March 29 is Declaw Awareness Day

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Edgar Allen Poe speaks out today on a very important subject!

As spokescat for my  two brothers, Sir Hubble Pinkerton and Master Aki I am  broaching a topic that some of the two-legged furless ones think is controversial. But having kittehs declawed is a subject about which the three of us are passionate. For the life of us we just don’t understand why there are so many two-legged furless ones decide to have their kittehs declawed because they think that it’s no big deal!  Boy, are they ever misinformed.

As far as we are concerned declawing kittehs is never a wise solution. There really isn’t ever a need for any kitteh to have to undergo this cruel and unnecessary “procedure”.  We wonder if these two-legged furless ones realize that declawing is not a fancy manicure just having the nails removed. Instead, there are so many amazing alternatives to having the first joint of their kittehs’ toes amputated. By the way, we wonder if they realize that their kittehs walk on their tippy toes. So how can they walk correctly if they are declawed?  It makes us sad to think that when they made that appointment for the surgery with their veterinarians, no one bothered to educate them.

Instead of  causing their kittehs a lot of pain, they could learn to trim their nails, patiently training their cats to use their scratching posts and cat trees is all that is needed to preserve the two legged-furless one’s “precious” furniture and belongings.  That is the main reason these two-legged furless ones consider declawing their kittehs in the first place. SIGH!!

Some veterinarians insist that declawing kittehs will preserve homes. But since their little paws ache so badly when they are declawed, many kittehs stop using their litter boxes and instead pee on the floor. We have heard that some cats even started biting their two-legged furless ones. We have also heard that since so many kittehs start behaving “badly” after they are declawed that they are given to shelters; and it is very hard for these kittehs to get new permanent homes. Many of these healthy kittehs end up being “put to sleep” for no good reason.  We cry a lot when we hear about these very unfortunate cats.

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Fellow kittehs! We must find a way to have declawing outlawed in the USA and Canada. There are over 37 countries around the world that have banned this unnecessary and inhumane practice because they consider it animal cruelty. Several cities in California have already banned this procedure by their humane and politically courageous steps to protect their cats.

We think that banning declawing cats is so important that we needed to let all our fabulous kitty friends and their pawrents that some amazing two-legged furless ones have arranged a special event to celebrate Declaw Awareness Day

This event will be taking place tomorrow on Facebook on Tuesday, March 29 from 12: AM to 11:59 PM. And anybody who is on Facebook; is passionate about cats and who abhors the practice of declawing is more than welcome to attend. Tell all your kitteh friends to be sure to have their two-legged furless ones spread the word also!

We hope we will see you there tomorrow. Check out the special Facebook page in advance so you can give directions to all your friends!

What are your feelings about declawing? Do share them with a comment.

Our New Friends: Christine and Oliver

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Sir Hubble wants to know: Doesn’t Oliver look like me?

I have to confess that I am jealous of the time Mamma Cat spends on the Internet. Purrsonally I think that she wastes too much time hanging out online doing  lots of research, writing stories, and “chatting” with kitty lovers; many of whom she will never meet in her entire lifetime!

But I really began to understand why she gets so friendly with these folks.  Yesterday afternoon we all got to meet Christine; one of her friends she met online.  This very pretty two-legged furless lady is for sure an avid kitty lover. Mamma Cat found her on “Facebook”. She really flipped out when she saw a photo of Oliver, one of Christine’s cats.   In fact, apparently Oliver and I look so much alike that we could be brothers! Poppa Cat was also amazed when he got to see Oliver’s photo; but when Mamma Cat showed it to me, I felt I was gazing at my reflection.

Christine showed us more of her kitty photos, including one of Owen- a little chocolate point Siamese kitten who was very lucky to have found her. He isn’t old enough yet to become part of her family, and she can hardly wait until May when she can take him home! I know that I  will be talking more about him in the near future!

Speaking of reflection- I would like to reflect on yesterday’s visit. Christine is a special lady who simply adores cats.  From the minute she saw Aki, my little brother, she fell in love with him. She also thought that Edgar Allen Poe was a handsome devil. I loved the way she talked to me about Oliver.

I just wish that Aki wasn’t so skitterish around strangers- especially if they happen to be ardent felinophiles.  I mean, I could totally understand it if they hated cats. We are so sensitive to those of that ilk!!

I kinda felt sorry for Christine since Aki was too scared to snuggle up in her lap. It would have been fun for her to be able to hear rumbling purr.  Aki needs to get used to company so he can show off for folks he hasn’t yet met.  I think it would be helpful if Mamma and Poppa Cat socializes more with the two-legged furless ones! I’m going to suggest this to them as soon as I am feeling better. Since I am the elder kitty around here, they always heed my advice.

However, unfortunately I’m  not feeling very well at all this morning!  Mamma Cat got worried and called one of the Pretty Lady Doctors who told her to bring me to the hospital right away! Poppa Cat is taking me there and we all  hope that she can quickly make me feel better. But I am sure that Mamma Cat will keep y’all posted.

This said,   while y’all waiting, I do have a question for my fellow kitties.  Do you get skitterish when new people visit your home?  Tell me in a comment.

Mamma Cat is Close to learning our Secret: Cat food that’s stolen is tastier!

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Attention fellow kitties! I am afraid I there might be some bad MEWS on the horizon!

I can’t begin to count the hoops that Mamma Cat must have jumped through to try to unravel the ultimate feline secret that we have sworn to protect since beginning of time.It’s a secret that Bastet, the goddess of cats still  guards with her life. In fact, all kitties around the world have taken a solemn vow to prevent the two-legged furless ones from discovering it.

So you can only imagine my shock and horror that that Mamma Cat might be close to unlocking this secret,  and if she does, I am afraid that if she dares to share it with her species, our goose will be forever cooked.

I realize  that y’all  have at one time or another turned up your noses to any paltry food offerings your two-legged furless servants have set before you. They haven’t quite got it yet that it’s boring to be served up with the same hum-drum flavors they believe is to our liking.

Of course it was delectable the first few times they offered it and we eagerly ate it.  But heck, it gets tiresome when they feed it to us over and over.  Variety seems to be the spice of life for the two-legged furless ones. They change their menus constantly to make their meal-times more interesting! So why can’t they do the same thing for us? I don’t understand the reasons they think we are any different.

It’s no secret that I am a slow and picky eater. When Mamma Cat finds something to my liking, (which, I may add, is once in a blue moon), she does a “happy dance” and breathes a sigh of relief. But good grief, why does she assume that if I chow down on it for several days that it is the only food I would deign to eat?

One day she accidently discovered that I really enjoy Aki’s special diet. It was prescribed for him by the pretty lady doctor and Mamma Cat was to feed it to Aki until his tummy was all better. Aki thinks it’s the bees’ knees, but he will eat anything! So when I stuffed my nose into his food dish and gobbled up half of his lunch- she figured it would be perfect for me.

I am just like any cat who might enjoy eating something different once in a while. But after she served it to me repeatedly, I got “fed up” with it (no pun intended), I went on strike!  Since cats must eat, Mamma Cat got desperate and opened three cans of different cat food; none of which had any appeal to my highly developed pallet.

But here is where it got interesting. I started getting concerned that Mamma Cat would learn our treasured secret.  When she was feeding my brother Edgar Allen Poe I snuck into the room to check out what he was eating, I pushed him aside and finished off his meal. Mamma Cat was absolutely stunned!

Yes, we all know that stolen food is much more appealing! But if she puts two and two together and then tries to feed me this way- I think my brothers will resent me a lot!  I sure wish she hadn’t witnessed me in the act of stealing his food, since this could lead to serious feeding squabbles. It’s a set up which doesn’t seem fair.

Fellow cats, I need your help! How do you think I should handle this situation? Please leave me a comment with some helpful suggestions.

Aki says: “Mamma Cat Played a Nasty Trick on me!”

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Yesterday Mamma Cat played another nasty trick on me! Why does she do this to me?

But before I tell you about it,please bear with me.  I need to share a little history about how my day began.

It started  just like any other day; nothing strange about it in the least.  After I finished my breakfast, I sat around deciding what to do first.  I was deep in thought when my brother, Edgar Allen Poe strolled into the kitchen. I could tell that he too was looking for mischief. So I chased him around the house for a while. That made him happy!

Much to my joy, while I was chasing him, I finally found my favorite toy. It had been missing  forever. I love my amazing Rosie the Rat  toy. But just when I started tossing it around, that knucklehead, Mr. EAP came out of nowhere and stole Rosie from me. That got me so darned mad.   To let him know that I don’t take any crap and that he had just made a serious error in judgement, I slapped him upside his head a few times.

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That musta taught him a lesson! He dropped Rosie right away with such an apologetic look on his face.   I scurried away with Rosie in my mouth and found a secret hiding place to hide it. Mr. EAP  ain’t never going to find it!

I was a little tired after doing battle with EAP and stashing away my Rosie. So I curled up on the window seat with my big brother, Sir Hubble Pinkerton.  Of course he chewed on my ears and then washed them . I like to make him happy! We both settled in for a long, peaceful nap, snoozing in the sun.

But when the doorbell rang , my day suddenly went south. Mamma Cat opened the door and then I heard a familiar sound. Oh no- it was the pretty lady doctor’s voice!  I immediately jumped out of the window box and tried to  disappear;  but it was too late! Mamma Cat snatched me up and the next thing I knew Shannon, the pretty lady doctor’s vet tech was holding me tightly.

Then pretty lady doctor started sticking needles into me. I tried to struggle out of Shannon’s arms but she had a firm grip on me . No way could I escape. Oh the indignities of being forced to be  poked, prodded and on top of that  having needles stuck into me! It was almost too much for me to bear.

I kept wondering why Mamma Cat didn’t let me know that the pretty lady doctor was coming to the house to check me out. I guess she thought that if she did I would have disappeared where no one would ever find me. But Mamma Cat is too darned smart to give me advance warning about such things.  Thank goodness the “tormenting- du -jour” ended quickly.   Before they left, Shannon and the pretty lady doctor gave me lotsa kisses, then packed up their needles and their tubes and off they went. Mamma Cat was left waiting for what she called  “the results”.

The news must have been to her liking, because Mamma Cat did a little happy dance when the pretty lady doctor texted her the good news. All the tests came out perfectly so I should get  an “A+”. But I would much prefer some rare roast beef to be purrfectly honest!

I think it’s party time! Do you agree?  Let me know-I am all ears!

Sir Hubble Pinkerton says, “Baby Bro Aki is Cramazing!!

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There’s a time in every  elder cat’s life when we must insist that we are treated with respect. I mean after all, what does a 15 ½ year old cat have to do to  finally get his wishes across strongly enough to get them understood? I have learned that according to the rules in the world of the two-legged furless ones, respecting elders is to be expected. But it seems that the two kittens who have recently moved into my domain don’t yet have the brains or the good judgement to figure out that an elderly cat deserves to be treated with both esteem and admiration.

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It’s was hard enough to have to deal with the first interloper- Edgar Allen Poe- my first younger brother. If I could have had my way I would have had Momma Cat change his name to “Nudnick”. His rowdy behavior and bossy attitude simply drove me up the wall. This inconsiderate brat-cat  was overly fond of sneaking up on me when I wasn’t looking, jump on top of my back, wrap his paws around my neck and knock me over.  Good grief! I am much too old and fragile to deal with those kinds of shenanigans. His rough and tumble activities  were certainly not at all appreciated.

But fortunately, things around here are slowly starting to improve. I am so relieved that Momma and Daddy Cat found out about an Oriental Shorthair kitten who needed a home and decided to add this young’un into our household. Their act of kindness made it possible for Nudnick to blow off steam and behave better after playing with him. I am just over the moon happy that Aki is now part of our family because he still is young and foolish enough to get off on Nudnick’s outrageous, ludicrous behavior.

The two “kids”spend hours chasing each other around the house, playing hide-and-seek. They have so much fun hanging out together on the cat tree, and bop each other in the head to entertain each other. But I must admit that I get a kick out of watching them as long as they leave me alone. Their tomfoolery gives me a chance to climb onto the window box and bask in the sun, napping away contentedly- with no interruptions.

Unfortunately the two rascal hellions recently discovered that the window box is the perfect place for watching birds and checking out the lizards and squirrels. It seems that exactly the moment I curl up to catch a catnap they  will suddenly appear and try to usurp my favorite spot in the sun. These two pushy kittens give me no respect at all.

Although at times having to put up with the kittens’ behavior can be very stressful for me at least there is something about Aki which has started to endear him to me and the reason I  think of him as Cramazing!  While some cats may have the opinion that I am nuts because I have an ear fetish; don’t knock it until you try it! There is hardly anything more pleasurable to me than chewing on  kitties’ ears. They taste SO good!!

When my brother Hush Puppy was alive I used to chew on his ears whenever we were curled up together.  I am beginning to suspect that it may be an Oriental Shorthair thing because Aki purrs away in contentment when I am chewing on his ears and Nudnick won’t even consider letting me near his ears!  I will bet anything that Hush Puppy has a smile on his face since this also makes Momma Cat very happy too.

My Overnight Hospital Tale: Aki Tells it All

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Since  I still wasn’t back to my old self, this past Monday morning Mamma Cat called my pretty lady doctor who told her that I hadda go back to the hospital.  It was no secret to anyone that I wasn’t particularly thrilled to overhear that and when I knew it was a done deal when I  saw her take my traveling box out of the closet. I tried to hide but Mamma Cat was determined to stuff me into my traveling box and she quickly got her way.  Before I knew it, Daddy Cat put me in the car and drove me to the hospital.

Shortly after we arrived, a lady took me out of the traveling box and put me into a cage.  In no time at all, my pretty lady doctor took me into another room to check me over to find out why I was so sick.  I was poked and prodded, and stuck with needles. I gotta tell you I was not a happy camper. I heard my pretty lady doctor tell the vet tech that I was extremely dehydrated, and that I needed fluids.  What, again?  But this time to get fluids, my pretty lady doctor had to stick a needle in my vein. OUCH!   I darn well put up a fight and I hissed and growled at her, but she ignored my threatening behavior. Then on top of everything, much to my displeasure, she shoved some pills down my throat and gave me an injection! OUCH!!

Trust me! I was a wild cat trying to get that sucker fluid line out of my leg, but one of the vet techs caught me in the act; hearing my struggles to get rid of it.  To stop me from reaching it so I could pull it out, she put a plastic cone over my head. Didn’t she know that kitties hate to have cones over their head? Such indignities to felines must be punished. But I was much too weak to give her a hard time, so I just collapsed into a ball and didn’t move much. I thought to myself, “that will show her and she will feel sorry for me!”  Maybe she did but she sure didn’t show it.

Believe me I wanted badly to take a catnap to preserve what little strength I had left in reserve because I wasn’t gonna take no crap from any of them techs.  But then the D*Gs started barking and yapping and I couldn’t get a moment’s rest.  Fellow cats, you gotta listen to me  . . .  if you have to go to the hospital insist that your pawrents demand that the doctors give you a TV or play some music to help drown out the D*GGY din! Those sounds made my hair stand on end! Some canines are so inconsiderate of little kitties who aren’t feeling well. HISS!!!!

But in all fairness I must say that the food they gave me was divine. It was a special food to help my tummy! My pretty lady doctor was so excited that I was gobbling it up!  I was happy because underneath it all I kinda like her and I know that she wants me to get all better.

I was so happy to get home last night and feeling ever so much better. It was great to be back in Mamma Cat and Daddy Cat’s arms, and to be together again with my brothers. And the best news of all is that my pretty lady doctor sent me home with lots of that yummy special cat food!  Perhaps being in the hospital does have some advantages. What do you think? Tell me with a comment.

Slippery Elm Bark to the Rescue

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Aki says, “Being sick is no fun! But the expression, “being sick as a dog” doesn’t even start to describe how sick and miserable  I was over the weekend.  I had started to feel a little better but I needed to be within shooting range of a litter box because I still had the “runs”.  I won’t bore you with the all the nasty, grizzly details since y’all know all know what I mean.

“Mamma and Daddy Cat picked up medicine from our lady doctor to help make my tummy feel better.  Mamma Cat gave me some but it tasted so bad that it made me start foaming at the mouth. In fact I was looking a rabid dog, and within seconds that medicine came up along with my dinner. I must have given Mamma Cat quite a fright because I started scratching her, doing everything I possibly could to get away so she couldn’t give me any more.   But if I wanted to get better, another lady doctor told Mamma Cat that she was making me up a batch of a different kind of the same medicine; but that it would taste better.

“Mamma Cat gave me a dose of the new stuff that evening. It wasn’t quite as bitter so I swallowed it. But soon afterwards my tummy started hurting so badly.  The next morning Mamma Cat gave me a second dose but it made me really sick; so sick that just thinking about eating made me gag. I was not a happy camper and Mamma Cat and Daddy Cat were very worried about me. All I wanted to do was to hide in my blanket and to be left alone.

“When Sir Hubble Pinkerton noticed that I was as limp as a ragdoll and I wasn’t moving around very much, he became very concerned about my condition.  He told me that he was a ‘healer’ and he would start sending me soothing energy. He wrapped himself around me and put his paws on my aching tummy, and licked my ears and the top of my head. And while it really felt good, I still had the belly ache from hell.

“Mamma Cat was unable to get in contact with our lady vet.  She and Daddy cat were just about to take me to an Emergency Clinic, when her friend Sondra, (who just happens to be a vet tech) sent her a message with some ideas to help me feel better.  Amazingly, Mamma Cat had on hand just what Sondra suggested; Slippery Elm Bark powder. Mamma Cat whipped up a batch of slurry, and then gave it to me with a syringe. Within ten minutes I was feeling ever so much better.

“Since I was very dehydrated from all the upchucking and Jonny trots, Sondra advised Mamma Cat and Daddy Cat to hydrate me with some sub-Q fluids.  No one likes getting stuck with needles and I sure don’t, but within minutes after they gave me the fluids I felt even better, and my appetite was returning!

“I am slowly getting back my energy and starting to eat again. Mamma Cat and Daddy Cat are taking very good care of me. But tomorrow to make sure nothing serious is wrong, I will be visiting my pretty lady doctor for an extra special thorough examination. I bet she will also be sticking me with needles!

“What do your two-legged furless ones do when you are sick? Do they stick you with needles? Please tell me in a comment.”