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It’s Caturday

Cats can work out mathematically the exact place to sit that will cause most inconvenience. ~Pam Brown

Shadow 1988 – 2010


DrDick wrote this comment late last Sunday

She was the ultimate rescue animal. Her mother was a feral cat and she was born in the back of a junked car. A friend rescued the litter and talked me into taking two of them (her brother died 6 years ago). She lived a very long life (about the equivalent of a 120 year old person) and seemed quite happy up to the end. I have known for a while that this was coming sooner rather than later and did not think she would live out the year. She took a turn for the worse last week and went down pretty quick after that. It feels strange to think she will no longer be sleeping on the pillow next to me every night or curled up on my chest when I take a nap.

Rest in Peace, Shadow. Your dad loves you and thinks about you every day. The three of you will be reunited at Rainbow Bridge one day and all will be right in the universe.


Kismet is progressing nicely. Eating better than she ever has. Makes every mealtime an adventure. One less pill a day now. I’ve gotten so I can crush pills in my sleep. Methinks this current problem was brewing when I adopted her. She’s more active than when I first got her, she wants lots of attention and has adopted Gabby’s way of letting me know he wants to be petted: plopping down on the floor in front of me as I walk.

I’ve seen everything now.

Maste was kind enough to drop a whisker on the dining table for me. Igraine did the same thing not too long ago. Nice fresh white whisker. Into the box you go. He’s now doing a lot of the things we take for granted in a cat, rolling on the floor wanting his tummy rubbed, for example. I had no idea that such an injury to a tail would have the impact on them it does. Caring for these beautiful creatures is a never ending learning experience.

I saw Eileen walking her little Jack Russell mix the other day. Followed around the block by 3 of the strays she feeds. That is so cute. The tigers stopped by the tree where I feed the squirrels, looked up to see if any were ready to fall into their mouths, then trotted away to catch up to Eileen and Buddy.

That’s all I’ve got this week. Share you tiger stories with us.

There has never been a cat
Who couldn’t calm me down
By walking slowly
Past my chair.

~Rod McKuen

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