August 28th 2015 3:50 am
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As you may already know, we have a newcomer kitten around here. He's tail-challenged, having only a short little nub of a tail. As a result, he's playfully obsessed with my tail and those of the other cats around here. His name is Bobby. The only tail Bobby doesn't like to pounce on and attack is Comet's tail. Comet carries his tail curled tightly over his back like a husky dog. He can stretch his tail out normally when he wants to but most of the time he is carrying it in a tight curl over his back. His tail is long too, it reaches to his withers when it's over his back. But a tail like this isn't much good for chasing, pouncing, and attacking. It doesn't wave tantalizingly or twitch at the end or creep across the floor in such a way that Bobby can't resist attacking it.
Since I'm one of the younger cats here and I love to play, Bobby tends to pick on me to play his tail chasing, stalking, attacking games with my tail. While Bobby respects the older cats when they tell him off for abusing their tails, Bobby knows I have a playful temperament and so he ignores it when I try to tell him to stop messing with my tail. Only if I give Bobby a swat on the head, does he get the hint and leave my tail alone. But it's usually not long before Bobby is back at trying to play with someone's (usually my) tail again.
I get no sympathy from Mom either. She just tells me that Bobby is a kitten and will outgrow a lot of his antics the same way I outgrew many of my antics. Patience! Mom tells me to have patience with him. Kittens grow up too fast, Mom tells me. I have my doubts. After all, I left kittenhood a few years ago and I still love to chew cords if I get the chance. Mom says I've chewn up more cords and stuff than both dogs put together. I must admit that deep down, I'm kind of proud of outdoing two dogs in the chewing department. Mom claims that's nothing to be proud of. I just tell her we should agree to disagree on that point.
The other newcomers around here don't bother me at all. They're adults already and either they haven't adjusted totally yet or they're rather sedate by nature. Smokey and Boots like to lay around mostly. Comet likes to hang around the back bedroom, which is the quietest place in the house. I don't mess with them much because to me, they're sort of boring.
Bobby however, well, he really stretches my patience. Mom tells me that sometimes I stretch her patience the same way, particularly when I chew things. She said maybe Bobby is teaching me a karmic lesson!
July 30th 2015 5:20 pm
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Angel Twilight now his his own page on Catster! Not only that, we have a new family member who Mom also just now put on Catster. Mom named this newcomer "Comet."
Mom got a call from a friend asking if she would take in an unwanted cat. She said yes. Shortly after that, the cat arrived. He is a big lean black smoke cat with a white bib. He is a very sweet cat, so sweet he got along with us cats and even the dogs so quickly he only had to spend a day caged when he came. His previous owner had gotten him from a shelter and for some unknown reason, decided she didn't like him and didn't want him. She pitched him outside (he was declawed in front too, and a declawed cat shouldn't be allowed outside) & stated she was going to have him put down because she didn't want him. My friend who was there then called Mom asking if she would take the cat. Thus, Comet arrived here.
Comet, like the space object he's named for, got his name because like a comet, his most striking feature is his tail. His tail is quite unusual. In all Mom's years of having cats, showing cats, judging cat shows, rescuing cats, etc, she's seen thousands of cats and she's never seen a cat like Comet. Comet carries his tail curled over his back like a husky dog. In his profile picture, it shows how his tail curls over his back all the way to his withers! He can straighten his tail at will but prefers to carry his tail curled over his back.
As for personality, Comet is extremely sweet, very laid-back and mellow, very outgoing, readily befriending the other cats and the dogs in our family. As time goes on and Comet settles in, Mom says she's sure she will only see even better, sweeter, more loving traits emerge in Comet!
July 23rd 2015 5:46 pm
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Ever since a scrawny half-naked baby of the sparrow variety arrived at our house, we cats have heard waaay too much of these two words "'no bird!" Now some of us (Lily & Buddha are two of them) used to live with Mom back in the days when she had an aviary and cats had free run of the aviary and knew to leave the birds alone while any mouse that dared come in to get a free meal was fair game. The rest of us however, only learned to leave bigger birds like Charlie the blue-front amazon parrot and Percy, the cockatiel alone. BTW Percy turned 21 this spring, he's now of legal age but Mom won't ever let him even try any alcoholic drink!
Back to my gripe...most of us consider the sparrow fair game, especially now that the sparrow has learned to fly about in his cage. Mom has him in a cage with bars too close together for a paw to slip through but some of us still sneak up by the cage to see if there's any way we can reach the bird. That's when we keep hearing "No BIRD!" as Mom moves us away from our advantageous positions by the cage. Mom can't understand how fascinating and irresistible to us this litte bird is as he hops around his cage and flies. He (Mom thinks it's a he but isn't 100% sure yet) cannot perch because he has a twisted right leg. His twisted leg may have to be amputated so he will learn how to perch on his good leg. In the days of the aviary Mom had a finch whose right leg had to be amputated and the finch subsequently learned to perch with her good left leg.
In my humble feline opinion, this sparrow is more trouble than he's worth. He has little interest in bird seed and prefers for Mom to handfeed him even though he's plenty old enough to eat on his own. Why, being made mostly of hollow bones & feathers, this little bird wouldn't even make a decent meal for a cat! Yet Mom handfeeds this little bird and whenever we sneak too close to the bird, we have to hear those dreaded two fun-spoiling little words "No BIRD!"