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My 'Gotcha' Week anniversary.

November 24th 2014 4:33 am
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Hello Kittahs,

It's very nice to speak to you all again-sorry for the delay, but Mommy's been busy with the foster kits. I am glad they are in my home, and safe, but I do wish they would get great homes-Mommy and Daddy love them and it's getting harder for them to place them-but they have to in order to help others...

This week marks the time that I was 'gotten'. Daddy saw me in the bottom cage of the rescue, and the rest is history! I was very lucky and fortunate.
My story is a wonderful one. I have always been a cat who was a survivor, and I was very lucky to survive outside-there was always the belief I belonged to someone and had been either dumped after they died or lost...but though they loved me, they didn't spay me-that was done later. Because I wasn't spayed young I developed breast cancer. I was again, lucky and fortunate. The rescue KNEW I had bumps that needed removal, but they chose to do nothing. It wasn't until Mommy and Daddy got me that I got surgery and chemo.
I survived!

During my gotcha week I would request that if your people can, they foster or adopt a 'less than' cat like I was. I was an older cat, no one had wanted me til Daddy and Mommy. Many 'less than' cats are killed at New York's ACC because of us being 'less than'.
Today I watch out over my family, and my friends. I am especially caring of those fighting as I fought. Always fight-remember, I am nearby.

Just now I'm off for a quiet nap under a tree, with the sun dappling my fur. I am not ready to return yet....the word is-well...yet.

I love you all.
Thank you for thinking of me!
Love
Natalie the Natcat, Tiny Face, Tiny Paws

 

Lots of new cats finding homes!

March 31st 2014 4:45 am
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Hi all,
Well, March has been a busy month. I'm so happy to see that many of our Angel Guides here have sent their human families new cats. As many of you know, each day cats die in 'shelters' and this doesn't have to be. If each person who wanted a cat could just take one, what a difference that would be! And we're seeing that many families have done just this-taken in new feline family! THANK YOU ALL!

Mommy's friend who was in hospice passed to the other side. Mommy was very sad, and I did my best to cheer her, making a cameo appearance at her friends funeral. Daddy didn't see me, but did feel me, and I was glad Mommy knew I was there, as I said I would be. I can't give answers, but my actions are answers, dear family....

Our new feline is getting spayed on Thursday. Mommy is hoping her sneezing is completely gone by then. In the meantime, I am watching over her!

She's not like me, I walked in and owned my pawrents. Mommy and Daddy suspect Miracle has had much mistreatment, she's afraid of many things, but on the plus side she is eating well and has taken over, at my bequest, one of my little beds.

Do we miss you, human families? Do we miss your petting? Of course, of course-we always do. Yet, what a joy to bequest another into your gentle care, knowing they will no longer starve and shiver....

And what can top that gift?

I'm purring for all out there-and keeping my eye on the RB....I'll sort him if he bothers Miracle. But so far...so good...she is still seperate as she's being spayed Thursday and is just about over her cold...an occasional sneeze. We are hoping she will be well enough for her spay..and I will be watching over.

I am looking over all of you..and purring!

love and light
Natalie the Natcat, Tiny Face, Tiny Paws

 

A view from the Bridge-and-Trust that Miracles Do Occur...

March 6th 2014 5:07 am
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Dear Kit-tahs,

Good sunny morning to you from Rainbow Bridge Outlook:

Do you beleive in Miracles?

We do-heheheheh!

The other day, I was sitting here, chomping on some lovely trout with Big Harry. Harry said to me 'You know, Natalie, it occurs to me that it's time for you to do your thing."

And I said: 'Harry, what would that be? I've already annoyed a few cats here this morning, and am enjoying this trout and am planning a nap."

And Harry said 'Ah-you know what I mean-it's time for you to effect your first Miracle...'

And he led me over to the portal.

Mommy was at the computer-and she was 'blurbing' for 'Urgent, Cats on Death Row'. Mommy gets 'urgent requests' via email and one popped up.

Mommy sat back in her chair and her eyes opened wide. She made a sound. She sat there stunned.

She was looking at a cat that looked JUST LIKE ME.

Except this little cat was absolutely terrified.

Harry looked at me. I looked at Harry. I looked at this little cat....

and her name...

IS MIRACLE!!!!!!

And I knew. I leaned foward and breathed into the universe. And I felt the energy go out...

And mommy called Daddy and told him. Daddy was excited, she sent him the picture and they both felt terrible.

Mommy called the rescue. They called the 'kill shelter' where this little girl is. She asked about the little cat. The rescue emailed her back. They had done another behavioral assessment. There was a good chance this little 6 year old female might be feral. Did mommy and daddy really want her? This would not be me. This would be a very frightened cat that might not know people.

And Daddy said 'Miracles Occur-and she has."

And so....

Miracle will be going home. She will be spayed and vetted and then she will be delivered to Mommy and Daddy.

And so...yes, this little one will be safe.

Don't worry Miracle-you will be just fine. I can promise you that.

and what do you think of that, Kit-tahs?

heheheh

love,
Natalie the Natcat


Natalies Mom: Hi all. The last thing on our minds was taking another cat. But I volunteer for an organization that posts profiles of cats on death row...and I get the 'urgents' before they hit the 'kill list'. I got this little cats profile on Monday, and I was not able to get her out of my mind....it shows a small orange cat with bright green eyes, cringing with mouth open, terrified.

She may be feral, or she may simply be terrified. If she is feral, she will be safe here, with a ready made cat family.

We weren't planning on this, but the look on this cats face got to me...they all do. It's not fair, they are given such a short space of time to find rescue, or a home. This little timid one would never see the adoption floor, because her fear would make her 'unadoptable' except by an 'experienced cat parent.'

I am apprehensive. She's not Natalie, nor Smokie, nor Ruffy.

She is Miracle.

And soon, she'll be Cat number Nine.

I think Natalie had her paw in this...

love you sweetheart. Love you-
Mom

 

A view from the Bridge, and some comforting words from- Natalie the Natcat

February 28th 2014 6:38 am
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Ah, hello Kit-tahs,

As I sit here, basking in the early morning warm of the Sun (yes, there is sun here, and lovely things) I became aware of something...

My mom has been feeling sad. She is missing me, and she is facing something hard ahead, a good friend of hers is dying of cancer. She went into hospice last night. This is tough because her friend is very distressed and upset, and has periods of anger and rage.

Last night, mom said to daddy 'Why?'

There are no 'Why's'. I can tell you that there is a reason, it's a reason that is wrapped in mystery. Do I know why?

Well, we cats know much more than we let on..and those who love us know this.

Dear Mommy,
When the time comes, I will leap out through the portal. This isn't so difficult as might be imagined, once one knows how to make it open, rather like throwing open a window I will do so. I will leap back over, a blur of sienna tangerine fur, and purr...and appear in a blaze of light, and healing...for yes, we can and do bring magick. I will not let your friend go gently into the night, I will appear as she needs to see me, and I will gaze back, and yes, see those who have gone over before come to her, and let her know that all is well.

Humans fear death, for it's the unknown. To us, it is Known. We cross over, if we choose, a dozen times a day, our energy changing as we do so, and sometimes, we send messages, for some of us know our people must be given the ever present nudge to move on with their lives, to dry tears of grief, and know we are close but we are, truly fine.

And I sense your frustration-with me, with your friend. Why? But that is the question you'll understand perhaps at some other juncture. For now, the best I can give you is the ability to know, as I rise to my yes, very present strong tiny paws, that I gather together all the will I have, and sauntering faster and faster, with absolute joy, leap through a circle of pure white light back to the world as you know it, but you, with your sense, know there is more to. And when the time is right, I will come close enough so you too, may whisper my name and know that I don't hold back for lack of love, but for love, for you, my dear, must simply learn the lesson of fate.

But for one who lays, frightened, and perhaps feeling alone, I assure you the portal opens and we may all, all she loves or who love her 'on the other side' come and go.

But this is a mystery everyone remembers with time.

I turn around and see a large white cat, and he comes to me, lays down, and gazes at me with all knowing eyes. And we purr in unison, as he weaves back and forth, every once in awhile he dances across the floor, after an imaginary toy, to amuse himself. His name is Comet, he is part of the welcoming group here, along with several others who I have come to know well-they will join me, and together, one of them a gentle large orange cat that perhaps others know as Calvin, leap up high and then there is an electric static in the air....and we are there.

I leap up onto a bed and gaze at the woman there, who senses, but can't yet see me...but peace is the gift we can give, and a sense of fun. For yes we remain joyous, and we frisk about, and knock things down and loll in patches of sun.

Calvin has found a place near a sunny window, and his purr is loud, so vibrating that someone from the hall looks in, and we amuse ourselves with the human looks of bewilderment. But our 'patient' is now somewhat calm, and the fear is dissipating. In time, she will be able to see through the 'between' and take pleasure in our antics.

And like this we will stay for awhile. As need be we will leap back and forth-there is no real barrier-simply a changing of energy, and in our immortal form, it is easy to do.

And after awhile, Calvin gazes at me, one mango sienna orange cat to another, our noses touch and I watch as he turns and stretches, arching his back. He leaps up to the bed, goes to the woman who lays there, and tenderly, touches her forehead with his paw.

The Power of The Paw is real, my dears, and with time, the fear will fade completely, for how can one fear such as us? And it is all too obvious, we are anything but ghosts, we are, as always, Cats.

Calvin lays down by her, and his purr vibrates and travels across the bed, a wall of pure melody that only we can affect. The morning light brightens with all our energy, and the room is awash in sun and air and light.

I curl beside your friend, and her hand touches my fur. At first she pulls back, she can't see me, but she knows...knows because she feels. And after awhile her eyes close and she rests, and even in the chill outside, birds sing, and twitter and the morning is joyous and peaceful. Yes, even here, all is right with the world.

I will be here as needed, there are enough of us, and her loved ones will come. She will remember that life is not one dimensional, that every human 'faith' has a basis in this, for all faiths are universal in love. Something we cats knew from the beginning...

So my human family, though you shed tears of loss, and sadness, breathe in the light and the love, and know, as I lay here, meeting the eyes of others who have chosen to accompany me, and as I add my purr to theirs, no one we love is ever really alone.

I love you,
Natalie the Natcat
Tiny Face, Tiny Paws

 

A view from the Bridge, and some comforting words from- Natalie the Natcat

February 28th 2014 5:23 am
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Ah, hello Kit-tahs,

As I sit here, basking in the early morning warm of the Sun (yes, there is sun here, and lovely things) I became aware of something...

My mom has been feeling sad. She is missing me, and she is facing something hard ahead, a good friend of hers is dying of cancer. She went into hospice last night. This is tough because her friend is very distressed and upset, and has periods of anger and rage.

Last night, mom said to daddy 'Why?'

There are no 'Why's'. I can tell you that there is a reason, it's a reason that is wrapped in mystery. Do I know why?

Well, we cats know much more than we let on..and those who love us know this.

Dear Mommy,
When the time comes, I will leap out through the portal. This isn't so difficult as might be imagined, once one knows how to make it open, rather like throwing open a window I will do so. I will leap back over, a blur of sienna tangerine fur, and purr...and appear in a blaze of light, and healing...for yes, we can and do bring magick. I will not let your friend go gently into the night, I will appear as she needs to see me, and I will gaze back, and yes, see those who have gone over before come to her, and let her know that all is well.

Humans fear death, for it's the unknown. To us, it is Known. We cross over, if we choose, a dozen times a day, our energy changing as we do so, and sometimes, we send messages, for some of us know our people must be given the ever present nudge to move on with their lives, to dry tears of grief, and know we are close but we are, truly fine.

And I sense your frustration-with me, with your friend. Why? But that is the question you'll understand perhaps at some other juncture. For now, the best I can give you is the ability to know, as I rise to my yes, very present strong tiny paws, that I gather together all the will I have, and sauntering faster and faster, with absolute joy, leap through a circle of pure white light back to the world as you know it, but you, with your sense, know there is more to. And when the time is right, I will come close enough so you too, may whisper my name and know that I don't hold back for lack of love, but for love, for you, my dear, must simply learn the lesson of fate.

But for one who lays, frightened, and perhaps feeling alone, I assure you the portal opens and we may all, all she loves or who love her 'on the other side' come and go.

But this is a mystery everyone remembers with time.

I turn around and see a large white cat, and he comes to me, lays down, and gazes at me with all knowing eyes. And we purr in unison, as he weaves back and forth, every once in awhile he dances across the floor, after an imaginary toy, to amuse himself. His name is Comet, he is part of the welcoming group here, along with several others who I have come to know well-they will join me, and together, one of them a gentle large orange cat that perhaps others know as Calvin, leap up high and then there is an electric static in the air....and we are there.

I leap up onto a bed and gaze at the woman there, who senses, but can't yet see me...but peace is the gift we can give, and a sense of fun. For yes we remain joyous, and we frisk about, and knock things down and loll in patches of sun.

Calvin has found a place near a sunny window, and his purr is loud, so vibrating that someone from the hall looks in, and we amuse ourselves with the human looks of bewilderment. But our 'patient' is now somewhat calm, and the fear is dissipating. In time, she will be able to see through the 'between' and take pleasure in our antics.

And like this we will stay for awhile. As need be we will leap back and forth-there is no real barrier-simply a changing of energy, and in our immortal form, it is easy to do.

And after awhile, Calvin gazes at me, one mango sienna orange cat to another, our noses touch and I watch as he turns and stretches, arching his back. He leaps up to the bed, goes to the woman who lays there, and tenderly, touches her forehead with his paw.

The Power of The Paw is real, my dears, and with time, the fear will fade completely, for how can one fear such as us? And it is all too obvious, we are anything but ghosts, we are, as always, Cats.

Calvin lays down by her, and his purr vibrates and travels across the bed, a wall of pure melody that only we can affect. The morning light brightens with all our energy, and the room is awash in sun and air and light.

I curl beside your friend, and her hand touches my fur. At first she pulls back, she can't see me, but she knows...knows because she feels. And after awhile her eyes close and she rests, and even in the chill outside, birds sing, and twitter and the morning is joyous and peaceful. Yes, even here, all is right with the world.

I will be here as needed, there are enough of us, and her loved ones will come. She will remember that life is not one dimensional, that every human 'faith' has a basis in this, for all faiths are universal in love. Something we cats knew from the beginning...

So my human family, though you shed tears of loss, and sadness, breathe in the light and the love, and know, as I lay here, meeting the eyes of others who have chosen to accompany me, and as I add my purr to theirs, no one we love is ever really alone.

I love you,
Natalie the Natcat
Tiny Face, Tiny Paws

 

Hello Kit-tahs! A View From The Bridge-you didn't think I'd- 'dissapear' did you?

January 14th 2014 6:07 am
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Hello Kit-tahs,

Yes, yes, I'm dead. Well, that is, I checked out, left my body behind, bit the big one, etc.
It was not an enjoyable experience, but oh gosh, thank goodness it's OVER!

I am sorry for the way it happened...I know it wasn't pleasant for my pawrents, and if I could change how this has effected them, I would-but these things are sometimes beyond us. I love my pawrents, and that is something, as you move into what is casually referred to here as 'your tenth life' you'll learn-you don't say 'goodbye-it really is 'see you later'.

I miss my mom-and oh, so much, my dad. It makes me sad to see him cry. Mommy, now she's tough. She and I, we spent time together and she sensed something was up with me. Lets face it, I was getting up there in age-and my physical body was getting worn out. It finally just couldn't go anymore.

Now, let me assure you-I really am fine! In fact, better than fine. I am, to all intents and purposes, young again! I am still figuring things out here-I've had help. It was rather traumatic to leave as I did-but I was soon comforted by the best-Queen T, my friend, and my old Friend Natasha were the first to come. Big Harry came to me and told me that with time I'll be able-strong enough in every sense to make myself known to my paawrents so they will sense I'm just fine-and I am.


Mommy has summoned Samoa-thank you dear Miss McBoa-we didn't know each other very well, but you were infinately kind, and leaping onto Mommy's shoulder and purring in her ear, you lent her your strength. When it came time for me to go, she and I went together. She told me with time my pawrents sadness would lessen, and I know it will-mom long ago accepted that our time together would in the physical form, have to come to a close-but Daddy-well-it will take time. If there is an ache left here, with me, it's Daddy. I miss him so much. I've been told by Tuna of the Tabbies of Trout Town that 'weel get better-bye the bye'. He's quite a character, you know.

Meanwhile, Boxie Brown and I have made each other's acquaintance, and he assured me that life goes on-yes, even here!

What's it like? Well.....guess you'll have to wait to find out. Suffice to say, it's not all angely choirs and clouds and such. No, there are things to be done, but yes, there is, for many of us, a chance to really rest, and I'm going to avail myself of that. That is, when I'm done playing with the very wonderful catnip toys with Sissy and some of the other 'old furts'.

In the meantime....very shortly....I will be able to apply to be a Guardian Angel to any Kit-tah earthbound who needs one. So if you want a nice, lovely and sweet kit-tan to be your Guardian Angel...well, you better choose someone else. Some things don't change, my dears! But I can assure you, with me as your Angel, you'll never face things without someone who has never given up on a fight-and with the exception of my check out-I've survived.

And I guess, really, I've survived even that-as I am writing this to you.

Listen, everyone-I'm just fine-but please let my pawrents know it will be alright-they miss me, you know. I am a hard habit to break.

I do so wish to thank all for the kindnesses and wonders shown! Calvin made me a lovely set of wings-still trying to figure out how to work them-and Auntie Dana a lovely picture! Thank you for all the lovely angel wings on my page, and so many loving tributes-I am humbled. I love you all, and thank you-on behalf of my pawrents and me.

Speaking of-my mom has placed a short video tribute to me on my page. I hope you'll go and check it out.

One more thing-I need to say this-I am very very happy that I SURVIVED Cancer. Please support Sugar of Sugar Rub-and her family. I wrote a poem a while back-'Angels in Fur' and have given her permission to use it-to support what may save the lives of us Kit-tahs, and folks who get that diagnosis! And for those Kit-tahs and their folks, struggling with fear-please view my video-I play a little after I've had a chemo treatment! Remember dears, there is nothing to fear by fear itself-you can get through this and thrive, truly!

Well, my dears, enough for now, I'm going to go loll in the sun a bit and lay on my back...and then, well, as I've said, some day you'll find out. Thank you for being my friend, and for all the kindness....

Love, you see, is always consistant-

Always yours,
Natalie the Natcat, Tiny Face, Tiny Paws

PS: And would someone kindly tell the RB to stay out of my Little Bed!

 

My Last Will and Testement-by Natalie the Natcat

January 12th 2014 7:53 am
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The Last Will and Testement of Natalie the Natcat

I, Natalie the Natcat, Tiny Face, Tiny Paws, (familiarly known as Natalie) because of the burden of my illness, realize that the end of my life is near... and so I hereby bury my Last Will and Testament in the heart of my pawrents. They will not know it is there until some time after my death. Then, remembering me in their sadness, they will know of this testament. I ask them, then, to inscribe it as a memorial to me. I have little in the way of material things to leave. Cats are much wiser than men. We do not set great value upon things. I have only my love and magic to bequeath. These I leave to all those who have loved me, and especially to my dad, who I know will mourn me the most. Perhaps it is vain of me to boast when I am so near to the Gate through which we must all, one day, pass but I have always been an extremely special and distinguished cat!I ask my pawrents to remember me always but not to grieve for me too long. In my life I have given them comfort in time of sorrow and a reason for added joy in their life. It is painful for me to think that even in death I should cause them pain. Let them remember that no cat was ever happier but I have grown ill and pained. It is time to say, in the worlds of my wonderful daddy 'It's not Goodbye, but See You Later'. It will be a great sadness to leave them but not a sorrow to die. I accept this part of the journey as a natural part of life-not something alien and terrible which destroys life. What will come to me after death? Who knows? But I would like to think that I will be joined by companions I've known in life. I will romp about in mice-filled fields with those who have gone before me. Every hour is mealtime and there is always a little brook with fresh running water. I will spend long evenings in front of fireplaces with logs forever burning and curl up with memories of the old days on earth and the love of my special person. This is much to expect but peace is certain and a long rest for these weakened limbs will be welcome. One last request I make. I ask them, for the love of me, to have another-it seems inevitable, with them, but I want to make sure they understand. It would be a poor tribute to my memory not to have a cat in their life-and for them to think, perhaps, that I, myself, was so very unhappy with the 'others'. I have never had a narrow spirit and have always held that most cats are good-though best from at a distance, unless they be my allies and friends…and, well, perhaps (some dogs, too!). Some cats are better than others, of course like me! And, so, I suggest another of similar background but others could be suitable, too. No cat can be as distinguished and lovely as I was but they must not ask the impossible. They will do their best and even their inevitable defects will help to keep my memory ever green. To this cat, whether it be a 'newcomer' or one of my established Clowder, I've left my heated bed from Auntie Dana, to lounge and my place in the on the big bed which I loved so much and I wish them long, sunny afternoons of snoozing and bird watching in my bed by the window… A few last words of consideration, Dear Hearts, my Pawrents, I have loved you completely and love is Forever. Never stop Believing and trusting that Miracles Do Occur as Ruffy says- and no matter how deep I sleep I shall hear you. Remember always that Angels are not allowed to show their wings on earth, but theres no rule against whiskers!

 

Safe Journey Little Miss Tiny Paws

January 8th 2014 1:41 am
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This is Natalie's mom. Last night we assisted Natalie to the Bridge.

It was very sudden, yet looking back we saw signs for a week....she seemed more desperate when she meowed. She was drinking more water. (she was on subq fluids, medicine for high blood pressure as well). She seemed more frail.
I came into the bedroom last night at 6, and Natalie was laying on the floor her legs spread out as though she had collapsed. She was making strange meow sounds, and she crawled, commando style, under the bed. When I reached down and lifted her to the bed, she crawled back to the floor and under the dresser. When I lifted her again she was panting and making that sound.
It was terrible! My husband called and I told him what was going on. Her regular vet was gone-but Ruffy's vet, whom I love-was open. Deb, the woman who used to work at the 'bad rescue' where we got Natalie, and who had been the one who admitted Natalie to the adoption floor (really saved her life!) is our neighbor and now runs her own rescue. She drove us, and my wonderfully kind neighbor who had just at that moment came with me so I wouldn't be alone.
We were shown into a back room, and one of the techs came and did a quick exam, and told me that they might not be able to do much-we might have to go to an emergency vet. Deb knows them there and told them that as far as she was concerned, whatever Dr. K said we'd do, but she wanted him to see her first and I said the same thing. We had quite a wait, and this was good, as my husband, who has always been Natalies love, was on his way home.
We waited an hour and a half-and my husband came. During that time Natalie had calmed, and seemed a little more alert.
When Dr. K came in, he gave her a thorough examination. She could not stand, nor did her muscles really respond. He could not hear her 'second heartbeat' and he believed that she either had a heart attack-or had a stroke. She started to make that strange sound when he handled her certain ways and he took her tempurture. It kept going down-and bear in mind, she was in the warmest room of the place, it was easily 80 in there.
He took her temp 3 times. each time it was going down. I asked him if he thought she was dying. He said he believed it might be. He told us we might be able to get her through the night if we put her on fluid therapy, but he didn't recommend it, as she was in very bad shape.
We made the decision to release her to the Bridge.
My husband is taking it very badly. he was the one who held her, and she clung to him, relaxing for the last time in his arms. She didn't fight being at the vet, only once did she try to get off the table, and she was very weak.
I of course, now have regrets. Perhaps we should have tried something more-but I like and respect Dr. K. He doesn't believe in euthanasia unless there is no other choice, and he didn't recoommend the other choice.
Coming home, being here, is hard. I could never imagine in a house with 8 cats that one little orange girl could leave such a gaping hole. Her heated bed remains at the foot of ours, we miss her small form in between us at night under the covers. Last night for the first time all the others had run of the bedroom. To my surprise, they are behaving more quietly than usual.
You know, cats are basically kind creatures. In the last few months of her life, with the exception of CK, they tolerated her hisses, and growls. Smokie ignored them, though she would 'yell' at him....forever the 'RB' in her eyes.
It's so quiet here now. Our TV broke the night before last, and I've been sick with a bad cold. Today will seem so very different.
I miss Natalie....my little Miss Tiny Paws, who would sleep at night with her paws in your hand, who could bite when threatened, but who let you know, quite rightly, that you belonged to her completely. Willing servants, we would have it no other way.
I mourn her passing, but I celebrate her life. She came from a bottom cage at a rescue after being found at approx. then age 12, roaming the streets by a woman. I think she was someone's cat who loved her but did nothing else for her-she had not been spayed. She had breast cancer, and she BEAT IT!!!! It did not take her-she went through chemo-a warrior and survived and thrived.
She would have been happiest as an only cat. Oh, I'll miss her dirty looks at the others, her extrodinary sense of self, her love of people, and her tolerance of most things that were not cat related. She loved her heated bed-thank you Aunt Dana-she loved her warm Hazel Lucy collars.
My husband is subdued this morning, quiet. It's only 4:30 am here, but he has an early order at work and that will keep him busy. Smokieboo has not left our side and Princess stays near by. She's been waiting for a long time to usurp the bed.
I will miss my Nat. I know, really, we did what we could. I'm grateful she was able to leave as she came, in my husband's arms, warm, loved and safe. And I can only hope that she'll let us know she's ok, much as Samoa has let her moma nd dad know.
I am so sorry she left as she did, but we were with her....and always the doubts, should we have tried more...
but there seemed no way out-the final fight she couldn't win....

we love you little Miss Tiny Paws. We will love you forever. If I had to do it all over to know you...I surely would.

Mom Deb

 

Taking on a new Vet Tech- and my Vet adventure as my Tech comes here to pay homage to- me.

December 15th 2013 5:48 am
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Good morning Kit-tahs,

Rule number one in the Nat-cat's book:

1)Always let any Vet and their Tech know who is in chargge.

Last week was a bit of mishap. I had to go to the vet and have my blood pressure checked. Well, it was not a good day there for me-it never is lately. First off, though they had given daddy the first appointment at 8:10am for a 'tech exam) (that means I'm taken to the back and a tech looks at me), there was already an emergency-a Dog. A Dog that would simply not shut up, barking and barking. Now though I am a bit hard of hearing, this dog had upset other animals and I must have sensed it.

Then, the 'New' tech decided she would take over, and put the blood pressure cuff around my tail.

Now I hate having anything around my tail-Mom thinks it'e because I'm very sensitive there, and my FHS is triggered from that area. I was already in a bad mood and stressed and this new person did not help.

She somehow tried to hold me wrong...and I went off...the foolish creatures insisted on restraining me and I became very upset. I kicked her in the face, twice, and the neck, drawing blood...it was her fault. I also bit her hand. But alas, in the battle, I somehow lost a back nail and began to bleed everywhere....

Well, obviously they could not take my blood pressure and some new person at the desk told Daddy I might have to be 'on rabies hold' since I had bit this foolish girl. Daddy told them off. He said that it wasn't my fault if I got upset because there was a DOG upsetting me, he could hear the dog and me screaming-which got him very very upset-and that he NEVER WANTED THIS GIRL TO EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN! He then DEMANDED to talk with the vet, but she was attending to this emergency...(maybe the Dogs Barker was broken and that's why it was barking so much) but that it was the vet who agreed I was not up to any sort of shot at the moment. He then said I was 17 years old, the only time I went out was in my carrier to see THEM and that nothing was going to happen to me or he wasn't going to be responsible for what happened...

My own Vet tech saved the day. She came out, carrying my in a blankie, all wrapped up. She told daddy about my back claw, she had stopped the bleeding and that I was very upset but feeling a little better and that I could go home and rest and she would come to our house and take my blood pressure herself this week. She told the girl on the desk-not the lady we know-someone else-that she had taken care of me for 3 and a half years and that she would be the one to care for me from now on and that I could go home. She told Daddy not to worry about anything.

Daddy and she got me in my carrier. I was happy to get out of there. She called Mommy and told her and Mommy didn't yell at her-she and Mommy like each other-though Mommy was really upset when Daddy told her what happened.

I went home, and my little back foot was sore, but I was otherwise ok.

My tech came over on Tuesday, with the nice woman we know from the front desk. She took my blood pressure from my paw, not my tail. Mommy told her that I hated to have my tail touched. I was in my little heated bed and stayed there. I didn't like it, and I hissed and growled but she spoke nicely to me and was gentle and kind and you know what.....

my blood pressure was normal!
It turns out I may not have high blood pressure at all....I simply hate being at the vet, and being there upsets me.

But the little vet wants to keep me on the meds for awhile to make sure. She said that it's doing me no harm. Mom has run out of meds, and she didnt' tell Daddy this til late Saturday, so I am out of meds and haven't had to take any. But he will have to get them today or Monday. She said that as it had tested high on a couple occasions, she thought for now it was good to keep me on til we checked again.

I'm otherwise feeling much better these days, though I don't like the cold and am spending alot of time in the heated bed...the cold doesn't agree with me.

Ah, for a nice warm bed and staying warm...I miss my warm summer sun...

purrs for all,
Natalie the Natcat

 

GOTCHA DAY! :) The day i was gotted...from 'just an old cat'- to 'THE NATCAT!'

November 22nd 2013 1:24 pm
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Hello Kit-tahs!

Little ones, I will tell you a story. I am a survivor. I have survived cancer. I have survived abandonment. I have survived a bottom cage in a very sorry 'rescue'.
I am a survivor. I am LUCKY.

Some years back, I was found by my pawrents. My daddy saw me, and that was it. He wouldn't and couldn't leave me in that bottom cage, and neither could my mom. He took me because I was the oldest cat there, a toy for the rambunctious kittens in the cage beside me. I was not wanted there-I was taken because the woman who found me waited a year, keeping me safe...in her basement. She couldn't have me in her house, she had a dog who didn't like cats. After a year, she finally was able to bring me in. I sat there another year-people didn't want what they considered an 'old' cat. It didn't matter that I was very loving to people, and funny and fiesty.
No one wanted 'the old cat'. The rescue founder, Bobbi Giordano of 'Bobbi and the Strays', when she found a lump on me, did not tell the vet to do surgery. No-she told him to let it alone. After all-I was just 'an old cat'.
My mom and dad didn't see it like that. Though they didn't know I had cancer, when they found out, they did not leave it. I had surgery and then chemo.
And now...well, 3 years later-here I am.
I have my Elderwise issues-I have 'subq' fluids daily. I take some pills for my blood pressure and my kidneys. I have gotten fashionably thin. I see less well, but well enough. I walk through the apartment like I own it-because I do! I love my daddy-LOVE HIM!. And, well, I appreciate and love Mommy too.
I lay in my heated bed and soak up the warmth, a gift from Aunt Dana of the many cats and funny boy, Bryan and uncle Jamison, and now a new Elderwise cat...we know she understands. I curl up beside daddy at night, and purr and purr, warm between the people who love me. I am the Bane of the Bad Kitten, chasing her when I feel like it. I look at the grey sky today and stretch and yawn...later good things will be put before me to eat...
I look at mommy smile and then come over and rub my ears and head and kiss me.
I am Cherished.
It is as it should be.
If I could make one wish? That every Elderwise cat would be rescued from want and fear tonight, from every shelter, from outside..
No I change that...
Every cat. All over.
And I know...perhaps...out there....the Powers that be hear this...and smile....

For after all, it happened for one little Orange Elderwise Cat....why not?

Thank you all for being my Furiends....

love and light,
Natalie the Natcat, Tiny Face, Tiny Paws

 
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