The Me Me Game

THE RULES
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to write about themselves (the seven random facts) as well as the rules in their diary. You need to select seven cats to tag and list their names. Don't forget to leave them a comment (via p-mail) telling them that they've been tagged and that they need to read your diary for more information. My family is going to play by altered rules and we are not going to tag other kitties. Mom was on vacation for a week and came home to a mail box full of 'tags'

MY SEVEN FACTS
1. I only meow when I'm afraid. Otherwise, I chatter
2. I like 'gentle spankings' on my rear and on my flank.
3. I am a Kitty Crack (kibble) Head. I can hear the bag rattle no matter where I am in the house and will come running.
4. My favorite toy is the Star Chaser. I love to lie on top of it.
5. I spend a lot of time under my mom's bed.
6. I have problems with chronic feline acne.
7. I LOVE Zuke's salmon treats.

Kitties I tagged:

I'm not tagging any other kitties.

Meet Weeble! We sponsored her in memory of Bubbie.

We sponsored Weeble through Best Friends Animal Sanctuary https://www.bestfriends.org/donate/sponsorRandom.cfm.
Bubbi e was a very special cat and Weeble is a very special NEEDS cat! We think Bubbie would feel good about helping her. Here is her story:


Weeble got her name because of her severe neurological condition. When she's trying to sit still, she often seems to bob or dance in place. When she tries to walk, her feet go all over the place, and as a result, she often sticks close to the walls in case she falls. But Weeble is an angel. It absolutely warms her heart when someone approaches and pets her. She is soft as a baby. Give her just a little bit of tenderness, and you'll see the love fill her eyes. It's hard for her, but she's always trying to reach out. She's extremely gentle.

She was born in 1993 without good motor coordination. She is also incontinent. She used to have a family, but the family gave her up because they had a new child and having Weeble was "like having a second child". Because of her twitching, they described her as "a messy eater". She often knocked things over by accident in her attempts to walk. And though she tried very hard with the continence issue, often making it through the kitty door in time, just as often, she didn't make it. So they gave her up. Weeble now lives here at Best Friends, and we're happy to have her! We still have hope that she might some day find a family.

A Poem to My Beautiful Flower

My little Miss Moggamuffin, so pretty and sweet
You should know my aim is to sweep you off your feet
And it is my most sincerest of hopes
That no other tom cat will kiss your pink nose
Or speak words of love with sweet foreign words
Mine longs to be the only voice that is heard
Your beautiful face and whiskers, my kitten
Have left me so terribly, hopelessly smitten
So I will say, with a heart you've made soar
I will definitely, positively, assuredly be yours!
And what do we say to that brother of yours
To defend your honor and even the score?
It sound like serious sour grapes to me
Or possibly a case of sibling rivalry
Perhaps if he found a girl of his own
He’d keep himself busy and leave you alone
For toms needing love, I would tell him to rush
To a forum on this site that is called Catster Crush
There are plenty of girls there in need of romance
This sounds to me like Luci’s best chance!
So for now, bel fiore, I bid you adieu
I sleep tonight with sweet dreams of you.


My sweet, sweet Emmagan! Don't you worry about that bad Lucivar, I know what you are about and I see you differently than a brother sees you! You are my sweet, beautiful flower and nothing can change that!

Happy Anniversary, Mom, Part II

So, after a little foray into a near-by neighborhood, in search of food and females, I return to my home base and find that my brother is nowhere to be found! I looked around in all of our best hiding places; I called to him, but nothing. Then I noticed that there was some really primo, stinky cat food in the bowl in our carrier. I was a little suspicious about the premium food, and also, the carrier smelled a little funny, like scaredness. I didn't know if Colby got hurt in there or what. But my appetite outweighed my apprehension, and I went in. Just then, SLAM, LOCK - the door on the carrier was closed. What the heck?? This must be what happened to Colby. So up I also went to the little tiny room, and there was my brother, terrified and hiding behind the toilet. Man was he happy to see me! Mom sat down on the floor and started talking to us. She reached behind the toilet and pulled Colby out by his scruff and held him up close to her. His heart was beating a hundred miles a minute and his eyes were as big as saucers. Then, after a while, it was my turn. I was scared too, don't get me wrong. Mom talked real soft and nice to us, and she blinked her eyes at us a lot. Sometimes she would look at us and just close her eyes. That's cat talk for "I trust you".

So began our up close and personal relationship with mom. She came in and spent time with us every day as much as she could. She petted us, held us, blinked at us, and sang a very special song to us. She sang it to us a lot and it made us feel better.

After a few days, she thought it would be OK to let us into her room, but that was probably not a good idea. When she tried to Colby out from under the bed, she chased him back and forth and back and forth and finally was able to get him by the leg. When she went to pull him out, Lucy hissed at him and it freaked him out. That, on top of mom chasing him and chasing him, he was beyond his limit and he bit mom. And when I say bit her, all of his teeth, top and bottom, sunk into mom's hand as deep as they would go. Mom thought that she if she could just get a better grip on him, she could get him back into the bathroom. So, undaunted, she tried to put a pillow over his head had switch grips. Well, now I know why they say "Once bitten, twice shy", except in her case it was "Twice bitten, once stupid"...hehe! Yep, as you guess, he bit her again on her other hand. His fang teeth went all the way through her thumb on the other hand. She finally wised up and let him go and he ran into the bathroom. When she came in there a few minutes later, Colby was cowering in the bathtub, with mom's blood on his mouth. She told him that it was OK, that she knew he didn't mean to bite her, that she was wrong and she shouldn't have scared him.

Of course, in her defense, the WAS mom's first experience with a feral cat. She's learned a lot since then. At any rate, the next day, when everyone saw her hands, they made her go to the emergency doctor, where she got a shot of penicillin in her butt, antibiotics and pain pills. It was about a week before she could fully use her hands. But Colby was sorry.

So we stayed in mom's bedroom and bathroom for almost three months before we got to come out into the house. We are still shy, but not nearly as shy as we were then. It's been a year but we're still not like normal cats and we probably will always be scared and shy, but at least we're happy.

So our present last Catmas was to be taken out of the cold and danger of outside and to be brought into a warm, safe and loving home. We got some real presents too, like toys, but that, by far, is the best present we've ever gotten.

So mom, happy anniversary, Merry Catmas and thank you for loving us and being so patient with us

What's in a Name?

Some people take a lot of time choosing a name for their pet. Some people name them after famous actors or musicians, some are named for their colors, and so on. Some people shouldn't be allowed to name animals...haha! For a while I thought my mom was one of those people!

My first name was Everclear. I like my new name better! When me and my brother, Colby, starting hanging out in my mom's yard, she wanted to call him Marmalade or Rusty, because he's orange. Her sister told her that wasn't very creative and that Colby told her that he wanted to be called Butter Shotz, like the butterscotch liquor, and Shot Shotz for short *rolls eyes*. I happen to know that he NEVER said any such thing. He also didn't want to be called Marmalade, but I've never told mom that. Anyway, she went ahead and started calling him Butter Shotz. Since I'm mostly white, she decided she'd call me Everclear. Luckily she didn’t want to call me Peppermint Schnapps or something even sillier. We have another brother that mom wasn't able to catch and she called him Triple Sec, because he's also orange like Colby, and because she had to stick with the liquor theme. Since we are obviously so adorable, the people at the cat rescue where my mom volunteered couldn’t understand why we weren’t generating more interested. Some people thought that folks might be put off by cats named after liquor, so mom decided we’d try a name change. Thank goodness!!! She had always called me Handsome Jack McCoy and I really liked that, so she decided she would call me Jack. That’s a really good name, very manly. But she doesn’t think that cats should have one syllable names, so she calls me Jack Jack, which I also like. So instead of a liquor theme, she went with a cheese theme…I’m Jack, like Monterrey Jack cheese and Colby is, well, like Colby cheese since he’s orange. I guess she could have called him Colby-Jack since he’s orange and white, but she would have had to call me Gouda or Swiss or Muenster or something. I like Jack better.

Her neighbor, Miss Lucy (the person, not my foster sister), was looking at me through the door one day and going on and on about how handsome I am and she referred to me as ‘that leopard cat’, I guess because of my spots of gray tabby. When my mom told me that, I got all puffed up. Yeah, like who WOULDN’T like to be called a leopard cat??? So now she sings me silly little songs about Jack Jack the Leopard Cat. I like it when mom sings to me, no matter what she sings about. When me and Colby first came inside and were really scared, mom would come sit in the bathroom with us and pet us and sing “Mommy loves me this I know, for my mommy tells me so, little cats to her belong, they are weak but she is strong, yes mommy loves me, yes mommy loves me, yes mommy loves me, my mommy tells me so.” She said it was a song she used to sing in church when she was little, but she changed the words because she thought the song would make us feel better, and it did! We both still love that song.

So back to the original question, what’s in a name? Well you tell me….Everclear or Jack Jack the Leopard Cat??