I am owned by two cats, Buster and Sugar. I am a very strong advocate for neutering and spaying, and let me tell you why.


Buster was only three weeks old when I got him. His mother was owned by a family who didn't want her in the house and kept her outside as much as possible. She was hit by a car and killed, leaving four babies. The family was going to drown these kittens if they couldn't get rid of them. I took the only male. He was beautiful, with huge blue eyes, and I fell in love immediately. He didn't know how to lick from a bowl so I had to bottle feed him first and then teach him how to eat. For all intents and purposes, I became his mother. He's five years old now and weighs 22 pounds! I think I taught him too well, LOL! But he's the love of my life.


Sugar seemed to be an outdoor stray. She had five kittens in the woods when someone found her. But that person put her and the kittens in a box and sealed it, then brought the box to the animal pound and left it there with no food or water. Fortunately, someone came to the pound and found the box. Mama and the babies were brought to the vet. All the babies found homes immediately, but noone wanted a full-grown cat. I brought Buster in for his checkup and saw the sign about Mama on the receptionist desk. They brought Mama to me and it was instant love. I renamed her Sugar because she has such a sweet personality.

Buster has been neutered and Sugar has been spayed. They are strictly housecats and are allowed outside occasionally and only with strict supervision. They are happy, well-fed cats who are always ready to jump in my lap and beg to be loved. Every pet deserves to be loved. If you can't spend the time with a pet, DON'T GET ONE!!!! And if you do get a pet, have it fixed so that it doesn't contribute to the overflowing population of homeless and unwanted animals.

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THE CAT TO ENGLISH DICTIONARY:

CAT PHRASE     -     MEANING

Miaow - Feed me.
meeow - Pet me.
mrooww - I love you.
miioo-oo-oo - I am in love and must meet my betrothed outside beneath the hedge. Don't wait up.
mrow - I feel like making noise.
rrrow-mawww - Please, the time is come to tidy the cat box.
rrrow-miawww - I have remedied the cat box untidiness by shoveling the contents as far out of the box as was practical.
miaowmiaow - Play with me.
miaowmioaw - Have you noticed the shortage of available cat toys in this room?
mioawmioaw - Since I can find nothing better to play with, I shall see what happens when I sharpen my claws on this handy piece of furniture.
raowwwww - I think I shall now spend time licking the most private parts of my anatomy.
mrowwwww - (only heard in males) I am now recalling, with sorrow, that some of my private parts did not return with me from that visit to the vet.
roww-maww-roww - I am so glad to see that you have returned home with both arms full of groceries. I will now rub myself against your legs and attempt to trip you as you walk towards the kitchen.
mmeww - I believe I have heard a burglar. If you would like to go and beat him senseless, I shall be happy to keep your spot in the bed warm.
gakk-ak-ak - My digestive passages seem to have formed a hairball. Wherever could this have come from? I shall leave it here upon the carpeting.
mow - Snuggling is a good idea.
moww - Shedding is pretty good, too.
mowww! - I was enjoying snuggling and shedding in the warm clean laundry until you removed me so unkindly.
miaow! miaow! - I have discovered that, although one may be able to wedge his body through the gap behind the stove and into that little drawer filled with pots and pans, the reverse path is slightly more difficult to navigate.
mraakk! - Oh, small bird! Please come over here.
ssssroww! - I believe that I have found a woodchuck. I shall now act terribly brave.
mmmmmmm - If I sit in the sunshine for another week or so, I think I shall be satisfied.


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Cat Bathing As A Martial Art

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Some people say cats never have to be bathed. They say cats lick themselves clean. They say cats have a special enzyme of some sort in their saliva that works like new, improved Wisk - dislodging the dirt where it hides and whisking it away.

I've spent most of my life believing this folklore. Like most blind believers, I've been able to discount all the facts to the contrary, the kitty odors that lurk in the corners of the garage and dirt smudges that cling to the throw rug by the fireplace.

The time comes, however, when a man must face reality: when he must look squarely in the face of massive public sentiment to the contrary and announce: "This cat smells like a port-a-potty on a hot day in Juarez." When that day arrives at your house, as it has in mine, I have some advice you might consider as you place your feline friend under your arm and head for the bathtub:

-- Know that although the cat has the advantage of quickness and lack of concern for human life, you have the advantage of strength. Capitalize on that advantage by selecting the battlefield. Don't try to bathe him in an open area where he can force you to chase him. Pick a very small bathroom. If your bathroom is more than four feet square, I recommend that you get in the tub with the cat and close the sliding-glass doors as if you were about to take a shower. (A simple shower curtain will not do. A berserk cat can shred a three-ply rubber shower curtain quicker than a politician can shift positions.)

-- Know that a cat has claws and will not hesitate to remove all the skin from your body. Your advantage here is that you are smart and know how to dress to protect yourself. I recommend canvas overalls tucked into high-top construction boots, a pair of steel-mesh gloves, an army helmet, a hockey face mask, and a long-sleeved flak jacket.

-- Prepare everything in advance. There is no time to go out for a towel when you have a cat digging a hole in your flak jacket. Draw the water. Make sure the bottle of kitty shampoo is inside the glass enclosure. Make sure the towel can be reached, even if you are lying on your back in the water.

-- Use the element of surprise. Pick up your cat nonchalantly, as if to simply carry him to his supper dish. (Cats will not usually notice your strange attire. Cats will not usually notice you at all)

-- Once you are inside the bathroom, speed is essential to survival. In a single liquid motion, shut the bathroom door, step into the tub enclosure, slide the glass door shut, dip the cat in the water and squirt him with shampoo. You have begun one of the wildest 45 seconds of your life. Cats have no handles. Add the fact that he now has soapy fur, and the problem is radically compounded. Do not expect to hold on to him for more than two or three seconds at a time. When you have him, however, you must remember to give him another squirt of shampoo and rub like crazy. He'll then spring free and fall back into the water, thereby rinsing himself off. (The national record for cats is three latherings, so don't expect too much.)

-- Next, the cat must be dried. Novice cat bathers always assume this part will be the most difficult, for humans generally are worn out at this point and the cat is just getting really determined. In fact, the drying is simple compared to what you have just been through. That's because by now the cat is semipermanently affixed to your right leg. You simply pop the drain plug with your foot, reach for your towel and wait. (Occasionally, however, the cat will end up clinging to the top of your army helmet. If this happens, the best thing you can do is to shake him loose and to encourage him toward your leg.) After all the water is drained from the tub, it is a simple matter to just reach down and dry the cat.

In a few days the cat will relax enough to be removed from your leg. He will usually have nothing to say for about three weeks and will spend a lot of time sitting with his back to you. He might even become psychoceramic and develop the fixed stare of a plaster figurine. You will be tempted to assume he is angry. This isn't usually the case. As a rule he is simply plotting ways to get through your defenses and injure you for life the next time you decide to give him a bath.

But at least now he smells a lot better.



The Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: they each miss someone very special, someone who was left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; his eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly, he breaks from the group, flying over the green grass, faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into those trusting eyes, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together...

*Author Unknown*



IN MEMORIAM

In memory of Eddie, who crossed the bridge on May 11, 2000, from leukemia, and of Patsy Blessing, who crossed the bridge on June 18, 1997, as a result of an allergic reaction to anesthesia when she was being spayed.

DO NOT MOURN MY PASSING
Do not mourn my passing, for if you could only see-- By slipping all my earthly bonds, I'm young again and free. By day I run the Heavenly fields,my body healthy and strong. At night I sleep at Angels' Feet, lulled by Celestial Song. So do not mourn my passing, just close your eyes--you'll see I'm once again that frisky kitten, just as you remember me.
                                                                ~~Author Unknown

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