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I am starting this because everybody has a cute and clever pet or knows someone that has and my Bud did something this morning that I have never seen a cat do before.

I was talking about him and you know that pets know when they are being talked about, and I said something somewhat derogatory about him.  He rolled one eye up at me and back down like a question mark.  Yes, it was one eye, not both of them.  Now, tell me, ye fountains of all knowledge, is this possible?

I'm sure he did just that.  What you failed to mention is that your cat is retarded.  That's why he can do those things.

You think?

Now now....Janet please be nice to Wilma. Give her a  :-* and say your sorry.

She knows my cat.

 Your cat should have sympathetic eye movement and not do that, but if you saw it, then he did. He's not part chameleon is he?

No, but I was thinking maybe part owl?  or frawg?

No, Diane, he's just retarded.

Retarded?

The cat?

The owl?

The frawg?

The cat.  I shouldn't say he is retarded.  That is just plain mean.  He has a disability.  When he was a baby he was sick.  He used to walk around my dad's feet in circles.  Daddy wouldn't let him go outside because he was afraid he would get lost.  Actually, the older he gets, the less disabled he gets.  Does that make sense?  It took him 2 years to learn to jump on Mother's bed.  Now, she can't keep him off.

He is five years old and still can't jump up onto the table.  Doesn't bother me.  I wouldn't allow him on the table anyway.

I had a girlfriend in San Francisco who had a great view of Kezar Stadium from her back bay window, and also had two cats, which is more to the point. The first was a striped Manx cat, who was an absolute nutball. He would run at full speed from room to room attacking things, including me. If you would flash the reflection of the sun off your watch onto the wall, Tiger would chase those reflections for hours. But he was not the odd one.

The little black and white cat was the odd one. She was the only clumsy cat I had ever known. She would get stuck walking across the carpet and you would have to go pry her little claws loose from the carpet loops. She would try to walk across the back of stuffed chairs and fall off. If you held her two or three feet above the bed and dropped her, she would always land on her back, or on one side, but never on her feet.

Yessir, that was one weird cat.

Come to think of it, the girlfriend was even weirder.

I once had a dog name tippy who would chase his tail all day long.  He was hit by a car and from they on he would just chase his tail, until one day he just dropped over dead, he must have gotten a little to dizzy, that's what my daddy told me anyways.

 Frawg, I thought for sure you were going to tell us you once had a girl friend in San Fran. who couldn't jump up on the table either. And a lazer pointer makes a great cat toy. Mine will chase that dot of light until he's exhausted.

I never knew that was common among cats. Tiger just went nuts trying to get that light and never seemed to get tired of it. At least now I know it wasn't just him.

We had a dog named Dotto (my little brother named him after a quiz show) when I was growing up that was weird about light, too. We had high, small windows on both sides of the living room fireplace in that house. My mother was big on keeping the drapes shut in that room, so it was always semi-dark. At certain times of day, the sunlight would come in around the edges of those windows and the motes of dust would dance in the sunlight. Depending on where they were exactly, Dotto would either crawl under them or jump over them.

;D

I have a one-eyed cat---Miss Merce, who is really a male, but I have made her be a female.  She is in absolute love with my big black lab, Lucky.  I think she only sees half of Lucky.  Anyway, Miss Merce loves feet---especially toes.  She will dive for barefeet and flip over so she can land right on the big toe.  And it doesn't stop with human feet----she does the same to Lucky!!!  That's just the beginning of her wierdness. Next time I am out walking Lucky---look about 10 yards behind us, because Miss Merce goes too!  She keeps a bit of a distance and has crossed main street---but prefers not to go past the post office going east or Elk Street going south.  She loves to go north and has followed us past Superslab.  We have not checked out very far west of our house, so Wilma, I may head your direction next. 

I'll be watching for you.

And I think I'd be putting my shoes on when you see them coming, Wilma!

Yikes!

This doesn't really fit into the "cute" catagory, but I think is clever.  We had from birth till death a siamese cat that I think thought he was human.  Being born on Lewis' birthday, he was named King Louie, but called Louie, anyhow.... this cat never would eat anything but 9 Lives Liver&Chicken cat food.  It was kept in the bottom of the cabinets.  One day his dish was empty so he proceeded to the cabinet, opened the door with his paw, dragged the box out, tipped it over and began eating.  Thereafter even if there was food in his dish, he ate straight from the box.  One day I was at the sink and he jumped up on the divider between the sinks and got a drink of water out of the faucet.  Thereafter that is the only place he would drink.  I never once had to get Louie off the table or cabinets.  He never knew there might be food up there, I guess.  He would, however, hide under the bed and grab your leg as you got up in the morning.  We never worried about being gone a few days and leaving him in the house.  He had his litter box, we left the faucet dripping and he could get his own food when needed.  He was a wonderful and loving pet.  By the way, Sherri, he also loved to kill snakes.

  I have three dogs. Bingo, the 9 pound Dacshund/Chihuaua and who knows what mix, is my hunter.  He kills mice, snakes and birds on a regular basis.  I never let him in the house without making sure he isn't carrying something.  He is the reason I will never put in a 'doggie door'. 

Maya, 95 lb, 1//2 Lab 1/2 Chesapeake Bay Retreiver is our protector.  She sleeps on the glider on the front porch and patrols the fence.  I often look out the picture window in the middle of the night and she sitting up on the glider scanning the street.

The new baby, Chloe is a 6 month old Jack Russell.  I got her right before Memorial Day. She loves the water.  She jumps in the shower with me and stands at the back of the tub.  She jumps up in the bird bath and gets a drink, while the big dog stands next to it and drinks. She also jumps up on the piano bench with me and puts her paws on the keys. 

When the Jack Russell wants to play, someone better play.  It really is easier to just stop what one is doing and wear her out. If I ever have time to figure out how to downsize the pictures, I'll put some some of them on the site.  It is fun to hear about everyone's pets and life. 

Romaj..send me your pictures in an email.. original sizes and I will add them to your post.

Anyone else have pictures that they want added to their posts.. send them to me at teresalaptop@cascity,com  I'll do it for you in a jiffy.  :-*

My cats like to get drippy drinks out of the sink faucet, too!  It  gets  kinda crowded sometimes! 

I am really enjoying hearing about everybody's pets and the things they do.  As Jimmy Durante used to say "I've got a million of'em".  One I had forgotten about and that could go under favorite sounds as well, is Bud purring.  Nothing special about a cat's purr?  There is about this one.  As most of you know by now, Bud was a very sick cat at one time.  He was only six months old at the time and I don't remember him purring before that time.  When he started getting better, I realized that he wasn't purring.  His mother purred when I held her, but nary a purr from him.  Then one day about a year ago, I felt a little rumble in his chest.  Hardly noticeable.  Then, soon there was another little rumble, then another, very light as first.  Now he can almost purr up a storm.  He doesn't purr very often so when he does it is very enjoyable to me.  It means that he is still recovering from whatever it was that almost killed him.  Some day maybe, he will be able to jump from the floor onto the table, not that I want him to start doing that, but it will mean that he has recovered more of his motor (whatever that word is).  He might even be able to get a drippy drink out of the sink faucet.

Give me some more stories.  They are better than the murder mysteries that I read.

Motor function. It sounds like that little guy had some brain damage from infection or something. His brain is slowly recovering and some cells are learning the jobs of damaged ones. I expect he will do very well. You must be very good to him.

I am very good to him and he is very good for me.

That's pretty much what the neurologist said about me, Diane, except for the "do very well" part. If I read this thread right, I can expect to be jumping from the floor onto the table any week now. My wife and daughter will be thrilled.

maybe, maybe not - we had a toy poodle, pick of the litter cause we allowed my sister-in-law's mama to stay with us while they moved and she proceeded to have her pups - anyhow Pepe Pierre LaPioux (Pierre for short) NEVER once barked and we had him 2 years.  Finally let Sherry (sister-in-law) take him cause her boys didn't have a pet.  She said Pierre was on the bed one night and a draft slammed the bedroom door shut and Pierre jumped up and started barking.  Then ran thru the house barking like he'd just learned a new trick.  I just figured up till then he didn't have anything to bark about and his barker wasn't broke after all.

My last Springer, the one before my weird dawg Tucker, was about four months old before he ever said anything. Then one day he was laying on the cool tile in the entry way, sound asleep, when somebody put an advertisement on the front door with a rubber band. Warden jumped up and barked twice, very loudly, then looked around wondering where that noise had come from.

;)

 Hey Frawg... You know what they call Frawgs that can't jump?   LUNCH!
  Seriously, enjoy what you can to the fullest, and work with your doctors on the rest. My friend who has the ''slow" kind of MS, has days of total frustration when nothing on her seems to work, and other times when she is pretty good. She too uses crutches or her scooter. Do what you can, the rest is is small stuff. Adjust as you have to. Don't fight a scooter if the doctors think you need it. We've managed very well.     Our family dog, Murphy, knew how to comunicate pain. When we used to have to take ticks off him, he would take my left wrist in his mouth. He harder I pulled on a tick, the harder he bit down on me. He used to sleep in a big refridgerator box out in the barn. After he got to sleep, all the cats, as many as 13, would sneak in with him and snuggle up to him with their paws buried in his fur. Several times a night he would wake up and clean house, and cats would run in every direction. And go right back, as soon as he went back to sleep. 

That is excellent advice, Diane. I wish I knew what made one day good and the next day bad with stuff like this. I have tried to correlate diet, sleep, occurrences in the day, just about everything to the ups and downs and nothing seems to give any answers. So, yes, I just do what I can on any given day and try not to fight too hard. Otherwise a person would just go nuts.

;D

Sometimes when my aches and pains seem more severe than usual, I find that a front is about to enter the northwest corner of the state and the  aches don't really ease up until the front has come through.  Would you call that arthriology  and me an arthriologist?

Wilma, I would, and it is a talent that I at least partially share. My head, both knees, and several old breaks leave me breathtakingly aware of such weather changes.

:(

  Wilma, that's a great new career for you.

Quote from: Kermit on July 25, 2007, 03:53:22 PM
Otherwise a person would just go nuts.

;D

Go?  You mean you aren't already nuts?

That's why I explicitly said "a person" and not "I." I don't want to violate any truth-in-advertising laws while the sheriff is here.

;D

Oh, great.  Now I have to be the "truth" police.  You would have no idea how many times a day I get lied to at that prison.  And not just from the inmates.  ha ha

Well, Janet, I don't remember where I specifically asked you to be the truth police, but if that's a job that you would like to take on, that would be just great. You can get back to us with a report on that when you get a chance.

Janet - Don't read below this line
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Could someone go over to Janet's house and get her started back on her medications?

Quote from: Kermit on July 25, 2007, 08:41:49 PM

Janet - Don't read below this line
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Could someone go over to Janet's house and get her started back on her medications?

Medication?  I don't need no stinkin' medication!

Oh Oh Frawdg --- I do believe she had one nerve left and darned if you didn't step on it!! 
Better duck - she may throw the empty pill bottle our way.

  lol lol lol

Well, if that one nerve is gone, Janet is now officially perfect, don't you think? Totally inrufflable.

You're welcome, Janet.

Teresa, I will be e-mailing you a couple of pictures by the end of the week of the new puppies.  They are full blood chihuahua that were born last Friday.  The momma weighs about 8 or 9 lbs, large for a chihuahua.  She had five puppies weighing from 4 oz to 5 1/2 oz and they are adorable.  All are doing very good.

Ok everyone..
I will not comment on that at all.. Poor old Ta Ta.. ..
I will make sure that she gets her meds...and  her dry "Depends" and her milk before she goes nite nite..  ;D

What I really wanted you all to do is go back to page 2 and see Roma's dogs. The pictures are up and if they aren't just the cutest things.

Ms Bear.. I would be glad to put them up for you.

Oh, thanks romaj1 and Teresa. They are just too cute! Thanks for helping out with Janet, too. Does she get cookies with her milk?

;D

No.. she chokes easily.. but sometimes I soak them in her milk and then she can have one.
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That's why you're the Queen!

;D

QuoteMedication?  I don't need no stinkin' medication!

That goes under the "Smells" topic!  ;D   ;D   ;D

LOL! Very good, Mom70x7!

;D

Pictures!!!  More pictures!!!  I want pictures!!! 

How about that one that Joanna is using in her profile of Princess.  I would like to hear more about her.

Have any of you seen the story about the cat in the nursing home that knows when a patient is going to die?  It has been on the news today.  His name is Oscar and 4 to 12 hours prior to the death he gets on the patient's bed and stays with the patient.  He is not a particularly loving cat and it is not usual for him to stay with a patient.  I believe it. My Bud is sensitive to future happenings.

Pets do seem to know things. They do a great job of predicting earthquakes a day or so in advance, if anybody would listen. I know some of them are very aware and concerned when one of their people is sick. I don't know anything for sure about this cat except what I read, but it is hard to doubt it.

  I just saw that cat too. I know our black long hair" Blue Moon," knows if one of us is sick. He becomes very attentive to us and wants to be in contact with us. Maybe sick humans give off an odor that they can smell. There is just so much that we don't know.      When I was in high school one of our neighbors down the road had a dog named Duke. If they went away for a vacation, nobody needed to go feed him, he just showed up at our house. Shortly after they left, here would come Duke, trotting up the road to our house. He would stay however many days they were away. About two hours before they were due home, Duke would trot back down the road and be there to meet them. HOW did he know???

Wilma, they were talking about that cat tonite at swimmersize - animals have this sixth sense - I know for a fact but won't go into that

I put your pic up on your post Ms Bear. Oreo looks like she is going to be a good mother.

I think it is very possible that animals have a sense about them.  It is amazing;I do wonder how the families feel though when this cat stops at their loved ones door and enters the room.  And how about the sick person?  I wonder, from their aspect, if they are at peace or if there is fear?

I know my big black lab constantly was licking my husband, Joe, when he was alive.  And when Joe got sick one time and went into seizures while sitting in his chair---Lucky jumped up and laid across his chest to keep him calm and in the chair while I ran for the phone.  There are other situations, too, that make me a believer.

God Bless Our Animals and other Beasts

They did specify that these were mostly Alzheimer and similar types patients and they weren't aware of the cat.

Quote from: Ms Bear on July 25, 2007, 09:03:20 PM
Teresa, I will be e-mailing you a couple of pictures by the end of the week of the new puppies.  They are full blood chihuahua that were born last Friday.  The momma weighs about 8 or 9 lbs, large for a chihuahua.  She had five puppies weighing from 4 oz to 5 1/2 oz and they are adorable.  All are doing very good.

Here they are Ms Bear..
Pictures of Oreo and her babies..

 That is one cute passle of pups, and so many colors.

Kjell and I (for awhile) had Doby. He was half Jack Russell and half Rat Terrier. called a Jack-Rat. He needed a home and even though we were not ready to have a dog, we took him. :-\
We had him for about 6 months. We had to start traveling some and he was just too hyper to take with us on long trips , so we decided that he needed a place out in the country where he could run off all that energy.

A friend of ours, who lives way out in the country, wanted him. Even though we knew that he would be happy, we still cried when we took him out. I have since seen him lots of times since then and he is happy as a lark.. doesn''t even remember me. lol
He sleeps  with her daughter every night and he runs with the horses every day and in fact.. Shasta.. Kay's mare, waits for him every morning to come out so they can have their daily run.

But I wanted to share these pics of him. He was the runt and was little in the beginning, but I am famous for NOT starving my animals..so he got to his full growth of a Jack Rat in no time.
The first 3 are when he was little and the last one was after he got big.

He was so spoiled. He slept with us, and went everywhere with us...and even liked to be with Kjell when he was on the computer. ( as you can see)  LOL


   

 Doby should be filed under "c" for cute.

Cold weather buddies:

AAhhhhhh~~~ Bring that baby inside where  it's warm....
Isn't that precious...

When we had Doby.. we also took in a kitten that had no home..
( I know I know... we're soft hearted suckers)

Here is what happened ............
I had to share my bed with 3 other "beings".. LOL

What a precious picture.........As I look at this picture tonight, I am in a motel room in Ponca City, OK.  I will not have my little pups to cuddle with tonight. I will miss them.

Kermit, there is a cat in our park that was left alone when we had to evacuate because of the flood, and she is almost identicial to the one in your picture.  She is beautiful and with the big full fluffy tail that is all black and then the calico markings.  
 In the evenings she goes to the self pay booth, jumps up in there and sleeps.  
How anyone could leave her here alone, is beyond me.  

Maybe you are supposed to take her in and provide her with a home and love and attention and some day she will give it all back to you with a bonus.  Maybe 3 or 4 or 5 just as pretty as she must be.

You may be right, Wilma.  I tried to touch her one day, but she was very wary -- I am sure she was still in the thros of being alone.

The way that water was, that cat had to work very hard just to get where it is! I rather imagine if it could talk, it would have some tales to tell. Don't you wish animals could talk?

 :laugh:I have thought that myself.  Then I think about how the decibel level
in my home would increase!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  And all those questions I would have to answer.

LOL! You are undoubtedly right. We only have the one dog, but I would guess that Tucker has a million stories (he's a rescue dog) and two million questions.

 Is your dog a rescue dog or a rescued dog. Aetna has a search and rescue dog and I have a rescued cat.

For some reason, the term "rescue dog" is used (among us civilians) for a dog which has been rescued and adopted. People in your trade, Diane, have apparently co-opted that phrase for the dogs which you employ in rescues. Properly, of course, the dogs to which you are referring should be called "rescuer dogs" or "rescuing dogs", while those to which I was referring should properly be called "rescued dogs." Phraseology being what it is, both are referred to, improperly, as "rescue dogs," which is probably not even good English.

Aren't you glad you asked?

Tucker is a rescued dog.

;D

 No!!!

I think that they should be called adopted dogs.  Adopted cats.  It was the shelter that "rescued" the dog and/or cat and you, the care giver, adopted the dog and/or cat.

Actually, let's just call them family and be done with it.

Here in Indepepdence, KS there is an agency  A W O L   standing for Animals with out Love.  Isn't that nice?   Makes me smile just to know there is such a nice place to take animals that can be adopted, or reclaimed if they happen to have wandered away from their home.

 You keep handing me these things and I just can't leave them alone. Jo, you really put the "pep" in Independence.

You know, I think we may have found the perfect editor for the Elk County Guide.

;D

   Nah, I think Janet said she would do it, and she's there.

But you are so sharp of eye!

  That's 20/20 in one and 20/15 in the other....do need reading glasses though. I really do miss some, but I am a pretty good proof reader, guess it was from correcting papers for so long.

I have to tell you about the latest thing Bud is doing.  He has never been great on toys, preferring something alive at the other end of a string.  He has discovered a strip of rubber that moves when someone closes the front door.  When anyone is getting ready to leave, he positions himself beside the door and waits for them to close it.  Then he goes after that tail as if it were a mouse (which I don't think he has ever even seen) trying to get away from him.

Another thing he has recently done is he found a way to get on my sewing machine and on that sewing machine there was a little ball of red yarn.  Now the yarn is strung out on the floor waiting for me to roll it back into a ball so he can play with it again.  I hear him sometimes at night throwing that ball around until it comes unwound, then he is through with it.

That is so cute! It's nice that Bud,( how old?), can amuse himself like that. Our previous cat could do that too. We got him in summer 1972, as the rains from Hurricane Agnes were just beginning. We named him Drizzle, and he finally died of kidney failure in Dec. 1993. He would wander the house at night finding things to do. Our door stops were on springs and he loved to make them go "sproing-ng-ng-g.'' The cat we have now much prefers to be entertained by us, and he will do anything he can to make his wishes known. He walks on the piano keys, the computer keys, sits in the middle of whatever Al is doing, takes the newspaper away from him, and herds us around to show us where he wants us to go. Does Bud play with twist ties?

If he finds one on the floor he might bat it a time or two, but if it doesn't move on it's own he loses interest.  He is five and a half.  And he does have a way of letting me know what he needs.  Especially his kitty box.  He uses it once, then wants it cleaned.  And he can get very loud about it.

Some people say cats never have to be bathed. They say cats lick themselves clean.
They say cats have a special enzyme in their saliva that works like new, improved Wisk dislodging the dirt where it hides and whisking it away.

I've spent most of my life believing this folklore. Like most blind believers, I've been able to discount all the facts to the contrary, the kitty odors that lurk in the corners of the garage and dirt smudges that cling to the throw rug by the fireplace.

The time comes, however, when a man must face reality: when you must look squarely in the face of massive public sentiment to the contrary and Announce: "This cat smells like a port-a-potty on a hot day in Juarez."

When that day arrives at your house, as it has in mine, I have some Advice you might consider as you place your feline friend under your arm and head for the bathtub...


Know that although the cat has the advantage of quickness and lack of concern for human life, you have the advantage of strength. Capitalize on that advantage by selecting the battlefield. Don't try to bathe him in an open area where he can force you to chase him. Pick a very small bathroom.
If your bathroom is more than four feet square, I recommend that you get in the tub with the cat and close the sliding-glass doors as if you were about to take a shower. (A simple shower curtain will not do. A berserk cat can shred a three-ply rubber shower curtain quicker than a politician can shift positions.)
Know that a cat has claws and will not hesitate to remove all the skin from your body. Your advantage here is that you are smart and know how to dress to protect yourself. I recommend canvas overalls tucked into high-top construction boots, a pair of steel-mesh gloves, an army helmet, hockey face mask, and a long-sleeved flak jacket.
Prepare everything in advance.
There is no time to go out for a towel when you have a cat digging a hole in your flak jacket.
Draw the water. Make sure the bottle of kitty shampoo is inside the glass enclosure.
Make sure the towel can be reached, even if you are lying on your back in the water.
Use the element of surprise. Pick up your cat nonchalantly, as if to simply carry him to his supper dish
(Cats will not usually notice your strange attire. They have little or no interest in fashion as a rule. If he does notice your garb, calmly explain that you are taking part in a product testing experiment for J.C. Penney.)
Once you are inside the bathroom, speed is essential to survival. In a single liquid motion, shut the bathroom door, step into the tub enclosure, slide the glass door shut, dip the cat in the water and squirt him with shampoo.


You will have begun one of the wildest 45 seconds of your life. Cats have no handles. Add the fact that he now has soapy fur, the problem is radically compounded.

Do not expect to hold on to him for more than two or three seconds at a time. When you have him, however, you must remember to give him another squirt of shampoo and rub like crazy. He'll then spring free and fall back into the water, thereby rinsing himself off.
(The national record for cats is three latherings, so don't expect too much )


Next, the cat must be dried. Novice cat bathers always assume this part will be the most difficult, for humans generally are worn out at this point, and the cat is just getting really determined. In fact, the drying is simple compared to what you have just been through. That's because by now the cat is semi permanently affixed to your right Leg. You simply pop the drain plug with your foot, reach for your towel and wait.
(Occasionally, however, the cat will end up clinging to the top of your army helmet. If this happens, the best thing you can do is to shake him loose and to encourage him toward your leg.)
        After all the water is drained from the tub, it is a simple matter to just reach down and dry the cat. In a few days the cat will relax enough to be removed from your leg. He will usually have nothing to say to you for about three weeks and will spend a lot of time sitting with his back to you. He might even become psycho ceramic and develop the fixed stare of a plaster figurine.
You will be tempted to assume he is angry. This isn't usually the case.

As a rule he is simply plotting ways to get through your defenses and injure you for life the next time you decide to give him a bath.

 :) I love this one, thanks for starting my day with a huge laugh :D

Now that I have stopped laughing, I have successfully bathed 2 cats so far in my lifetime.  One was a mere baby just wrested from her mother's ministrations.  I had opened a can of mackeral and thinking it would be a treat for the mere one, I drained some of the juice and put it down for the baby.  She loved it, she lapped it, she bathed in it and perhaps thought that a trip behind the refrigerator would dry her off some.  Anyway, she was filthy and nothing but a soap and water bath would do the job. 

The other one was a 2 year old tom cat that was my special pet at the time.  He was filthy with fleas and I thought that a flea bath might help.  Surprisingly  he didn't fight me.  We did the job at the kitchen sink with the spray attachment, dried off with a towel and a hair dryer and remained friends.

Thanks for the laugh this morning.

I had written a response to this and before I could preview it I hit a button and lost the whole blame thing.
I may try to write the story again, but NOT now. Talk about dumb, that is me.

I have several cat story's and will attempt to write them later.
Just wanted to say thanks for a giggle.........Aren't they wonderful..............Cats I mean.
Hugs and God bless

Please, Judy, write your cat stories and put them on here.  I love reading about other people's pets.

 Yes please, Judy, I love pet stories too.

I have a beautiful long haired cat ,that I found inditch culvert, across the street from my house.  When I first looked at her I thoight she had  stuck her head in a oil can.  When I got her to my house and took awet rag to her head,  I found out it was blood on her head.  She was covered with fleas and the were sucking the blood out of her.   She was so weak she could  hardly hold  her head up.   A friend and I gave her a flea bath, thenwe sat and killed the fleas on her head, by dipping a q-tip inflea dop and then touching the flea with it.  You could actually see them  still running around on her head.   She was very weak and under norished, as she had been living on her own.  She had this BIG fluffy tail,that looked nlike it didn't belong to her.  I took her to the vet.  Noone thought she woul live.  Shedid and I found out she was a Turkish  Angora.

 Is that the cat in your photo? name please?

The cat in my photo is Booter Boy and he is 12 years old. His mother brout him over to eat,and left him. 

The white cat is Georgie Girl.  She is 6 years old and has finally growninto her tail.

Curt had put the foot stool to Tania's chair up in the chair to vacuum and when he put the vacuum up he came back and here is where OP Lee decided to take a nap.
He is such a funny cat and sometimes I think he is more human than cat.. ( He thinks so too)

To be posted VERY LOW on the refrigerator door - nose height.

Dear Dogs and Cats,

The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years -- canine or feline attendance is not required.

The proper order is kiss me, THEN smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough!

To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:

To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our Pets:

1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.
(That's why they call it "furniture.)
3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.

(Actually, I don't like hair on my clothes either, and when Teresa and I had Doby, we were vacuuming the divan constantly. We finally put a throw over one side, and he learned that it was HIS side.  :)
Tiger and Sheeba are inside sometimes. They eat inside and then maybe they will take a nap, but then they want back outside.
( We STILL vacuum a lot  :P )

The last cat I had was an old calico, Poppy.  She ruled.  I could mop my kitchen floor and she would walk across it and clean herself for twenty minutes.  When I vacuumed, I would have to pick up her tail and vacuum around her.  She would look at me like I was really disturbing her.  As a Mama cat she was the greatest and would care for any kitten anytime.  Furniture or counters she would not get on.  She knew she did not belong there.  Never had to teach her either.  She enjoyed the outside but always came inside if she needed a potty break.  Never missed the litter box.  One time I cleaned the litter box out and found I was out of fresh litter.  The day was busy and I soon forgot about the litter box.  Late that night (morning) arriving home from work, Poppy let me know I had forgotten the litter box.  My husband went to the grocery store immediately to buy litter.  Poppy only liked one kind of litter and my husband, of course, bought the wrong kind.  I filled the litter box with it anyway.  This cat looked at me and the box, turned and walked to the living room.  It was very obvious that she was about to burst. Back she came to the litter box, looked at it again, then me and turned starting back to the living room.  She took about 5 steps and jumped straight back into the box.  Relieved herself and ran through the house like a wild cat.  Then straight back to the litter box where she again relieved herself.  She was one happy cat.  Still she wanted her regular litter after that.  She is missed.

Wilma, maybe it was because I was already rolling with laughter from Kjell's cat bathing entry, but I really found your story just as funny.

QuoteI had opened a can of mackeral and thinking it would be a treat for the mere one, I drained some of the juice and put it down for the baby.  She loved it, she lapped it, she bathed in it and perhaps thought that a trip behind the refrigerator would dry her off some.  Anyway, she was filthy and nothing but a soap and water bath would do the job.

I can just picture that fishy-smelling, dust covered kitten.

All these stories are delightful. I'm enjoying every one of them.

Anyone who has pets will really like this. You'll like it even if you don't and may decide you need one. Could be a dog or a cat or whatever it is that you love (This came to me in an email............it is sweet and just fits this thread. NO the animal isn't mine, but I wish
Hugs and God bless Judy

Mary and her husband Jim had a dog, Lucky.  Lucky was a real character.
Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they  would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would
help himself to whatever struck his fancy. Inevitably, someone would forget and something would come up missing. Mary or Jim would go to
Lucky's toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky's favorite toys. Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy
box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.

It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer. Something told her she was going to die of this disease, she was just sure it was
fatal.  She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding  her shoulders.

The night before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky. A thought struck her...what would happen to Lucky? Although the
three-year-old dog liked Jim, he was Mary's dog through and through.  If I die, Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won't understand that I didn't want to leave him. The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death.

The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for over two weeks. Jim took Lucky
for his evening walk faithfully, but the little dog just drooped, whining and miserable.

Finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital. When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn't even make it up the steps to her bedroom. Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap.

Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn't come to her when she called.
It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed. When Mary woke for a second she couldn't understand what was wrong. She couldn't move her head and her body felt heavy and hot.  But panic soon gave way to laughter when Mary realized the problem.  She was covered, literally blanketed, with every treasure Lucky owned!

While she had slept, the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement bringing his beloved mistress all his favorite things in life.
He had covered her with his love.

Mary forgot about dying. Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking further and further together every night.

It's been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free. Lucky? He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box but Mary remains his
greatest treasure.

Live everyday to the fullest. Remember it is a blessing from God.

The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the
most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones
that care.

"Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind
of battle."

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest
to God.

Kevin, not only was she a very dirty kitten, she was a very dirty white kitten.  She was the grandchild of a white cat I had given a lady on the other side of town.  The lady had always wanted a white cat and she said she would take the momma and all the kittens.  One of the kittens was a white tom, that had a whirlwind courtship with a Siamese cat.  My white kitten was one of the offspring.  She lived with us for several years, was not allowed outside and became my inspiration for declaring "never again, a cat that can't go outside" and see what I have now.

I love these stories.  Pets are so endearing and so much a part of the family.  I wish everyone could have one and care for it in the proper way.  Only then do they become true loyal friends.

Which reminds me, Joanna, have you told us about Princess yet?

:angel:

Now I lay me down to sleep
and pray the Lord my impulses to keep.
For if again I chew Mom's computer cord,
I know I will inherit the wrath of the Lord.

      Chloe (The Jack Russell :angel:) Turner

That's a keeper! :) :) :) ;)

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Quote from: Wilma on August 27, 2007, 05:06:55 PM...Which reminds me, Joanna, have you told us about Princess yet?

Puppy cat was a stray kitten that our dogs had treed one night inside our fenced yard in September of 1992.  They just wanted to play, but she sat in the crotch of that tree and barked back at them.  We brought her in and spent a week trying to find her home, but no-one would admit to missing a kitten.  A neighbor in the alley behind us had a momma cat with kittens that all looked exactly like her, but they adamantly denied she belonged to them.

Anyway, she was raised with Sam & Max, two malamute/shepherd mix brothers, and I guess Puppy thought she was one of them.  She would bark at us instead of meow when she wanted something, and was the noisiest cat you've ever seen.  When she ran through the house it sounded like a herd of cattle.  She still does!

Now she's older and just yells at us when she's out of food or wants her litter changed, or if she wants in or out, or when our grandpuppy comes to visit.  She's spoiled rotten and she believes she deserves better than what she gets. 

Quote from: Jody on August 29, 2007, 05:42:21 PMIn a cat's eyes all things belongs to cats!

Jody, that is so true! Ha!  If she wants attention she will sit on my book if I'm reading; or on my arms, the keyboard or just in front of the monitor if I'm using the computer.  She brings me "presents" on occasion, but never into the house, just leaves them outside the door.  Squirt (our dog) & Puppy share the same food & water dish, and since we aren't worried about weight, we feed them both the same cat food.   

Puppy's favorite pass-time the last few months has been to chase Ben out of the yard.  It is the funniest thing you've ever seen.  This little undersized black & white cat will chase that big golden lab off the porch, out of the yard and across the street.  Then she's so proud of herself she just struts around the yard for a while with her fur all bushed out and her tail straight up.  Big Ben loves it!  He thinks it is a great game and has a blast pretending to be scared.  You can almost see him trying to hold in the laughter as he jumps away and skitters around.  He'll stay away for a couple of hours or a day, then comes back to do it again.  We try to keep Squirt indoors when it happens.  She loves to play with Ben, but when Puppy is chasing Ben, Squirt tries to help and gets in the way. Squirt got scratched one time, then she and Puppy growled at each other at the feed bowl for a whole day.

Her name is Puppy, we call her 'Princess' Puppy on especially trying days, or just 'P.Cat' sometimes.  She's pretty old for a cat (about 15) and is having some trouble with her teeth (we had to have 5 removed last year).  She wants to sit where it's warm, and is spending the summer on the porch most days and nights.  I'm afraid this winter will be  hard on her and we'll probably set up a plant grow-light or something to keep her comfortable ~ she spent last winter on top the porch refrigerator where it was high and warm, with her special pillow, of course...

That is beautiful.  A true family.

You know that on another thread Roma said her dog liked to chew up Kleenex.

I had a cat that LOVED the mentholated Kleenex. In fact if you rubbed Vicks on a Kleenex or on a paper towel and toss it on the floor, he would just go crazy.. roll on it and tear it up and even eat some of it.
He could sniff those things out too. I could hide one and he would be walking by and stop.. and sniff and stalk it until he found it.. hahaha ;D

My white cat , Georgie Girl, thinks
she is aPrincess,too.  Shnkeeps challenging my oldest cat to be TOP-CAT.

 :) Bingo will sneak one of those Hall's Cough Lozenges every chance he gets. If you put the bag anywhere he can reach you will find chewed up lozenges all over the house. He's so tiny I would think it would just blow his head off!!!!  Maybe they get some kind of a high from these mentholated products :P  Sort of like the catnip experience.

 I had a NOT so funny experience at my sister's house several years ago. Their airdale Tucker, got into my purse, that was sitting open on the floor next to their love seat. He stuck his head in and snuffled around the gum and Hall's Menthol cough drops that were in there. Then he lifted his leg.... Yup, he let fly all down inside my purse. What a mess. :'( :'( :'( 

Diane, I think that would have been time for a new purse.

Boy, you just never know what they'll do next do you.   ???

Two of my daughters occassionally spend a night with me.  Both of them come from homes with pets, both cats and dogs.  Bud torments each of them and we have found that it is best to keep their personal belongings shut away from him.  He is the typical tom cat marking his territory.

 Waldo, I had to get a new purse and a new everything that was in it. Fortunately my driver's license is sealed in plastic, as are most of my other important cards. But a lot was lost. It was a  good leather purse, so I was not  happy. 

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Read cat story at 4:20 a.m. after visiting extensively with son who is now sleeping nearby.  Laughed so hysterically that those sleeping definitely awoke to a mom in pajamas with wild hair sitting at the computer at this time of morning thinking that I have more than lost it.  How does one explain that it was all over a cat and a pill?   Great one, Teresa!  Thanks.

 I couldn't see for laughing....That's my cat! He looks so innocent...HA!

These stories or oh so familiar to we cat owners aren't they.

My beloved Cat Caleb which I had for years, (been gone about four years now) developed an allergy to plastic. He started developing abcesses on the chin.  For a period of 10 days, he had to wear one of those funnel shaped collars around his neck, be isolated from the other cat, have the abcess cleaned twice a day and take an antibiotic twice a day.  I had to set up everything for him in the little and only bathroom of my then apartment and commence his care.  It was absolutely an exhausting nightmare.  Ha, ha.  Probably 10 of the longest days I ever spent.

Whatever obstacles you face today, I hope they can be solved this easily!

     Just wanted to share a photo of our new puppy, Baxter, in his John Deere cap.  Baxter is a beagle and we just got him yesterday morning.  He was born on July 8th.

How precious.  I have always wanted a Beagle, but now that I ended up with the Jack Russell, three may have to be enough for awhile. 

If he isn't the cutest thing , then I don't know what is!
That hat on him just makes you smile out loud!

Quote from: Teresa on September 09, 2007, 09:13:09 PM
That hat on him just makes you smile out loud!

Well, the hat on you makes me laugh out loud!  LOL

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I hate you!



(( I actually should make a slideshow showing all the times that Kjell and I have been in stores and tried on hats.. hahahaha
We have darn near been kicked out of places because we were laughing so hard and taking pics of each other.....
Maybe I will  ;D ))

But that doesn't change the fact that I still hate you! :P

HUM!  Wonder what else I can say to keep that hatred going??????????

I swear~~~~~~~~``you two-------- :'( :'( :-* :-* :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

You know---I think we should just let them continue back and forth until the forum get together.  It's good PR.  Maybe it will bring more people out to attend, just to see how they act together in public.  Wilma, I've been thinking---do we need one of those mats with the ropes around it like they use in professional boxing? 

Quote from: Jo McDonald on September 10, 2007, 08:13:22 PM
I swear~~~~~~~~``you two-------- :'( :'( :-* :-* :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

What do you mean.. YOU two! :o
I don't do anything but try to get along with the old conceited flappity lipped windbag. >:(
I did not deserve her being mean to me about my Beeeeutiful pink cap!

She is just jealous cause she doesn't have one.. :P
But how can you wear any kind of hat when you have hair like she has..

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HA HA HA HA HA HA... Thats a lovely hair do.....
I have lots of pics like these of TaTa and the Posse. ( Lord we have had some good times together.. HA HA)

Here is really what we think of each other...((Sometimes)))   :P

Quote from: Teresa on September 10, 2007, 09:34:48 PM

Quote from: Jo McDonald on September 10, 2007, 08:13:22 PM
I swear~~~~~~~~``you two-------- :'( :'( :-* :-* :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

But how can you wear any kind of hat when you have hair like she has..

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I just read this early morning Wednesday.  I don't have time to find a pic of Ms. T, but rest assurred; tonight there will be something on there.  However; I thought the hair do was kind of cute.  (You snake.)

Empty Nest, since you will be refereeing, we will do whatever you want.

Do any of you have a cute picture of your pet and a Christmas tree????  and if you do, could you share it with us????   I ask this because Christmas isn't complete without a pet.  I found this one year when I had put up our tree, completed the decorating and still felt something was missing.  It showed up when the current kitten came in and tried to climb the tree.  It just isn't Christmas until the pet takes part.

P.S.  I have a picture but I have to look for it, then get Janet to post it for me. ::)

Bud can read.  I know this for a fact.  First daughter held up a can of tuna and said "What's this" and Bud jumped up like he was going fishing.  And don't tell me he just recognized the can.  It was different than the can he usually gets.

Are you sure he didn't smell the tuna? Their noses are much better than ours.

The can hadn't been opened.  It was one she had just bought, a different brand and different color.  It was also about the size of the can of his canned food and he never gets excited about his canned food.  It might have been her tone of voice but I like to think that he read the word tuna on the label or saw the picture of a fish.

Isn't Mother's cat just amazing???  Or maybe Mother is just crazy???

Thanks a lot.  Do you have to confirm what everybody else is thinking?

  Not to worry Wilma.  As the owner of remarkable dogs I have no trouble believing that Bud is in fact Amazing.

Thank you, Roma.  Now how about the rest of you pet owners?  Aren't they just the smartest things around?

Bub, also, think he is a dog because he follow me around like a puppy dog.

My male cat was quite the gentleman, he always came out to the car to walk me to the door when I came home and when I left he was there to walk me to the car.  I know he knew what I was saying to him.  I have four of his kittens and I sure hope they are as smart as he was.

Did anyone watch the Westminster Dog show last weekend?  The 15" American Beagle won the best of show!  He was a crowd favorite!  As everyone was clapping and cheering for him, he was barking and howling along with them.  He looked so excited!

Chuck's favorite story about a beagle was when he lived in Brookville and a local beagle would chase rabbits through his yard.  Well, actually, the rabbit would go running through the yard... and a couple minutes later, there would go the beagle.  When Chuck wouldn't get his lawn mowed, he said he could only see the grass swishing and hear the beagle howling!

Uno sure was a crowd favorite wasn't he? I had a friend who had Beagles for rabbit hunting and they were very nice dogs, a bit noisey, but otherwise very well mannered.

     We used to have a purebred Beagle.  From what we had read about them and from personal experience, stubborness is one of their traits.  Our little beagle loved to trail, as she constantly always had her nose to the ground.

  I only saw the clip where they announced uno winning and he was immediately baying and looking up at his handler.  It looked like he was saying.."Did I win, did I really win?  His own little acceptance speech.  One of my favorite movies is "Cats & Dogs"  The little beagle is that movie is just precious.

We watched the Westminster Dog Show, and believe you me, there was just no doubt that Uno was a winner from the get go! He marched in that show ring, and let those folks in New York know that he was large and in charge! He just took ownership of the place! I had heard how well he showed in his breed classification, so was watching closely when it came time for him to show in his class. I think there are clips available for viewing on the Westminster web site.

Our neighbor years ago had a pair of beagles that he got for rabbit hunting. He just could not keep those two inside the yard. So he hit on the idea of chaining them together, and that worked for a while. One day I looked out my back window, and there they were, climbing the fence in tandem. It looked so funny, they looked like circus performers. Those two were always into something!

Talking about beagles reminds of when my grandson was little and he came home one day with several beagle puppies.  His reason was that he didn't have any money to get his dad a birthday present and these puppies were free.  They had those beagles for years along with his dad's coyote hunting hounds.

I've had that trick played on me several times over the years with both dogs and cats.

This is so cool.................

Great story.  i have often thought about that scripture, (don't have time to look it up now), about the lion and lamb laying down together.  I believe it is in Revelation.  Anyway, how neat it will be when all animals and people are at peace with each other.  It would be so neat to be able to just walk up to a lion and pet it with no hesitation on either side.

"Someday" ... you will be able to..  :angel:
I swear, if I could take my whole family with me at one time, I would be soooo ready to just leave this crazy assed world and go home.  How cool it will be to be able to "know" everything and create anything and just have life so dang perfect..
Ahhh -wellll...
Can't go yet.... I need to stick around so I can create more havoc.. LOL LOL  ;D

  I bet there is another Elk Co., just on the other side of the veil.

It has been some time since I have shared Bud with you.  I am in the midst of preparing cemetery decorations and Bud is somewhat beside himself trying to figure out what to do about it.  I think he finally solved the problem.  

The first picture was supposed to be the second picture, but I messed up getting them on here.  You might have to look close to see him in the second picture as his gray blends into shadows really good.

Cute cat, beautiful flowers.