February 19th 2009 10:39 pm
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...and there was a picture of Nuk. (Ok, not really ;) but you get the idea. I don't know what he whines about half the time.
We all get our nails clipped but he still gets to play "Who's hiding in the bathtub?" and he gets away with terrorising and perforating that poor shower curtain.
I recently got a "re-purposed" down comforter. My humans bought a new down alternative one to replace their 15 year old down one (only full on its sides anymore)
The lady folded it up into a large puffy square and covered it with a fleece blanket for me.
It's like a pillow bed for a queen!
No other cat seems to want it, so I have claimed it for my own. It's worlds above that small faux fur "carrier mat/bed" that I'd been cramming myself onto.
About Nuk's picture inadequacy? Any quick look into each of our picture folders will reveal just who has the most pictures. (and that's just since the last one were burned onto CD and then taken off the computer!)
He *works* his way into my pictures sometimes. Do I really need a picture of me on top of the towering pile of CD suitcases with him stretching up to harrass me?
My body language on that one says it all "Leave me ALONE"
February 6th 2009 9:09 am
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Yesterday evening I heard the metal sound of our carrier doors opening and I know what that means and I went to hide under the bed.
But, the bed is not as it was. Before, I was always safe under the bed.
That heavy, heavy waterbed couldn't be moved. This new bed can move all over the room if need be.
NOWHERE is SAFE NOW!
My beloved man gently picked me up and put me in my carrier, then into the car we went. I tried to tell him "I don't want to go anywhere", but he didn't listen.
I cried all the way to the place where the people with the needles are.
I tried to hide myself in the back of my carrier, but they took me out anyway and put me on the cold steel high table.
I suffered their various indignities made upon my body. Then more carrier, car riding and home again we went.
The good news is that I don't have to suffer that again for another year.
August 10th 2008 9:29 pm
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OMC!
The 10 days that terrorize me have ended and with fireworks of course. It wasn't bad enough that today there were thunderstorms, rain and even ice balls falling from the sky. I spent most of my day in deep hiding.
I had just come out of hiding 45 minutes earlier for my treat. I had myself comfortable on the couch with my people. Then at 9:45 the fireworks started. I made myself as low to the ground as possible and slinked away to my under the bed hiding spot.
At least it's over now. The loud cars, the screaming bands of drunken pedestrians, the sirens, the fire engine horns. My home can now be quiet again and my only tormentor now will be the occasional *offensive* weather assaults.
July 4th 2008 9:11 pm
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...But I'm not one of them. *sigh*
Happy 4th of July to all the US kitties. I hope yours was better than mine.
The fireworks are terrible. I don't understand the human fascination with fire and explosions. I got to spend all of my evening under the bed, under the table, trying to hide in a corner, just generally wishing that I was safe. I know that technically I am safe. I'm in a house with my people and they would never let any harm come to me. But I can hear those fireworks even above music on the stereo or the sound of the television.
Sweets sleeps through it mostly and Nuk generally doesn't mind but the city's fireworks sent off fireworks that made 'fizzling' noises and those he ran back and forth through the house from, looking 'bothered'.
It's already after midnight and the city's fireworks ended long ago but our neighbors seems to be busy amusing themselves with who knows how many dollars worth of fireworks. Just when I think it's ended and peace has come to our area - another one starts.
Can anyone explain how in the on-again-off-again rain fireworks can even manage to be lit?
I guess this whole weekend will be the *celebration* I better stay on my toes.
June 5th 2008 9:31 am
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Our Tender, Timid One.
You are the cat who filled the *need* recompleted our home and the one who healed our hearts. We thought we would "just look around" your shelter and see if there was any cat who told us "it is time to be a two cat household again. Time to open our hearts and love again."
You knew no fear in approaching us at your shelter, and we were awestruck by your beauty. How long those 3 days seemed until we could take you home. I imagined the others in your shelter telling you "I think you're going home, those people keep returning and visiting you. I've seen this before, just you wait - you're going to be *Adopted*!
I remember wishing we could take everyone there home, but we only came for one. One special one.
It was my pleasure to take the time slowly with you, on your terms, to get you to trust us. To get you to the understanding, that you are safe, will always be safe, and that for the rest of your life - we are your people and yes! we will always love you.
There is something that flutters wildly in my chest when I just look at you or bury my face in your softest fur. To hear or feel you purring when you choose to sleep on us or sit with us fills me with such tenderness.
To see you now so in love with your 'beloved man' thrills me, when at first you seemed to not even like men. To see you now not flinch and cower when you see a foot anywhere near you lift off the floor, this makes me smile. We did something right!
I know that we can never erase the bad things you have seen, the bad places you have been, or the bad people you have known. But we can make sure that your time with us is as easy, and as loving as can possibly be.
Dear Taag, please know with absolute certainty, that we could not possibly love you more - until tomorrow. And so it goes... for all the days of our life together. Each new day a love anew.
This is a special Tail of Devotion
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June 3rd 2008 11:27 pm
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Winnie tagged me...
So here's how you play this version: List 5 facts about yourself and then list 5 cats to tag.
My 5 facts:
1. I have seniority in this house, and I'm the oldest but I'm not the boss.
2. I'm not allowed to be on the human's bed past 5:30 am. If I forget this fact Nuk will *remind* me it's time to move by sitting on me.
3. I would rather eat catnip than play with it or roll in it.
4. I prefer quiet evenings at home, sitting with my beloved man, to any kind of 'excitement.'
5. I know the sound of the cellar door opening, and will stop whatever I'm doing and rush to get down there. Despite seeing for myself, that there's nothing much interesing there.
I am tagging:
1. Puddles
2. Nigel
3. Gimli
4. Charlie
5. River
May 16th 2008 8:59 pm
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There is an animal shelter/rescue in North Carolina called:
Transylvania Animal Alliance Group? (TAAG)
No... That's not the shelter I'm from and it's not where my name comes from.
Sadly my own shelter was closed last October after Bartonella ran through it.
Seven weeks after a veterinarian ordered 19 infected cats to be euthanised at my shelter, The Borough Council decided to close it permanently.
I'm glad I had already found a home almost 2 years earlier, but I wonder sometimes about my friends who were there. Who was sick? who remained healthy and made it out safely to other area shelters? and who found their forever homes before the Bartonella came? I guess I will never know, but I can remember their kitty faces sometimes and they each hold the place in my heart.
It makes me extra thankful for my home, for the forever love, attention and care I have here.
I will always remember how *lucky* I am.
July 26th 2007 7:00 am
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1. I'm the only cat here who likes to be under things, under blankets, under the bed, under tables, under the dresser.
2. I hate any weather except sunny windless days - the sound of wind, rain, hail or thunder sends me hiding for hours.
3. I can be amused with a simple ball of crinkled crumpled up paper.
4. I'm a *treat scammer* Even if I just had my treats, I will try asking soon afterwards for more.
5. I'm the feline alarm clock. I wake my man human every morning between 6am and 7am.
6. I can't stand my paws touched - DON'T DO IT!!!
7. I carry my favourite pink pom-pom toy in my mouth to my desired playing location.
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