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January 31st 2012 12:51 pm
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Ok Furs,
I have to say many of you know, I'm a pretty mellow guy. Give me some chicken, a nip beer, a comfortable couch back, and hey, I'm set.

So when I read in a Catster Forum about a kitty being 'housetrained' and the poster adopting a kitten from outside and then dumping it outside because it's 'too annoying'....

Poster: You have earned yourself The Orange Ruffy Hiss Award, given to someone who has truly earned my displeasure.

I mean, come on? I sometimes think that people...not cats...not even cats in the forums to get a response. I mean, come on, what gives?

Anyone who'd dump a kitten outside sure don't belong on Catster.

Anyone else read that particular post? River, Gump, Nuk, Alexander, Gleek, Moe, anyone?

It's enough to make me empty my anal glands,



a little story I liked because it's about a bird....Sorry- Tabbies of Trout-town!

February 1st 2012 7:16 am
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A story:
(Not mine, just repeating it from a mackarel tabby friend)

One day there was a stubborn little bird. He was a lazy sort (you agree, Tabbies?) and when the rest of the birds were getting together and starting their migration to warm southern climates for the winter he stayed put and puttered around til one day he looked up at the sky and realized it was about to snow!
Well, he started to fly, but before long he realized his folly! It was very very cold and it began to snow and sleet and pretty soon, his little wings covered with ice, he fell down into a field, nearly frozen and covered in snow and ice. He thought this was 'the end' and sighed and gave himself up to fate.

Well, he wasn't alone. Despite the snow and ice there were cows in the field, making a meal of cold grass and scraping away the ice with their noses. One came quite close and dropped a pile of hot manure right onto the little bird.

Well, the steaming manure soon had wonderful results. Despite it's stinkiness, it was quite pleasantly warm and soon began to bring the little bird out of his deep chill. He was now feeling warm, and very pleasant. In his euphoria, he began to sing.

As luck would have it a very hungry cat was slinking across the snowy landscape, wondering how he would find anything to eat in this storm. Anything he could catch was probably holed up somewhere! But then suddenly he heard the bird singing, scraped away the snow and manure and promptly swallowed him!

The moral of this story:

Not all who get you into poop are your enemy.
Not all who get you out of poop are your friend.

.....and if you're happy in your pile of poop sometimes it's better to just keep your mouth shut! :)

I hope everyone enjoyed this little passed along story. I specially liked the part about the cat!



Back on the soapbox....and after this, I'm heading out to- the Bar...who's with me?

February 1st 2012 10:10 am
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Dear Furs,
If you want to get really and truly PO'ed, then please read the above kitty's diary.
Alfie....tiny angel dreamboat, why do you do this? You do it, becuase it's RIGHT! I didn't want to read it, but I did. Becuase I'm a big orange nosy cat with my nose always poking somewhere like the fridge (got any chicken?)

But this is something that made me really angry to the bottom of my paw pads.

The lovely cat mommy fostered tiny kittens. When they were 8 weeks and ready to go up for adoption, she returned them to the shelter....and they were KILLED THAT DAY!

Now, the reason our Mommy took in the kitty that's fostering with us is so that the Kitty didn't wind up in New Yorks own infamous Center for Animal Care and Control.

The sad truth is...until we can make this a NO KILL NATION this sort of place will exist. How do we work to change it, well, I could start to tell you, but if you go to no kill advocacy and google it, you'll get some ideas...but that is a different story.

This human is in pain. How terrible for her to reach out and try to help, and have this happen.

A shelter needs to be honest. If kittens being returned from fostering are going to be euthanized, why take them back? There are rescues that will foster. (I know, for our Foster goes to her 'day outs' for this reason-the group is a small, home based 'rescue')

I have a terrible feeling the Human Foster Mom didn't know...that it wasn't disclosed. This in and of itself is incredbily terrible! I am sure, after having fostered these babies, she would have made sure they got to somewhere they stood a chance!

Can we all, as a Catster Community, Reach Out to her! Can we all stand behind her if she chooses to do something about it! When you see these tiny little fur faces on her page, you will know why I say this!

I am asking for someone to please let Silvos Mom....Big Harry's Mom...know this. She did so much with her own area for her angel baby.

Now, I need a nip beer. Who's with me?



Welcome Pumkin Latte

February 3rd 2012 6:18 am
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From yesterday....Mommy couldn't post it because of 'fleas'.

Today.... I sit by my's open and screened. After awhile I move to the back of the loveseat, and I begin the low rumble of a purr....and with Mommy this morning, watch two ground hogs in two different states emerge from their says we will have an early spring....the other that we will have 6 more weeks of winter....
And I know that coming in from the cold means this freedom to Be Cat in the best of imitate Bast as she is curled in statue form on the small altar, her purr audible only to my ears...
And I look at another Catster Profile of a small orange Tabby with eyes that could have been mine so long ago...a fur still between worlds, not quite in from the cold, but not fending for himself, either.
And I stretch out a paw across the distance, and I say 'welcome' Pumpkin Latte, for you remind me of myself when young, wanting to be loved, and cautious at the time time. I remember meeting Daddy, wanting so to trust, to believe that someone could love me and want to take care of me, and at the same time wondering when this would end.
But as I sit here, in a warm home, with food before me at meal time, and I look curiously at the small, furry form of the BUB as she plays, I know that I am lucky. I am Home, with my people, with my Furs, and indeed within myself.
Here, as I write, I have found friends and met others who have come in from the cold, who have reached out a paw, and who have rumbled purrs in welcome. I have felt the berift feeling as a good friend bounds off to the bridge, to run behind sometimes, only to have them stop at the threshold, touch noses to mine and say 'Someday, Ruffy, you'll know why. Til then, tell my folks I send love and will guard and guide them and send them miracles...'
And we are Miracles ourselves, warm coats, lovely eyes, soothing purrs, zany antics.
I welcome you, new ones, young ones, Elderwise...and you, innocent fur with the widest eyes and most wonderous expression...Pumpkin Latte. For here, the road changes, and you...dear little cat, no longer walk alone.

Love, light and many purrs...
May your days ahead be filled with good things...


A Tribute to My Friend and Fellow Dreamboat, Tiger

February 3rd 2012 2:05 pm
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Dear Tiger,
I read your diary today with meloncholy. And yet, perhaps a tough of wonder. For as I perused your page, I saw your age. At have had a cats lifetime of days and nights with your human Mom. You've had time to love, to purr, to curl beside her and to just BE.
And we are good at Just Being. We, Felines, have the ability to make Relaxing look as though it's what we were born for.
We are...and so much more. For we are wonderous, aren't we?
I was sad-and am sad that you'll be departing for Rainbow. I haven't been there....that I recall. But I know it's beauty, I sense, as I gaze up at the sky that just now changes from a bright and cold late afternoon to the beginning of evening that Rainbow is not unknown to me, or to any feline.
I lay here on the loveseat and Alex appears, her wings softly blurred in the sun as she grooms and purrs. Gossimer, like clear butterfly wings, she comes close and touches noses. "It's ok, Ruffy. You Know. For we don't say goodbye, Ruffy....just See You Later. For aren't I here, now, to tell you this myself?"
"But Alex, why Tiger? He's such a great guy? Why do we have to go?" I felt that anguished question rise up in me as Alex absentmindly groomed her front paw.
"Ah Ruffy.....Tiger's mission here was love. He changed his mommy's life for the better, and he's done such a good job. He's completed that mission, Ruffy. He's a Dreamboat. He's a Traveller. He's on a am I, Ruffy. He's done what he came here to do and more. His mom knows's in her heart. And you know this too...for you, don't you know Ruffy, that there is more to come...?"
I looked at her and signed and she flapped her wings lazily in time with her swishing tail. "Tiger will know when the time is right. Ruffy, we are meant to be Guides and Guardians....we need to do that from both sides,, we have a certain power...and across the Bridge we have a different sort of perhaps that goes further in it's own way...we are Miracle Makers."
"Alex, more time...."
"Ruffy, it's not my's always the cat who's to cross...their Guardian Angel simply guides, Ruffy. They lend their strength and magick to the Traveller, Ruffy.....and lead. They lend a wing, so to speak. But it's always the Cats Choice. No one is forced, my friend."
She licked my ear. "And so? Does your heart hurt less?"
"I feel for his human mom. She loves him so."
"She understands Ruffy. She's an Old Soul. She knows. She's walked this path with him, her Familar. She Knows."
I couldn't find words, and maybe none were needed. I looked at Alex. "Alex....and I'll ask you....would you do it differently?"
"What, Ruffy?"
"The way you left. Your mom....she was so devestated."
Alex sat down and crossed her paws. "I.....I wouldn't hurt my mom for the world. But my time had come. I was called to-I was needed. Another moment could not go by as it was. My mortal body in that life was fading. But I was not fading. I needed to cross faster than I had hpeed to, But I knew Mother was strong.She had purpose. I knew that I had sown a seed and that she would never be parted from me...that somehow, she would understand. She was beyond grief, of course. Yet....with a nudge and a purr I sent the Spirits to her that are Finney and Lacey. She goes on do I."
She purred more loudly.
I sat and looked at her. "And how do I cope with saying hail and farewell to this friend in this space, this life?"
"You never do, Ruffy. Just 'See You Later'. And you do as you do always, you sit up and take that breath and intone your blessings, for you hold it within, the Song that Is Theirs, and you breathe it up into the Sky, so it finds it's way to the Universe and creates a Universal Purr to all that Is Goodness and Cat.....'
And she rose up on her hinds, her wings fluttering faster and a breeze was created....and I sat up as well...

"I salute you Tiger...with Power of the Warrior Cat with the brightest blaze of coat, Firecat with bright eyes and swishing tail, and with a rumbling purr. I salute you with all that I am, all that we all are, and I send you with love and Speed on your way to your next mission, your next destination, and tell you, no matter where you will always be a part of all that is US, all that is Good....for you are Cat."

Alex touched my nose...and then, with small burst of starlight, perhaps...she was gone. I watched as a tiny light rose up and dissapeared into the Universe.

And I bowed my head and sent with all my heart, my love to Tiger and his Mom.

See you Later my Noble Friend...till we meet again
May God Hold you in the Palm of Her Hand.

love and light to Tiger

Orange Ruffy


Mommy is home with us today because she's not feeling well,- and she gave us some CHICKEN!!!

February 6th 2012 5:20 am
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Hi Everyone,
We have a treat today! Mommy is staying home with us! She isn't feeling very well, so she got up this morning and made us breakfast and added chicken to it.

I love the days Mommy stays home. She usually spends more time with us and we're fed more often.

I had my plate then grazed evyerone else's leftovers. They tend not to finish-Daddy thinks they are 'spoiled' and getting very finecky with food.

Mommy said she's still worried about the thing on my nose, and she's probably going to have to have it looked at. She wants to speak with the Big Vet to find out what it is that Bella has. She's concerned because Bella took awhile to bounce back from her dentistry and she is worried that the anesthesia wouldn't be so good for her. But she wants Bella to be ok.

I'm purring for my Sisfur. She doesn't much like me, but we came here together, and she's my Sisfur.

Would everyone continue purring for her? She's my mom's 'kittygirl' and My mom has been through so much with her. I think she's really afraid to 'lose' Bella though I've tried to explain that we don't 'go away' or 'stop'. We just jump up and out...and we do, yes, we do, return.

I wanted to say thank you all for being there....and for being my friend.


Eye can't seem to get away from eye issues.

February 8th 2012 6:59 am
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Well, I am going to have to go back to the vet. My eye is swollen again, and slightly weepy. Mommy is going to make the appointment.
This morning, she stuck that stupid lysine in a syringe in my mouth and made me eat it. YUCK! IT DIDN'T TASTE LIKE CHICKEN OR ANYTHING GOOD!
And she put some terrimycin in my eye from the last time I had conjuctivitis, and then got worried...she's aways worried that maybe it's from a scratch and not a cold. In which case she needs to use a different medicine. She she wants to make sure with a vet visit.
But she's going to call and have me seen. AGAIN!

Mommy scolded Daddy and told him that she needs him to be a more responsible kitty dad-I know she is just worried about me because my dad feeds us and gets us food and litter and takes us to the vet when mommy is in school or stuff. Dad works 6 days a week and starts his day really early, as he's doing the baking at the restaurant he's a chef at.

Mommy feels they can't catch a break lately. And sometimes, sigh, I wonder why I keep having this happen. I know it's my FIV+. Yet, Smokie doesn't have this. Just lil ole me.

I got chicken this morning, we all did. I wanted more but Mommy told me 'Ruffy, you have had enough-you had 2 feedings this morning. You are far from starving."


I'll just lay here on my windowsill-and it's chilly-and be cold.

I sure could do with a nice treat.



My Vet Visit

February 9th 2012 7:24 am
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Well, I got hauled off last night to the vet, as I had thought. It wasn't too bad. Glenn, the Manly Tech came in and weighed me and took my temp. I'm up a pound which I had lost when I was ill, and my temp was normal.
Big Vet looked at my eye, stained it. It's not a scratch, she thinks it's a virus and its reoccuring. Without testing she doesn't know what kind.
She gave mom and dad medicine for my eye to see if it helps. She told Mom and Dad lysine 2x a day for me (yuck, why can't there be lysine chickens, or trout, even-k, Tabbies?)
She said that I am such a lovely cat, and very mellow...which I always am.
She said she loved my big head.
She wants to see me back in 10 days.
She does think the virus thing of my eye is from my depressed immune system.
She said I should drink plenty of guiness and nip beer to keep up my immune system. (well, not really, but I think so!)
Mommy was glad to hear that it was not really bad....and wasn't surprised to hear that I could have recurrent flare ups...

I'm well, didn't get any c hicken this morning...and am relaxing on the couch back.



Lumi-a Tribute to a Black Cat

February 12th 2012 1:12 pm
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My sister Natalie told me that Big Harry's Sister, Lumi, has passed along to Rainbow Bridge.

I didn't know Lumi well...we still haven't been here long enough to come to know everyone as others do. But I wanted to say this...

Black cats are special. They have a magick to them that is absorbed into their coat, and comes from their little special souls. They absorb magick, and sendi it out as blessings, to warm and comfort those around them.

They are sheilds, they keep harm from their families.

They are resilliant, they find the warmest places to sleep, the best things to eat, and the most wonderous people to love.

Lumi was, as Natalie would say, 'Elderwise'. She was a tough survivor, with a heart of gold. We know here pawrents will miss her-for black cats have this other special grace-they are mystical, and create intense bonds with those humans who come to know them-understand them.

Lumi was a Familar.

Dear you fly out and across the earth, and break the barrier only those who are earthbound believe is there, glance back over your shoulder....the shadow of your wings....tender new things...won't keep you from seeing I stand up...and salute you, Angel Girl, with the Power of the Paw. And tonight, I know, as Antares, the brightest star in the winter sky shines bright and ethernal, so will you.

Love and light my dear,

and the Kew Gardens Cloweder


Why I'm proud to be a Rescue!

February 13th 2012 12:38 pm
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Proud to be Rescued...

I'm a little of this and a little of that
Lovely soft fur on a big orange cat
I have no 'papers' I came from 'the streets'
There were days uncertain of if I would eat
But I had resilliance, I had good grace
A strong sturdy body and sweet striped gold face
And I'm nobody's purebred, I'm a cat from the cold
Maybe in my ancestery theres shorthair or scottish fold
But I never had laurels, or ribbons or anything like that
You might just say I'm one lucky cat
I am a rescue, I'm proud to say
I hope that others like me get rescued today

We commited no crime, but we were turned out of our homes
To fend for ourselves, so all alone
We had to find shelter, find sometihng to eat
Life is not easy when you're out on the streets
Some of us young, too many of us old
Orange and tabby, even Persians, I'm told
Being a 'purebred' there's no guarentee
That a home is forever, or loving, you see

And I'm proud to be rescued, I'm lucky I know
For I lived through blistering summers and winters with snow
I ate out of garbage, I begged, went without
Lifes not easy on the streets, without a doubt

But one day some kind people, they stopped and saw me
They spoke in soft voices, I guess they could see
Beyond my rough coat, my dirty face
they got me into a carrier and out of that place

And now as I sit and look back at those years
Too many lost comrades, if a cat could cry-tears
For not all are rescued, some still roam the streets
Desperate for kindness, and a little sometihng to eat

So all my furs, purr deep and true
For those cats still out there are part of you
No matter your 'bloodline' or how you came home
Purr for those not rescued, so cold and alone

And I'm proud to be rescued, on my couch back
My coat glossy and shiny as I wait for a snack
And I send out my Magick, and won't stop til it's done
For all to have homes
Til we're all home-adopt one.

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