10 posts tagged “cats”
a few posts ago I wrote about the uneasy peace (momentarily) achieved by the three feline roommates , erm, combatants. some commenters asked about Pepper,(aka Dr. Pepper, Peperito) the tuxie-cat.
I now realize I had not formally introduced Pepper to my thous hundr tens of readers. teh SO wrote about Pepper here. is a good tale, go read it.
if you don't feel like clicking, here's Pepper's tale, retold.
Pepper lived, along with two other cats, with JoAnne, my mother-in-law. pretty decent life for a cat as JoAnne was a dedicated cat lover. or as some may say, a CCL. all three cats were in- and out-doors. when JoAnne died this Summer, the other two cats were easily scooped up and taken by a family friend. but not Pepper. no siree. he decided to go feral. and for over two months, either teh SO or one of his sisters will go by JoAnne's trailer to leave food and water for Pepper; rarely they'd get a quick glimpse of him and then he'd be gone.
after two months of paying the rent and still unable to catch Pepper we were starting to think we never would; at which time Pepper, having taken his sweet time, decided he was ready to go home and walked right up to my sister-in-law Tammy. and from her to us.
Pepper walks on velvet little feet. I cannot hear him. teh SO calls him "the ninja kitty who skulks sneaks around the house". Pepper doesn't meow, he cries. a lot. a plaintive little cry with a question at the end. he misses JoAnne. so do we. Pepper purrs. a lot. sometimes while crying. he also likes to plop himself right on top of the keyboard. while I'm writing. Pepper also walks across the keyboard. he is trying to say something and I'm too obtuse to understand.
nice article about barn cats in the local rag. some of the cats came along with trainers or other horse folks. some came by themselves. some cats have been around for years, some are new arrivals.
as always with cats, there are no rules. check the photo picture galleries for a lovely slide show (click on "Barn Cats", the top link).
In case anyone one in my Vox 'hood does not have Dancing Bear in theirs. and if you don't, you need to add him as a neighbor. sweet, funny, and thoughtful as all-get-out. but sorry ladies, he's taken. so admire him from afar as I do.
in all seriousness, please check out the post above; is a great idea about giving cat and dog toys to your local shelter; if you don't have a shelter nearby, you can send toys to Dancing Bear ( details here)
I will also crosspost to my NaBloPoMo blog
awesome Fark thread (totalFark - sub$cription needed)
CAT HAIKU -- by or inspired by cats
under the blankets at night
but you claw my nuts
As strange as it might strike you,
Can still wear lipstick.
eyes half closed and purring loud
Look at you stretching.
Up and down, emitting noise.
I've lost interest.
There's no dignity
In being sick - which is why
I don't tell you where.
It tastes like rancid tuna
lipstick on my ass
running across my backyard
Honey, bring the BB gun
[ed.: eewww]
He stares at me forever
The pussy hates me
pokemons. MY POKEMONS.
Let me show you them.
Jumped on table and broke it
No more chow for you.
/true story. she's a tub.
Goes all Ninja on ankles
Was cute the first time...
My cat sees me and wants some
I always give in
his cat food costs a whole lot
his royal orangeness.
He'd rather eat the dog's food
Well, back to the store.
It's just a place I go pee
You're scared of the flush
kitty found my ass living frog
oh my ass, poor frog
Making strange sounds while you give me
The food I deserve
Sings its sweet song of smelly
Fish and goo and stench.
been awhile since I've posted pictures of the roommates.
is about cats, naturellement
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a couple of recent posts by FatCat and 2SJ in the comments at 12:45PM got me thinking about cats that decide to adopt a family and settle in, usually with a member of the family (in above posts, Dad) complaining all the while that "cats don't belong in the house" and assorted grumblings. by the end of the story, the same Dad is, of course, spoiling said cat more than the rest of the family combined.
a friend of mine, James, had a similar experience. they live out in the country, as it were, in a small farm. James, (an adult) and both his siblings (also adults) live at home with their parents - but that is another story for another time - I'm just setting the stage.
at any rate, once into this idyllic country life came a gray kitten. mostly feral and pretty much out of nowhere. no mom, no siblings. just the little one. after seeing him around the shed for a few days, James began setting out dishes of milk and other assorted goodies. dad was all "why are you setting out food for a good-for-nothing-damned-cat?", "let it go get mice in the barn", that kind of thing. but James continued. a few weeks later, the kitten would actually come as far as the porch to get his bits to eat. and dad kept on complaining about "that damned cat".
a few more weeks and Fall season is ending. one morning, James watches as his mom is warming milk in a pan on the stove. "mom, what for" he asks. she replies "why, is for that damned cat, of course! you woudn't expect me to give the poor thing *cold* milk, would you?". as James said: "that moment, I knew the cat was staying".
which he did.
for several years.
until he died of old age/natural causes
being spoilt silly by the entire family. especially and particularly by dad.
and the kitten's name?
"damned cat"
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