Getting a Kitty? The Feline Perspective of What you need to know.

The saying, “When the student is ready, the teacher will appear” attributed to both Buddha Siddhartha Gautama Shakyamuni and the Theosophists could not be more appropriate as a preface to this article.

I say this because the other day while I was looking for some odd feline-related info while surfing the internet, I “accidentally” ran across an extremely humorous, well-written article, “What I wish I had known before getting Cats”  published on Medium by Zulie Rane.

After I finished reading it, I felt compelled to share it with our two highly intelligent cats, Mr. Aki Pataki-Baracki and Mr. Edgar Allen Poe. I wish you could have seen the expression on their faces as they were listening to me trying to read it to them. I was chuckling so loudly that I could hardly get the words out.

But what really shocked me was their immediate reaction to the story. The first thing they both agreed on was Zane’s unparalleled, sage advice for new cat owners, cautioning them that the most important thing to remember when they adopt a kitty,  is that they are not “getting a cat”; that the cats are “getting them. “

Although this rule is one of the most important things that new owners must learn, both cats felt while the article certainly has merit, they were driven to “tell it like it really is” from a feline purrspective.

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The first thing Edgar Allen piped in was,  “While trampling onto a soggy trichobezoar (hairball) could be highly shocking and disgusting, to annoy their hoomans cats prefurr to  make loud, purrturbing noises and jump all over them at two AM insisting they are hungry.” He added, “It really takes a motivated and patient hooman who, in the middle of the night will say “no” to their apparently “starving” kitty and place a pillow over their head, turn over and go back to sleep. You see, with purrsistence, hoomans will ultimately put an end to this behavior- darn it.”

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Mr. Aki couldn’t resist putting in his two cents as well. He said,  “Hoomans must learn that felines crave attention, and if we don’t get enough of it, the only way we can convey our feelings is to jump into the middle of your newspaper, step all over your computer keyboard, and find other creative ways to interrupt whatever you’re doing. It’s not being naughty as some hoomans  might interpret our behavior; it is the only way we can communicate our needs.”

However, both cats highly agreed with Ms. Zulie’s article which humorously describes hoomans who choose to and open up to be owned by kitties. They will surrender into a very special and unique relationship that entails falling in love with them, cherishing and caring for them, and even spoiling them because that is what all cats truly deserve.

So if you are thinking about “getting a cat”, you now have a preview of the amazingly powerful journey upon which you will embark upon. This journey is never long enough so you must enjoy every moment.

Still gonna “get a kitty” or do you already have one or more? Tell us a little about your journey into the world of cats.

The Grinch who Stole Thanksgiving: No Thanksgiving fixings for us!

Sharing Thanksgiving bounty with friends has been an annual ritual at our house. The tantalizing aroma of turkey roasting in the oven, coupled with the scent of the candied sweet potatoes baking, and the extra stuffing along with scrumptious apple pie is something to which we look forward at this time of the year.  Apparently, however, “The Grinch who Stole Christmas” decided that Thanksgiving was the time to pay us an unexpected visit and he stole ourThanksgiving right from under our anticipatory noses.

Not only did he dishearten my husband and me, but by doing his dirty work, the Grinch did a super job of disappointing both our kitties. Aki and Edgar Allen Poe were both counting on enjoying their special treats: pieces of luscious, juicy turkey, and to indulge their favorite treat; gnawing on a delightful chunk of raw turkey neck.

A few days ago we suspected that something within our refrigerator was amiss.  The carefully wrapped items in the fridge stored in containers or wrapped up tightly began to feel warmer than they should have. Additionally, the frozen food in the freezer section began to feel softer than normal, warning us that things were starting to thaw. We quickly lowered the refrigerator and freezer temperatures; but alas to no avail.  All the contents in our big, beautiful refrigerator were slowly turning into a soggy mush. 

We phoned our repair company immediately, but the Grinch had already foiled a timely technician service call.  It wouldn’t be available for five more days. Making it even worse was when the technician finally did arrive he only gave the sleeping refrigerator a perfunctory exam. Thanks to the Grinch, the technician was unable to assure us that the parts were even in stock which was necessary to get the darned thing awakened.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aki gazed up at me, and with a quizzical expression on his face asked, “Is it true that Thanksgiving is passing us by this year?” Trying to console him, I explained that we had to wait for the parts. Aki retorted, “He mustn’t really give a darn, ‘cause he woulda had them already and brought them back to replace the broken piece. When he returns, I might just bite his ankle,  and if I find the Grinch, he better watch out!  I guess cats just ain’t that important.” He then uttered a huge sigh.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But what broke my heart into pieces was when I found Edgar Allen Poe crouched down on the coffee table, sobbing. He first mewed at me very softly and then, choking back his tears, he uttered, “I am so sorry about this mommy Cat.  If it helps, I will gladly give you and Daddy Cat a can of my turkey cat food.”   Poe’s generous offer touched me deeply.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Even though the Grinch stole our Thanksgiving, we feel so blessed with two loving kitties that we adore and who greatly return our feelings. Although there will be no roast turkey on our dining table this year, we have much to be thankful for.  

Aki, Edgar Allen Poe, Marty and I wish you and your kitties a blessed Thanksgiving Day.

Letting cats be cats: That’s my mission!

Much to my chagrin the other day,  I was suddenly besieged with a nagging thought rattling my brain; one that troubled me immensely. This disturbing realization hit me like a ton of bricks and got me wondering if I might be somehow be upsetting our kitties.

Just like any other passionate kitty lover, I adore hanging out with our cats. I get an inordinate amount of pleasure watching them as they eagerly devour their food and spending time playing with them; marveling at their silly antics. But at the same time, it’s possible that I  often tend to overly worry about them. I can’t even begin fathoming what life would be like without having a couple of highly intelligent, curious felines to love and dote upon.

Now please don’t take me wrong.  Aki and Poe are both very happy with the attention I give them. But at the same time, it feels to me that recently they have been giving me signs that give me a feeling that there are times when they just want to be left alone do their “cat things: (whatever that means). And since I don’t want them to think that I am imposing on them, I felt compelled to ask them how I could be more sensitive to their needs.

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Poe looked up at me compassionately, reminding me that although he has been living with us for over three years, that he still considers himself “feral”. Purring very softly he said, “Although I enjoy your company, there are times when hanging out in the cat tree to just observe my surroundings and get away from that bratty Aki is just what I need. So whenever you see me hanging out high in my safe and secure tunnel, just know I am happy and content.”  I promised that I would do my best to honor his request.

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I assume that Aki was eavesdropping on my conversation with Poe because he suddenly chimed in, whispering, “Playing with you is so much fun, and I adore snuggling with you. But since my curiosity is unquenchable, when something suddenly captures my attention, whatever caught my eye must immediately be investigated. Get it? “

Letting cats do their “cat things” is so crucial for our felines. It is what makes them so special and allows them to be who they truly are.

While I know this feline “rule” in my heart, nevertheless I am extremely curious if I am alone with my concern?  Has anyone else ever wondered if they have inadvertently upset their kitties?  If you have ever shared my concern, please leave me a reassuring comment.

Searching for meaning on Halloween

I don’t quite understand why our cats could actually be “searching for meaning”. Yet when we started this blog so long ago,  all three kitties were quite adamant about its theme: since they were in agreement that all life has meaning and every sentient being has a purpose.

Being able to exist in harmony with the universe is a lofty goal; especially today.   Presently, we are living in a very stressful and chaotic period of time. Cats are extremely sensitive to their surroundings and our moods which greatly affect them.  So perhaps my questioning is actually naive about why they were so insistent about its theme. Maybe it’s possible that they are really curious about why and how we react to certain things that they are compelled to understand.

To be perfectly honest (and I don’t want to offend anyone), celebrating Halloween is not on my top-ten hit parade. I find having to offer children candy in order to avoid a “trick” is both blackmail and quite annoying.  It is very disturbing to me to either have to confine the cats in a room, or compelled to watch them like a hawk every time the doorbell rings in order to prevent them from escaping out the door and into the street.

And having to find creative ways to hide the candy that the children demand we dole out to them to prevent the cats from trying to steal sweet alluring “shiny objects” actually gives me the willies.  At least I was comforted by Aki’s reaction to the onslaught of petite goblins and ghouls.

Aki actually concurred with my  Halloween aversion even though he couldn’t completely grasp what this “holiday” was all about. Last night as we were snuggling under a blanket in between knocks on the door, he was quite perturbed. He said, “It bothers me when you constantly get up to greet those little brats. It is very disturbing. I should be the center of attention here; after all, I gave up hunting for bugs to keep you warm.”  Akiface

So was this his search for the meaning of love by “sacrificing “something he preferred, out of his love?

Even Edgar Allen Poe was disgruntled. Since the evening was passing by rapidly and feeding time was delayed, he turned to me, looking up at me with his piercing eyes and loudly uttered, “Feed me, or else I will surely starve, and quickly turn into just skin and bones.”  I wonder what the meaning Edgar Allen Poe might have been exploring. Hopefully, more will be revealed in the near future.IMG_0787

Are your cats searching for “meaning”? Or are our cats in the minority?  And if not, do you really care?  Please share your thoughts since they will be helpful for the three of us.

We are back! Aki, Poe and Mamma Cat

We’ve been idle for over two years.  So we feel compelled to share the reasons that some folks might consider unforgivable but to be purrfectly honest so many things occurred, with Mamma Cat taking care of our brother, Sir Hubble Pinkerton, who was so very ill, tending to his needs, spending time with him, writing blogs and articles whenever she was given assignments to help pay for his amazing veterinary care; oh and there was also an awful Hurricane named Irma who disrupted all of our lives, and so many things in real life that distracted her from helping us communicate with Y’all! We are crossing our paws that we will once again be able to share what’s going on with us more regularly.

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As Y’all know, about a year ago, shortly after he celebrated his 17th birthday, Sir Hubble told Aki and me, (Edgar Allen Poe speaking ) “Mamma Cat, Daddy Cat, and the pretty lady doctor, who loved him so much that it was time for her to help him cross the Rainbow Bridge.  Mamma Cat and Daddy Cat, and the pretty lady doctor are still very sad and miss him terribly. Sir Hubble flew away peacefully; surrounded by those who loved and treasured him so deeply.

“Life has been very hectic. Aki got sick a few times, and I ate a toad and had a huge belly ache. Mamma Cat had to take ME to see the pretty lady doctor too”, says Poe. “Aki had his teeth cleaned, and Mamma Cat had to learn how to brush our teeth. I don’t like that very much, but Aki doesn’t seem to mind too much. And Mamma Cat couldn’t trim my nails because I was hissing at her and growling and even tried to bite her a few times, so she had to get Auntie Melissa to come over to help her. She still does too,’ cause I won’t let her come within an inch of my claws with those nasty nail-trimmers. IMG_0661

“Last week Aki got sick, so of course Mamma Cat was very worried about him. The lady doctor told her that Aki had to go to the hospital to get better. Aki had to stay in the hospital overnight, but in all fairness, I gotta tell you that Mamma Cat played with me and gave me lots of attention. She knew that I was worried too. I sorta like the little bratty kitty, but I will never tell him because sometimes he picks on me.”

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“I miss Sir Hubble chewing on my ears”, chimed in Aki .”Well, Y’all know how much I loved how tender he was.  And since I got so sick last week, sometimes Mamma Cat keeps following me around the house to give me yucky medicine UGH. But I am glad that we can share our lives with y’all again and we will be reminding Mamma Cat to keep our promise to those folks who followed us so long ago, and we hope that others will be looking forward to more of our stories as well!  Please stay tuned”

We are so happy and relieved to once again be back and are so excited that Aki and Edgar Allen Poe are getting creative again! We hope that reading our first come- back post was informative and entertaining. We would be ever so delighted and feel encouraged by some comments on this post welcoming us back!  Thanks so much!

Hello Again! Catch up Mews from Edgar Allen Poe, Aki and Sir Hubble Pinkerton

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We haven’t been writing for a while lately, ‘cause Mamma Cat was under the weather trying to pass some wicked kidney stones. She is slowly recovering from surgery to help get rid of them nasty, painful pebbles. But they weren’t exactly pebbles; one was a gigantic 8 mm boulder.  But enough about Mamma Cat’s medical issues; she is feeling a lot better today so decided it was time to get back to the business of letting us get back to communicating with y’all.

We were quite upset about how Mamma Cat was suffering. We spent a lot of time hanging out with her, purring loudly to help ease her pain, and taking long naps on the couch to be as close to her as possible. She really did appreciate all our efforts and told us that she didn’t know what she would have done without all the help she got from us and Poppa Cat.

This said, during our unfortunate absence, Aki also was under the weather for a while. But with our pretty lady doctor’s tender loving care he has made a remarkable recovery and is totally back to normal. We are all very happy to announce that Sir Hubble Pinkerton is doing extremely well and is once again eating like a little piggy.  The pretty lady doctor is giving him acupuncture treatments and some Chinese herbs to make his tummy feel better. He has even started showing interest in playing with toys! This made Mamma and Daddy Cat very happy, and this has definitely helped her to get better faster.

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This morning Mamma Cat was feeling so chipper that she actually was able to trim all our nails. I was, for the very first time an extremely good boy and I didn’t attempt to bite her or to kill the nail clipper. In the past I was very uncooperative with the vet techs when they trimmed my nails when they visited us so they could help Mamma Cat and Daddy Cat hydrate Sir Hubble Pinkerton with sub-Q fluids.  This morning I was so extraordinarily brave and well behaved that Mamma Cat and Daddy Cat showered me with the most delicious treats. I guess it really ain’t that bad since Daddy Cat sure appreciates it when my talons are no longer lethal weapons!  I like keeping him happy!

The other good news is that Mamma Cat and Daddy Cat finally found the purrfect recipe so they can hydrate Sir Hubble Pinkerton without his fighting them- making it almost impossible to peacefully give him his every other day treatment.  Sir Hubble Pinkerton is in stage 3 kidney failure and hydrating him helps to keep him feeling better and improves his appetite! They discovered that while he is being treated, by plying him with a plate of deli roast beef, by the time he finishes eating the treatment is done!  Everyone is now more relaxed and less anxious about the whole procedure since it only takes three minutes! The acupuncture treatments the pretty lady doctor gives him, and the Chinese herbal medicine he receives also helps him feel better! He loves his pretty lady doctor and she adores him too!

We are all very happy that we are back here sharing what is going on in our lives and we look forward to checking in more frequently.  We hope that all you kitties and your pawrents are also doing well! Thanks for visiting us! We look forward to hearing about what is going on in your lives!

Edgar Allen Poe’s warning, “Don’t eat Frog’s Legs”

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My dear feline friends!  Please heed my warning. I don’t want you to have to go through what I did this past weekend!

The other day I discovered a little green frog hopping around our living room.  I don’t know how it got there! But it certainly caught my interest.  Being the skillful hunter that you know me to be, I immediately pounced on it, captured it and killed it with dispatch. Its little legs that I quickly  devoured  were extremely yummy!

However, all I was able to eat were its legs, because Poppa Cat saw it lying in the middle of the room and he took it away from me right away.  He was kinda shocked that it was a frog since at first he thought it was just a piece of dried up wood.

Unfortunately the next morning I woke up with a major belly ache. I was throwing up all over and not at all interested in eating my breakfast. Mamma and Poppa cat started getting worried when I kept vomiting and running to the litter box.

Since I wasn’t feeling any better the following morning, without any warning, the two legged fur-less ones  grabbed me up and loaded me into a little box thingie and put me into the car and off we all went to what they called a “veterinary hospital”. I cried as loudly as possible, but no one paid any attention to my protestations.

When we arrived at the hospital a vet tech took me out of the carrier. The first thing she did was to take my temperature. It was the very first time anyone did that to me!  Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was for me to have a thermometer stuck up my butt? The next thing she did – of all unthinkable things- was to trim the sharp tips off my beautiful long pointy claws.  Oh the indignities with which a cat must put up !

But to make matters even worse, she stuck me with a needle and took blood out of my leg. Of course I fought hard with her and was generally uncooperative, but a big tall two legged hairless doctor came into the room and helped to hold me down so they could finish the job.

After they both were done with all their poking and prodding, they left the room, leaving me sitting on the cold metal table. I overheard the vet tech telling Mamma Cat that a pretty lady doctor would be soon coming in to examine me and give her the “blood work” results.

A few minutes later, a pretty lady doctor came into the room.  I must admit that she was very nice and petted me gently the entire time she was talking to Mamma and Poppa Cat. She told them that she believed that my snack of frog legs was the reason I was feeling so lousy. It seems that frogs have toxic juice on their backs!   She gave me shot of medicine to make my tummy feel better, and it worked in a few minutes. So I beg you-  please don’t play with frogs or eat them!!

I am feeling a lot better today! I guess I am sorta glad that Mamma and Poppa Cat took me to the veterinary hospital after all. But I ain’t gonna tell them! Let’s keep it our secret.

We Three Kitties must Endure Such Indignities As Revealed by Edgar Allen Poe

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Oh the indignities that we kitties must endure to keep Momma and Poppa Cat in high spirits!  While we simply adore Momma and Poppa Cat, sometimes we think that what they sometimes force upon us are totally unacceptable. I mean really!

Momma Cat spent a long time searching for us this morning. Momma Cat never gives up when she’s  on a mission! But she ultimately found us all hanging out together in Poppa Cat’s office. We were just minding our own business playing with some really cool toys, jumping around, chasing each other; having a simply marvelous time. We had just finished our breakfast and were contented. with full bellies. We were definitely in the mood to  start wreaking some havoc!

However, Momma cat had other plans for us. She approached us rather sneakily with that certain  glint in her eyes- a look that warned us that something was up and that “something”, (whatever it turned out to be), would not be at all pleasing to us.

When she gets that look on her face it generally means that whatever is on her mind is something in which we would rather not be involved. It could mean having to have a bath, or being forced to swallow some nasty tasting Omega 3 fish oil that she totally believes is very good for us!  If she was really cared about how we feel, she would have first tasted that stuff so she would understood and appreciate the sacrifices we make in order to make her happy.

Now we don’t mind it a bit when she brushes our teeth. We must give credit however because before she introduced us to this important kitty chore she thoroughly explained to us why it is necessary since it helps keep our “pearly whites” healthy. We don’t mind it a bit when she grooms us; in fact we think it is rather nifty since when she grooms us, it gets rid of all that loose fur and it helps prevents us from hacking up those yucky hair balls that she often steps in late at night.

But this morning was quite another story.  As she was walking toward me I saw the nail clipper she was trying to hide in her hand. I wasn’t fooled  ’cause I  spotted the handles.  I hate having my claws trimmed. I love my little daggers! They are very helpful in dealing with any kind of emergency that might arise .

Momma Cat has often attempted to trim my nails. But I learned that a few growls and a couple of hisses, and biting at the clippers is enough to make beat a hasty retreat. However,today she had Poppa Cat there to help her. He held me tightly so I couldn’t escape and the growls and hisses fell on deaf ears. Now my daggers are dulled… and I am furious.

At least I wasn’t the only one to have to put up with this indignity. She also clipped off Aki’s and Sir Hubble Pinkerton’s daggers. Unfortunately, I guess we now can look forward to regular nail trims since Momma and Poppa Cat learned that teamwork pays off.

What types of indignities do your pawrents subject you to and how do you deal with them? Please tell us in a comment so we can change our strategies.