January 22nd 2012 9:33 am
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Firstly, Big Congrats to Tiger for being a Dreamboat! Wow! What an honor! I know Miss Samoa must really have her hands full, so many handsome mancats to pick from...but gosh, what a great choice! Another handsome Mango gets recognized for his greatness!
Which brings me to:
We have a, ahem, 'Foster' in the bedroom with Natalie. She got out here one morning. I have no complaints...she seems an attractive, personable young cat. Shes a year old or so. She came from one of mommy's clients who got evicted. If mommy hadn't taken her she would have wound up in the high kill shelter here.
If you are in the NY area, and seeking a sweet, gentle, young female cat whos been spayed had has all her shots, please contact mommy. She appears to be fine with other cats, and she once lived with 3 pit bull dogs who were nice to cats so she might take a bit adjusting, but she's a nice young lady, and not at all difficult....she has to be to be rooming with Natalie.
And....Mommy knows of a young woman who's seeking a home for a special orange and white cat in NY. He's 4, male and neutered. He's dreamboat material! He's also FIV+. Mommy would love him, but really at t his time, it's just getting to be like the international cat hostel in here and til our young lady cat finds her furever home, there just isn't room at the inn. But this guy...he's a nice looking bloke, and extremly photogenic. I might remind anyone looking that the myths of FIV+ are just that. I live with other non FIV+ cats, and am neither a threat to them, nor are they to me. We can live with others who aren't, so long as we are fairly mellow. Me, I'm a lover not a fighter. Haven't any teeth, you see.
If anyone would like to see pics of either of these two friends, let me know, ok?
Mommy and Daddy told me last night....there was serious talk...once they place this little girl boarder, they are considering applying to be fosters for a tiny rescue that helped Mommy out with fluids for Bella...because they want to save at least one from the local kill shelter. Mommy and Daddy have a cage in the room with Natalie, and when Delilah goes to her furever home, Mommy and Daddy are considering opening that cage for a cat that would otherwise be killed. They feel that if they can save one...
I know no one wants another...us cats, that is. But this...how can I fault it? there but for the grace of god....
If any of your humans are in a position to reach out and save one of us, who still haven't come in from the cold..or who may be in a high kill shelter...lets move on it....and to those of you who do foster and rescue....I salute you humans...and the furs who live with them...with power of the paw. You are wonderful, wonderful beings.
With humble purrs...
January 21st 2012 6:21 am
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Wanted to let you know something I did this week that made mommy laugh. And I thought it was pretty good myself.
Well, Mommy had a friend over and she made some snacks. One of them was chicken wings. Now mom and dad have a small coffee table that serves as a dining table. So she had put the snacks...including the wings...on the table. And she had the wings fairly close to the edge.
So mommy was talking to her friend and then the friend turned to the table and started laughing.
See I had sat up on my hind legs and very carefully helped myself to a chicken wing and then put in on the floor. I was trying to eat it, but I don't have teeth, so after a few moments I looked up at mommy hopefully because Smokie was trying to edge in and take it away from me. Well, Mommy said 'Ruffy!' but she's soft on me and doesn't get mad at me, really. She took the wing and took it apart and gave some to all us cats. She then put the wings in the middle of the table, and had the squirt bottle close at hand, because CK was around...and he jumps on the table all the time.
Mommy says I know how to be endearing, though she says I never want to be petted when I'm in food mode unless there is soemthing like a chicken wing in it for me. But I do like petting when I'm relaxing on the couch back.
Guys, my friend Tiger, who looks so much like me, as you may remember, is not in great shape. Can we all send him some potp? His id is: http://www.catster.com/cats/1007586. His mom is really a saint, and he's a great guy who is in need of many purrs...and a miracle!
We've done it before....lets ask our angels to intercede for him, huh?
Hoping for some chicken on this snowy NY day as I rest on my couch back in the warm....and send POTP to those not so lucky...
January 7th 2012 7:19 am
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As you may know, I have a weakness for 'Special' kittens. I guess it's because living with FIV, I know that for some cats, like us, it's harder to find a home. All sorts of rumors and stuff even from vets about FIV+.
For some kittens, and cats, it can be even harder that FIV+ to find a home.
I would like you all to go to Dot's page and say hello. Dot is a wonderful, inspiring little kitten who is 'otherwise-abled'. She's not disabled....look at her wonderful vidio 'Dot Dynamite' and you'll see what I'm talking about. Mommy and I saw and watched it, Mommy's eyes leaking because Dot is an inspiration. She is a normal, healthy, very playful and loving little kitten. She just happens to be a little 'different' with slightly different needs. (she needs a person who can assist her with the box needs). She needs alot of 'hands on' but when you meet her, she'll steal your heart.
I told Mommy she could come here, but as Mommy has to work, and Daddy has to work out of the home...well, this wouldn't be the right place. But we are hoping you will go say 'Hi Dot' and send some purrs and love and POTP her way and any leads you have for finding her a great home like we all have. At the very least, she'll inspire you, and your humans-especially if they are sad...watching Dot, you can't be sad!
January 4th 2012 9:35 am
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Wow! We both have Diary honors!
I am a humbled Mangoman Kitty!
January 2nd 2012 8:21 am
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Happy New Year!
We weren't sad to see it go...that old year. But we have to say that as cats, we don't do 'regrets'. We don't look back too long-it's just not in our nature.
New Years Eve, I sat with Mommy on the loveseat, and hoped that there would be chicken forthcoming...and there was! So as we snacked, I thought how lucky I was.
You see, Furs, I wasn't always the Poet Cat of Catster. My saga's origins are lost in mystery, but the first time I met my Daddy, I was a thin, needy orange tabby with a large head and a poor coat that no one would touch. A vet tech told Mommy I had 'feline lice' and Mommy had never heard of that before. But she lifted me into her arms, and stroked my head. "Poor cat." she whispered. "You're so handsome!' And I knew, you know, that she Saw who I Really Was.
That I was friendly there was no doubt. I kept trying to get someone to take me in! I even ran up the the Postman and the UPS drivers and pleaded with them. I was being fed-Mommy's neighbor at the time across the street and her daughters were kind and put out food for me. But no one could offer me a home.
Mommy and Daddy and Mommy's sister and Mommys mom finally agreed that they would take me and get me 'fixed' and try to find me a home. A local rescue said they would take me once 'fixed' and vetted. So Mommy's sister and her friend-who did vet tech work and pet sitting-got me and bought me to be 'fixed'.
The rescue was all set to 'take me'. Then it happened....
The tests came back that I was 'FIV+'.
The Rescue said they couldn't accept me. I will never know why except that people beleive FIV+ is 'transmittable' to other cats. Well, people need to know that while it is, it's very difficult for that to happen. It's only transmittable through blood contact, and I was alwaya a lover, not a fighter.
The rescue did agree to show me providing I didn't have to stay there. After all, Mommy, Daddy, her sister, her friend had all made a donation to the rescue for me. When I wasn't being 'shown', Mommy's mom and her sister said I could live on their glassed in porch. And I did. I had a portable heater out there that made me pretty comfortable. Mommy and Daddy both really wanted me, it's true, but Mommy's Sister and Mom felt they had 'enough' cats with 5 already 'in the house'. But despite that I was a nice cat.
For a year I went and got shown. I hated it. I was put into a cage and people would come and look at me like I was in a zoo. The place had barking dogs in the area near to the cats and they barked alot! It made me nervous and gave me a headache. I had a couple people who were interested, but I got scared and scratched one who insisted on holding me. Mommy felt it was the dogs barking that made me nervous.
The other was a nice lady, who became my 'Sponsor'. She couldn't take me because she had to take her of her elderly parents in another state, but she sponsored me and used to get updates on how I was doing. Mommy would write her letters and tell her all about me.
Eventually, Daddy got a job where Mommy and Daddy wanted to move to-and still do. Guess what? I got 'sprung. Daddy went to take this job down South and he took me with him. He also took the stuff for he and Mommy to set up house. Daddy was going to work for a bit, then after 3 months Mommy would join him.
I loved driving with Daddy! I didn't have to stay in my carrier-Daddy learned I was a good traveller who was content to watch out the back window or lay on the seat! I wouldn't eat my cat food, but sure enjoyed the rest stops and the chicken he bought for me at various places-I got chicken at Waffle House, and Wendy's and some other places, too! I didn't like Garmin, and would complain when Garmin would talk.
When we got there, I shared our apartment with Daddy and his room-mate Krys, who was his Sous Chef. Krys's friend would come over with her little boy, and I liked playing with him. I've always been good with children.
We lived there for 2 months. Then, one day, Daddy found out the the Owner of the restaurant was in trouble. He went away and left everyone without pay. Daddy was going to look for another job there, but in the meanwhile, Mommy's mom became very very sick. She passed away when Daddy was on his way back to New York.
When we got back, I wasn't put back on the porch anymore. With all the sadness, and upset, no one thought of it. I set about becoming friends with the other cats. And I was given a room upstairs with my food and water and a bed. Daddy kept his things in that room, and I liked to sleep on them. I had 4 other cats besides Bella to play with and fight with. But I only ever fought with Blackie! The others were my friends. And with Blackie, it was sort of like cousins fighting for attention!
Last year we moved here to this little apartment. Since then, there have been many ups and downs. I know that my Mommy misses the house we lived in-her childhood home. I know that my Daddy wishes that right now we could be back in Alabama.
Yeah, I misss the house. But I'm a Cat, and we live in the here and now. What is there to look foward to? The next meal, the next piece of chicken, and my warm couch back. I look forward to a romp with CK and a good brushing. I look forward to purring and Mommy softly speaking to me. I look fowrard to getting on to the couch next to Bella and sacking out. I look forward to sleeping in the window and feeling the breeze on my fur.
I am no longer a skinny kitty with a big head. My coat as become thick and glossy. I have tufted orange ears and a large round face with lovely eyes that Mommy thinks betray an Ancestry that may mark me as a Scottish Fold or part Fold. I sometimes sit up on my hind legs at the small table. Last night I sat up and took a chicken wing off the plate at the table. Mommy was laughing, she couldn't scold me because I so carefully helped myself! And then, because I lacked teeth, I couldn't do a thing with it til she pulled it apart for me! She had company-a friend of hers with her 2 children, 5 years old and 11 years old came over and Mommy praised us all-especially me-for how wonderful and kind I was with the young ones. But Mommy shouldn't have been surprised, for I have always had a mostly kindly nature.
I look back with a look over one orange striped shoulder at what was, and I blink, a goodbye, to a past that has bought me to where I am now. And I wonder and purr for the time ahead, and with thankful purrs, wonder at the good friends I have made here. I don't mourn those gone before me to Summerland...for as a Cat, I know there is no boundary between here and there, except what Humans feel. My heart goes to them for their percieved losses-and licks at their souls in comfort for the want of the Cats they so loved and need. But I assure them, with all the Mystery of My Kind, there is no such thing as 'The End' or 'Death'. That doesn't exist for us, my Human friends. Your Cat friends you Cherish dance across your lives just in the corner of your field of vision. If you squint your eyes just a bit, you will see them. Children can and do! Don't mourn too much, or too hard. For we wouldn't wish this-we don't. Not even the best of us would. For we are Spirits who dance in our fur for awhile...and then, when we take leave, it's only for awhile. That bond....it's not lost or discarded...and we do venture back...we just take on new Fur if we wish...and often do, if we feel your need for us.
And as I leap up here to the sofa back, I sniff at the cold air and I purr. I purr for the wonder of it all. I purr for my family, human and feline. I purr for my friends, both here and at Summer. And I purr. And purr. And purr. Because that is what we do.
I wish you all...Human and Fur alike...and all in other species...a wonderful time ahead. May Good Fortune Bring you Power of the Paw-all the material needs needed and all the love and good health and strength and Joy you could ever need.
And I purr for the Here and Now...and all the Goodness Within.
love and light,
December 27th 2011 7:34 am
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This morning Mommy offered me some butter from her finger when she was having waffles. I bopped her, hard. She said I got this look on my face, an accusing look, and went 'wop! whop! whap!' with a smacky paw!
Mommy was startled. She said she felt so bad, as though I thought she was going to poke me or something. (she never has). She said that I looked like I thought she was going to 'do something'. Her feelings were hurt.
Later I went and laid on my couch back, and begged by the frige as if nothing had happened, but this sure bothered mommy. She just can't understand it.
She said that whatever Finney had, I caught at least for a quick minute.
December 26th 2011 7:23 am
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How was everyone's yesterday? I had DUCK!!! YUM! And this morning, mommy cooked us all a little fresh fish-cod, to be exact! I loved it!
Anyway, wanted to say to everyone...
We, cats everywhere, need an offical Cat Day! But I'm proposing an offical Marmalade Cat Day!
Marmalade as in Mango, orange, or rusy tabby...
Why? Because quite a few of us are battling serious illness, there are some of us who have gone to the bridge, and there are some there already.
What about a Marmalade Cat Day and an Adopt a Marmalade Cat DAy? Hows that sound to everyone?
I would like to say to all of you out there...thank you for being such wonderful cats, with great humans. We know all too well what it's like to not have a family, and then to have a good family.
We would like to thank our friends for being such good friends, and being there for all of us.
A small list of wonderful Marmalade cats we know just offhand:
My Sunshine: Kaci Sunshine
My Sweet Niecy Cat: Mango
My Older Brother in need of many Purrs: Tiger
My over the Bridge Inspiration: Boxie Brown (Forever a Legend)
My other hero: Calvin, Knead On
My Sister: Natalie the Natcat
My Sisters best friend, and a courageous Bridge Kitty now: Natasha
Mancat I look up to alot-another hero: Big Harry
Most exceptional Marmalade Cat of All Time: Roo (anyone not knowing Roo should read his profile! He's an amazing fellow! I salute you Master Roo with Power of the Paw!)
Longhaired Tangerine Extrodinary Irish Cat of all time: Finnegan the Floof Fellow!
My Bridge Hero and inspiration: Buddie, always loved
My other friend who's orange: Tigger
My funny friend who's an Orangeie: Tiny Mighty Moe!
My cousin who went to the bridge-my old playmate: Pat the Buttercat. I miss you Buttercat.
And...well, there are so many more of you....who's names escape me. Forgive me that...and lets add ourselves to the list.
And for those of you 2 legged almost furless...please, if you have had a friend pass to the bridge...and are at a point to consider another friend...would you consider a Butterscotch Kitty? We havne't seen a kitty by that name yet...though there are so many others...so if you are an Orangie....lets start a list and name ourselves...and lets ask our friends, family, and everyone to consider doing something wonderful for an Orange Kitty today!
Fact: Orangie girl cats are not very common. Most have sweet natures with fiesty personalities very like calico cats. They are known for their sweetness and fiesty natures that keep them resilliant!
Orange boys are known for their mellow natures. (I made that up!)
But with me...it's true.
With many purrs, I remain your Orange Tabby friend,
December 22nd 2011 8:46 am
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This years' been tough, there is no question
Filled with stuff too much to mention
But I still sit here and rumble purrs
Because I'm a mellow guy with Orange Fur
And though my mom is feeling sad,
I knead and purr to make her glad
Ah, Mommy, let me see-
This is what Christmas Means to Me!
You in the morning dishing out food!
The BUB charges me, being Rude
You scold her then bend down to pet me
You never let anyone upset me!
You find some chicken or some meat
To put on my food as a treat
And then put the plate in my place
Can you see contentment on my face?
Christmas is Daddy with his coffee cup
Brushing my coat as he gets up,
Coming down to say 'Hey Baboo-do you know I love you too?!"
And I chase CK around the floor
Yep, thats what Christmas time is for!
And after breakfast and a chase around
I go back to the bed I found
All mine is the back of the couch
Bella smacks at be just being a grouch
But I am content to snooze and doze
As daddy gets the clothes
To take to the laundrymat
I wonder if they have a cat?
And I let my Mom reach up and scrtch
The back of my neck where there's an itch!
A little to the left ma goael (my dear)
Yep, thats it, it's crystal clear
As I bump you with my big head
Then close my eyes to go back to bed
And that is Christmas, yes you see
It doesn't matter if we have a tree
Or presents, or anything because the true gift
Is how we live and what we make of it
Our lessons, yes here in this life
My dear Humans it will be all right
And Daddy comes back with nice clean clothes
I awaken from my doze,
Jump down to check out the new smells
Crawl atop laundry so soft as he tells
Me that I need to climb out
You see soft laundry is what it's all about!
And I follow him to the bedroom door
Where Natalie's yelling on the floor
And she see's me and goes 'PAH!' and smacks th air
And I run back to the kitchen-yep, it's still there!
A duck that we will eat tonight!
I can hardly wait to have a bite!
And I chase CK to the foyer then,
turn and run back again
To the window and gaze at the blue sky
Is that Tigger there up high?
I know our guardian angels check in
As if to ask just how we've been
And I meow so softly to the air
Yep, Miss Mittens I see you there!
And CK and I wrestle and run up the cat tree
He hangs off the side with glee
Climbing back to the very top
Doesn't see Smokie who gives him a bop
Right atop his little head!
'Thats right hehehe!' The BUB said
And I go back to the back of my couch
Bellas sleeping, no longer a grouch
And I yawn ready for another rest
After all it's what we do best
And I tap my mom and again I purr
Letting her hand rest on my furr
And this is what Christmas means to me
We don't need any more, you see
Just to be with others who care
In itself is a purr and prayer
For we are whiskerd blessings with Fur
Making the Next Miracle Occur
Weaving into our people's lives
Do you wonder, Furs, if they Realize?
The true Power of the Paw
All the wisdom our 9 Lives saw?
And this is what Chritmas means to me
Friends with Fur and furless be
Blessed with Goodhealth, joy and Cheer
To last all through the coming year
Prosperity and Much good food
And catnip toys to set the Mood
All my furs and family healthy
That's what truly makes them wealthy
So my family know we're blessed
I am so happy, I confess,
With people I know that love me
That's what Christmas means to me!
December 13th 2011 9:10 am
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Twas the night before Catmas
And all through our Hut
CK was running around being a nut
Our dishes were stacked by the sink where we eat
In the hopes that Catmus angels would bring us a Treat
And I in my lovely soft mango fur
Was waiting for that magick hour to occur
While what to my tufted ears should I hear?
Was the sound of something that wasn't too clear
Could it be CK? No-he's out like a light
And it wasn't Smokie-he's sleeping alright.
The girlcats too, are dreaming sweet dreams
Of wee catnip mice and fluffy whipped cream
So, I gazed out the window and guess what I saw?
Yeah furs you guessed it, It was SANTA PAW!
He gazed back and me and we went nose to nose
A handsome big fellow, dragging a sack tied with bows
And he leapt right through the window, not making a sound
Leaping up high before coming to ground,
He winked and he grinned a Cheshere cat smile
As he waved his bushy tail and spoke for awhile
'Come Alex, come Boxie, come Tigger, my elves
Fly over from Rainbow and just be yourselves
I need my cat angels to bestow some joy
To every little feline while I give out toys
And make sure Queen T, you send butterflies
To bring warm summer days and sparkling fireflies
That leave trails of light magick as they gleam in the night
Ah yes, Natasha, you're doing it right-
Would you help Miss Mittens-lets leave a bite
Of chicken and turkey and of course trout!
Because good things to eat is what cats are about!"
And I watched them, stunned as I sat back on my hinds
And I never knew Santa Paws could be so kind!
And Hazel Lucy winked, as Buddie held her paw,
I knew, my furs it was strange what I saw
But I was surprised and startled with delight
To think that I saw Santa Paws on before Catmas night!
And I watched butterflies flutter, and treats and cat toys
Were put next to our plates-us girl cats and boys
And sparkly things flew through the air,
making me feel silly without a care
And then Santa Paws, that jolly feline
Presented me with a bottle of the best catnip wine
"Ah Ruffy, my poet, my old mango friend
You know the magick of this night it never ends
Store it in your heart, the good will and good cheer
Give it out to other kitties throughout the year
Purr for the kitties that don't have a home
For I'm always with them, they aren't alone
And remember, my friend, the magick of the season
You see, Fellow feline, there is always a reason
And you, Ruffy, remember what you saw!
For you know first hand the power of the Paw!
And with that, my furs, he raised his paw high
The Winged angel kitties rose up in the sky
And flew out the window with a blink and a purr
As if none of this had ever occured
But for a whisker that lay sparkling on the floor
No one would ever believ what I saw!
And Santa Paws nosed me and laughed in delight
That jolly old kitty was quite a sight!
He headbonked me and nosed my forehead again
And said 'Well, Ruffy, I'm off now, my friend!
Just remember, the magick of Catmas is here
For all of forever, the rest of the year!
And he leapt in the air and with a great purr
Said 'Merry Catmas Orange Ruffy-and to all of the Furs!
December 11th 2011 8:13 am
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As I sit here, getting through a cold (achoo!), sitting on my sofa back, dreaming of little pretty girlcats....ah, Ingen, where have you been? Jez, you don't look a day over 4, spritely as a kitten....Tink, does your beloved appreciate you? I do! Princess Tu Tu, ah, how I think of you....Royalty, you mean so much to me...and, well, Kaci...you know what you stir in my heart...
But- I digress!
In all seriousness there is a very little mango girl cat in need of our purrs! She's a tiny litttle thing, and when you read her story, you will want to go and surround her with much, much purring and love.
I am going to ask the Angels at Rainbow Bridge to send all their magick to help this little one..please, guys, if a cat could cry, I would be.
Big Harry, have your mom read this kits story, ok? It reminds me too much of the little angel Silvo!
Oh Furs, we must, at this season of renewal and rebirth, when so many of us watch friends leave behind old forms and journey to the Bridge, there are times one must fight the good fight for another....
And fight, because a tiny life is always, always precious!
the little kits information is here:
Her names is Mango!
Mango, we send you much love and many, many purrs! My Mango cat heart beats in time with your little one...and I promise you that you will soon be surrounded with guardian angels to watch over you.
with much love,
Your uncle Ruffy
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