May 5th 2013 3:34 pm
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Dear Natalie,
It hardly seems that it's nearly 4 years ago we bought you home, a fiesty, endearing little raccoon like orange cat with the strangest little face and the tiniest little paws. I remember how you crawled out into daddy's lap at the bad shelter, I remember how sad you looked when he put you back. When he said 'we'e have to get her' I was right there with him. I didn't know you'd be my 4th feline wonder, my fiesty and funny Mah cat. How I love your little face, and as I watch you walk, hear you yell, and feel your paw on my hand in the morning, I am so glad we found you.
I know at times you don't understand why others have come, but maybe somewhere inside you do know. You inspire us, a little mystery of a cat-why do you walk the way you do? What breed are you, or are you mixed with? A strange, quickly little cat with the most expressive eyes. And of everyone, perhaps you are the cat who has really, aside from Bella, captured me. For you demand love with everything in you, with the most wonderful 'MAAAH!!!{ and a demanding smacky paw when those who love you aren't paying enough attention.
We estimate you to be 16 or 17. We don't know...you were found walking down a street, head up, tail high, and you yelled at your Rescuer. She got you into her basement, where you remained for a year til she was able to get you into the bad shelter. But maybe not so bad-you're with us now.
This year-the diagnosis of CKD-meaning daily azodyl, sub-q fluids, and doses of pepcid. Yet you remain our Nat, our little terror with orange fur, looking at us with dissaproval if you don't get what you want.
I'm so happy you are here with us...thank you Natalie. We love you.
Mommmy and Daddy.
May 5th 2013 3:20 pm
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Today is the day my pawrents picked for my birthday, because, as we all know, those of us who are elderwise are truly ageless...
It's not the age, dear kit-tahs, tis the milage.
I'm hanging in there, doing well. I walk around, boss the other cats, hiss at everyone I can, and am, in general, Queen of All I can see, and some of what I can't.
This year has been one of plenty of food, naps, sunshine, bratty boys, having to share with others....grrr...
It's been filled with joy....my dear friends....
It's been filled with sadness as we see kittahs go to the bridge, and we grieve, as do their folks.
It's been a year of firsts, moving here to a new place, enjoying the love I'm getting, and just getting to be me.
It's been finding out for my pawrents that I have CKD and now, for me, need some pills smeared with butter and pincy weird watter needles in my back.
It's been mommy spending more time, and me giving more smacks.
It's been a year of kisses on daddy's face, and smacks there too.
It's been a year of love and light and smiles, and the Evil Tail. It keeps following me and I have to yell and hiss at it.
And it's been a year that I have missed many of you, for mommy has been taken over by demands from work and school.
Now...today I will lay here in the remains of the afternoon sun.. I will hiss at the newcomer in my room-another story-and I will curl up in my little bed, and purr. I've had dinner, I have mommy to wait on me, I have other cats to boss...I have a daddy who loves me.
What more could I ask for?
Oh, probably alot more...but I am humble.
Wishing all those who don't have a home of their own, a home.
It's good to be me.
love and light,
Natalie the Natcat
Tiny Face, Tiny Paws
Wallaby legs
Big Harrys Twin Forever.
April 25th 2013 6:31 am
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Dear Kit-tahs,
It has come to my attention that some kit-tahs are in need of putting their pawrents, or pawrent, in their plance. Below please find guidelines I myself have found very effective for doing just this.
Remember, an obedient and well trained pawrent makes for a happy kit-tah!
1) Make sure that you have food available at all times, where you want it, when you want it. Do this by yelling at your pawrent whenever they are in earshot, or not. Yell. Alot. If you are hungry, yell. Do not go into the kitchen to do so unless they have not needed said request. Then slouch in, and yell, hissing and growling loudly at any other cat within two feet. Sit there and look grumpy. Make sure they understand the gravity of this matter. Then, when a plate is put down for you, take a few small bites, tasting it as though it might be dog food (ugh). Then slink off and sniff at the other cats dishes, growling the whole time.
Stalk off to your little bed, on your big bed. Lay there and look mournful. Manage a very pathetic 'mah!' and look sadly at them for starving you. They will come running with a plate, and hold it under your little head. That is just what you want.
2) Remember that 4:30am is mealtime. Get up. Smack daddy on the head. If he doesn't repsond, smack mommy. If neither one responds, get down, scratch in the box and pee. Scratch some more. Come out, dance on the cardboard scratch post on the floor. Stalk around the room. Go to the side of the Bed where Daddy sleeps. Sit there, reach up, and smack him-preferrably on his nose or cheeck-with your little paw. On the second go round, make sure the claws are out.
If he hides his head......
Go round to the otehr side of the bed. Go up the small steps to the window. Leap over the cat in the bed by the window if there is one there, or growl loudly and bully them out of it. Sit there and look out the window. Nice view.
Now, step down onto the nightstandd next to Mommy's side of the bed. Notice that she is very close to you, because she has had to move to the side of the bed to allow you your space in the middle. She is Trained. Lean in close to her face. Is she sleeping-you must make sure your Mommy is sleeping before you do this....or your daddy....
lean in close...very close, so your face is right next to hers....it's very important you have surprise on your side.
Yell 'MAAAAAAH' into her ear.
She has been smart enough to not have a glass of water next to the bed anymore.
When she leaps up in bed, jump into her spot. Sit there. She will bring you breakfast, or Daddy will then get up and go and do so.
Sniff the breakfast. Eat a few bites. Come over and paw Daddy. He'll grumble and pet you. Go over to Mommy. Yell 'MAAAH' again. She'll take up the plate and hold it under your nose for you as you rest next to them in the nice cozy warmth. Just what you wanted.
Now, kit-tahs...this is lesson one. I should like you to put it into play this evening....it's very important to start training early.
Going back to bed in the sun for now...
love,
Natalie the Natcat
Tiny Face, Tiny Paws
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