Welcome Pumkin Latte

From yesterday....Mommy couldn't post it because of 'fleas'.

http://www.catster.com/cats/1227147

Today.... I sit by my window...it'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 homes...one 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 ways...to 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...
Ruffy

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

http://www.catster.com/cats/1142682

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?

Ruffy

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

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!

Ruffy

Hisssssssss

Ok Furs,
I have to say this....as 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 people....post 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,

Ruffy

Uh oh...she was poking at me again...

Mom fed me twice like always this morning....and then she knelt by me and held me and looked closely at my mouth. She looked at me closely and this morning I heard her say to daddy sometihng that goes 'v-e-t'. Well, I know what that means...and I don't like it.
It means Mommy is fixating on me again.
I hope it doesn't mean getting hauled in the carrier to the Kitty Doctor again! Enough already? Can't a guy enjoy being a Dreamboat?


Ruffy's Mommy: I am not sure if it was always there and it's just his coloring or if something is going on, but Ruffy's lower lip (he hasn't any teeth) looked slightly swollen to me this morning, and it's a dark color...not sure if it's coloration or if sometihng is going on. He has a dark mark on his nose that is still there...so we'll probably be planning a vet visit soon.

Purring and Concentrating....Power of the Paw to Blizzard

Tonight as I gaze up at the brightest star, Tigger, I ask you to interceed for Blizzard. Please help to make him well, you, oh magickal one, with an open soul and beating heart. You, mystical cat who follows where the Star Goddess Dances, and who weave in and out between the constellations. I know that as you purr, we here, all of us, members of a large and purring community, purr with you....we beseach you, and whisper as we weave....let Blizzard be healthy, let him return to his daddy in good health, to share more healthy and happy years with those that love him.
I ask our newest most innocent angels, as they are the closest to all things pure, to purr and interceed, even as they join you, all of you up there, Moma Ivey, Miss Mittens, our Natasha, Calvin, Hazel Lucy, Buddie, Soc, Boxie Brown....and oh, so many more who's purr along with ours rises in peaceful soothing waves, to surround you Blizzard.
I salute you with Power of the Paw, and sit up and purr....and say, with all within me that is cat....we love you, Blizzard....we love you....and we need you here.....

Return to us, my good friend. We love you here.

Love, light and bringt blessings,
Orange Ruffy

Emergency POWER OF THE PAW NEEDED FOR THIS LITTLE- FELLOW-http://www.catster.com/cats/1227583

He's only 3 months old. Apparently the diagnosis his mom has for him is FIP!
She and he both seem alone.
Can we all help and give them some support and love?
I have never met a 'Savannah' cat before. It's sad that he's so little and ill and just here from a trip on a plane.

Poor little fellow.

No little kitten should have to go through this.


http://www.catster.com/cats/1227583

Out of Character

Well, here I am, a Dreamboat and Daddy is concerned....because this morning, I did something very out of Character for me. I peed on the dirty garbage bag with litter in it in the hall.

Daddy, maybe I thought it was there for the using!

But he and mommy are concerned. I am not worried...I had a lovely big breakfast with some corned beef as a treat on the side, then went around and cleaned everyone elses plates....then it was time for a nap.

Daddy was glad to hear I ate well...but is worried in case I wasn't feeling well. I'm a very clean cat usually and only like the cleanest litterbox.

Why, I wonder, did I do that? Did something just get into me to pee on the dirty litter?

I like puzzling my pawrents and keeping them guessing!

Dreamboatily Yours,
Ruffy

Being Dreamboat #59-and an infomercial on FIV+

Well, as some of you know, not only am I a handsome, solid, Spencer Tracy of the Catworld Dreamboat...crossed with Humphrey Bogart...but I'm FIV+ too.


Yesterday evening mommy had a conversation with a lady that bothered her. The lady is someone who was considering having Mommy foster for her organization. But when she found out that Smokie and I are FIV+....she.....she....well, I can hardly say it because it made me so upset! She said to Mommy we should be PUT DOWN!

I don't mean verbally. I mean she thought we should be killed!

Mommy was shocked and angry. She was barely able to be civil. She asked the woman 'WHY?'

Know what this 'Rescuer' said?

Because we're 'contageous!'

Mommy was going to bite her head off. I could feel it. But she was pretty upset. She said to the woman 'If you read up you'll find out that FIV is only transmittable through blood...and with cats that would entail a deep bite wound. Ruffy hasn't got any teeth, and Smokie, though he's very dominant, is not an aggressive cat by nature. They are wonderful cats and cats with with FIV+ can live long, healthy, and happy lives! She told the woman that she really needed to get educated on that matter because if she believed that she shouldn't be doing what she's doing!'

Well, the lady wasn't very nice. She hung up on Mommy. Mommy was upset-she said 'gosh knows how many people she tells to put FIV+ cats she finds to put to sleep!

She then spoke with another rescue group who don't do that...who actually do help to place FIV+ cats. But for the record, I want to set the record straight for anyone who may wonder or think what we have is 'contageous!'

1) I, and cats like me with the FIV+ virus CAN and Do live with non FIV+ cats! Really! I mean it! I have never bit anyone, except a chicken wing! or various food! Not even when I had teeth!

2) We pose no risk of sharing cat bowls, litter boxes, or toys!

3) I play and rough house with my now not so little FIV+ brother. He's not FIV! Mommy had him checked just so show this is so! Even when Smokie-who has teeth-bites him it's not a mean bite through the skin!

Does this mean that there are FIV+ cats who do not like other cats with teeth who will bite another cat? Maybe. It depends on the cat. Like with any cats-you humans observe the interactions before unsupervised time is alloted together! But many of us work out things just fine!

4) We CAN NOT Trasmit the Virus to a Non Cat person or any other non feline.

5) We aren't 'sick'. We're not 'dying'! We are cats that may never get sick. Our immune systems are more compromised, but this is something most cat people can work with well....good food...lysine....good suppliments...lots of love and regular vet visits....we can live long lives! My cousin Blackie...also FIV+ lived to be 16. During that time Blackie ran the show at his house, and taught 3 non FIV+ kittens how to run the show after he went to the Bridge.

6) For whatever reason, along with the FIV+ virus often comes a wonderous personality and a gentle and sweet nature. Maybe we got bit by another cat outside becuase we were just being too nice, I don't know. But we're extrodinary cats, really.

What I would like to see is a Vet to come along and prove to people that it's no more dangerous for an FIV+ cat to live with FIV negative cats than it is for them to live with any other cat. Unless you have cats prone to being aggressive you aren't going to have a problem. That would make it easier for us to find homes, places in No Kill Shelters and even sanctuaries. Many sanctuaries sadly keep us FIV+ cats away from other cats. If I lived in a house that believed that, we wouldn't be here, because we're a 'mixed' household. And it works, everyone! It works.

So on that note...I'll leave it.

I want to thank Miss Samoa once more for the honor of being a Dreamboat! Just wondering...am I the first FIV+ Dreamboat?

Love to all Furs,
Ruffy



4)

I'm a Dreamboat? It is so unreal! Thank you-I'm humbled!

...and for once, I hardly know what to say!
Except...thank you!

And I hope that maybe...this is proof positive....that FIV+ cats...and cats who came in from the cold...are all VSFS! (Very Special Felines!)

Thank you Samoa,

Your humble Servant,
Ruffy