October 8th 2012 1:16 pm
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Now, as I might have revealed in a previous diary, Mommy and Daddy went down the year after Hurricane Katrina to where Daddy is from. They went to a little place called Bayou La Batre, which is a shrimping village, and it's a quirky, odd and magickal place as many places there are.
Now when they were down there, they ate in a little ramshackle restaurant with old linolium on the floor and old formica tables. And when Mom finally figured out that Hush puppies were not shoes nor real 'pups' that were a side on her plate, she was much more relaxed.
And when they were eating, as is the way in some places in the South, the Restaurant Owner came out to eat with them.
Now, during their meal, a big black cat wandered out, slinking slowly across the floor, and then, leaping gracefully up into an empty chair beside Mom, accepted their lunch invitation, and was happily engaged in enjoying some catfish and shrimp with them when the restaurant owner sank into a chair beside them at Daddy's invitation.
'Now I see you met Roscoe' he said to Mommy. Mommy petted Roscoe's head and nodded. "That there is a magic cat. He's got good luck to him, thats for sure."
Daddy said 'How's he magic?"
The owner cracked open his Dr. Pepper, took a swig and reached over and rubbed Roscoes chin.
"That there animal did surely save my and my wife's life."
Daddy finished his last bite of catfish and said 'How is that?"
"Well" said the Owner, who told Daddy and Mommy his name was Nate "It's like this....
'One day, bout a year or so ago in July, this skinny cat wanders up near the dock...never saw him before, but he looked rough, all skin and bones. Now, I never could condone with folks just turning their animals to fend for themselves, so I see this poor cat all hungry like, and I get my lunch and it's a tuna sandwich. And I put it on a paper plate and put it down near the boxes he's setting under. And the cat darts out to eat.
Now I don't know who's cat he is, if he's lost, or if he's friendly. But he sure was hungry. So I see after he eats that sandwich in about 2 seconds flat that he's still hungry. And I go across to the store and get me some cat food. And when I'm there I get a box so I can put him in.
I put the food in this box...open the can. And I got a lid for the box, and when the cat finally jumps in to eat, I put the lid on real quick, and then tie it up with a little twine and put it in my truck and take him home.
Our dog had died a few months before, and I know my wife is missing him. So she see's me with that box and she says 'Now what is that?" And I tell her about this cat that I found and she says 'Well, we better get him over to Dr. Perkins'. He's the vet we had for our dog. So she calls and they tell us to bring over this here cat.
So we go over...and the cat is really quiet in the box, not trying to get out or anything. And we get there and they take us into the exam room and I tell the doctor about this cat and he says "Well, I guess you got yourself a cat then, Nate." And he carefully opens the box. And this big black cat head looks up and out at a him. And then, very carefully, he leaps out of the box onto the table.
Well, the Vet does all the normal stuff...he tests him and gives him shots. The cat is already neutered. He' has no collar and the vet tells us that his paws are rough, he was probably out there awhile. So he treats him for fleas and ticks, and tells us he thinks the cats' about 4 or 5, and he is really skinny but in otherwise good health.
Well, this cat is sitting there just watching me and my wife. She reaches out and pets him and he begins to purr. She picks him up and he lays his head right on her shoulder. And the Vet goes out and comes back with a carrier and gives it to us, no charge. So we have a carrier for this cat.
On the way home we start talking bout what to name him, and it comes to me that he reminds me of this fella I used to work with on the Shrimp Boat a few years back, a tall and lanky black guy who one day fell over during a storm and never was seen again. And this cat-well, it reminds me of him, cause it's the way Roscoe was too, you know, laid back and easy going. So I say 'Let's call him Roscoe, after Roscoe Harris, that guy I used to know." And my wife agrees.
Now, Roscoe is no fool. The first few weeks he stays close to my wife, and he's eating all the time. But after a bit, he takes to following me around, playing with my fishin line, and he likes to come out in the early morning with me when I'm going fishin. And when a couple of the guys go with me, they're joshin....like 'hey, I heard of a cat fish, that a fish cat?' But they soon learn that Roscoe's good luck to have around, cause he loves the boat, and sits out of the way of the hooks and all, but sits near the wheel and will start meowing and crying if we're in certain places...and when we stop, we catch fish.
So soon, Ernie, the guy who owns the Shrimp boat I was working on, asks if Roscoe can come. And I bring him and he's meowing when we get to some spots...and then we are getting shrimp. And Ernie offers to buy Roscoe, but he isn't for sale. But he lets me take him whenever we go out and the weather isn't bad. My wife won't let him go when the weather is bad.
Now last year, well, we were setting to get ready to go out on the boat. And Roscoe was on the dock. And as we're loading up, all of a sudden, Roscoe stops. He stops right where he is and he looks at me. And then, he sits down and won't move. I whistle for him, and he looks at me. He goes to the side of the dock and he is sniffing. And he is all stiff and then he turns and walks back to my truck.
Now, he never did that before. It worries me, and I get to worrying that maybe he's sick. My wife hears about it that night-and the next day she takes Roscoe to the vet, but the vet says he's fine. And the vet says to me 'You know, they are predicting a storm. Sometimes animals start acting weird with storms."
I didn't think anything of it. I mean, I been through alot of storms, down here, as you know, you get used to it. But I sure didn't think it had anything to do with Roscoe.
But that day the same thing happens. Roscoe is not getting on that boat, and when I do, he starts howling. I put him in the office, and when we come back in a few hours later he's yowling.
He was sure glad to see me, but he was restless. When we got in the truck and went home I told my wife and she bit her lip. "I think it's this storm...they are saying it could be bad."
Now, she's worried, and I see it. But there have been other storms. So I tell my wife 'Well, we'll just get ready for it, no need to worry."
But my wife has this look when she's watching Roscoe who's pacing. And that night he will not sleep, he's meowing loud and pacing. And finally, I get up and I go to him and he is looking at me and he's staring with his big gold eyes and he's Telling Me that he wants me to do sometihng...and I say "Roscoe, is it the storm?"
And that cat puts his paws on my leg and he's looking into my face. And I figure...well, I'm probably a fool...but this cat knows something.
I go tell my wife to get together some stuff. We got a camper, and we load it up with food and clothes and water and stuff we'll need. We got a generator and I put Roscoe in it and call Ernie and tell him we're leaving til we find out which way this storm is going. And Ernie is like
'What, are you crazy?" and I tell him 'look, this thing could be pretty bad.' and he's like 'We rode storms out before." And I tell him that they are suggesting people leave if they can, and I tell him my wife is really really worried.
So he's not real happy but he tells me he'll see me in a couple days, and my wife is looking at me and we lock up the house and we go.
I felt pretty dumb, let me tell you, because I could not tell you the last time I left because of a storm. But we pull out and when we do Roscoe comes to sit close to us.
Now we head up to Camden, which is near Montgomery, cause my brother is up there. And when we get there early that morning, well, the rain starts, but still this is not unusual.
My brother is glad to see us, and surprised. But his wife, she's from the Florida coast and she says their dog has been all upset and such and she's sure glad we're there. And they come in the camper and meet Roscoe and then we go and have some breakfast with them in their house. We go back to the camper round about 11am and Roscoe is sure glad to see us and we're tired so we take us a nap since there isn't much else we can do.
And that afternoon we realize we weren't the only people to leave when we see the news and we see other folks on the roads...and I am sure glad that we left when we did.
The storm brings in alot of rain and some wind, but not like if we would have stayed home. We get rained on, sure, but nothing we aren't used to. Roscoe spends alot of his time sleeping. If a cat could look relieved, it would be him.
That afternoon I get a call from Ernie that some other folks left, and the storm is heading right along the Coast. I call some of my friends, and some are there, but some have left. My wife's family left when we did-they listened when she said that the cat was behaving strangely. So we just stay put and spend what time we have with my brother.
Well, you know what happened....Bayou La Batre got hit and parts were underwater. Our house was flooded and the water rose so fast we might not have been able to get out if we'd waited.
When we went back-it's hard to explain what it looked like, but I can tell you this...it was tough to see. But we were ok, thats what mattered. We were alive. And we were lucky cause we had a camper to live out of-some folks didn't have that.
It took awhile before things got anywhere even remotely normal. I found work up in Atmore for almost a year, but you know, this is our home.
And then, a few months ago I bought this place with my brother and Ernie.
Ernie wound up leaving right after he spoke to me that day. It saved his life cause his house was wiped out-he and his wife and son lived with us for a little bit til the insurance came through and he could rebuild.
Roscoe likes to stay here and sleep out on the screened porch and greet visitors. We don't always bring him, but he seems to know the people who like him, and comes out to say hello.
The strange thing was, when we got back, my vet called me and asked me if we still had Roscoe. It seems that a woman came in and handed her a picture of a cat that looked alot like Roscoe, and he told her about us-and he took her number. I called and she told me her mother had passed away and when they were dealing with eveything her mom's cat had escaped the house. She said if it was her moms cat, she'd be happy to know he had a good home with us, and wondered if she could come see. I told her sure, but told her that my wife and I were sure taken with him, and it would really be hard on us to give him up. She told me that she wouldn't do that-she was glad if he had a good home with us, as she had three cats of her own and two dogs. But she did want to come round and see.
When she came by she was a nice woman...and when she saw Roscoe she burst into tears. She reached down and petted him and called him 'Harry."
Roscoe let her pet him, but after a bit he got nervous and ran up under our table. We told the lady that he was taken care of and all, and promised her he'd always be loved by us. My wife almost flat out told her she wasn't getting him back. But the lady was fine with it. Then she turned and asked me how I had found him, and I told her. And she shook her head. "His name was Harry...but you know...for years, my mom...she was confused. She used to call him by her Aunt's name...she thought he was a cat she had as a girl, named after her aunt...Katrina."
It was weird, I admit.
But she gave us some of the toys her mom had for him, and a collar. But that was it,s he said goodbye. Once in awhile she calls to see how he is, but thats it...
This past year, we got Roscoe a sister-a little she cat from the pound that was gonna be put down that day. A little black Minx. I call her Minxy-but for that there lady, and her mom, her real name is Katrina.
We wanted something to come good from that storm."
And Mommy leaned down and told Roscue 'You are a very special and Magickal Cat' and Mommy said he knew it too. And Daddy and Nate shook hands and then Mommy and Daddy left.
And you know-Mommy wants a House Panther too, though I'm not so sure. But that is the story of Roscoe B. Fishin. I hope he lives a long time, and like all black cats, I know he is good luck.
October 13th 2012 4:15 am
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The day before yesterday Daddy managed to trap one of the 7 month old kittens by where they used to live. They got her in and got her fixed. Daddy and Mommy had wanted to bring them all in from the cold.
Well, Daddy did. And little Mel, as he called her, cried and cried and cried and cried. She was very unhappy and tried to get out a screened window.
Because Mommy and Daddy live in an apartment in a house (the landlord knows they have 6 cats) Mommy got worried. Little Mel was crying loudly.
One by one we all got in (we weren't supposed to but we're good at getting in where we shouldn't be) and we met Little Mel. But none of us were very friendly....we probably would have been with time, but we thought she smelled funny.
Mommy thought about it alot. She said that Little Mel, back where they lived, had a very good momma who had taught her well how to get food and be safe. She was a clean little cat. She was now spayed and identified Mommy and Daddy as 'feeders'.
Mommy said that with their schedules it would be very hard to work with her, and they could try again when the others from Little Mels clowder were gotten and neutered. But she felt that little Mel was miserable. She wanted to go and be with her Mom and sister and the rest of her family.
Mommy said she hated to 'give up'. She has worked with cats that were where Mel was, but then it was different, in a shelter one expects a cat to meow and if they meow all night it does not matter.
But Mommy said that little Mel missed her Momma, and told Daddy that cats bond strongly to their territory, and little Mel was scared because none of us were accepting her, and this wasn't her territory or family.
After they talked about it alot, Mommy got Little Mel to go back into the trap and Daddy just took her back to by the old apartment.
There are a series of yards in back of the apartments. There are backyards and places for kitties to hide. Mommy and Daddy continue to feed there, and Mommy has seen other dishes out.
Mommy and Daddy feel badly. Daddy wanted to put little Mel in the cage in the bedroom and try to work with her. Mommy said she was willing to, but she thought that Mel was very miserable. She had family, she had territory. Now it was gone. She would have to re-establish it here. It wouldn't be impossible, but it would take much time, and she might not be happy. It was a tough call.
In the end, the elected to return her back to her space outside.
Mommy said that with us, it was different...we, all of us, were ready and wanting in from the cold. We probably knew people, and were from the inside, and turned loose. Mel wasn't. She was born outside, and knew her family.
'Feral' or 'Community cats' can learn to live inside with folks, but some may not want to....if they have their territory, family, food...it may be enough.
They will try again...I know my Daddy....he didn't want to bring Mel back. Mommy didn't either. She's tormented by pictures of sick kitties living outside. But Mel wasn't sick. She was young and healthy and strong and her momma was nearby and her sister and family. Because she's spayed and part of a little family, she is 'established' in the territory.
Mommy spoke with a friend of hers who does T and R. Her friend told her that even with winter coming on that Mel and her sister have a very savvy mom cat and established territory. She said that Mel was not like taking in an abandoned cat who had lived inside at one point, or a cat that was low on the order of a colony...that her coat was in good shape, she looked healthy, said alot about her. And she was not pregnant, and now she will not get pregnant, she stands a better chance than most of having a good and healthy life. She told mommy that taking in a working with a feral to tame is a process, and not all adjust...and that if they were to do it again that it might be better to work with the others too, so that they didn't feel so isolated. She didn't think that Mel had a grim time ahead of her, despite the weather. She said 'Mel is used to being outside-it's the inside that scares her.' and she said 'Deb, instead of torturing yourself with what you could not do, look at what you are doing-you are getting this colony neutered so they can't repproduce. They have a food source, and their mom has taught them to find shelter. In their world, territory, food and shelter are what matter. This is not an indoor cat that was turned out and is scrounging. This is a young strong cat born outside taught to live outside. She's afraid becuase she's out of her environment, and away from her family. Imagine if someone took you and dropped you in the middle of a group of Martians on Mars, and gave you food, but you were in a place you didn't know and were frightened of and that was totally alien.'
Mom and Daddy still feel bad. They feel like failures.
I have told them they aren't-that coming in from the cold is a state of mind as much as an actuality....
and that caring makes all the difference.
love and light,
October 16th 2012 9:24 am
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Dear Furs and Folks,
Today we celebrat our Feral Friends-our kin, our friends, our 'Community Cats'.
Last week when Daddy was trapping the small family of 'feral' cats in back of the old apartment building, the former Super asked Daddy worridly
'You're bringing them back?" Daddy stated of course. The man was relieved. He said 'Good. They keep away mice. We have not had mice in this building since we had cats around." He allows Daddy to bring them food and water.
Here are some Q and A about Feral Cats:
Q) I have heard that Feral Cats carry disease that can be given to other animals.
A) It's always a good idea to keep your cat or dog or other animal inside, and if you walk your dog, to make sure it's vaccinated. HOWEVER....many 'feral' cats are no more likely to transmit a disease to your pet, you, your child than any other animal.
Q) I feel badly for the Feral Cats that live outside, but I don't have room for them in my house. If I trap them and bring them to a shelter, they will help them find a home-but a crazy cat lady has told me to 'leave them alone'. Why?
A) Ah-the sad truth. Many animal shelters euthanize-kill-feral cats. There aren't enough homes for healthy, human social cats. A Feral Cat simply doesn't stand a chance. Truly feral cats aren't socialized to people enough for most people to be willing to have them inside...and the feral cat may not want to be with humans without much exposure and patience. In some places, feral cats are cared for by 'Colony Caretakers'. You can google Alley Cat Allies or The Urban Cat League to find out more.
Q) Is a feral cat an owner abandoned cat?
A) Usually not. Most Ferals are born outside, and raised by a 'tribe' who look after the young communially. Mom, auntie, sister, cousin,daughters, grandmoms and the male Tom and his brothers or sub males will help guard and protect and train the kittens. Kittens trapped young can be socialized with patience. While, very sady, 'Owner Abandoned' cats are left at colonies-usually by misguided people who see that a colony is being tended and fed, 'feral' cats are not owner abandoned cats. They may have lived in a place for awhile and know their 'feeders' but they aren't tame cats.
Q) I've heard feral cats referred to as 'community cats'. Why?
A) They are Community workers! They keep down the rodent population, and they work hard doing it. They ask for so little, too-clean fresh water, cat food (don't worry, they still keep down the rodent population), a warm shelter and not to be harassed or harmed.
Q) Will feral cats help a former housecat to survive?
A) It depends, but the Tribe may not welcome an 'outsider' and treat them as such. Many former housecats don't do too well outside. (I'm a good example!)
Q) Why is T and R important, and what does it stand for?
A) It stands for Trap and release. It goes like this: Rescuers will bait a humane cat trap (it doesnt' hurt the cat!) with food. They catch the cat, bring it to a vet or clinic or low cost spay and neuter van, and the cat is neutered. The cat will usually be held a day or two, then, when it is eating and the neuter site is healing, they are re-released back into their colony.
When they are under for the neuter, they are usually given a quick exam. They may be vaccinated against Rabies, or other things, and most are 'eartipped' to mark thema s being neutered so if they are trapped again they are re released back into the colony.
Q) I've heard some poeple trap cats and bring them to shelters-isn't that better?
A) No, the cat will probably be euthanaized. Some people think if there are no feral cats that they won't have to worry about them, but a resideent colony keeps down the rodent population and if a resident colony is removed, it leaves space for more to occupy the area-neutering and releasing is the way to go.
Q) Do feral cats eat birds-I've heard they are decimating the songbird population?
A)Nope. This is a vicious rumor that has no basis in truth. Go to Alley Cat Allies site and check out the truth.
Q) How to I learn more?
A) Go ot Alley Cat Allies or Urban Cat League or just google T & R or National Feral Cat Day!
Q) How do I say Hello to a feral cat?
A) 1) Drop hands to your sides. 2) If you can, drop to a kneeling posture. 3) Keep head down. 4) Close your eyes. 5) Very slowly raise your head. 6) Very slowly, open your eyes and blink slowly. Repeat. You may see the cats relax slightly, and if they close their eyes even halfway, you've been given the gift of conditional acceptancce...welcome to the Tribe!
Happy Feral Cat Day! Do something good for a Feral today! Donate food, help, or $. Lots of purrs...
love and light,
November 4th 2012 1:07 pm
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Today in the kitchen stretched in the warm sun
A small black cat leaps over, yep, it's begun
Another little foster, black as the night
Fiesty and funny who likes to play and bite
He came from a yard thats now like a lake
A hurricane came along, for heaven's sake
And hello little Midnight,
Mommy calls you 'basement cat'
You are full of yourself, well imagine that
You purr and you play and CJ's having fun
Because he's got a younger brother
Now what have you done?
Into everything, you're in the garbage again
CK hasn't had such fun in I don't know when
And a foster comes, and a foster goes
One with golden eyes
One with pretty toes
One filled with mischief,
One pretty as you please
One a little devil
One we loved to tease
And this morning Emmy Rose was put in her carrier
Her lovely soft coat was never a barrier
A nice family saw her story, they fell in love
We have a feeling Bella was interceeding from above
And Emily Rose went to her new home,
Mommy had smiles and tears
But the'll be another, now you see, don't you ever fear
For there are so many on 'that list'
That might not another day
So another foster will come-til they go home to stay
And Emily Rose I'll miss you in my own way
You were a sister to tease
Now Middy wants to play
You were so pretty, and I know you'll be fine
With your gift of being pretty and chatty and sublime.
Midnight, you devil, did you do that?
Grabbing my tail, you're bad little cat!
But as you roll over filled with wonder and purrs
I close my eyes-another miracle has just occured
In the nick of time you were pulled from harms way
Now you're safe and warm and with us today
And a foster comes and a foster goes
One comes to stay awhile as another leaves her woes
To be petted and made much of and loved as the queen she is
With our Bella looking down on her from Rainbow Bridge
And another little foster will soon be on their way
To stay at our house for a week, month or day
Now all you little furs, and you big folks out there
This is a message from a mango cat who cares
You see, I was a foster failure, I came and I stayed
A miracle in fur, and I'm here today
Surveying my domain, my life filled with purrs
A cat who believes truly miracles occur
So won't you reach out, and open your home and heart
To a cat that's less fortunate and needing a fresh start
You may have some good fun, or a new fur to chase
Maybe she'll be pretty with haunting eyes and sweet face
Or maybe a new brofur who will keep you on your toes
Ah, cats come in, and yep cats do go
Off to new homes, as lives, yes are saved
Be a hero young feline...come on, be brave!
Tell your folks to foster, to open their hearts
Save one, post one, share one it's a start!
Today we bid hail and farewell to Emily Rose.
She went to a new home with two feline siblings, two human pawrents and a young human sister of 14. The previous Saturday, the Saturday before the 'storm' a young, thin, and funny little black cat came to stay. His name is Midnight, and he has become one of the Ridgewood clowder-for now, accepted and giving CK a run for his money.
The backyard Midnight was living in, 48 hours later, was under water in the wake of Hurricane Sandy.
Trust, always, that Miracles Do Occur.
We ask, as such, to do all you can to help all in 'kill' shelters, or desperate situations, to find homes or foster homes.
With deepest gratitude, and so glad to be here,
Irish Orange Ruffy
Mystical Poet of Catster
November 13th 2012 11:08 am
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This time, the 'rescue lady' Janet that Mom and Dad work with (she is head of the rescue Mommy and Daddy now work with) called Mommy and Daddy yesterday. She told them that they have a volunteer who was 'fostering to adopt' a kitten she found. She had 2, but found a home for one. The other, she had been keeping, and was going to adopt, but it appears the little guy is giving her cats problems. She does not think he's 'suitable' for adoption because she believes he's 'anti-social'. She told Janet that he stalks her other cats, and she has to stay awake all night with him.
Now, he was bought to an adoption event once, and apparently tore up everything in his cage, not playing, but in a very destructive way.
Well, Mommy dug into the story. Apparently, he and his sister got a touch of rightworm, and this lady KEPT THEM IN A CAGE IN HER BASEMENT FOR 3 MONTHS!!!
Well, Mommy was furious. She said to Janet "Well, of course he's afraid and crazy in a cage. He must have been out of his mind with boredom. And then his sister, his only security, is adopted out without him? No security. And then, when he's trying to establish a normal order with her other cats, she thinks he's 'crazy'? I don't think he's the one thats crazy.
Daddy wisely agreed.
This lady was trying to find a 'Sanctuary' to send him to. Janet told her she couldn't do that, and that Mommy and Daddy were goint to take Calvin for a bit. The lady got very upset. She told Janet 'You don't know what he's doing to my life....he needs to be away from other cats."
Mommy was like 'Well, what he might need is to have other cats to be around, other boy cats to learn how to be with others...not carried around like an infant and scolded when he does cat things like climb to the top of the cat tree and chase others around.
And so, a little cat named Calvin will come to us on Friday. We don't know anything about him, except he's 6 months old. We do know he'll fit right in here.
and he'll have plenty of fur company.
November 20th 2012 9:54 am
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This week Rescue Lady called Mommy.
Someone wanted to adopt Midnight.
Mommy and Daddy talked it over.
Mommy said that Midnight was Adoptable. It was not really fair for them to keep him....but....
She had seen CK get very depressed after Delilah got a home. She had seen that CK was very much enjoying Midnight's company. They played alot, and groom. Midnight had been accepted the clowder, and though he is cllumsy, he has nice manners with them. When he bumped into Smokie and Smokie hissed, he appropriately moved away and ducked his head in submission. He's being harassed by the BUB...but then, that I can relate to.
The other Rescue Lady called. She told Daddy it would be a great home. A home with a 3 and a half month old kitten and a little girl of 6.
Mommy said she would be worried, as Midnight still 'overstimulated' and sometimes bit the person holding him, and he could grab your hand with his paws and kick with his back paws. It might be much for a child.
Rescue lady said that Mommy and Daddy needed to make a decision.
Daddy said 'It's made. This is his forever home. There are other cats for him to play with, and CK needs a buddy his age to play with.'
And so Midnight has come to stay.
It's good because Mommy loves him. He's clumsy, doesn't listen, does what he wants.
In short, he's a Cat.
Welcome in from the Cold, Midnight.
We're glad to have you here.
November 21st 2012 9:37 am
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A year has passed
The trees grow bare
Winter chill is in the air
And some are sad for cats have gone
Flown to Rainbow Bridge across the dawn
And though they may thrive,
Their folks still miss
The purrs and play and what makes us kits
And yes, there are cats all over here
Yet there is one so fer dear
From Taney Town he called home
With his Cat dad he wasn't alone
He's been gone a solid year
Yet I'm asking him to come back here
For his dad misses him alot
I think with all the love he's got
And as the night fades to day blue
I sit up-Tigger is that You?
And a most regal and merry cat
Appears in the shadow, steps out of that
Comes to touch my orange nose
Says 'well, who else Ruffy, would you suppose?
I've dropped in to check up on you
Don't look surprised, I always do!'
And, yes, it's Tigger, just as he's always been
A fine old lad, most excellent friend
Who's good natured and always loved to play
Now says 'Ruffy, I'm here today-
I'm going to look in on the kits, Kringle and Dad
I just wish he wouldn't be sad
I came, I had a job to do, I found those kits
and loved them too
I purred for Panda, cast my magick you see
She's fine Ruffy, as I'd hoped she'd be
I've sent magick down for my pal Bliz
For he's special, my friend, you know he is
And if it had to be him or me...
well, it was never a choice you see.....
I had to send magick from across there
In magick form I answered prayers
and it's fine, Ruffy, cause it's all good
Its a nice cat neighborhood!'
And I trotted over as he went to my dish
Nibbled some fancy feast salmon fish
He saw a catnip toy from River Dances
Weaved across the floor said 'taking chances
Is what we felines always do
Hey there Ruffy, don't be blue
And I followed and played laughed when he flew
Said 'Tigger is that really you?"
And after awhile he fell down
His paws stuck in the air like a clown
The BUB was watching from the bed
Said 'all this has gone to your head
What's it like being a Spirit Guide?
Is it fun, are you satisfied?'
And Tigger got to his feet
Went back and had some more to eat
Then sat back and groomed his paw
Said 'It's fun, and great to help
Other cats just like myself
Standing at their side unseen
Pushing them back from inbetween
Making miracles occur
For we're Spirit Angels clothed in Fur
And if it wasn't for my dad
You see I don't want him being sad
I wouldn't mind it not a bit
For helping furs-both dog and kit
Is what I think that I do best
Why I was here-I must confess
But i want to tell my dad I'm good
He takes care of us, he did all he could
I need somehow to let him know
I'm keeping watch from over Rainbow.'
And as I saw his wings anew
I whispered 'Tigger is that really you?"
He wrinkled whiskers, bopped my head
Said 'Princess and Ruffy, it's time for bed
I'm off, my friends to Taneytown,
It's my next stop, where I'll touch down
Say hello to those kits I raised
Won't them be dazed and amazed!
I'll knock Kringle off of the bed
Purr up beside Blizzard's head
Give Panda's nose a little lick
Tell Dad Squeaker's fine and like a kit
And yep, Ruffy, you know it's true
When you ask 'Tigger is it you?"
And he ran so fast across the floor
That I thought he'd hit the door
But brown tiger wings lifted him high
He went through the window into the sky
Siloutted across the moon
He called 'Ruffy I'll come to visit soon'.
And I sat on the Cat Tree
Watching out the Window it seemed indefinately
Til little Midnight leaned into my fur
Said 'Excuse me, who was that, Sir?
I have never seen a cat that glows
Is he special, you know I'd like to know?
Cause I think I saw him before I got rescued
I didn't know-you know him too?"
And I looked at this little cat
Newly joined here thats a fact
Could it be he was found in time
By a Tigeer cat who was a friend of mine
And I licked Midnight as I purred anew
Thank you Tigger for Being You.
To my friend Tigger, his Daddycat John, and the Taneytown Cats.
Xeper and Remanifest
We are so grateful, this year, for our friends...
Ruffy and the Ridgewood Cats
December 9th 2012 12:16 pm
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Its with sadness I just found out Prince Tao has journeyed onto Rainbow Bridge.
He's in excellent company-so many have left us. But Tao was a youngster, he shouldn't, by any right, have left for a long time. But we, who leap the Abyss as though it were a small brook know that there is no 'death' for death is just a portal to the stars, from which we journey...
and so I say to you Tao, Prince of Hearts, be good to us. Don't stay away to long, but send Sissy another. For we have come to see Sissy as a kind and old soul, a child who is a young woman, who Know cats, who Know. We send purrs to her, and her family, who are wonderful people, and who we know are sad....come back, our goodly friend, who has a magick all his own...and will, we know, be playing with Gump, being loved by the many who stand upon the Bridge and greet him, and who send purrs to his 'peeps'.
We salute you Tao! I salute you as a Mango Cat! I salute you as one who has now Gone Before Me, with all the Wisdom of the Other side. And I salute you for you are Magick!
As, Furs we all are.
Purrs my dearest friend.
Furs, this has been a difficult year. Two weeks ago, Blizzards Dad was thrown out of work very unexpectedly. He had no knowledge it was coming, and it has been not just a shock, but an unexpected hardship, for you see, he has already said 'Santa Paws won't be stopping at their house this year'.
This makes us sad. We understand, as we watch our pawrents work so hard, what it is to live in a 'multi cat family'.
It's full of joy...and full of hardship.
the joys outweigh all...but they also bring with it, the worries..and Blizzard's dad, Kringles Dad...he is a single pawrent with a single income and as we know, his family is as big as his heart.
We would ask for purrs for Blizzard's family....
In this season of light....no matter what 'religion', our mutual religion is Cats...and Love....and of Course, Faith.
Power of the Paw, dear ones, Power of the Paw
love and light,
December 12th 2012 9:48 am
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I am going to a new vet on Friday. It's the one Smokie saw. He will be having a follow up. I will be getting a check up and having them look at the spot on my nose that my pawrents are concerned about because it's growing larger.
I'm otherwise ok. My ears have been a bit itchy, but I am not unwell. I am enjoying our new space.
Our foster Calvin is still with us. He is a very playful kitten and Mommy loves his little purring self.
CK and Midnight are great friends, running and playing every morning. Buddy the Nebelung is at the Petco Habitat because 'he needs being seen'. Mommy has already told the rescue ladies that Calvin will not be going to Petco. Rescue lady told Mom that she can't have Calvin. Mommy said she wants to make sure Calvin gets the best home and he likes our home. Rescue lady said to remember that he needs a home-our home is not his 'furever home'.
Mommy and Daddy both love him though, Mommy especially.
I will keep eveyrone postedon my vet visit. Maybe we'll get some chicken or hamburgers on the way back!
love and light,
December 14th 2012 10:26 am
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I got sick on the way out...too much breakfast...and then, when Daddy had cleaned out the carrier, and had our nice new mat in there....
I peed on it!!!
I had to get a spongebath.
The vet was nice-he said I am the poster child for FIV+. He said that he really suggests a biopsy for my nose, being this irritation has been getting larger, peels off a bit, and starts all over again.
He said 'the problem is FIV+ clats have crummy immune systems. Daddy told him I won't take lysine. He told Daddy I should get lysine even if I don't like it-it may help, but because I've had this awhile, and it's not getting better, he believes a biopsy is the best thing.
high end of cost spectrum-and they are 'reasonable' is going to be $600.00.
Mommy and Daddy are going to go ahead, because Mommy is worried it could be 'serious' and the vet said by getting it taken off now, it may get rid of it for good.
He told mommy the reason it's not healing when it was taken off last time is becuase it could is not just a 'boo boo' but it's a 'something.'
I will write later and tell you how I greeted daddy last night....suffice to say that it involved pee and me.
love and light,
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