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

Saturday, January 12, 2019

A New Caturday Dawns


Good morning, dear furriends. We hope everyone has a great weekend.

Here, we are just relaxing and taking it easy. But last night... ohhh last night!!

Mom and I were snuggling in bed, nothing major.

And then, then she looks at me and says, "You know, I could have named you Fluffy."

WHAT???!!! Fluffy!!!!!


Does this fierce mancat LOOK like a Fluffy to you??

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

Wednesday


Toby and I want to thank all of our furriends and visitors who left condolences. 
It really does help.

Unfortunately, the price of love is ultimately loss, and most of us have been here before.

I'm not sure how he is doing. He was very wide eyed and freaked out when I came home last Saturday. He's not showing obvious signs of looking for her, but I do think he feels her absence. Although he was often a huge brat to her, there was never true animosity, 
and after sharing a home for a decade and a half, he's bound to wonder what happened to his fursib.


As for me, it's not the pain - that will fade - it's the emptiness that comes with Leia's absence. 
I know this is a cliche, but please, go hug your loved ones. Furry or not furry. 

You just don't know how long you will have to do that.



And now, something to make you smile.


Saturday, January 5, 2019

The Bridge Welcomes Princess Leia


2004 - 2019

Leia was helped over the Bridge this morning at the vet.
I took her in for what I thought was a UTI and discovered that there was a mass on her liver.

Since her last visit, she'd lost a pound from vomiting, and was down to 5.1 pounds.

The vet gave me a huge blessing: there was absolutely nothing that could be done,
regardless of finances. It was, simply, her time. 


I just can't quite get my head around the fact that she is gone. I wasn't expecting her to not come home with me this morning. No more headbonks or nose rubs or quivering tails. No more rushing out to greet me when I come home. No more spontaneous outbreaks of toy time. No more chirps and trills.

For close to 15 years our life has been about three. How do I make it be about two now?