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Kitty sneezes, cat diseasesesssss

I haven’t posted in a couple of days and I am not wondering why because I know why. It is the fosters. Four little kittens and one homeless mommy (Milkshake is her name) that I am fostering until they find their furever homes.  All adorable, all sweet natured, all cute as buttons but the energy, OMG.

They are slowly redecorating my home in a new style I call Early Destruction.  They are into everything, want to know how everything works so they can stop it from working. They love to see how things fall down, the smaller the item, the better. All so I won’t be able to find it later. They have to help me when it is feeding time, running from dish to dish to see who has the best serving. They move furniture around (not the big pieces, …..yet) and any throw rugs I have down are always in a new place when I get up in the morning, come home in the afternoon, well, at any time. And talk about things that go bump in the night. In my house, it is every night and many, many bumps. Their toys are EVERYWHERE and I don’t even want to talk about the kitty litter pans and the litter.

Okay, I will talk about the litter pans. I have four litter pans. I clean them at least twice a day. I feel like a slave to the pans. What is funny about cleaning the pans, possibly the only funny thing about it,  is whenever I do scoop the litter, the kittens find this activity of the highest interest and just have to become part of the process, getting back into the pan and “helping me”.  All four of them. And invariably after I finish the scooping, they have to test it, make sure it still works and it is still theirs. I did discover this though. The four pans are of 4 difference sizes, from small (for the kittens) to large (for the big cats). Can someone tell me why the big cats find the little litter pans so interesting and just have to use those instead? Jeepers!

One of the kittens greets me in a very special way. She flings herself at my face, not with claws or feet but with her face. Thank goodness she is so small. It is so cute but on several occasions, I was surprised and on one occasion, it hurt! She is the nuzzler in the group, just wanting to be as close to my face as she can get so she can give me kisses. I am going to miss her the most when she finds her furever home. She also had the sniffles when she arrived which I am treating with medication, however, on several occasions, when she is bestowing me with her little kitty kisses, she full-on sneezed in my face (I think she saves the sneezes just for me) and I was at first concerned. Am I going to catch a cat disease from this little kitten? Then I decided that if I were to get really sick or even pass away because of her sneezes, how cool would it be for me to catch a cat disease! To die from a cat disease! I know, I know, that’s really weird. But again, how apropos.

All I can say is this: in my house, I don’t need to put on any music, I have the music of kittens playing really really hard. Th crinkle of the crinkle tube, the bells on their little toys, the mews/yelps of them play fighting, the thumps and thunks of their little bodies running around and into things, the patter of their little feets, and last but not least, the purrs, such loud purrs, when they discover my lap and settle down.

Yeah, I am going to miss them.

But my curtains never stood a chance. Oh well, who needs curtains!

 

To be devoured by cats….or to be a bowl.

So along the same lines as yesterday’s blog, and addressing my own personal end-of-life wishes, I seriously hope I don’t end up as a feline entrée. I am making a concerted effort to not fall down in my house nor incur any grievous injuries if I do fall down. No more rickety chairs, lopsided picnic benches or off-kilter step ladders for me.  Only sturdy appropriate safe step stools, ones with safety rails and maybe an alarm!

Oddly enough, I have had a discussion with close friend(s) on several occasions about personal decisions regarding funeral arrangements and other morbid death and after death themed topics.

Here is what I would like to happen after I die and I warn you, it is a little weird. And probably won’t happen but to me, it is a nice thought, one that kind of tickles me.

I have it on the best authority that cremains (the ashes recovered from a cremation) can be used as a glaze, an earthen kind of glaze, on pottery. That glaze, the cremains, can be utilized in the firing of a piece of pottery.  I am not sure what that glaze would look like but last I checked, I would probably at that point not care.

So I decided I would like to be cremated, and then the  cremains would be used as that glaze on a bowl which would then be used as a cat food bowl. That way, I could continue to “feed kitty cats” after I am gone. I have been feeding cats all of my adult life (and most of my earlier life as well) so I would love to continue doing so after death too.  A legacy!

Not all of the kinks are worked out on this plan, including who would be in charge of the choosing of the bowl, who would make sure I became a glaze, where and with who would the bowl eventually end up with, and which cats would be eating their kitty meals from me? All good questions, right?

I wonder how many bowls I could actually glaze?

I told you it was weird.

Where or where does the time go? To the fosters, that’s where!

It has been a while since I posted and it just seems like everything caught up with me this past week or so. It is not like I have a really busy schedule or anything like that but I really could use a few extra hours each day along with some extra energy to accomplish more stuff during those much wished for extra hours.

I don’t know what changed this past week or two. Is it age, catching up with me when I stopped to catch my breath?  Or is it that I am still adjusting to a new schedule, what with a little part time job in the middle of the day which sort of cuts my day and ability to finish stuff in half, sorta kinda? Or could it be that the 4 little foster kittens that I volunteered to take care while they are waiting to be adopted are taking up a lot of my time and energy?

Could very well be those kittens. They are up to no good all day. Absolutely adorable and endless amounts of energy. And noisy too! I don’t know how much longer I will be their foster mom. I will be missing them and their antics when they finally get their forever homes. Most likely it will be one by one and someone in the four will end up all by itself. Poor things. But I do feel good about saving these little darlings. One at a time or in my case, 4 at a time. I am trying to get some good pics of each of them but it is an almost impossible task. They are in perpetual motion.

Here is a little description of each of them. Jaspurr is one of the blacks, very sweet and loving, a lap cat with

Junipurr

slightly longer fur than his brother but still a short hair. He is very laid back and not too concerned about loud noises or things unknown. Will probably get him into trouble later on.

His brother is Junipurr, the other half of the Purr brothers. He started out as a little more cautious and shy, had kind of scruffy fur, with a greyish colored undercoat, due most probably to poor nutrition. He has now come out of his shell, is very sweet and loving, and his fur is now healthy and shiny. He is a black patent leather beauty, sleek and sinewy.

Jaspurr

 

The third foster is Biscuit, a beautiful cream tiger, with very unusual coloring. He is the biggest of the four, a total sweetie. He was rescued from a shelter and certain death. Another lap kitty for sure. In fact, he is helping me post this blog right now, standing in front of the screen trying to catch the cursor. He is thankfully not too big so I can still see some of the computer screen. What a great little helper!

Biscuit

The last but not the least is little Dulce, who came with her name. A little tiger girl who just wants to be with her people. She arrived with Biscuit but they are not related. She also came from a shelter, saved from a certain death. She also had the sniffles so I have had to give her medications for it and she does not like medicine. But she is feeling better. Another lap cat for sure, who also likes to bestow many kisses upon the faces of her people. She is a total cuddle bunny, likes to curl up and snuggle. A real cutie pie for sure.

Dulce

I love the sound of baby kitties in the morning.

I live alone. If the tv isn’t on, it is usually pretty quiet in my house. I sometimes turn on music but usually I listen to tunes in my car, not so much in the house unless I am doing some serious housework. I try very hard to avoid that whole serious housework stuff.

I just recently volunteered to be a foster mom to kittens who needed to be rescued for future adoption. I currently have two little “houdini” brothers who I named Jazpurr and Junipurr.

And I am happy to say, it is not so quiet in my house these days. A friend gave me something called a “crinkle tube” for the kittens to play in and I assure you, it is very crinkly. Which means it is kind of noisy. I am sitting here at my computer and listening to the crinkle crinkle crinkle of this tube thing while the two little boys go at it furiously.  So funny.

Jazpurr and Junipurr are approximately 14 weeks old at this point and cute as buttons, healthy as hell. It is play, play, play, all the time and all over the house. And they are into everything, and nothing scares them.

Now that is what I call music!

Little Junipurr at 10 weeks.

Cappachino, the lost deaf and blind cat who found me.

About 6 months ago, there was a knock at my door. Answering the door, my neighbor was standing there with a large Himalayan cat in his arms. “Is this one of your cats?” he asked.  “It has been hanging out in my yard for several days and keeps walking out into the street and will get hit by a car.” Then he handed it to me and walked away. It all happened really fast and I was left standing there, speechless, holding this cat in my arms and wondering what the hell just happened.

Cappachino’s first week in my house, in his favorite room, the kitchen.

Well, this male Himalayan turned out to be a real sweetie, with big blue eyes, and a real laid back personality. Within a day or two, I realized this poor guy was almost completely blind, could probably only see shadows and was totally deaf. I named him anyway even though I doubt he will ever respond to his name but so far, he has no problem responding to ……food.  Nonetheless, I named him Cappachino.

Cappachino also had very long fur; fur that on elderly long-haired cats causes several problems but primarily a bathroom problem. So I started trimming the fur around his bottom. Over the next few weeks, whenever he was either sleeping or resting and let me, I took scissors to him, starting with his butt and working up. I kept going because he also had a lot of matted hair and fleas and he was not a good self groomer. His new haircut was not a good look, but not a bad look either. Besides, it accomplished several goals: flea control, hair ball control, butt control and last but not least, Cappachino enjoys being petted now in a big way because he can actually feel it with his new short hairdo. And, as you can see, it kind of looks like one of those old fashioned shorn lamb coats….remember those?

Cappachino with his new haircut

I am guessing that this Himalayan ended up in the neighborhood, homeless and wandering around deaf and blind, because someone either dumped him, or left him behind, or he was just lost. There were no signs posted in the area about a lost cat and I decided to keep him. My other cats accepted him immediately and he hasn’t a mean bone in his body. And like I said, he loves food. Loves to eat, can hardly wait for his next meal and his favorite room in the house is the kitchen.

I deduced that he can see maybe shadows or something because in the mornings, when I wake and get out of bed, he is ALWAYS lying in the bedroom doorway, waiting for me to get up, staring at me with those big blue eyes to see if I am heading towards the kitchen. So he can see just enough to get around.  But when you look into those big blue eyes, the pupils are almost totally blown….if you know what I mean. No matter what light he is in, his pupils are as large as they can be.  And the deaf part, well, Cappachino loves to be vacuumed. Whenever I use my vacuum, he is right there for a “grooming”; he loves it.

I am glad to be there for this sweetheart’s last days.

Me, cats and dating or How to Get Rid of a Guy IMMEDIATELY

Everyone keeps telling me how sweet I am, how nice I am, how smart I am (well, not that so much)…. and then they ask me “why don’t you have a boyfriend?”

Well, the answer to that has nothing to do with who, what, or where I am.  It is because I have cats.

I have tested this theory of mine. Usually when someone, let’s say a guy, is paying me attention and telling me all of the above (again, not so much the smart part), all I have to say to him, if I want to end the interaction or to “get rid of him”, is “I have ____ cats (insert a number in the blank). He will be gone in a flash. That’s a guarantee.

So here is my suggestion: how about an online dating site for people who love their pets and are owned by same. Could even be species specific: a subsite for cat lovers and one for dog lovers. Or even a cat and dog lovers combined.

So who’s with me on this? Or better yet, who wants me, cats and all?

This is what a cat lady looks like.