Hope Arrives at the End of the Year

She is not black, she is a beautiful mackeral tabby. I do not know why the people who “found” her told me she was black.

She is quite young, she is very shy and very cat aggressive. I called the people back who gave her to us last night. This time, I spoke to the wife. She informs me that they have had her for five months! Her husband told Mike they just “found” her wandering around the campground. She has not eaten (I suspect she must be ill) or she couldn’t tolerate their orange male any longer (he is a bully) which is why they gave her up. But at any rate, she is upstairs hiding under the futon. That futon has offered many a scared kitty refuge from the craziness that occurs in this home at times.

She arrived late last night, and she is skinnier than she should be. I dewormed her and de-flead her. I also just gave her an appetite stimulant because I need her to eat. If she doesn’t respond to the medication by tomorrow night, then I will take her to the vet for a check-up.

I am calling her Hope in the hopes that I can find her a good, loving home and I hope she isn’t bringing in anything nasty with her right now. These people who “found” her did this to me sometime ago with Charlie and 24 hours later we were $1,000.00 invested in this “found” kitty. So I smell a rat. There is no reason for her to be so rail skinny. The wife says she only eats Kit -N-Kaboodle (ugh) Mike has gone to the store for me to get some. I am sick with a cold today and trying very hard to doctor it without it going into bronchitis again.

The Wrath of a Craigslist Member

I have put my kittens up for adoption on Craigslist. The ad has been up about 20 days. It is amazing to me that the people answering the ad considers $20.00 an outrageous fee for a socialized, litter pan trained, dog and cat friendly, vaccinated and neutered kitten!

I told one person (kindly) that if she can’t afford $20.00 for a kitten, then she can ill-afford to be any type of pet owner…

That must not have gone over well because since that email, she has unleased the emails of hell to my inbox! I finally had to block her as her language and her tone grew uglier with each email.

I am very glad that she wouldn’t fill out my “stoopid adobtion form!” Nor would she pay anything towards a “kidden she cold git free!”

I feel sorry for her that she is so full of hate toward a nameless stranger who is simply trying to find good homes for these babies. It must just consume her days as she typically was shooting over ten emails to me on an hourly basis. Now that I have blocked her, I wonder if she has beat her husband up the side of the head with a frying pan, or kicked the dog? She says she has no children (thank God!)

So the black ones are here, they are safe and cavorting about my ankles and feet. Frasier still likes to box, Sharky still loves to bite and there is a new black kitten in the mix and one more on its way soon. Maybe I should just give in to the darkness and call UNCLE! LOL

These kittens are so special and sweet and loving that it boggles my mind when people tell me they want a kitten of color. Last time I looked in a box of crayons- black was a color!

Last night on the way home from work, I saw the true feral cat. In the narrows on a curve, I was driving so slow because of the rain and low cloud cover- a cougar jumped over the guardrail through the mist and landed a short distance from my car. There was no traffic, so I stopped and he was illuminated with my brights. I watched him trot across the road and vanish into the woods on the other side. I have seen so many deer down from the hills right now as it is hunting season. I suspect, he is following his food source and went down to the Santiam River for a drink. He was absolutely gorgeous and I was grateful that no cars were on the road at that time of night, except for mine.

The Head Count

Even after finding homes for four of the original black kittens, due to certain circumstances, I now have eight black kittens living with us. I can’t tell them apart yet, so none have names and it is quite confusing because the latest rescue has bad ear mites in one ear and needs meds. I don’t have him isolated as the rooms are occupied with ringworm kittens so he is in general population and finding him is like finding a needle in a haystack.

Eight black kittens, what was I thinking? Plus Nikki called me tonight. She is an elderly woman who adopted Sonic and Soot two black kittens years ago. Nikki has been told she hasn’t long to live and she is stressing about the two cats. Her family will only take her bird, so Sonic and Soot would be carted off to the shelter or tossed outside.

I told Nikki I would take both cats back and she was so relieved. She said she hasn’t traveled to the place where she can let them go yet, but she will be sure should something happen to her that they go back to me. I am such a wuss…

Christmas is coming and it is time to reconnect with old friends. Molly one of my best buds and I talked today for what seemed like hours. We’ve known each other since 1975 and we had a lot of laughs about old times today. I miss her bunches!

It is warming up here now- 12 degrees tonight! The barn cats are still indoors and though this is causing some territorial wars to occur- for the most part everyone is getting along. there is supposed to be freezing rain tomorrow night (of course, because i have to work) followed by a bit of a warming trend and snow. I would welcome snow right now as it would warm up considerably. I lose count of how many kitties cuddle under my quilt with me at night. Mike says I don’t need another blanket for warmth, because I am surrounded by fur!

I found out the other day that frozen poop just doesn’t scoop! I went into the cat enclosure to clean out the trays after not being out there for a few days due to the cold. I broke two scoops trying to clean out the waste until I just finally said forget it- if it is frozen at least it has no odor! Who knew that kitty litter could freeze?

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Rest in Pieces- Oh Noble Fir..

What a sight to behold this morning when I woke up. My swinging Christmas tree, partially still swinging from its steady perch on high was holding ground (barely). Pine needles strewn all over the carpet and kittens playing in the needles as exuberantly as my grandchildren jump into a pile of leaves in the fall!

I quickly detached the remaining claws of curious kittens still clinging to the remaining limbs, cirque dul soleil performers would be so proud! Hauling out the Dyson caused the kitty acrobats to scatter to the high winds.

The tree has been hauled off now and the Noble Fir has been replaced by Noble Fur critters who seem quite pleased with their early morning performances.

Ode to our Christmas Tree (with apologies to Trad, Farian, Frank..)

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree- yesterday you arrived intact.

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree- how did you survive the midnight attack?

The kittens found you in the night, tore you apart with great delight.

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, it was a playful kitten act

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, your limbs are strewn upon the rug.

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, it was the work of kitty thugs!

But now we haul you to the dump, and leave you in a frozen lump.

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, I?m sorry you were kitty-mugged.

-MA-

One…Two…Tree…

This morning, I had to open the store for the first time solo, meaning I had to do the books for the first time. It went okay but it was so cold when I got to work. 25 degrees. There were some volunteers in the parking lot selling Christmas trees for a charity organization. The wind was biting cold, blowing in from the east. Every time the shop door opened, the wind rushed in taking command over the heaters working diligently to keep the place warm.

The volunteers kept coming in to get warm and unthaw. You could tell that even with their good intentions, it was a miserable morning to be outside.

Around noon, one of the gals came in and asked me if I wanted a free christmas tree. I told her, that I would love one, but I have to many kittens to make a Christmas tree much of a priority! She wanted to leave one for the shop- but the one gal here is allergic to just about everything, so count that out. I ended up taking a nice, 6′ tree off their hands.

Brought the tree in the house tonight and instead of putting it on a tree stand, we have immersed it in a bucket of water (with a brick to weigh down the bucket) and to stabilize it further, we used strong decorative Christmas cord to attach the top of the tree to the ceiling. You have heard of a Singing Christmas Tree- we have a Swinging Christmas tree! Mike wants me to decorate it- fat chance of that! I will just savor the look and the smell of this beautiful tree and feel blessed that it was a gift from the heart.

Later on- I received a disturbing phone call from my ex-husband. He has had a heart attack with complications. These complications are pretty dire. He is in a hospital in Northern California and he is so weak, I could barely hear him speak. It is hard to make the transformation of how I remember him- 6’5″ tall, burly beard, strong, booming voice- to this man who can barely speak above a whisper. He has no movement in his right arm and some sort of abcess that they had to lance and put a drain into. He also had to have his toe amputated- for just like Mike, Don is also diabetic. I can’t do anything for him except listen to him and pray for him. I do hope he will be okay. He asked me to contact a mutual old friend, but they have changed their number so I couldn’t even do that-

There’s A New Game in Town

One of the black kittens (and please don’t ask me which one) has found a new, charming game to play early in the morning. He scrunches down into the toe of my slipper and slides it across the living room carpet. You have never lived, until you have chased your fuzzy slipper across the floor trying to gain control of your tobogganing kitten in his furry sled. Just when I think I might be gaining on him, he slides underneath the high-end couch and laughs at me!

Mike sits there and laughs- but then, it isn’t his slipper!

The blackness continues- another black kitten has joined our group. We just must have a lot of bad luck- all these black kittens crossing our path! 🙂

AnGRRR Management

Cats, especially strays, so let’s call the one here Stray Willy, do not misbehave intentionally. They react according to their life experiences, their basic instincts and their deep need to survive. They don?t climb on top of your refrigerator and launch bottles of spices onto the dog?s nose because they are trying to push your buttons. The spices sitting on top of your refrigerator must be prey, otherwise the bottles wouldn?t move, and that animal prowling below definitely is a predator- so ?Predator Be Gone!?

The cat?s instinctual behavior can be broken down into several areas:

Stray Willy?s behavior is going to be based on a large portion of what he endured before arriving at your home. It can be daunting indeed to eagerly approach a new cat, only to be met with teeth, claws, growling, hissing and swatting. Your new kitty is now puffed up like a poison toad. And here you thought he would be grateful for the rescue.

Cats don?t misbehave intentionally as some people believe they do. They simply react by instinct. Stray Willy is scared and on the defensive. In his mind, he needs to protect himself and will do so at any cost. He has inherited behaviors and learned behaviors. Watching subtle body changes in his crouches, paying attention to his ears, tail, whiskers and eyes will give you awareness of what he is going to do next.

Pretty much at this point in his life Stray Willy is of the opinion that anything larger than him is capable of eating him. This includes you, the human with a kind heart who just wanted to rescue Stray Willy from what can be a cruel existence outdoors.

Just like a hermit crab, Stray Willy is going to seek out a hiding place if he is scared, upset or stressed. But unlike a hermit crab, Stray Willy?s refuge won?t be portable, so he will stay put. He will place himself at an advantage, going where he can see you, but it takes a bit for you to find him. Generally this is behind a piece of furniture you got from Aunt Mabel when she passed away. Made of oak, the dresser takes an act of God to move, either that or three strapping young men whose arms are so long their knuckles brush the ground when they walk.

Or he could decide to just dive under the bed and keep the dustballs company. This way, he can watch all feet as their approach, and he can scamper away clear to the other side of the bed if need be. No one can reach him there, unless they become an under-the-bed diver and navigate their way through the dust balls, misplaced socks and various other items that find refuge under a bed.

If you don?t want Willy to be under the bed, you can effectively block that hiding space with pieces of cardboard duct-taped together. But you better be sure that Willy has alternate safe places to hide unless you really want a stressed out cat peeing out of the litter pan or doing what us humans believe is “unacceptable behavior.”

You can watch his body position, the placement of his tail and his whiskers in order to get a clue what type of a mood he is in.

Just like those mood rings that were so popular in the 1970?s Willy?s tail and ears are a good indicator of what his mood is in the moment.

The Tail Talks-

Stray Willy?s tail is the needle pegged into his temperament and moods. Watching the placement of the tail will give you a good indication of how he is feeling at that moment, and how you should proceed with him.

Upright, slight curve at the tip, tail waving back and forth slowly:
Your cat is indifferent. He is going about his day, without a care in the world. In other words, he is mellow.

Tail raised in the air as the cat rubs himself alongside another cat:
This is a typical cat greeting. Cats have sensors all along their back and these sensors are engaged when this rubbing activity is going on.
They are also swapping their scent, accepting of each other.

Many times when you are opening cat food for mealtimes, your cat will swipe himself alongside your leg. He would do the same thing with his mom-cat when she is presenting prey (food) to him when he is weaning.

Back arched tail up at full -mast and quivering.
Watch out! This cat is ready to spray!

Yes, even neutered males, spayed females and 6 month old kittens can and do spray. Fully intact males and females are notorious for spraying.

Unaltered male cat pee is extremely foul-smelling. Nature makes it this way to help lure in females that are in heat and scare away other tomcats that also want to mate with the females.

When the female pulls her tail off to the side and lowers it to the ground:
She is signaling to the toms that she is ready to be mounted. She will duck her head in submission waiting. Once the tomcat mounts her, he will grab her neck in his mouth and bite down, pulling her head up, making her back further into him.

Flicking tail:
This motion can indicate your cat is irritated. If the tail is flicking while the cat is resting, the tail is being used as a sensor to feel for any presence behind him.
While the cat is sleeping, the paws and tails will also flick from time to time.

Cat is at rest, and his tail is wrapped around his body unmoving:
He is contented and happy. Maine Coon cats have such long tails that they use their tail to keep warm when the weather turns colder.

Chasing the tail:
This is common kitten and young adult play. The tail is raised and the hair is fluffed up. Prey instinct is engaged, because the tail moves, therefore it must be a mouse!
If your cat is chasing his tail and won?t quit, you might want to investigate a disorder called Feline Hyperesthesia- compulsive tail chasing and running in circles repeatedly are two symptoms of this baffling disorder.

Tail biting:
Tail biting can be a result of a flea infestation, a sign of pain or early signs of OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder). If your cat is repeatedly biting at his tail, please contact your vet quickly. Tail wounds are sometimes slow to heal and bacterial infections in deep bite wounds can occur.

Combat Signals: Or Stray Willy is ready to rumble:
When cats are getting ready to do battle, their tails tell a tale. A fully aggressive cat prior to attack will be puffed up from the head to the tail. This is an attempt for him to look larger than life and intimidate the aggressor. The tail is held low to the ground, and once he launches, he tucks his tail protectively between his rear legs. This is why many cat bites appear right at the base of the rump. The tail would be an easy ?mark? to hold onto, so the cat instinctively tries to protect himself by keeping it low.

If the cats go airborne, as they often do in battle, the tail is used as a rudder to direct the action of the body. Once the cat is locked in battle in the air or on the ground, the tail again is lowered into the protective position. Any time the cat stands with his butt in the air and his tail held low, this cat is ready to do battle and should not be approached.

A cat?s weapons of war are fully engaged when the cat is on his back. Claws and teeth at the ready, the tail is held, not protectively between the legs but spread out flat on the floor.
The attack will come from the rear when the aggressor targets the neck or belly. The cat instinctively knows and protects the tail which is quite fragile because ten percent of the bones found in cats are located in the tail. Thus, the cat keeps the tail out of the way of injury.

A well placed bite on a tail can cause the tail to break. This break can result in bladder and small intestinal problems for Willy and large vet bills for you.

Purr More, Hiss Less- Heavenly Lessons I learned from My Cat

Only rarely does a book cross my desk that makes me smile just when I look at it, before I even read and review it. Purr More, Hiss Less written by Allia Zobel Nolan and illustrated charmingly by Erika Oller is such a book. On the cover, two fat cats recline together. One is smiling, the other wears a scowl. The meaning is clear, the author and artist know and love cats!

As I turn the pages, I am reminded by short passages and amusing watercolors, how sweet life is when you share that life with a cat. ?Don?t be a show-off!? reminds one page as an orange-striped tomcat does a one paw handstand on a fence next to two not even amused Queens. ?Be Flexible? another passage encourages as a kitty stretches from end to end on someone?s lap.

I see many of my cats? reflected on these pages. Many of the characteristics only understood by true cat lovers show on each page- ?Live in the Moment??Be Your Brother?s Keeper? and other sayings keeps you smiling ear-to-ear.

At the end of the book, I am craving more of these wisdoms, needing more smiles and giggles and rememberances of dear feline friends long passed.

And now, if you will excuse me, I believe it is time for me to stop and smell the catnip????