Too Many Trees, make time for this park. It also has a section for flower gardens. 

Sunday, April 14, 2019

But Wait. We DO Have the Best Option!

Don't despair, friends and visitors. The lovely and mega-floofy
Coconut Rice Bear has just announced her candidacy, and I for one am very excited.


Click here for her speech on Facebook (has subtitles for us humans).

We're saved!



** this post is intended as humor, not a political statement.

Friday, April 12, 2019

The Burning Question of the Week -

WHAT HAPPENED TO assange's CAT??

1. I think the world wants to know. I've seen stories in many major online publications already.

2. I believe journalism is a noble profession. For many, I would even go so far as to say it's a calling.

3. That weasel is NOT a journalist. He's a sensation seeker, at best, one step above the National Enqu.

4. I don't believe he actually cared about Mr. Embassy Kitteh; that poor feline was just a tactic to gain sympathy and attention.

5. Seriously, dude, you had to be carried out like a moldy old carpet? Even Lori and Felicity had the grace to walk on their own legs to their court appointments.


**** I am sure that at this very moment, many are scrambling around to find out what
happened to Mr. Embassy Cat. They all want to be the first to announce where he went.


Tuesday, April 9, 2019

Saturday, April 6, 2019

Caturday


My girl would want you to know that she, too, had a bed-centered ritual. Whenever she wanted to come visit me, she would go to the right side of the bed, stretch up and scratch her claws on the side of the mattress. Every. Single. Time. Then she'd jump. Of course, she weighed nothing so it was often hard to know she had jumped up. Even still, her scratching was barely noticeable. 


Unlike Toby, who had the weight of a small pony, and there was never any mistaking when he got on the bed. Or even walking on the floor, I could always hear the click click of his nails.


In other news....

I was so very sorry to hear of the loss of Miss Newton from Colehaus Cats.
So many of my blogging furriends have passed or are passing on.
Right now the losses are hitting me very hard.

A conclusion...
I'm very glad to have an end to the work squirrel story. The company came back the next day
and finally discovered the sad remains in the AC duct return.

Now go out and enjoy this spring weekend!!!

Wednesday, April 3, 2019

An Unfortunate Consequence.

Remember the squirrel story from the other day? Something got to it.

It's in the ceiling. Maybe the wall.

Trouble is, no one can find it.


But we can all smell it.

My entire workplace is permeated with it. I'm waiting on a professional to come find it for us.

Sunday, March 31, 2019

My Toby


This is one of the few pieces of brand new furniture I've ever purchased.
I got it from Haverty's, and I am very proud of it. And Toby knew that....

When he wanted to be fed in the early morning, he would go through a series of steps designed to get me up and going. But his final step? Standing on the nightstand, stretching out full length,
he'd claw the corner.


He knew purrfectly well that would get me up in a hurry! 

This was the only piece of furniture I ever got mad about either of them messing up.
When living with cats, we just accept the reality of less than pristine home furnishings.

I always planned to have this corner fixed by a professional.
Now, it's just a small memorial to my beloved, occasionally super aggravating orange boy.


I saw this super dignified, retired Golden this morning at the Publix parking lot.
These dogs tend to age so well.

Thursday, March 28, 2019

Squirrels and Snakes Oh My!

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My city, Tallahassee, was carved out of a forest. And animals live in that forest.
And sometimes... humans and animals come into contact with each other. 

I suspect both sides are routinely horrifed by this.

My workplace backs up to a big forest. And the building's weak entry points has allowed for squirrels to get in the ceiling. Right above my office. On Tuesday I could hear them scrabbling up there ALL DAY LONG. Wednesday and today, they frequently made noise too. And I know they are up there chewing on wires, among other things.

Their prescence no doubt explains why on Monday, coming back from the other large building we have, I saw a big black snake doing its bessssst to get through the glass office door. It was literally crawling up it. Guys, this was seriously freaky!!

I couldn't imagine why it was trying so hard to get in. Now I know.
Squirrels, after all, are just cute tree rats. 

I don't know what kind of snake it was. It could have been venomous;
we do have water moccasins and rattlers here. 

The joys of nature. 

Happy Friday.

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Progress!

I put out the food before I leave for work. This morning I was standing on the front porch, rattling the food and calling out.

It's also mostly dark now; suddenly there's a meow at my feet and there she is! I make her work just a bit though, talking to her. SHE RUBS UP AGAINST MY LEG! Still meowing. And I get to give her a real petting too. It's clear she likes the attention but isn't entirely sure about it.

We go to the back patio so she can have breakfast. So we're definitely making progress here.


Sunday, March 24, 2019

Easy Sunday

It's quite nice out there, not too hot, sunny, blue skies. I am enjoying this while it lasts, 
before the heat sets in.

Random stuff:

1.  Jenny the Garden Cat continues to be ridiculously photogenic. She even has admirers visiting her in the garden, and sending her gifts! Exactly as it should be.

2. I saw Shae today, when she dropped by for lunch. She's looking good actually, the fur is growing back. So it looks like it was mostly a spring thing, maybe fleas and/or pollen. I wish I could get her a good flea preventive in pill form but that requires a vet visit. You'd think they could have different rules for ferals. I'm planning on building a drop trap, which apparently is the only real way to capture a reluctant kitteh.



Speaking of ridiculously photogenic...

My beautiful Leia. This was from our townhome in NC.
She spent quite a bit of time guarding the stairs for some reason.

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

The Cats Are Smarter Than I Am

.... which will be a surprise to no one who knows cats. I was horribly unsuccessful in trapping my guys, and the rescue is coming by this evening to retrieve their traps. Others are waiting to use them. The first day I put out a trap, it was sprung twice, but without a feline on the inside. My real problem is these guys just aren't that hungry; they come by to graze. I know for a fact they are fed at at least one other house. 

Since both are tipped, the urgency is lacking but sadly so is a lot of fur, so I wish I could have gotten them. I can only hope it's just a spring thing and the fur returns. 

In other news....

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I found Jenny the Garden Cat on Facebook recently, and I am completely smitten with this kitten.
She looks a bit like my Leia, and seems to have a gentle, sweet purrsonality. She was born in or near this garden, and returned recently to see if there was an opening for Garden Cat.. and there was! Jenny interviewed the humans there and found them to be acceptable staff. 

This is actually a weather garden for a TV station, and it's beautiful. I wish so much I had something like this; I'm not jealous of people who have luxury cars or big houses with every amenity known to mankind, but I get very wistful over gorgeous outdoor space.  

Saturday, March 16, 2019

Sunday, March 10, 2019

And Now, We Wait


The other patio also has a trap, with food, just waiting.. waiting... waiting...

I went out for a short while and came back to see SOMEONE had been playing in the refilled water bowl, but had not yet decided to partake of the gravy soft food.

Smart, but not in her or his best interest, but when have cats ever cooperated with going to to the vet?

This is my first experience with rescue groups and trapping cats.
I do have some good news though - looks like Shae does indeed have a tipped ear.
BARELY.



I showed the pics to the wonderful lady from the rescue group and we concurred, this is a tipped ear. Next time vet people, PLEASE make it a little more obvious. Not Shae lost half an ear, so there is no question about him.

So why the vet visit? First, rabies shots! Very important. I was told that's the first thing they do after sedation. Hopefully it's the three year shot, I can't imagine they'd do the one year for ferals.

Also, missing fur patches. I noticed it a week or so ago, especially on Not Shae but now she is missing fur too. Ringworm? Mange? Fleas? Allergies, pollen??
Those with experience of outdoor cats, feel free to weigh in.
All I know is from indoor, tame (grading on a curve here) felines.

I am so very open to suggestions to help the cats get in the cages. Probably not much to do but wait. Here is the kick though - these are not starving cats. They like my food but I've watched them several times. They both graze, and do not inhale that food like it's been three days. I know there is or was a house up the street that also feeds them, and I suspect they are very good hunters on their own.


And now, a huge THANK YOU to the awesomeness that is Chewy. I asked them about traps; they didn't carry them but sent out food. A lot of food. So much that I gave the 22 lb bag of Friskies to the rescue lady for their use. I still have the 16 lb bag of Meow Mix, the eight boxes of Wellness Gravy Food (64 packets) and the 24 cans of other food to use. I was also afraid that the big bag would go bad before I could use it all. 

So please now join paws with me in hopefulness as I wait to get these guys the help they need.

Friday, March 8, 2019

Always and Furever



I can't say I'm doing well. I have accepted their loss but can't quite deal with how they just aren't here anymore.

Sometimes I lay in bed before sleep and remember how it was. What they would do, how it would sound. 

I told my sister I was having an especially hard week, so last night we went to dinner and shopped. That was fun. 


And now for something cute. I found this on Facebook; I'm sorry I don't know who to give credit to, but wow you're talented. 

Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Shae, Part Trois

This morning I went back there to replenish the buffet. I made a rather nice little house for them, with a piece of foam insulation board cut to fit (that took ages to do) and a lot of straw. Shae was in it, sound asleep. I saw her curled up.

Of course she woke up, saw me, came out and gave me a small hiss. Not the kind that says, I want to disembowel you, just a complaint of being woken. But also, I came bearing food, so I was forgiven.

When she came out, slowly, after the hiss she stretched, butt high. Straw bits on her head, it was so cute. The last time she was in the house and saw me, she shot ten feet away. Today, she was ok with me standing there watching her eat for a few seconds.

And now for the dreaded words: I think she's pregnant. Her belly sure looks that way.


Monday, March 4, 2019

The Saga of Shae

... and, well, Not Shae too. Both cats know the feeding schedule - when I leave for work, I put out food and water on the back patio. Often now there is one cat waiting for me.

Tonight, BOTH cats popped up. Meowing. How is that cats not even mine are demanding food from me, I'd like to know?? Plus, until now the food has been put out in the morning, not night. Frankly, I was concerned that they might become too dependent on a renter.

And also, tonight brought a much more significant development: I touched Shae. Really, my fingers grazed her fur, but she walked right up beside me while I was standing back from the food plate. I didn't even intend to try to touch her, but... here is a cat, here are my fingers. It just kind of happened. But that was all, I didn't try to grab her or really pet her, just a fur graze. Not planned but I think it was the right move. Cats must be allowed space, and autonomy. Based on their efforts to communicate with me, I'm starting to think these aren't true ferals, but cats abandoned.

So now there are all kinds of thoughts and emotions swirling in me. I didn't want this - I didn't want more cats, I certainly didn't want to be in the position of handling friendly ferals or long abandoned strays, of maybe rehabbing them into house cats. I KNOW they are both in need of a vet - vacines, no doubt packed to the ears with parasites of all kinds, and who knows what else needed. Not Shae is missing fur too, I saw today. Skin condition, fleas or fighting? I didn't see wounds but clumps are missing.

I know this is selfish of me; I'm not done grieving for my loved ones, and I don't have the resources, especially and including money, to take on two like this. We've always kept a very careful, remote distance, for over a year now. How is that now they are circling closer to me??? Did a neon sign go up and I didn't see it?


Wednesday, February 27, 2019

Wandering on Wednesday


This is one of two cats I feed. I don't know how often the other cat comes around, but this one I see a lot. I get a girl kitteh vibe so I named her Shae. I figured that's good for male too, though it leans female. I read years back that cats respond to the sh sound so that led me to this choice.

Shae will meow at me, and often will be waiting on the front patio for breakfast, which is served on the back patio.  She won't come near me but the fact that she tries to communicate with me makes me wonder if she wants to be friends. Or if she's saying hurry up! I've started talking to her but I don't try to touch her.

In other news... I'm already prepping for hurricane season. I was horribly unprepared for that five day outage. Collecting is also expensive so I'm doing this in stages. I have added several good LED lanterns, and Monday a very impawtant accessory arrived: my cell phone power bank. It gives 8 charges, according to the specs. I spent a lot of time last fall trying to keep charged.

Of course, THE accessory to have is a generator but darn, those are expensive. It won't be this year. Perhaps 2020.

Sunday, February 24, 2019

Today, A Leia Memory


Happy Sunday to all.

Leia definitely had the makings of a fairy cat, I think. 
She was always slightly mysterious, especially with those enormous green eyes. 

She didn't care too much about closed room doors BUT she wanted in cabinets. It was an affront to her, I think, that they were closed. She was smart enough to figure out how to open them; I'd have to use child safety devices, and in the case of the kitchen sink cabinets, a spatula, to keep her out.

And still, I would sometimes hear her trying to open the doors. Bang, bang, bang!

Especially at night. Silly kitteh.    :)


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With Florida winters, you never know what you will get. This year was fairly mild, and already the temps are rising. Spring is coming early this year, and as always, it's bringing bugs with it.

Yesterday I started walking around the outside of my house with my outside broom, knocking down tiny starter homes for wasps or hornets, not sure which. I think hornets, but either way, I am the official demolition crew. This is the time to get them, when they are just single rooms and not an entire d***** mega hotel. This doesn't kill the actual queens, and they are free to go elsewhere that doesn't have a crazy human with a broom.

I try not to use actual bug spray; there are stray or feral cats that come through, and I want to keep them safe. Besides, other bugs will just take their place, so the broom is just as effective and safer at this point. In past years I haven't caught them early enough to knock them down. Those nests get big enough, you need an expensive pro to deal with them. 

And of course, we have hurricane season 2019 to prep for. Fun times.

Thursday, February 21, 2019

A Toby Memory


Toby had a real problem with me working on my feet. I never did anything painful or outrageous, but still, if he saw me doing it, he would get a very concerned look on his orange face. Then he would pull my hand away so I could pet him instead. Maybe he knew how much he disliked it when I trimmed his claws, and assumed it was awful for me too.

Unbelievably, we have more Angels. Wally from The Island Cats, and Sammy the Meezer. I imagine we all know by now. Really, haven't there been enough crossings for this year?

In possibly related news, I picked up a box from an office supply store for my work today that included no less than seven wine vouchers from nakedwines.com. Is this a message from the universe or something???

**** I'm in no way promoting this wine company, I just thought it was a funny name. I don't even drink.

Friday, February 15, 2019

#team fairy



I have always loved the world of fairies! I currently have a fairly decent collection of items too.

Here I have three houses. They MUST all have doors that actually open. The architecture can vary wildly, as you see here, but the doors must open. 

I think it's quite rude to offer lodging to tiny folk that can't get actually get into the houses. And maybe it's just me, but I think that might be a very bad idea, to annoy them.


I got this one tonight. It even has a light inside, if I want to turn it on.

However, as much as I adore fairies, I don't feel the same way about gnomes.
I feel strongly, always have, that the two do not mix, but are at best, irritations to each other, 
if not outright enemies. So, you will never find any gnome items in my house, 
no matter how cute they may be.

Happy Caturday!

Thursday, February 14, 2019

The Day of Love


Today is Valentine's day, generally recognized as a day of romance, but I'm using it to tell my best furriends how much I miss them, and that I will always love them. 

I'm grateful you are both beyond pain and suffering, and all illness, and free from any consequences of my mistakes and failures. 

Until we meet again. 

Thursday, February 7, 2019

Hawaiian Cats


  • My newly retired boss and his wife are currently on vacation in Hawaii. They are also cat people. So they sent me this picture.

  • I counted 31 kittehs. 


  • Release the fried chicken, au naturel! 

Saturday, February 2, 2019

Caturday Memories

A few old pictures of an orange cat and his sidekick.






Saturday, January 26, 2019

And Then There Were None

It is with the heaviest heart I inform you that Toby, my orange boy and the cat of my heart, also passed over the Bridge on Jan. 22. In his case it was obstruction, likely brought on by crystals. He showed distress so I took him to the ER vet about 8 pm. We made the decision together that a gentle release was the kindest option. Unlike Leia, he was plagued for years with multiple health issues. He was tired of hurting, of multiple vet visits, and treatments.

This has been a truly awful month for new angels. Both of mine, plus Ellen's Tallulah, and I just read about Nerissa's Life losing their Andy suddenly. I think in Toby's case, he just couldn't cope with the loss of his house mate. Like her, he was 15.

I don't know what will happen with this blog. I'll visit sometimes, it's hard to lose all my blogosphere friends; I think we started this blog in 2007.

Condolences are not required, we've all had to offer so many lately. I still haven't had the heart to thank everyone who left them for Leia. To go through this again three weeks later just seems too much to bear.

Monday, January 21, 2019

Mancat Monday


Happy Monday!

So, it's chilly here in Florida right now. 
Mom says it's much worse up north.

She asked me this morning why I wasn't laying in the sun. Pbbbttt.... My BUTT is laying in the sun, isn't that good enough? 

Thursday, January 17, 2019

Dear Vet's Office



This came, unexpectedly, in today's mail.
I have no doubt you intended to be compassionate;
I did not find it comforting.

You took her tiny, delicate, lifeless paws and impressed them into the plaster.

It could not have been done before she passed on; I understand that, but why would you think 
I would want it at all? I found it unsettling and sad.

She was my friend, and my family, and to some degree I thought of her as my child.
I almost feel like you violated her by doing this. I did not choose to have her ashes;
perhaps that should been have been a clue as to the appropriateness of this.

I know your intentions were good, and I forgive you. But I am the one who has to live with this now. Grief is such a personal, subjective thing. This... token... has ripped open the pain again.

It will stay buried in my other closet until I can decide what to do with it.
Perhaps in a year I will be glad to have it. 

This was not a good thing you did to me.




In contrast, this very beautiful and sweet graphic was made by a lady named
Ingrid, petcretary to Pipo, Dalton & Benji.

This was deeply, deeply appreciated. This brings me comfort, to see her lovely little face.
This was a celebration of Leia. 

Wednesday, January 16, 2019