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Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Cat Castles & Pet News


Since Dragon Boy has shed big baby crocodile tears about things getting a bit "depressing" topic-wise lately, I figure we'll stir up some happy talk so he doesn't get his tail in a twist.

I was spending time with the cats last night, and they kill me the way they discard favorite places. Tarzan and Catfish have teepees and a variety of cat beds, not to mention their cat tree, human bed and furniture. Catfish, especially, will pick a favorite spot, and I'll see him for a week or so always in it, like his teepee. Then he won't go in it for ages, instead picking one of the other cat beds. He has some sort of rotation system going on that I can't figure out. How quickly they get bored. Are your cats like that? Dogs don't seem to do this.

Above are Pam's three cats in some sort of crazy cat contraption! Reminds me of a baby walker or fold-out sling-style lawn chair with cup holders! What pretty cats! Courney, Penelope and Brittany certainly seem to love this thing, which, by the way, has nothing on the cat-furniture inventions we all were talking about below.

Now for some news: for those of you who check out the Pets of the Week in the Sunday Leaf-Chronicle, that feature will be moving to Wednesdays mid-month. Also in the paper Wednesday will be exerpts from our Pet People blog! So keep an eye out for that. We will be expanding our community news section and will always be on the lookout for human interest stories (and pictures) of all kinds: people with interesting hobbies, good deeds, club activities, collectors, family events, church activities, animal news, classes--just about anything people are involved with in their communities. So, if you know of anything or anyone that would make for a good tale, e-mail me at sandybritt@theleafchronicle.com with your tip.

I keep promising to tell you Yogi's story, but since Dragon Boy hasn't dried his eyes yet, I will wait until this weekend to give him a chance to recover. We need him in good shape to build all our cat-traption ideas!

posted by Sandy at 2/07/2007 09:39:00 AM

45 Comments:

Blogger Pam said...

Hi Sandy, what a nice surprise to come to the blog this morning and see my babies up there. The contraption as you called it is called a Kitty Gym and contrary to what it looks like in the photo they don't use it much. They play with the mice hanging off of it once in awhile. The rest of the time they use it for a bed but only the top level so far. And all three of my girls are just like Catfish and Tarzan on thier favorite circulating spots. Right now we have two warm cozy beds, a Garfield and another with a hoodanother just sitting up in the bedroom. I washed them up so they would smell al nice and whawt did the girls do? The took turns snifing and walking inside and since ignored them both. I made them a soft bed with a pillow and baby blannket and it's sitting on the dresser. Penelope and Brittany take turns with that and all three like the bed but the nice kitty beds---------- it's like who cares? We have really nice wicker ones too but they never cared about them either. Samantha and Cosette loved the beds but these guys,not!
Sandy I was like you and had planned to tell Cosettes story today just to get it over with but I'll wait now too. To tell you the truth I'm a bit relieved not to do it yet. I'm a little in agreement with Dragon, I've had more sadness for a few days than I care for so a break from that will be nice.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007 10:36:00 AM  
Blogger Pam said...

P.S. We have a TeePee too, ours is red. I have some cute photos of Cosette in it, she loved it so much! I'll try to get a photo of her in it ti you sometime.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007 10:38:00 AM  
Blogger Skeeter said...

Pam,
Your fur babies are filled with beautiful colors! Our Skeeter boy was a yellow short haired tabby. My girls both have silky long shiny black fur coats. They are mutt cats of course but I believe they have a touch of Turkish Angora in them with their traits. Cheetah has little tucks of hair off her ear points that are plain adorable! I would have never thought of me having a black cat but that is what God sent us from the woods that day and I love them just the same as I would any animal under my care!

I don’t understand why some people have a stigma about Black cats. Just before Christmas I was purchasing some ornaments at a local Christmas store. The three sales people dealing with me were talking about black cats and how they are bad luck and how strange things happen to people because of black cats and how they think black cats are creepy. Bla bla bla…I tried to keep my mouth shut. Hubby and I made eye contact and I was hoping they would change the subject as they started to ring up and wrap my ornaments. But no, they chatted on as to how people with black cats are not normal people. Hubby gave me that “stay out of it” glare but nope, not my nature! I just could not stand there and let them continue to bash black cats with their ignorance. I had to be a voice for them. I tried to keep a calm manner but inside I was angry so I may have been a bit sarcastic in my tone to them. I told them that I find their statements stupid because if black cats were bad luck, then I should have died from my two years ago! I have found my cats to bring me nothing but a life filled with love and good luck. I told them they were not too smart to believe such ignorant things. All three of them just looked at me with that ‘Duh’ glow on their faces. They did not say one more word to me as they checked me out. I guess they were scared some bad vibes would crawl out of my skin and get them or maybe I was a witch and would put a hex on them! I am sure I was the talk of the countertop once I left the store but I told hubby I did not care because they were very immature to think such silly things about any animal and they kind of offended me with their comments… I tell you one thing, if I had the powers, I would have made a hundred black cats run in the store and jump up on the counter top that very minute. I would have gotten a chuckle out of seeing them pee in their pants!

Sandy,

Our girls change nap spots as you mentioned! We say, it is a Cat Thang! Hubby and I have talked about it and we think that it may be instinct taking over in them. We say this from observing the deer in the woods. When they have fawns, they never leave them in the same spot twice. I think cats keep on the move also, so no predator will spot them. Sheba moves more often then Cheetah but Sheba had to live in the woods and survive a bit before she found us. Her kitten Cheetah was not in the woods for long therefore, we don’t think she built up such strong instincts such as Sheba. Cheetah likes routine and does not move around as much as Sheba but she still does move around. Yep, it’s a cat thang!

Wednesday, February 07, 2007 11:19:00 AM  
Blogger jdt said...

We have the exact same Kitty Gym for our cats. Sometimes my husband and I feel guilty because we pay more attention to our four pomeranian monsters than the two cats, Chance (a huge black with white accents cat) and Scruffy (a super soft calico). SO one day we were out shopping and saw the kitty gym, my husband insisted on getting it for the cats. After putting it together, the cats weren't sure if they liked it or not. Over time they will go in it and play with the mice. I think they use it more as an escape from Annabelle (the pomeranian that is our baby) She is always trying to play with the cats, but after awhile tey don't want to play anymore so Chance goes and hides in the kitty gym. I have to say I think one day I am going to find Annabelle sitting in the bottom of the kitty gym, just to annoy Chance.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007 12:08:00 PM  
Blogger Sandy Britt said...

Jennifer, I am SO jealous! You said, " my husband insisted on getting it for the cats." Hell would truly freeze over if The Boss EVER said something like that! LOL. If he DID ever say something like, that I'd know he was possessed, a fake, a non-evil twin or that he just suffered some sort of mental breakdown after living with me and the pets for 15 years! LOL. I must drag him here and have him read it!

And Skeeter, I know what you mean about black cats. Black dogs for that matter. They are always the least chosen in shelters. The even call it "black dog syndrome." Labs are popular and there are SO many available. Also, black animals don't photograph as well, and we all know that adorable pictures mean a lot when people are looking online.

Glad you said something! I would have too!

Wednesday, February 07, 2007 12:36:00 PM  
Blogger Adrienne said...

My Jazzy is a black cat. I detest people that are ignorant. When we lived in CO there was a cult that would take you black animals and do god knows what with them. That's how Jazzy became an indoor cat. (Well that and the mountain lions.)It makes me so mad! OK, I have to stop, I'm steaming.

Jazzy likes to move from window to window. He will hang out in one for a few days and than move to another. I know he would love to have another buddy besides the dogs, but my Hubby put his foot down and said no. Jazzy will see another cat outside from one window and when he can no longer see it, he will run to another window. It's so sad. But hubby had a fit when I brought Jazzy home and I'm not ready to push that envelope again right now. He does what we call “run by pawings” where he runs up to one of the dogs and swats them, then takes of running, or he waits around a corner for you to walk by and will leap out. Usually he does it to Oscar who will chase after him. It has become a game.

So I have a question about male cats. Jazzy is my first. I've always had females. Why do males purr louder than females? He sounds like he swallowed a boat motor. I don't mind it, I kind of like that he purrs as much as he does, it lets me know he’s happy. My females would purr occasionally, but nothing like him. I'm guessing it has to be a mating thing. Does anyone know?

Wednesday, February 07, 2007 1:25:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

Skeeter, you go girl go!!!!!!!!! I am so glad you told those idiots off! It makes me so angry to hear things like that, stupid people! I worry so much about black cats at Halloween. I try to remind people to keep thier black cats inside for the week before and after Halloween but some people think I'm being silly. Anyway good for you that you told those dummies off! Thanks, I think my girls are beautiful!Your black cats sound beautiful too. And black dogs are beautiful as well!
jdt., did you day to call you Jen? I'm with Sandy about being jealous,my husband is like Sandy's Boss, he wouldn't insist on buying things for the cats. In fact this morning I needed to clip thier nails and I said come here Daddy and help me. He said I am not the cat's Daddy! I said yes you are, youo are the Dad in this house and you are thier Dad just like I'm thier Mom! He was just being a--h---. I can't complain too much because even though he bitches about me buying them stuff he puts up with it. And he doesn't complain too much about the donations we give.
Adrienne, I think the loud purring is according to the cat not the gender cause my Samantha had a real loud purr and so does my Brittany. In fact I think Tigers was quieter than either of them.
And you mention Jazzy hitting. My grand kittys both hit but Gracie really pack a punch. They are declawed so they make up for that by hitting. Gracie slapped me in the face one day and it was like getting hit by a boxer, I'm not kidding! She slapped the s--t right out of me,ha! She can hold her own.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007 2:37:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

P.S. Skeeter after thinking about it, you should have said as you were leaving that store. You girls need to be very very careful where you go because there are some really dranged people out there that don't take too kindly to those who talk about black cats taht way and if any of them heard the things I just heard you say whoa- you just better watch out. Those people don't speak up like I just did, they just get thier revenge in other ways, as I said be careful! Ha.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007 2:46:00 PM  
Blogger Shannon said...

Hmm...my male cat does something weird too Adrienne (those boys-always have to be different) He doesn't meow very much. He makes that throaty chirp sound instead of meowing. I'm not sure if I am describibg it right-kind of hard to describe-but we noticed it immediately as a kitten. He uses that sound to talk to us and the other animals instead of a meow. If he meows-we know he is really upset and we all stop what we are doing and look.

My daughter has a twin bed with a trundle bed underneath it. If I can't find my kitties, I know to look there, They love to get under the bed on top of the trundle. It's nice and dark and fluffy there...kind of making me want to take a nap talking about it.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007 2:51:00 PM  
Blogger Birdie said...

What a weird thing..LOL Just the other day I said to my husband : How come Socks is not sleeping on his climbing tree anymore? He used to sleep on that tree all time. When Birdie would try and make her way up there... he would defended like it was HIS castle. Now, he doesn't even give the tree a second look. I think he thinks it is full of Birdie cooties and below him therefore his royal highness can not be bothered with it. So, here it stands the climbing tree...lonely in the living room..waiting for another cat to claim it..

PS: His newest thing is the laundry basket. The clothes have been evicted and a new kingdom has been declared.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007 3:09:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

Shannon, Penelope my talker does a chirping sound too. I don't know if it's the same sound as your cat but it is a throaty low chirping sound almost like she is rolling her tongue. Do you know what I mean? It is hard to describe but is kind of like "biliurp" only drawn out. Doea that sound familiar or even close to how yours sounds? I usually try to copy her and do it abck when she makes the sound. she just looks at me then usually runs off.
birdie, I can't leave a laundry basket in the floor at all. Brittany and Penelope both love them but especially Penelope. She is the one who is most interested in a variety of things. She'll sit or lay in the basket for hours. I have a small laundry basket I use just for kitchen towels and that is her favorite one. Sometimes I put a large laundry basket on top of her and tell her she's in jail and she doesn't even care.
The cats are something else and so much fun to watch.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007 5:43:00 PM  
Blogger Skeeter said...

Shannon,
How was your nap? You talking about the cats under the bed reminded me of a funny that Skeeter once pulled on me. As hubby says, I am a worry wart! According to him, I worry about all kinds of stupid things. I always know at any given time of the day where my babies are located in the home. We do not have children therefore, I think my mommy skills run over onto the fur babies! I always said if I did have children that they would hate me because I would smother them and drive them nuts!

Anyway, one time while in Germany, I could not find Skeeter. I looked high and low and he was no where to be found! I looked in the dryer and washing machine, which I had not used that day and I also looked in the oven and refrigerator! Hey, you never know! I was about to panic and kept on looking. Hubby was laughing at me and said, “He obviously does not want to be bothered so he is hiding”. But I know all the hiding spots and he is not in any of them! After going all around the entire apartment for a third or forth (who knows how many, I had lost track) time, and not finding him, then hubby too became a bit worried. Skeeter was declawed and I always feared he would get outside and not be able to defend himself. We lived on the top floor of a 4 story apartment and I even went outside and looked over the edge thinking the worst! Hubby finally jumped into the search with me. Probably more so to shut me up then to find him. With his searching, out came the important tools like a flashlight! We went to the bed, and were on either side of it. Hubby shined the light under the bed and nothing. Then I got a glimpse of something that did not look right. I told hubby to hold the light still and in a certain place. Yep, there he was, probably laughing his little furry butt off at me. On the move to Germany, the box springs had gotten a small tear in it. Well, that little stinker had pulled the tear just enough to squeeze his thin butt up and into the box springs! Hubby and I got the best laugh out of that little stunt! I was so mad at him for worrying me like that, that the next day I took gray duct tape and taped up the hole so he would never do that to me again! So because of his stunt, we now had a Redneck bed! I am sure he had been spying that hiding spot for weeks and then the perfect time of opportunity came for him. With my good hearing, I am surprised I did not hear him making the hole bigger!

He slipped out onto the porch one time and I also lost him in another apartment when my parents were visiting us in Colorado, but I will share those stories another time. I always worry with him being declawed and getting loose outside. So when our girls showed up and with us living in the woods, we decided that we would not declaw our girls. In our woods, they would indeed need to be able to defend themselves if they ever got outside. So I dedicated my time and patients to training them to not scratch the furniture. It is true, you can train a cat to not scratch but it takes lots of dedication and time. You just have to stay on top of them at all times and I did just that….

Wednesday, February 07, 2007 6:11:00 PM  
Blogger Skeeter said...

Pam,
If you had been there with me that day, we would have both given them snotty clerks hell! Between the two of us, I bet we would have had them shaking in their shoes!

Sandy,
I was aware of the black cat fears but I have not heard of anything of the like for dogs! How sad for black doggies. My brother had a black lab for many years. I am not sure how old Roxie was but she had to be close to 14 or so. She lived longer then most large dogs do. She was a sweet heart and never caused them any problems. They still miss that old gal… Our good friends have a Sheppard/Lab mix that is built like a Sheppard, but has the black color and mannerism of a lab. Lobo is a really good dog and a house dog! His mommy is German and he was raised inside like all good German dogs are. He is a funny dog. He lies on his back and snores! He loves to play ball with hubby…

Wednesday, February 07, 2007 6:23:00 PM  
Blogger Adrienne said...

I had a cat, Roo, who loved to climb into the box springs of our old bed. We too had a redneck bed with duct tape. Except Roo kept making new wholes. All my cats except Jazzy have tried to hide in the boxsprings come to think of it. That must be a cat thing too.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007 7:27:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

Skeeter, you bet we'd have torn those stupid girls up. Now I am ordinialy a VERY nonconfrontational person and it takes a lot for me to speak up on things like that but--- in that case having a friend who feels the same way- girl we would have kicked butt! I just hope what you said got through to thier ignorance.
Your story of Skeeter hiding reminds me of the time we deove across country from Ft. Lewis to KY. to visit family and we thought we'd lost Tiger. He wasn't crazy about staying in the hotel to start with. We were afraid someone would see him looking out the window and pets weren't allowed, we'd had to sneak him. When we were ready to check out we could't find him. The room was a regular two bed room so not a lot of places for him to hide. The bed was a wierd wood frame that went all the way to the floor so didn't see a way for him to crawl under. We looed in the closet and all over then started to panic. We didn't see how he could have possibly run outside but started thinking he must have when we were loading out suitcases back in the car. We ran all around the hotell calling him over and over. By now Kerry and I are crying and praying like crazy, after 30 minutes my husband said, we can't wait any longer we have to go. We were devastated! Jon looked at his food dish and asked, do you want to keep it? I said of course! I said well let's just go through the room one mre time. Jon then figured out that the weird bed actually raised up off the base and when he did that. ther ws Tiger curled up inside the bed frame just as happy as a clam! Well we were a happy bucnh let me tell you! We started thanking the Lord over and over for letting us find him. We were sick at the thought we had almost left him! Man how out pets can scare us!
How neat that your brother had a Roxie too, that is our grand dogs name. As I said before our Roxie thinks she is a big kitty since she was raised with Callie and Gracie her cat sisters.
Shannon, Penelope was just doing her little chirping thing and I listened carefully. Hers is a little more high pitched than what you said. I was thinking it was lower than what it is. Hers is more of a girly sound,ha. Also she does it every time she jumps down from anything like the bed or island and even the kitty gym.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007 7:41:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

And just where is Dragon? Is he dragin his butt somewhere? He complained about the subject of lost pets being depressing. we said we'd give him a break. we're playing ice so Mr. bad boy where did you go? I need to let you know that something came up and I can't work on the sketch of the logo this week but we have plenty of time. First we all need to get together and talk about these great ideas we have, right girls?

Wednesday, February 07, 2007 8:06:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

And just where is Dragon? Is he dragin his butt somewhere? He complained about the subject of lost pets being depressing. we said we'd give him a break. we're playing ice so Mr. bad boy where did you go? I need to let you know that something came up and I can't work on the sketch of the logo this week but we have plenty of time. First we all need to get together and talk about these great ideas we have, right girls?

Wednesday, February 07, 2007 8:06:00 PM  
Blogger dragon said...

Hi Pammy-pooh, I'm right here. sorry for the delay on my post. I work quite a bit, and I cannot access the internet at work.

Alright for some happy talk. Do I have influence or what?

By the way Sandy, Dragon does not shed big baby crocodile tears! And they were not depressing topics. I have seen all comments on the subject and I just chose not to post on the topic at hand. By no means will I ever belittle any one intentionally. I do respect each and all of you on your thoughts and comments on such sensitive subjects. My own thoughts are a little different and could be easily misunderstood. I am not a thoughtless cold human being. Just a different thought process.

My wife asked if she needed to make arrangements for the varmints if something should happen to her. Her concern is because of her interpretation of my language and attitude. I tried to assure her there is no need for her to make arrangements for the varmints. I will treat them well. Take them to the vet, clean their dang litter box, and see to it that their every need is taken care of. Oh hell, I just made myself swell up. What have ya’ll done to me…

Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Come on, let’s go get little chicky-pooh, and go over to Boss man. I wonder if he has got the Jacuzzi up and going by now. Now there’s a thought. Dogs, cats, and chicky-poohs in the Jacuzzi. No, no that won’t work. Dogs and cats shed. They will clog up the filter. But they can sit on the deck and watch. There you go wifey, I told you I’ll take care of the varmints, and even the King Feline Ungrateful Evil Monster Demon Devil Cat.

And Sandy, if my eyes are still wet, it’s because Boss man put too much chlorine in the Jacuzzi.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007 8:54:00 PM  
Blogger Braveheart said...

Totally off topic of all happy things....but a cat topic none the less....how can I get my new cat Odin's bottom to stop smelling like pee?!
Okay okay...weird question I know...but he has been overweight for so long that he had quit grooming himself before I got him....so I have shampooed his back side, used Nature's Miracle for fur, brushed out the knots by his bum etc.
He just STINKS no matter what I do.
Poor guy.
Any suggestions would be great.

Good Morning Sandy!
:)

Thursday, February 08, 2007 6:41:00 AM  
Blogger Shannon said...

OK Dragon, I woke up from my nap and you have got me laughing. Thanks for rejoining us. Ya'll are very nice-when I refer to my husbands future " when I'm gone woman" she is called "that b*tch" haha..no insecurity here. Sorry..I probably shouldn't say that. I have only had one cup of coffee this morning so bear with me.

Pam, yes you described the noise perfectly. It is more a rolling of the tongue. I also make the noise back to my Bubba and I have to roll my tongue. We noticed it when he jumped down off of furniture when he was a kitten but now he does it constantly. Sometimes he combines it with a meow for a yodle sound. And Pam my hubby is in B co. I am the same way-unless I see people at the functions I probably don't know them.

Skeeter, I would have helped you with those ding dong clerks too. I can't stand ignorance towards animals. Good for you for standing up the way you did! I had heard of people disliking black cats because of their color(and the persons stupidity) but never dogs.

And Skeeter, your story of the boxsprings made me laugh. I was out showing houses one day(ya'll real estate is really fun-you see the darndest things sometimes..ok its really early- is darndest a word?) I took my clients into a home that we had been instructed not to let the cats out. We are walking around and we see no cats. After about 10 minutes in the house, we are standing in the living room and out of a small hole in the side of the couch, 2 cats pop out, then a third. It was hysterical. These people had a red-neck sofa I guess.

Off for more coffee. I think I need it considering the hard time I am having communicating and spelling this morning.

Thursday, February 08, 2007 6:44:00 AM  
Blogger Shannon said...

Braveheart,

My Bubba has the same problem except his bottom smells like poop also. I would love to hear any suggestions also. I have been using babywipes to keep him fresh and non-crusty. We do have him on a diet now to reduce his weight. I'm not sure if its the weight keeping him from grooming himself or he is just a lazy boy..

Natures Miracle sounds like a good idea-hadn't thought of that. Does that cover up the smell in the fur?

Thursday, February 08, 2007 6:50:00 AM  
Blogger Skeeter said...

Braveheart and Shannon,
Hubby has this problem but he is just always gassy! LOL
Luckily my girls do not have the same problems as Bubba and Oldin seem to have. But I would like to make a suggestion. Shave their little behind area a bit to keep the fur away from touching things...

Now don’t y’all go saying you cannot clip a cat because hubby and I clip our girls about every 6-8 weeks. We clip everything except their head, tail and just above the paws. It is no easy task but we have success. They sure do look like different cats with their fur cuts.

Even though they are inside only babies the house does get a chill in it during the winter. So their fur is a bit longer then I would like for now. I always dread the first clipping of the year because their fur is so long, thus taking longer to clip and they loose their patience with us soon after we start the process.

When they came into our life, Cheetah was solid black and had a white ring around her neck. (They have a mane of sorts to their neck. Cheetah more so then Sheba.) She looked like a little monkey! We call her Monkey more then we seem to call her Cheetah. As she grew older the white faded away. This was before we clipped them and only brushed them daily. Now after the clippings, her mane grows out with brown and rust colors…?... Sheba showed up being solid black but with a dusting of white by her mouth. That faded away on its own in time. Now Sheba grows white on the back side of her hind legs and butt area. Her little back side is so cute when she walks and twitches! It looks as though she is wearing pantaloons.

What would cause the color changing?
Do any of your cats fur color change over time?
Are we the only ones to have nicknames for our girls also?

Thursday, February 08, 2007 12:20:00 PM  
Blogger Skeeter said...

Forgot to say why we clip the girls....
It keeps the flying cat hair to a minium in the house. Mommy takes pride in a clean house and we can all live in harmony with less cat hair! But even with clippings, there is cat hair in this house! I still find Skeeters hairs on winter coats each year and he has been gone for 5 years now!

Thursday, February 08, 2007 12:26:00 PM  
Blogger Sandy Britt said...

Braveheart, are you sure the smell is from urine in the fur? This is gross, but do you express his anal glands? A lot of time, especially in overweight pets, they have a problem with those and then when they "leak" it smells awful! I know the vet uses a spray on my dogs' butts when he expresses their glands--and nothing stinks worse than that! Maybe he needs a professional squeeze for SBS (stinky butt syndrome). People always talk about how bad cat urine smells, but I never smell it in the box. Maybe a change of food?

But I must agree that shaving the hair around the area would help if indeed that is where it's clinging to.

Skeeter, as to nicknames--you might not have been posting when we brought up this topic. ALL my pets have nicknames. They just come up! Scooter is: Pooterman, Pootie Tootie or just Pooter. Zoe is O-E or Ragamuffin (and sometimes Ragamuffin Snuffaluffalus) Peanut is Little Man. Catfish is Bubby (combination of Bubba and Buddy) or Bublinsky (I'm half Polish, so he is too!) Lately I've been calling him "Chunky Monkey" because I think he's gained a few. Tarzan is Puff Puff or Squawl-e-wag or Squawly becauase he's a loud and often meower. Sometimes I call him Budda belly.

Skeeter, I got your photos and emails and I promise when I get time I will post them. Things will be crazy for a bit with changes at work--I go day shift next week--so don't think I forgot you!

Thursday, February 08, 2007 1:15:00 PM  
Blogger Skeeter said...

Sandy,
Your nicknames are sooo funny! Budda belly reminds me of a nickname we once had for Sheba. When she was living in the woods, who knows how often she got to eat. So when we first took her in, she would gorge herself as if she was not sure she would get another meal. She is a petite girl but her little belly would swell up and be so tight that we would call her little watermelon belly! After about a year with us, she stopped gorging herself and the belly went away along with the nickname. Hubby and I were reminiscing about that a few days ago. He said he missed his watermelon belly but I said I am glad she is now happy and content and understands there will always be food for her. She is mostly Queenie Bee now. Cheetah has been called Chi-Chi and Princess in the past but Monkey seems to suit her best… I bet that cat could win the gold in a tree climbing contest!

Thanks for letting me know you received the pictures. I found some “before and after” hair cut pictures of the girls that are pretty funny. It is so hard to get good pictures of black cats that most of the pictures we have are not very good…

Thursday, February 08, 2007 1:34:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

Gosh Guys, I don't know where to start here cause you've brought up so many thngs we deal with. First of all the Poopy butt smell. Courtney has a poopy butt smell too because she not only has a harder time grooming because she is fat but she doesn't really care all that much,ha. Sometimes it clings to her long hair and I have to get it off and we too have resorted to cutting it off. Also we cut her hair too. She looks about 5 pounds lighter when she gets her haircuts. We can't take her to a groomer becasue she'd freak! We can't use clippers for that same reason. She gets all torn up when we do cut her hair and she releases her anal glands and boy oh, whew yucko gross!
Skeeter, my Samanths changed color as she grew older. When she was about 6 months to a year old her darker patches was much lighter lighter than when she was a year old. We look at photos and see what a difference the color is, don't know why it changed.
I wish my sweet Sammy had been able to stop the purging because no matter how much food she ate she

Thursday, February 08, 2007 4:45:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

This stupid frickin' server! Pardon my french people but this server has knocked me off about 4 times after I've written a bunch so will not try to add much more tonight.
Shannon Jon said to ask you wwhat your alst name is since he knows most everyone in BCo. I told him you may not want to do that so if not I understand and we will find out later when we meet in person if nothing else.
And yes danged is a word.

Thursday, February 08, 2007 6:03:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

P.S. Hope you can read that mess I just sent it was so full of typo's. I will continue what I got cut off with tomorrow.

Thursday, February 08, 2007 6:05:00 PM  
Blogger Shannon said...

Ok Dragon, Have to ask,,,which is worse-the morbid topics or the talk of "expressing anal glands" hahahaha...I don't want to even think about expressing anal glands...I think I need a margarita just from typing it. Is this something you normally have to do for a dog or cat? I have never heard of it so please pardon my ignorance. I guess I am blessed in that I have never had to do this. It sounds pretty bad..Who is it harder on? The one expressing or the one getting expressed?

Pam my husband is Steve Black. I think now I will have to kill you since I told you his name. Isn't that the standard answer? haha Just kidding...I also had problems posting earlier. I thought it was just my computer but maybe it is the blog?

Thursday, February 08, 2007 6:36:00 PM  
Blogger Adrienne said...

Unfortunately I have had to express anal glands on Oscar and all I can say is... wear rubber gloves, do it in the bath tub and make sure their bottom is pointed away from you. Actually it's not that hard to do, it just smells really, really bad. Usually they feel better after it's done. Any vet or groomer can show you how to do it. I have never had a dog act like it hurts; it's just kind of gross. It's like they have a zit inside their bottom.

Thursday, February 08, 2007 7:51:00 PM  
Blogger Stacey said...

Shannon, I'm with you!!!!! YUCKERS!!! I've never done it either and don't want to. I think Adrienne has given me too much informaton. ARGH!!!! I don't know if a margarita is enough for this. It may require a straight shot!

Pam, I have started highlighting my post and doing a copy of it, so that if the server boots me when I try to post it, I still have what I've typed. I had that experience a couple of weeks ago after I typed a novel myself. Or, you could even type your long posts in Word and then copy and paste them.

Thursday, February 08, 2007 9:21:00 PM  
Blogger Skeeter said...

Pam,
I bet when you found Tiger snoozing under that hotel bed, you wanted to kiss him and wring his neck all at the same time! We have “Been there done that” also with Skeeter. We sneaked him into countless hotel rooms in his 16 years. And we lost him under a hotel bed as well. We did not get as far as you and Jon with the parking lot and crying bit though. Hubby knew about the design of hotel beds so he knew Skeeter was under the bed, plus we had not opened up the door so he had to be in that room! I do indeed know the fear your letter expressed though.

One time we were relocating from VA to CO. We had the car loaded down with clothes us and the cat. This was our first major move. We were young, dumb and not familiar with kennel cages for animals. We loaded the car then at the last minute, put Skeeter in there with us and let him go free once the doors were closed. He found a spot on the floor of the back seat to hid for most of the trip. We found a hotel about 12 hours down the road and stopped the car. Hubby was not thinking and just opened up his car door without securing Skeeter first. That yellow fur-ball shot out the door like a rocket! I was screaming at hubby but it all happened so fast there was nothing we could do to stop him. He ran under the car and was in the middle where neither hubby nor I could reach him. We were calling to him and I am sure he was scared to death at our tone of voice more so then the cars whizzing up and down the interstate. I was about to have a major fit when something took over my body. I got under the car with that cat and grabbed onto him and yanked his butt out! I was crying and laughing all at the same time. With all of that commotion, we had to claim a pet and pay a higher price for him to stay with us that night. We did not have a lot of money so that one cost us big time! But that was fine with me as my baby was safe and we could get a good nights sleep without having to worry about him looking out the window of the room! Needless to say, the first purchase we made was a carrying kennel for Skeeter’s next trip!

Has anyone ever found themselves pulled over on the side of the interstate setting up a liter box in a sports car for a cat? Oh, I thought hubby was going to have a cow over that one! Over the years we learned a lot about traveling with cats. I am so good at it now, that we do not slow down for poop, puke or anything else while going 75mph on the interstate! I could write a book!

Friday, February 09, 2007 11:57:00 AM  
Blogger Adrienne said...

Skeeter, When we moved from CO to VA (how funny) We set up Stella's big kennel in the back of the truck for Jazzy. I put his litter box in it and every time we stopped for gas I would put him in it to do his thing. The rest of the time he wanted to be in my lap or under the seat. He complains when you put him in a kennel and I was not about to listen to him for 2500 miles. He likes to be loose. We are going to GA for 2 weeks in May. could use so good traveling tips for the cat. Dogs are much easier about it.

Friday, February 09, 2007 2:56:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

Shannon, Nah you're safe with the name , it's just the missions you'd have to kkill if you told about,ha. Jon says he knows him so tell him my hubby is Jon Barker.
Everyone else I have lots of more to answer to all of you but have to get off the computer for today.Will talk to all of you tomorrow!
Good evening!

Friday, February 09, 2007 6:34:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

Shannon, Nah you're safe with the name , it's just the missions you'd have to kkill if you told about,ha. Jon says he knows him so tell him my hubby is Jon Barker.
Everyone else I have lots of more to answer to all of you but have to get off the computer for today.Will talk to all of you tomorrow!
Good evening!

Friday, February 09, 2007 6:34:00 PM  
Blogger Sandy Britt said...

My vet tried to show me how to do the anal glands, but I can't seem to do it. Not all dogs need it done, they are supposed to take care of themselves and not get blocked up. If a dog is scooting on its butt, that's usually the problem. I never heard of doing it to a cat, but I'm sure they have problems too? Or maybe because they can more easily groom themselves they take care if it themselves?

Friday, February 09, 2007 7:47:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

Sandy,On anal gland expression, I'm no expert on the subject but I think cats just do it on thier own when they get upset or distressed. Ask Suzanne or Gerta. I'd never heard of it till they came out to help me give Courtney her haircuts and she did it when she got upset. It was such a foul smell! I'm glad it isn't something they do normally.
Yes Skeeter, I was so relieved when we found Tiger! I really was too happy to see him to get mad at him that time, I really thought we'd lost him. Man what these animals can put us through.

Saturday, February 10, 2007 10:16:00 AM  
Blogger Pam said...

Talking about names we call our animals, if I wrote them all down we 'd have a page I think.For exzample here's a few. Penelope gets called , little one, "widdle One", Nellope, The Pooper, Farty Fart, Sweetie tweetie, sweetiekins. Brittany is called Britty kitty, Pretty Britty kitty,Britty cat, Courtney is called Courty kitty, Pretty courty kitty, fat cat, big girl, scardy cat ,( she's our more nervous and shy one )and all three are called, Little love, pookie boo, pookie boo boo,sweetums tweetums poo poo, ( took that from one name I called my daughter when she was little too )sweetie cat, and that is enough for now,ha. I'm boring you all to death just reading those. Sorry.

Saturday, February 10, 2007 10:28:00 AM  
Blogger Pam said...

Hmmmm, just a thought here girls, but I wonder just what Gragon calls king feline evil demon devil cat when on one else is listening? I bet that is his favorits pet actually. It wouldn't surprise me to hear he even calls him something endearing. Of course I doubt he's admit to it. We would have to set up a hidden video to find it out. Wonder if Dragon's wife would be will ing to help us with that one? Or she might know some good dirt to tell us already, she has got to know a lot!

Saturday, February 10, 2007 10:33:00 AM  
Blogger Pam said...

I was just talking to Penelope and forgot one of the main things I call her till I was saying it. She is also itty bitty tiny hiney. I know I know, lots of names but I'm creative, what can I say?Ha.

Saturday, February 10, 2007 12:12:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

Ok, Dragon, time to fess up here. I know I just called you Gragon but you know it's
just a typo so let's hear the sweet pet names you really use especially for king kitty.

Saturday, February 10, 2007 12:17:00 PM  
Blogger dragon said...

Pam, I can’t tell you what I actually call King Feline Ungrateful Evil Demon Devil Cat on the blog. I will be booted out. And no my wife want be the to boot me out. If anything she need a boot. Here are a few things I call the cats.

“You dumb ignorant “#!^%$ *** cat”
“@#%&^$%#> &^% Gray cat”
“Get your F$#@% *** off me”
“I’m going to shave your *** and make you wake backward”

King Feline Ungrateful Evil Demon Devil Cat is a clean up version of what I really call cats. (KFUEDDC). And he is still in his behavior modification class.

I do have a favorite cat, and that’s an outdoor cat. The neighbor’s cat. Any one else that’s got a cat.

Videos, Videos, Videos. No need to have a hidden video camera. I am no different in front of a camera than no camera. OK now, we do have a video camera and my wife has even made a comment about doing a hidden video while she is gone. Hmmm. What’s going on here. Have I already been set up? OK OK all any body is going to see are cats flying though the air. The girls in the background had run out of gas, and were stranded. The kind, considerate, thoughtful, person that I am was just HELPING out the little girly girls. That’s my story and I’m sticking with it.

Saturday, February 10, 2007 12:25:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

Yeah, Yeah, Dragon, and I have some swamp land you'll just love to invest in for condos. You such a cat hater. If fyou really hate them that much, why are you willing to continue taking care of them if wifey poo kicks the bucket?

Saturday, February 10, 2007 12:36:00 PM  
Blogger dragon said...

Pam I am not a cat hater. I like cats. Cats have their place in life. I think they are entertainment, and cute, when they are not in my way. I do not want them to tear up the furniture. I do not want them to have accidents on the floor. I do not want them to walk on me when I’m trying to sleep. Ever since I was a wee little tot there always was a cat around. The cats I grew up with were more or less outside cats.

Where is your swamp land? Sounds like you're from around here. Down in Louisiana swampland is called Bayous. I have always wanted to build a condo. Need to drain the swampland to build on.

Sunday, February 11, 2007 7:12:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

Sorry Dragon, just going according to what you say about poor little King feline, ungrateful evil demon devil cat. did I get that right? And you did say the on;y cats you likear eother people's, outside, and etc.
And I don't want them to tear up funiture, carpet and all either, although they are working on that at my houswe now. That is why my cats get yelled at when they do it. But- it is thier nature and I'm not going to get rid of my cats for all that. I'll just get rid of the carpet and that is the plan right now.
Outside cats aren't safe and not nearly as happy as inside ones.
And I am originally from KY where we have fast horses and beautiful women and sometimes vise versa but we still invest in land to resell so the swmp land deal can still be made.
I was thnking about you today Dragon when I was watching a movie,it was " Broke Back Mountain". I am sure you whould shiver and shake at the thought of even seeing the previews being the ever macho man. My husband almosts throws up when you mentin that movie so I'm sure you are in his league. Well got to sign off for the night.

Sunday, February 11, 2007 9:33:00 PM  

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