January 27th 2012 7:36 pm
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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,
January 25th 2012 12:56 pm
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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.
January 24th 2012 10:42 am
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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!
January 23rd 2012 12:06 pm
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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,
January 22nd 2012 2:10 pm
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...and for once, I hardly know what to say!
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,
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,
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