I don't normally post on weekends, but I missed Friday and I've been wanting to get in on some Caterday Art because I think it's so cool! So I tried. I made two different 'art' pieces from one of my favorite Glitter pictures.
Be kind, it's my first try, lol!
There it is. Your precious kitty sitting in an adorable unusual pose. So cute, you think, I must capture this. Rats, the camera is across the room. So you get up, trying not to disturb the little darling. You get the camera and carefully make your way back. You open the camera, and it makes it's loud whirring sound that all cats know and do their best to run from. Ah, but this time, sweet kitty stays exactly where he was throughout the whole process.
Now you are ready to take the picture, you lift the camera and... he turns! Little brat! It's like he KNEW the EXACT moment you'd be snapping the picture and chose, ON PURPOSE, to move right then! Argh! Brat again!
Well, fine, Mr. Leo the Chinese Lion (yup, irritated enough to use his full name!), if you don't want me to take the picture of you leaning back, arm hooked over the rim, giving your best combination of the Most Interesting Mancat Alive and a "How you doin' ladycats?" pose, then I'm gonna take the picture anyway! So there!
"Back of disrespect?" Meet "Mommy's posting the picture anyway"!
I have a question, survey, poll, whatever you want to call it. My curiosity really.
For those of you who feed canned food, either as a snack or meal, if you serve pate' style food, do you break it up or serve it in the shape it comes in the can?
I'm curious because I can't figure out if breaking it up is a problem for my kitties, Cashmere in particular.
All of my kitties have some degree of under bite. Runs in the family I guess. :)
Cashmere is always longest at the snack dishes but she's the lightest of the three. I thought maybe she was having issues with the food getting smooshed into the corners, so we bought shallow bowls. They don't seem to make much difference, though the first night they managed to scooch a bunch of the food off the plates and onto the floor..
I usually broke up the pate' style when they have that, but tonight I left it whole. Well, cut into thirds because they each get their own dish. And at first it seemed Cashmere was confused, but one she started biting the edge, she got right into it. She stayed at her dish longer than normal (she always changes dishes, whether anyone wants to trade with her or not.) Leo, who never eats much of his snack, stayed and ate longer as well. Now, this could just mean he liked this one better. But Cashmere not trading quickly, that was unusual. But was she responding to the change in presentation or was it easier to eat?
I'm probably over analyzing and making a big deal of nothing. They are all healthy kitties at healthy weights and what I'm seeing as possible issues are probably just quirks and idiosyncrasies.
Back to the question! Do you break it up or serve 'whole'?
It was a while ago, (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4), that I shared about that treat toy thing that was not a hit with my kitties. The one shaped like a cat with a round bottom where you put crunchy treats in it's belly and stringy 'treats' in it's ears. The cats did not think the stringy treats were food and they were not fond of the rocking crunchy treat distributer either.
I still hoped that some kind of treat dispenser would be fun for the kitties, so when I got some cases of cat food and saw that on the cardboard box there was a cut out thing, I cut it out! If you folded it up right and made cuts in all the right spots, this thing would turn into a treat dispenser toy that the kitties could bap around and let the treats fall out as they do.
I realize that the cat shaped plastic thing was supposed to do the same thing. But with the weighted bottom, if they didn't knock it in the right direction, nothing happened except it rocked.
Anyway, this wasn't exactly a ball, but it was roll-y enough that I thought it might work. Glitter and Cashmere were quite interested.
Glitter: Mmm I know that smell.
Cashmere: Well, get your nose out of the way and let me get a smell too.
Leo (front foot in the top right of picture): What is it? Whatcha got?
Cashmere: Oh yay! Seriously, sis, lemme in there..
Leo (back foot in top right of picture): Oh, is that all. Bye
Glitter and Cashmere: *crunch crunch*
Cashmere: There's more in there, I can see them!
Glitter: Ok, you got your look, now give it back!
Glitter: *bap, crunchcrunch* This thing holds a lot, doesn't it?
Cashmere: *crunchcrunch* Yeah it does, give it another whack, ok?
Glitter: Why do I get the feeling that you haven't figured out how to get the treats out?
Cashmere: I know how! I stand aside and let you do it!
Glitter: I think.. I'm not gonna whack it again until you get bored and go away.. Then they'll all be mine!
Cashmere: That's not very nice. *Yawn* Ok, I'm bored. I'm gonna go play with a toy. Save me some ok?
Glitter: Oh sure... I'll save some.. *whisper* In my tummy..
Cashmere: What was that?
Glitter: Nothing, nothing. Say, isn't that your mousie over there?
Cashmere: Yes! Bye!
Glitter: Hee hee *crunchcrunch*
Well, I think this treat toy is a hit. And free to boot! That's a hit in my book any day!
Hey everycat! It's me, Leo, with some advice for a great weekend! You want the best nappy spots, right? And one of the bestest spots is the human's beds, right? Well here's what you do: You steal it! I'm gonna give you all the instructions, ok?
Here goes: Wait til the humans get outta their bed. Almost anything will get them up, but if you're tired of waiting, go ahead and fake a hork attack! That's right, dry heave all over the place, especially over those spots where you KNOW they don't want to hork, like a good rug, or their shoes, or that dress they have to wear in someone's wedding this weekend. That'll get them up for sure! Then you get the bed, pre-warmed!
Now, here's the important part! When they come back, and you know they will, it's the weekend after all.. Give them the cutest look you can! Belly showing helps! They will go all gooey and "awwwwww" and will decide that they cannot disturb the 'sweet widdle kitty', that's you by the way, and you'll get the bed for as long as you want!
Are snowflakes flying where you are? I guarantee you'll want to keep this one around all year! She's a sweetheart who loves to talk and really really needs a home of her very own! Won't you find room for a sweet Snowflake in your home? If you can't, then won't you share her just in case her forever family is someone you know? And ask your friends to share her too, because it could be one of their friends! Lets get this pretty girl in front of a whole bunch of people so she can finally have a home of her very own!
Leo: Mom can't fool me! She keeps trying to make us think these long fuzzy things are springy toys! She keeps wrapping them around her finger and making them coil up, but I know how to fix them! I stand on one end with my big manly paw and yank the other end with my teef! I can pull them straight in no time! So there, mom! I win again!
Um, I'm not doing it to fool you, silly boy, pipe cleaners roll better when they're curled up.
Oh boy, I haven't made one of these in a long time! But this cute rollie goofball action just called for a gif!
Cashmere was being a silly girl, playing by herself on the top tower of the cat tree and I just kept snapping pictures! No more introduction needed, just watch!
Want to see that taken apart and told in Cashmere's own words? :)
grr! I'm gonna win this tower battle!
oh wait, *rubbity rub rub* gettin' my chin!
It's rolling time! *flippity flip spin*
Whoop! Almost flippity flipped off! Good thing I have great balance! Hee!
Aw crap... being watched.. Hi mom...
But I wanna roll and play and rub my head on the tower, dang it! Why does she have to watch me, stoopy mom..
That's it... I'm outta here! Too many flashes..
We hope you all have a goofy, fun weekend and don't let the pawparazzi stop you!
Before I get to the throwback, I want to thank Ann of Zoolatry for my new header! I loves it! Ann does great work and her prices are reasonable so if you're looking to make over your blog, think of her!
Second, if you don't read Katiez Furry Mewz, please go over and read about a kitty in need of surgery. Her owner has been having trouble making rent even with generous donations and now her kitty is sick.
Now to the TBT post! It's from January 27, 2012 and is called "Table Trouble" Hope it gives you a giggle!
I know that there are many of you out there who don't mind cats on your counters and tables. I know that there are many of you who think even if you don't allow it, that the cats get up there anyway. Around here, we've worked hard over the years at getting the cats to know that they do not belong on counters or tables.
I will admit this next bit only to you.... I know that they do get on the counters, but I prefer them to hide this fact from me because if I don't know, it's not gonna bother me. Don't tell Greg though! He believes they don't get up where they aren't supposed to! And I sure as heck ain't gonna be the one to tell him any different!
The broken curtain rod on the window who's only access is from the counter or stove? I have no idea how that happened! So the bend in the rod resembles a certain black cat's belly and there is black fur on the curtain, I'm sure the rod bent from age and the fur means I need to vacuum more.. (his name was Calvin, he was so well behaved, except for this one window thing)
Tongue prints in the butter? Can't be!
Paw prints in the kitchen sink? That must be a water spot from an odd shaped dish..
Someone knocked stuff off the counter? Must have been one of us..
Fur clumps on the stove? They had to have floated there on some freak indoor wind..
Someone keeps opening the curtains that I can't reach past the table? Huh, maybe the rod is just slippery. No, those are not claw pulls in the gauzy material..
Denial, not just a river in Egypt! That's my motto!
Now that I've set the stage, so to speak: Along came Leo. By the time he arrived our kitchen table was turned into a computer table. And even though Greg wanted the 'no cats on the table' rule to stay intact, I was a little more lenient. Mostly because I didn't have my laptop when he arrived and sat there a lot during the day and Leo loved to hang over my shoulder there. Then he'd slide down and boy, he got heavy so I'd rest my arm on the table, and before too long it was Leo resting on my wrist rest. I told him that if Greg caught us, Leo's new name was 'wrist' so he was allowed to rest there!
When it comes to the folding table that we actually use for dinner, I'm with Greg. I'm not crazy about the thought of kitty butts where we eat..
Tonight I glanced up from my laptop and saw this:
Scanning... hmm, no chicken. Rats
Before I digress into 'who could yell at that face to get down??' take a good look at that picture, there's a lot going on! Aside from the fact that it hasn't been wiped off yet, just ignore that please... Notice the double lasers glowing along the table, like he's trying to slice it in half. Notice the one fat paw on the table. There were two when I looked up, I think that was his attempt to show that he was not, in fact, on the table. There's the nose just below the edge, hidden at the same time the other paw went down. There's the complete absence of his huge floofy tail! There's the fact that he's completely ignoring the feather behind him! There's his LONG tummy! And then there's the back feet!
Let's get a close up on those:
You can totally see the extra back toes! You usually can't that well, they're much less obvious than his front paws. They look like little hands standing there.. or as his front paws were once described, like little blooming onions!
Back to the subject. All I had to do was look at him and he knew to drop back down. What a good boy! I was proud of him, and saw no reason to wake Greg in his chair to share the experience of having such an obedient boy.
I gave him a good snuggling, then he went off to see if his snack had magically appeared. He does that several times a day. I went back to reading kitty blogs because I'm kind of addicted to them.. Don't tell anyone!
A little while later, not even half an hour! I heard a noise, looked up and saw this!!
Hey. How ya doin'?
Gasp! ON the table Leo? Right in front of me?? Say it ain't so! Say my boy wouldn't disobey so blatantly right in front of my face! While daddy's right in the room too?! Get your butt down from there!
Daddy's snoring. Besides, I can't get down. Princess HissyFace is chasing me again.
And she was. She was sitting right below him, not letting him get down. I told her to chill out and keep moving, but she ignored me and stared at him. He glanced at her and didn't move. Alright, I'll have to deal with this, "Star, stop being ornery and go play with your kick-a-roo!"
That did it. Not that she paid any attention, but it woke up Greg! He was all, "Hey, what's he doing on the table!" I told him that his baby girl was preventing him from getting down. He scoffed, "Come here, Star" She went. Leo got down. Whew!
Now we can go back to believing they don't get where they don't belong!
Before we get to todays Opt to Adopt kitty I need to share some sad news about another Opt to Adopt kitty that I had featured many times.
There were a pair of bonded brother and sister kitties, Peter Pan and Tinkerbell. I don't know if you remember them from the several times I featured them or now, but Peter Pan was a pretty silver tabby and Tinkerbell is a rare orange tabby. They were put on hold in October when it was discovered that Peter Pan had kidney disease. This past weekend, he succumbed to that kidney disease.
Please take a moment and read about him and send Chrystal condolences at Daily Dose, Monday's post. (Then be sure to read today's as well)
Peter Pan was loved, cared for, had a roof over his head and was fed and had a pretty good life when you condisder that he was born in a feral colony in Florida. The cat house of Winnie's Wish is awesome. But still, I can't help but feel that we failed him. He never got a home of his own, with a family of his own. Of course Chrystal loved him and gave him all the attention she could. As wonderful as that is, it's no substitute for his very own home and his very own lap to curl up on. It makes me sad, sadder I suppose since his passing make me sad enough, but it makes me sad.
Would you help me then, please, to make sure that when his sister Tinkerbell is ready to go back on the adoption list, that she actually GETS a home of her own? That she doesn't end her days in the cathouse too?
There are so many kitties there that are SO adoptable and yet there is never even a nibble for them! I don't know how this can be when they are so sweet! Take the kitty I shared last week, Dora, and her buddy Jaws. They were kittens, KITTENS! Not even a nibble for a sweet adorable calico kitten?? How does this happen?
I'm sorry, I'm not trying to make anyone feel bad, honest. I'm just seriously in wonder and shock about all of this. I had hoped that Peter Pan would rally and be around for a long time. Horrible disease.
Goodbye sweet Peter Pan, I know you are in perfect health where you are now, and you can fly free like your namesake.
As an advocate for Winnie's Wish, I can't not ask this: If you are able, please consider making a donation to Winnie's Wish or sending something from their Wish List in honor of Peter Pan. Every little bit helps the kitties who are still there and waiting for their forever homes. Thank you
We rename our cat tree cubbies depending on who's in them. There's the Leo Lounge, the Glitter Grotto, and of course, the Cashmere Cove. They take turns very well, even though there's room for two in at least one cubby.
We have a wet chilly weekend coming up, and Cashmere has laid claim to the most highly favored cubby; Cozy Cashmere Cove!
It's true, I have claimed this for the weekend. Now I just have to worry about it when I need to go get a snack, or a cuddle. But it's mine now, and 'now' is what matters most!
I love the smug she's wearing about it, don't you?
The name Dora means 'Gift' now, who wouldn't want this darling little gift for their very own??
Can you help find her the perfect forever family? Distance is not a problem, transport can be arranged! Please share her everywhere!!
I mean, really, how can you resist this face!
You can read about how she went from the side of the road in the middle of the night to becoming a Winnie's Wisher HERE. (Scroll through July and August for more stories on her on the Daily Dose site)
Dora has a best friend, Jaws, who is a foster from another shelter who's staying at Winnie's Wish. So if they are adopted together, TWO shelters benefit, two shelters have room for two more kitties! This would be an amazing thing, please help it come true!
And you can see some more great pictures of her (along with some other Wishers) HERE
I think it's safe to say that there have been enough posts about Dora and her buddy Jaws. It's high time they had a home of their own. They are growing up at Winnie's Wish instead of with a family of their own, please don't let them grow old there. Share them everywhere you can so they can go home soon. Thank you