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What Day Is It Today?

April 10th 2009 3:19 pm
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Other than Good Friday? Prevent Cruelty to Animals Day of course! Commemorating the founding of the ASPCA in 1866, this day is part of the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals Month—the month to go orange.

We think it’s highly fitting that the Prevent Cruelty to Animals Day falls in the Easter weekend this year, because we would like to think that the religious figure celebrated by many this weekend would, if he were alive today, extend the love, compassion and humane treatment he is famous for to ALL sentient beings, not just the human kind.

Happy Easter everyone!


The Carrier

April 7th 2009 3:16 pm
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Mom bought me a new carrier. (See photos above.) Why? Because we’re moving again (the subject of my next post), and mom thought it would be nicer not to have to use that big ugly blue plastic metal contraption that I hate so much. So she bought me this Sherpa bag, which might actually be a D-O-G carrier, but never mind. You should have seen the look on her face though when she saw the original price—$129.99! Anyone who knows my mom knows that she is frugally minded to say the least, but this bag had been priced down a number of times and the clerk offered it to her for $55, so mom said all right. She figured that if I liked it well enough maybe I could use it as a snug little house of sorts when not in use for transport purposes. Well that part of the plan seems to have worked. I took to the “house” right away (it has a comfy little faux sheepskin liner inside); although I like to enter via the side door so mom can’t zip that up, snort. She keeps it in her office so that we’re in the same room a lot.

The problem though is that I like it so much that mom now doesn’t think she’ll use it to transport me after all! She’s worried that a) I’ll struggle and rip the mesh apart with my unclippable claws, and b) I’ll never use it again afterwards because I’ll associate it with the unpleasantness of being transported, which I detest. Sooooooooo, mom has decided that my carrier will remain a bed, and that she'll use the big ugly blue plastic metal box again instead. Hmmm. Wonder when that’ll be? Stay tuned!


Scootie Patootie

February 6th 2009 12:08 pm
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It's a sad time for many of us as we all mourn the loss of one of Catster's most beloved kitties. Scooter was well known, well loved, and highly regarded. She was also the first friend I made on Catster, and quickly became my best friend as well. Being who she was though, Scootie soon became the first and best friend of countless kitties and inspired almost everyone she met. So when mom read the words below:

Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend—or a meaningful day. —DALAI LAMA

her first reaction was one of anger, and she thought it was a stupid thing to say. How can you compare friends with days (they're like apples and oranges!), and how can you be so glib about them passing away? She then called this wise man a not very nice name that I had better not repeat. But she thought more about the last part of what he had to say and finally realized that that was exactly what Scooter and her mom had managed to do: to make each day of this short journey with each other meaningful, to make their presence and influence on Catster meaningful, and to make every one of their friendships meaningful as well. That's quite a feat for any cat or human being, and one we should all perhaps strive for. I am honoured to have met Scootie, and to have been her friend.

May you rest in peace dear Scootie Patootie, enjoy perpetual sunbeams and endless summers, and continue to be the inspiration that you are.

much love and many sad purrs,
Kitty Kazoomi


Guess What Mom Was Watching Last Night?

December 23rd 2008 5:26 pm
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And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?
"It came without ribbons! It came without tags!
"It came without packages, boxes or bags!"
And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store.
"Maybe Christmas ... perhaps ... means a little bit more!"

(by the one and only Dr. Seuss)

Merry Christmas to all my fellow Catsters, friends AND foes, snort.


What's In A Number? Part II

November 20th 2008 3:53 pm
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Not much, mom would normally say, unless that number is the number of pounds I weigh. Specifically, the number of pounds (which mom says must be way higher than what's advertised right below my main pic) pinning my mom to the ground while I lie on her chest. Ha! So there we were, enjoying the sun puddle in her office, when the doorbell rang and mom literally couldn't get up. I wouldn't budge and the sheer force of my weight wouldn't let her either. Serves her right. After all, doesn't she know by now that cats are top dog? Well, so to speak.


What's In A Number?

October 23rd 2008 9:00 am
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Not much, I would normally say, unless that number is 20 and happens to be the number of years your furst and best friend on Catster has graced the lives of her very fortunate parents. Then the number is quite special indeed. So go over to Scootie Patootie's page RIGHT now and wish her the very best birthday EVER!

I'm fortunate too in that I get to share Scooter's birthday by having one of my own on the same day. And that, even if I get to be 20 myself thirteen years down the road, will continue to amaze and delight me. Today is a wonderful day indeed.


Thanks For The Steak Toffy!

September 24th 2008 3:14 pm
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And luckily, I don't have to share it with mom. Why? Because she's gone vegan! Yep, decided this summer that she will no longer be eating meat, fish, eggs or dairy. Thankfully she's letting me stay carnivore though (only because I'm naturally carnivorous—thank goodness I'm not a dog—and because she's says it's not a decision I can make for myself), so I can eat all the meat I want, snort. Anyway, she'll be blogging all about it, and I'll post a link as soon as she launches it. In the meantime, yum! :)

Ha, mom's blog is up! If interested check out: So I'm Thinking of Going Vegan

She's also started THIS blog: Animal Rights


Tagged By My Cute New Friend Lottie

July 15th 2008 4:30 pm
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Here are six things I don't like:

1) I don't like being picked up and held. Luckily, mom respects that. To compensate, I will lie on her lap and lie on her bed when she goes to sleep.
2) I don't like the vacuum cleaner. Mom should know by now how it annoys and frightens me, but she does it anyway.
3) I don't like wearing clothes. Luckily mom respects that too. I'm a cat after all, and a dignified cat at that, NOT a doll or a human baby.
4) Speaking of humans, I don't like how they forget that they're animals too. Mammals to be exact, so maybe they should start using the terms human animal and non-human animal?
5) I don't like dog fighting. And no silly "this is part of his [Vick's] cultural upbringing" excuse (as used by Whoopi Goldberg) will convince me otherwise.
6) Speaking of dogs, I don't like dog eating either. Beijing has kindly removed dog meat from their menus for a month. Give me a break. Again, I don't buy the "it's part of the culture therefore don't question it" nonsense. Eating dogs (and cats) is just wrong. Period. And given that country's appalling animal (and human) rights record, it's one of the MANY reasons why I won't let mom watch the Olympics this year.

Hey, can you tell we were a bit grumpy while writing this? ;)

I hereby invite any kitty reading this to participate. But mom says it might be better to be in an upbeat mood when doing so, and that refraining from political rants might not be such a bad idea either. But then again, snort.


Tagged By The Tweakster

June 10th 2008 5:33 pm
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The rules are: tell 5 fabulous things about you, and then tag 5 more kitties.

Only five? Only kidding! Okay, here goes:

1. Joy:

I provide my mom with great joy. In part because Joy is my middle name, and I want to live up to the name that was hand-picked especially for me, but mainly because, well, I am just THAT fabulous. *wink*

(p.s. Mom says I smell so good, that if she could, she'd bottle my scent and call it Eau de Chat KJ. True!)

2. Beauty:

I am way more photogenic than mom. The proof is on Explore (Flickr's toy that picks 500 top photos of the day), where I have been and mom has not. Need I say more? Snort.

3. Hope:

I have bitten my mom. What does that have to do with hope? Well, mom (with her convoluted self-help human logic which I don't always discourage) figures that my biting her means I'm more comfortable expressing my true feelings, and that I'm no longer afraid of being myself. Whatever. Biting is now allowed! Yes!!

4. Patience (or Indulgence, whichever you prefer):

Clearly, mom has inherited her writing skills from me, and not the other way around, as she will sometimes misguidedly claim. However, to not shatter that particular pretence, I let her indulge in writing projects that have nothing to do with me. Why they would be of interest to anyone I don't know, but they seem to keep her happy. Her latest blog Think Outside The Piggy Bank is a good example of my endless patience.

5. Philosophy:

Okay, the above was written somewhat tongue-in-cheek, but as a feline philosopher I do take my job seriously, and what I'm most proud of (and this may or may not be considered fabulous by some) is that I'm trying to guide her beliefs about the relationships between human and non-human animals. I won't elaborate here as that could be a whole separate post, but I think it's slowly dawning on her that while she's always believed that pets are not property, maybe other non-human animals shouldn't be considered property either. Yep, a huge shift in thinking, which could lead to big changes in behaviour as well, but I had better stop for now methinks.

6. The last fabulous thing about me is that I'm a non-conformist, and try to break some of the rules some of the time. So, if you're reading this, consider yourself tagged and tell us why you're fabulous in as many ways as you like! :)


Reason, Season or Lifetime

May 27th 2008 1:57 pm
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Yesterday was my 3-year Anniversary on Catster, but to be honest, I didn't feel like celebrating. Lately, whenever we log onto Catster, it seems like another kitty (or their person) has passed away, and it's just so sad. There's just so much loss of late! We read the beautiful entries posted by Simba's mom for example, and cried.

But then mom remembered something she clipped which, although it doesn't exactly cheer her up, does make her feel better sometimes, so I thought I'd share it here with those of you who haven't seen it before.

Reason, Season or Lifetime

People [and kitties!] come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do. When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on.

When people come into your life for a SEASON, it is because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it. It is real. But only for a season.

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; those things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person/people (anyway); and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant. Thank you for being a part of my life, whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime.

Now, go hug your kitty/person if you haven't already done so!

p.s. thanks for the kite Scootie Patootie!

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