Lyme's Disease

Sorry that me & Shane Ladd & Thomas & Thomasina & Aurora have been off. We do have more than one typist or mostly do, but both of me & Shane's people have been ill. Our main memory keeper has Lyme's Disease -- has had it for longer than he has had the newer dogs & cats (which aren't on here) & thankfully they do NOT have it. He was suffering with swollen feet & legs & thought it was his blood pressure & all kinds of other things, but no it's Lyme's. Our other person has been ill too, quite physically ill. We will be back soon. Our human typist or meower just hasn't been up to sitting at the computer or even sitting up long enough to use a laptop. Other typists of cats & dogs on our pages have also been ill or have been victims of misfortune or in a couple of cases just too busy to go online with work & everyday life. Will meow again soon.
Shaun the Great

No, Shane Ladd! I'm Nemo! Friendly Nemo Rivalry

Had just a great time at the pool party being Nemo for the entire time & swimming around underwater & having other cats who were nice feed me tidbits of food & bring drinks of ice cream soda, etc. Had some most cat fabulous shrimp appetizers & lobster & salmon both of those grilled. Shane & I played a game of twin Nemo fish not quite identical twins swimming around & nibbling at toes & feet dangling in the water & swimming with the dolphin that Mouser brought to the party. Yeah our humans aren’t quite ready for us to be HuCats either Mouser although you did get to be one in character as The Terminator but then again that’s actually part machine isn’t it, cyborg like so… I’ve been Buzz Light Year & now Nemo but not a HuCat not yet and so you were almost a HuCat or maybe in part again in your scuba diving suit with the dolphins Mouser & really enjoyed swimming with the dolphins & playing with the Mermaid cat that lovely Tuxedo girlfriend angel cat of Dandelion Wine's & having that that other Russian Blue Grey Lady aka Lady Jane Grey dive into the water & bring me fish (ha! Ha! Ha! ha! bringing a fish some fish to eat but then again fish do eat other fish hopefully not their own kind though... ) Might be Nemo again me & Shane if we get to go to the Fancypants Café pool party for Reba’s second birthday tonight but we will have to wait and see. Hello kids in the family! I was Nemo & Shane was Nemo for the birthday bash for Emma & Beckham @ Kitthaven Estates last night! We had such fun swimming around together so maybe we will have fun again this week playing the cartoon character games like last week. Haven’t even gotten to meow about all of last week yet, but it was such fun like old times when we had our human kids furless children and played! Sigh. Well just woke up from my angel nap when my typist meower meow translator needed a glass of water or bottled water these days not in mine but in these modern times we’re in…. need to go check on things at the Bridge & catch a little moonlight and star shine and will be back down later today to meow again.
Until I meow again, Shaun the Great aka Nemo Found! The Great!

Hi, I'm Buzz LightYear from Toy Story!

Just needed to appeal to current kids in the family & although that movie is not totally current it's still one some of them like & some of our adults enjoyed too, Mother, Father, Grandmother, Grandfather now. Also, Shane & I have agreed that we haven't gotten to wear our cartoon characters long enough so we will be leaving our photos up as first for at least a few days. We enjoy being cartoon characters! Finally, yes we are going to the Kitthaven Birthday Bash for Beckham next weekend, but no we will not be wearing swimsuits. Most seem to be in agreement that their angel cats will not appear in swimsuits at all. Just something odd about swimsuits & angels that smacks of modern day lingerie ads & Victoria's Secret & in our day somehow Frederick's of Hollywood. Yes, even though we're male cats & that's the other reason -- skimpy swim wear even for males. We will also not be in shorts. We might appear as people cats but we're hoping to find some nice animals or the suggestion was maybe scuba gear or non swimsuit swimming with the dolphins or I am NOT going as a MerCat oh no, no, no! Saw those photos on your page Thomasina & your family members! Oh no not even if there is a MerMan. Oh no, I'm a male cat! Forget that one. Look at your photos for ideas indeed! Swimsuits & MerCat Mermaids! Dolphins is good. Liked Takoda Crow's surfing photo but that's the other thing: all those body builder muscles on all the cats in their photos for swim parties! We read through one right after and what's all that muscle about? Hey!

Cartoon characters from Kimi's is a possibility again if we can find some good ones or animals or liked Takoda Crow's shark tank & the aquariums on some of the other pictures but as we look at some other cats pages MEOW! Whoa! What are those skimpy female swimsuits all about too?! Whoa! Thongs suits for men though thank the cats that there are no back views but from the front you just know that's what that is! Hey! If your cat were a person cat, a cat human would you really let them go out dressed that way? I think not for many of you! My how times have changed! Really sexy poses too! I'm not a swimsuit model cat so no, oh no, oh no! Un Uh no way! Not talking about your pages so much Takoda Crow but some of those cats and those short shorts too! Wow Meow! Our humans will look through the Kimi's and get some ideas too, just browse through & that worked before for the party! I mean just look at this great wonderful Buzz LightYear photo of my and the great Marvin the Martian one of Shane! Absolutely furtastic if I do say so myself and I do! Thanks humans that did our Kimi's for doing such a great job although yes, might not have taken a fantastic amount of work to make us look this good! After all we were not only warm & fur-iendly guys but we were, but of course, Himalayans who are just strikingly handsome by nature! Hey, I think Buzz LightYear is rubbing off on me a bit here! Well, Shane wants his diary time too so better get off this computer thingy & let him have some fun mreowing & cat yowling for awhile.
Star Command? Buzz LightYear out! aka Shaun

Bolo Paddles & Spinning Tops

Oh boy oh boy oh my cat have I got some bones to pick with you Shane! Oh yes you were real because you got me in trouble sometimes and one of those times was Bolo Paddles because you had this way of stealing the entire elastic and ball and running away with it and bouncing it around and taking it back to the boy's room and holding on to it with your paw and knocking the ball around in circles and then acting like a dog when the boy came after you and running around with it in your mouth. I got BLAMED! You ran up one day while Thomas and I were having a nice peaceful siesta in the warm sunbeams on the wooden floor in the room and did like you always did and grabbed that elastic and ball and took off! Why were they fooled when you were bigger than me? Because it took you so long to recover from being poisoned and while I was little I grew much faster than you had and you grew slowly and took you awhile to catch up on your growth so I was almost your size for awhile. So cat running up and batting that ball on the sofa where he liked to stand and play with the Bolo paddle and you couldn't stand it could you? He was playing with the Bolo paddle without you! So you went up and played for a little while and I heard him calling you Shaun so I roused myself from sleep to see what was going on and there you were far away from me the figment of my cat imagination or a ghost cat batting that ball and making it move and he was laughing and saying Shaun I had forgotten that you did that! Uh, that's because I didn't do it not the way you did and then you grabbed that ball and headed back to where I was and here he comes laughing until I didn't have the ball and he was just fussing at me. Okay, Shaun that's enough give me the ball & string back! Huh? Me?! I don't have it? Do you see me standing here with sand in my eyes from sleep? Always did have sand when I awakened or often did. No, I don't have it and he was just fussing and looking under the bed and then there you went running by me ball and elastic string in your mouth straight into the sister's room so I tried to give him a clue but he was just fussing about he had already replaced the Bolo paddle once that week and wouldn't be able to go even to get another one so soon unless he walked and then he would have to sneak and just on & on & on like he was his Mother nagging to clean the room which just got on our cat nerves! Finally, oh finally as my cat ears were ringing from all that fuss fuss fuss like he was some bird chattering outside the window he went into the sister's room and there you were on the bed and she was nowhere to be found but he said I might have known and he started calling his sister's name but she was outside! Yeah she took it and ran! Caused a fight later because he switched Bolo paddles with her and her Mother was outside with her but he kept insisting that she got it when I know he had to have seen Shane on the bed with that elastic in his mouth... But he didn't much care to admit he believed in ghosts and maybe then he hadn't just yet figured out that what he was seeing was real!

I'll save the spinning tops for another time! congratulations Thomas on being Diary of the Day yesterday! Great going my friend!
Watching the Yo Yo's, Shaun from the Bridge

Shaun the Great & Photos

Okay that explains why Dad got so very mad when his son played that song and when they started going on about Chains of Love and Chain of Fools with Aretha Franklin and didn't want it played Shane! Dad would come knocking on the door all angry and mad and saying to turn down the music it was too loud and to stop it to stop the dancing and Mother would say but we don't believe in that religious ban on dancing which never made a whole lot of sense to me and he would say you know what I mean stop this pretense! It won't change things, but Dad was in on the deception so why? I slept in the boy's room with Thomas and he really warmed up to me was happy to have a companion so when I crossed the Bridge what were you to him? He was a cat so did he deceive himself into believing you were me or was it just that you played with us sometimes? I was starting to believe on back that I was a crazy cat playing with a ghost as they would look directly at you and call you Shaun, so I thought to the mirror and thought am I seeing some sort of mirror in the air and is this my reflection? Am I chasing my own tail here? But yet I was also "the great" and so I was "Shaun the Great" but Thomas was also the great though usually "Great Hunter" so a little different. Two of us.

When they looked at photos they had taken too, sometimes they would say to hide them from Dad and you know they blamed him with your death because he force fed you and they said he was being cruel and he said if I don't force feed him then he will die because he is starving to death and then, of course, the vet finally knew it was poisoning quite scary. That was brought up and I was like what the blinkety blink? Have I been force fed, but I was ill and they would coax me into eating mashing up food and putting it in the blender and they bought a new blender at first just to chop up and puree food for me and it would be no force feeding like you did to him before and he would just stalk off and say okay then you get him to eat. At first they thought I was being poisoned but no I had a kidney disease and I had a separate disease from the conditions at my breeder's and I would start getting over one and the other one would take over start getting better of it and then vicious cycle.

The photos though, the photos -- a third tail sticking out from under the bed or two more legs and they would count and insist that it was one of us or that the photo doubled when it didn't -- doubled in parts? Then sometimes there was a pale image of you near my image in back of us in the glass and they would try to figure out where you were sitting because it would be my back but your face in the glass and you weren't outside the window and they would trace it and you were right there on the bed behind whoever was taking the photo or up on the closet shelf and I know the son must have known, just know it because he would leave the door cracked open a little so that you could get in and out and Mother would go on about it was like another cat was there the way we ate and the way we used the litter box. Yes, there was wasn't there Shane? I didn't imagine you oh no you were really there and we weren't playing with a ghost but it was just you didn't know who to trust and you hated the father Dad just couldn't stand him and hated the others for allowing what happened to you to happen but you learned to trust him again your boy didn't you or to trust him enough? Yes, you did and that must have made the blow of my death a little easier on him and on Thomas but not on anyone else in the house. Dad was especially bitter about it and no, never another Himalayan in his house, but you know what? We are great cats even if you have us for just a little while and things have gotten better! Just choose a good breeder and give us a chance especially if you need just a great companion for another cat because we are wonderful guys, just great cats -- the females are good too, but think about one of us males.
Shaun the Great from the stairs

But Did You Die?

ConCats on being a Daily Diary Pick Shane my family member and now for the question of the day: Did you die? Truly? Here's the problem and why they wouldn't accept my death even though they saw my furry warm body & maybe that's part of it, took me awhile to lose that warmth but I was a warm friendly guy and just wasn't ready to leave & Mother was so horrified just couldn't believe I was gone just like that, but did you die when they thought you did? You see, I had a warmer fur tone than yours a tan with chocolate to it rather than the whiter with black that you had though when I was a small kitten I looked much like you but my fur was slowly changing. Mother would clean & clean cat fur and would get almost hysterical at times saying I cleaned up the old fur and she would come over and compare it to mine and it would be too pale for me. Then there's the fact that when your ghost was first seen and for a long while you were a small cat but then your ghost changed and slowly started getting bigger, so when exactly did you die Shane? I would leave too my friend, would just take off if someone was poisoning me, would go after trying to explain didn't work. They wouldn't allow me Mother & the kids wouldn't, to be force fed the times I wouldn't eat but would patiently work with me & keep trying to feed me because Dad had to force feed you & this act just traumatized the children because you were so resistant to being fed and so upset them that Dad felt his life was threatened if he force fed me. He could see & feel the daggers & knives flying at him from their eyes. Also sometimes as I got bigger I would come out of hiding from playing and the boy would just stare and that's because I wasn't out of hiding, was still playing hide and seek with the kids. Was it you who hid under the table in Mother's lap to be petted, craving that attention and then you wouldn't let her pick you up and pull you out? Shane you may have lived like a ghost cat but you didn't die not then & I just lured you out, you who didn't like cats at all, I lured you out did what Thomas would not do and you saw one of your appearance one of your kind and you came out to play. When did you die Shane? Many years later probably and then I was a ghost cat but everyone was fine just so used to seeing the ghost cat or most were that it was okay or it was for awhile. I know it hurt to be forgotten Shane to be put away like outgrown toys in the toy box because it hurt me, so welcome to Catster & to having your own diary on our pages Shane from Shaunessy your brother cat not from the same litter for certainly your breeders were much better people than mine.
From the stairs where the slinky still plays, Shaunessy (Shaun)

Catnip Mice!!!!

Our love of catnip mice convinced our people that maybe just maybe catnip should be outlawed for cats because it was perhaps some sort of cat drug like “rabbit weed” that people sometimes smoked or (clears throat) other smokable substances, oh yes. No my people never smoked illicit substances but they were just shocked at how addicted me and Thomas seemed to be to catnip and at what yowling fits we had when they tried to take away our various catnip toys such as catnip balls & catnip mice. The balls we played with for awhile before finally tearing them to pieces and we would sniff & sniff the balls and then roll them around and sniff and sniff some more and then go crazy and literally, quite literally bounce off the walls and chase each other in circles around the room and do goofy things like hang half off the bed and bat at hallucinatory things in the air in front of us like invisible bugs, imaginary mice, pretend birds and we would also chase things that no one could see. Our humans weren’t sure that we should have so much catnip and made us cut back and we acted like we were going through withdrawal and could be really grouchy cats. In later years the cats around our house really didn’t much get the catnip toys due to our reactions to the substance! Sometimes we went into slow motion batting the balls around too and we would move really slow and bat the ball slowly to each other and sometimes we had to chase it because it would still sail right past one or the other of us meaning me or Thomas.

Catnip mice, however, were different and while sometimes we kept the catnip balls for days or even a week or more before we began shredding it to pieces and eating the catnip inside (and our people weren’t sure really that it was good for us to eat the catnip), we played with the catnip mice for all of a night and sometimes two before they were history and we would rip them to shreds and go back over and over again to eat the catnip inside. Made us very thirsty that catnip and so we had to have water in our bowls and for me I liked to drink from the faucet so it had to be left at a little flow or drip the nights we had catnip mice. Then our people decided we liked catnip entirely too much and that maybe it wasn’t a good thing that we had our claws into the bedspread and were hanging from it like we were cliff hangers or rock climbing for long minutes at a time or that we raced frenetically up and down the hall and up and down the stairs over and over again for hours after imbibing cat nip, so we were slowly cut off. Boy did we miss our catnip too. Mother did buy some catnip plants and grow them for us, but we had a tendency to chew those down too fast and to pull up the roots so even that stopped after awhile. The catnips times, though, were good while they lasted. Here’s hoping you earth bound cats get just enough cat nip to make you happy!
Chasing the Slinky in my cloud dreams, Shaun

The Lost Boys….

Skipping Back & Forth, yes, but that’s the only way to do it without causing too much pain. My death did pain my people as I’ve said before my Mom, my Dad, the children -- and Thomas. Sigh. They all so missed me and I wouldn’t have had it that way, would have stayed around if I could have. When I died, when I died…. Mom had just had me out in a box out on the car soaking up some sunrays and so she couldn’t bear to believe that I died couldn't bear to believe it herself because I had been such a warm cat, so friendly, so playful, so full of life, so much fun, such a good friend to Thomas, a warm fuzzy guy who would have grown up to be a very contented somewhat overweight cat. Just would have. Himalayan & I seriously hope that I cause you to want, to desire with all your heart a Himalayan because we’re just great cats. Mom couldn’t bear to tell the kids that I was gone & she did tell them yet she didn’t. Her son was so upset with her story but he varied it into his own and on that one later or another time, but she told a sort of Lost Boys story about me. Why I didn’t die in my sleep against her on the bed & didn’t go out in that box on the car with the high sides and the very soft towels and blanket and old silky soft robe inside and cushion in the box. These cats came for me, not exactly feral but cats that wanted to fly up into the skies, the night skies like yes, just like Peter Pan. The daughter was very young and accepted fully that I was not dead that the call of flying in the night skies had tempted me away and the lure of a band of cats that never wanted to grow up that had reached a stage where they knew being a kitten albeit an older one forever would be just purr-fect! I had run away to the cat form of Never Land. Of course the little girl worried about the alligator with the clock and Captain Hook getting me, but I was like some cross between a swashbuckler cat not quite a pirate and Peter Pan himself Shaun the Great away with the Cat Lost Boys.

Now the little boy was old enough to know that he shouldn’t believe in any sort of fairy tales and that he should be told the truth but I slept in his room with Thomas and my litter box was there and I was so warm and full of life up until my last week really that it was hard to believe that I was ill, very sick and might die at any time of some mysterious incurable cat disease so he half bought it. Why I had revived -- wait maybe someone stole Shaun and they should look for him -- no, they wouldn’t find me because I had run away and joined the Bobcats in the area the wild feral cats because I wasn’t really a house cat had always desired the outside life and I had run away to a nearby cave where the ferals and the wild things hung out. I was still alive. Wasn’t my cat spirit or memories that they were seeing but rather me running free and just taking a quick run through the house for a visit. Dad said the kids were owed the truth and that they needed to accept death. Mom said that they couldn’t. Thomas tried to grow surly and aloof, a friend gone and he was all alone again but … he was mega petted and ultra loved because all needed comfort on my loss and that’s why it hurt when my memory was finally put away and tears barely cried and I was so lost forever in a fairy tale and then it was like I didn’t ever exist at all and no one ever talked about me. To do so was forbidden and the very memories were shuttered against me, but for awhile it was fun to live on with The Lost Boys and in Mother’s tales of me and those will live on and be told in these entries, where Mother said I was and what Mother said I was doing until Dad very upset and angry one day put his foot down and demanded that everyone move out of the clouds and out of their fantasy world and remember that I was gone! Mom tried to explain that she could say I was dead and that I was an angel cat and Dad said no I was gone and that was that and no one but no one was ever to speak of Shaun the Great again! That hurt! And it hurt Thomas as it was almost as if he could see the air pictures the images spun by Mom and added to by the kids of my great adventures --- and again those adventures will be again told eventually in these entries although it will be like pulling a tooth in a way to force them up and out again. Worth it though because I truly was such a great cat and so very loved and I need to be remembered so remember me you will those who knew me….
Until next time, Shaun the Great one of the Lost Boys....

Those Who Meow For Me....

More than one... a friend of the family who is 50's / 60's now more than one supplies memories and meows. One or both of the children who have been adults for many years. Dad supplies memories. The spirits of the air who hold the memories there for you to grab. (you figure that one out) On a limited basis Mom. Still hard for her to remember me & talk about me still & yet. Should say the adoptive children as they were blessed with birth children too! Maybe you've figured that one out from Aurora's entries but all of that won't be covered here and it's one reason our pages remain without names. Maybe one day that will be possible but for now that's utterly impossible! Spirit of place -- the very memories stored in the walls of a house a home. More spiritual than I seem to you? Sigh. I was such a loved cat.... Wish I could come back in physical form and do it differently and live longer and have much more to say of my physical life than I will. Anyway as questions have come up, that's who. Do we all have the same meowers? Probably not....
Shaun from the Night Skies

Memories: I'm Remembered!!!!

Know that I'm remembered now and you now know what a great cat I was! Admit it! Yes, I was a great cat! Why, oh why did you ever forget me? How could you ever forget me, Shaun the perfect companion friend male cat for Thomas the Siamese? Am I not great in your eyes again? Remembered and loved? You know us angel cats still love you and it hurts to be forgotten and not loved any more to be dust covered like some forgotten toy... That's just the way you deal with the pain of loss sometimes with Dad saying I don't want to discuss it and swallowing hard bitter over the loss of me and hating all cat breeders and worse saying he knew he should have taken me back. No, he shouldn't have because I knew love. I knew admiration. I had a fellow cat that thought I was just the greatest thing -- and I was. I had a Mom who loved me and a Dad and two kids who just adored me and I would have measured up to Thomas because I already did in all of your eyes. Don't ever underestimate love and the great joy that you gave me and that I gave you on earth and I am happy that you grieved for me and that Thomas did because I knew I was missed and greatly loved or you wouldn't have cried for me and those tears help send off the dead to a better place because your tears aren't just for you, they're also for the dead and always remember that one. We're still here animal and human at least for awhile. Takes time to get to the other side and stay there.

Would you have had me stay at the breeders? Remember that was why you didn't send me back because all of you discussed it while I held my breath hoping you wouldn't, and you decided that was the terrible place and that my last days on earth would be hellish and horrible and there would be no love, just someone trying to make a profit off of us cats us kittens who maybe wouldn't even take me to the vet when the proper time came, wouldn't try to heal me at all, wouldn't even give me that chance to live. I did have more months with you, more time than I ever would have had there. I lived and I knew such love and so did you from this little cat who still & yet kept growing and gave you hope that I might live. Aren't you happy now that you gave me that love, that chance? I almost made it too, almost but the disease had taken hold when I was far too young and my immune system just never had the time or the hold to develop fully enough to fight it, but the vet helped and the meds helped and your love certainly helped and my playtime with Thomas helped. Always remember that you gave me love so I knew something wonderful a loving home where people cared whether I lived or died. Never underestimate the power of love, that bond between human and cat and between cat and cat.

Okay enough tears. You know me. I was never sad for long. I was always the warm open friendly guy, the great Himalayan cat who was almost always happy and rarely aloof, always wanted to be part of whatever you were doing. In that way I was different from Thomas who was content to observe from a distance many a time and hide and watch. No, I needed to be out in the open vocalizing, meowing, half yowling to let you know I was there. I liked to cuddle and that did make Thomas into a friendlier more socialable guy as long as I was around because he got jealous, yes cat jealous and suddenly had the great need to come out and be petted and to sit in laps too, two cats content in their people's laps or at Dad's stinky feet! So many of us cats loved that sock perfume.

Intended to write about our cruise to Spain but I'll hit that one next time because I just needed to yowl and meow to let you know that I know you remember me now. Grateful for what months we had together and maybe you are now too. Seems like somehow now time shifted to allow me a longer time with you doesn't it? No, just somehow as said before, pain and grief just distort time and at times make things seem worse than they were even and magnify things so that our time together seemed much shorter than it was. You just missed me.
Watching over you still, Shaun

!!!!! THANKS!!!!! I have a rosette my very first rosette! It's a great heart from some great cats with a "just because" message and that's just my kind of rosette! So thanks to you loving memory morris 3-4-09, Patches, Ebony, Little Miss, Coda, and more and will have to visit your pages real soon to find out who the and more are! Thanks!

Thanks Catster and Catster cat too for my blue star and my fireworks! Always great to get rosettes -- and to give them too but the dogs are trying to hog all of ours right now. Will have to fix that situation! and soon!