Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Defending Honour

The man who will not defend the honour of his cat 
cannot be trusted to defend anything. ― Robert Lynd

Saturday, January 27, 2018

Cat Herding


Cat herding is simple. Just drag a string behind you.
― Aaron Dennis

Friday, January 26, 2018

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Your Diabetic Cat II


CANNED FOOD LIST AND CARBOHYDRATE CALCULATOR from: http://www.yourdiabeticcat.com/faqs/foodlist.htm
HIGHLIGHTS:
  • The single best way to be sure you are feeding acceptable food is to learn to read labels. Stay away from foods with grains (including rice and soy), vegetables, fruits, gravy, corn starch or corn syrup, and wheat or corn glutens whenever possible.
  • Fish should be fed sparingly, but can serve as an excellent tool for transitioning cats on to canned food. Likewise, liver can be addictive, and should not be fed in large amounts.

More: Reading Food Labels Calculate Cabs on a Dry Matter Basis Raw Cat Food Your Cat by Dr. Elizabeth Hodgkins is available on Amazon
As always, check with your veterinarian about any questions you may have regarding your pet’s health. There are different schools of thought, theories and treatments.

Your Diabetic Cat I


WE ALL FEED --  OR HAVE FED -- DRY FOOD TO OUR CATS ALLEGED TO BE ONE  OF THE WORST THINGS TO DO.

"Feline diabetes is NOT the natural fate of hundreds of thousands of pet cats world-wide. It is, rather, a human-created disease that is reaching epidemic proportions because of the highly artificial foods that we have been feeding our feline companions for the past few decades. Without the constant feeding of highly processed, high carbohydrate DRY foods, better suited to cattle than cats, adult-onset feline diabetes would be a rare disease, if it occured at all." -- Elizabeth Hodgkins DVM, JD,  More
Helpful links from: Cornell U ASPCA WebMD
TO CALCULATE CARBS -- HERE IS A SIMPLE FORMULA
Add the following percentages:
  1. protein
  2. fat
  3. fiber
  4. ash
  5. moisture
Subtract from 100% The number will = % of carbs in food. Naturally, the lower the better.


As always, check with your veterinarian about any questions you may have regarding your pet's health. There are different schools of thought, theories and treatments.

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

He May Be A Dog

He may be a dog, but don't tell me he doesn't have a real grip on life
- Kendall Hailey

Sunday, January 21, 2018

Cat Humor

Why do cats have fur balls?
Because they love a good gag!

Fractured Lexicon
Catacomb - beauty salon for felines
Catalyst - cat's inclination after too much catnip
Catatonic - party fare for cats substituting milk for gin
Catechism - manual for turning your doubting tomcat into a true believer
Catsup - dinner party for fat cats (catered, of course)
by Barbara Odabashian, Ph.D. in English and Comparative Literature - Columbia U.


Why do cats like to hear other cats make noise?
Because it's meow-sic to their ears!

What do you call a cat who eats lemons?
A sourpuss!


A cat has paws at the end of its claws;  a comma has pause at the end of its clause.


          Things A Cat Should Always Remember
I will not hide behind the toilet so that I can pat the human on the backside when he sits down just to make him levitate. 
I will not drag dirty socks up from the basement in the middle of the night, deposit them on the bed and yell at the top of my lungs so that my human can admire my "kill."
If I sit in the sink while my human is brushing his teeth, I will not get angry when he spits toothpaste on me.
I will not complain that my butt is wet and that I am thirsty after sitting in my water bowl.
I will not knead my male human's groin at 3 AM with claws extended. It seems to cause him some discomfort and he wakes up all grumpy.
I will not attempt to stop the human's snoring by sticking my paws into his mouth.
I will not use my psychic powers to project myself into my human's dreams when I am hungry, causing her to dream that I am a talking cat, and I can say "Where's my supper!"
I will not run through the house with a condom wrapper in my mouth when my human's grandmother is visiting.
I will not teach the parrot to meow in a loud and raucous manner.
When my young humans are playing with modeling clay, I will not remove solid waste from my litter tray and roll it onto the kitchen floor.
When the humans play darts, I will not leap into the air and attempt to catch them.
I will not display my worm collection on the kitchen floor on a rainy night. My human does not like finding it with her bare feet.
I will not swat my human's head repeatedly when she is on the floor trying to do sit ups.
I will not give the vet a urine or stool sample unless he requests it.
And finally, I will remember that any critter that lives in the house, like hamsters, stays in the house; and any critters that live outside, like frogs and worms, stay outside. I am not allowed to set the hamster free in exchange for finding a frog to put in the fish tank.


Kitty Litter Cake
A fun cake that tastes good!
Ingredients
1 (18 oz.) box spice or German chocolate cake mix
1 (18 oz.) box white cake mix
1 pkg. white sandwich cookies
1 large box vanilla instant pudding mix
12 small tootsie rolls
1 litter box - NEW
1 plastic scoop - NEW
Green food coloring
Clear candy sprinkles

Preparation
Prepare cake mixes and bake according to directions (any size pans). Prepare pudding mix and chill until ready to assemble. Crumble white sandwich cookies in small batches in blender, they tend to stick, so scrape often. Set aside all but about 1/4 cup. To the 1/4 cup cookie crumbs, add a few drops green food coloring and mix using a fork or shake in a jar.
When cakes are cooled to room temperature, crumble into a large bowl. Toss with half the remaining white cookie crumbs and the chilled pudding. You probably won't need all of the pudding, mix with the cake and "feel" it, you don't want it soggy, just moist; gently combine. Put mixture into new & clean litter box.
Put three unwrapped Tootsie rolls in a microwave safe dish and heat until soft and pliable. Shape ends so they are no longer blunt, curving slightly. Repeat with 3 more Tootsie rolls and bury in mixture. Sprinkle the other half of cookie crumbs over top. Scatter the green cookie crumbs and the clear candy sprinkles lightly over the top, this is supposed to look like the chlorophyll in kitty litter. Heat remaining Tootsie Rolls, three at a time in the microwave until almost melted. Scrape them on top of the cake and sprinkle with cookie crumbs.
Place the box on a newspaper and sprinkle a few of the cookie crumbs around. Serve with a new pooper scooper. 

Enjoy!

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Saturday, January 20, 2018

Happy Caturday

Anatomy of a Dog


The many terms dog fanciers are familiar with:
Occiput - the highest point of the skull at the back of the head; prominent on some dogs.
Forehead - the portion of the head from the stop and eyebrows to the back point of the skull.
Eyes - most often brown.
• Dogs have eyebrows, or simply brows, just like humans.
Whiskers provide some sensory feeling.
Flews is just a fancy word for a dog’s lips.
• A dog’s cheek is the skin along the sides of the muzzle.
Muzzle (foreface) is comprised of the upper and lower jaws.
Throat is beneath the jaws.
Stop is an indentation (sometimes nonexistent) between the muzzle and the forehead.
Neck - runs from the head to the shoulders.
Nape of the neck is where the neck joins the base of the skull in the back of the head.
Crest starts at the nape and ends at the withers.
Withers are the top point of the shoulders; highest point along the dog’s back.
Shoulder - top section of the foreleg from the withers to the elbow.
• The back runs from the point of the shoulders to end of the rib cage. The term back is sometimes used to describe the back and the loin.
Prosternum is the top of the sternum, a bone that ties the rib cage together.
Chest is the entire rib cage of the dog.
Brisket - term used to refer to the sternum. In some breed  term refers to the entire thorax.
Loin is the back between the end of the rib cage and the beginning of the pelvic bone.
Flank refers to the side of the dog between the end of the chest and the rear leg.
• The upper arm on the foreleg is right below the shoulder and is comprised of the humerus bone, which is similar to the one found in an upper arm. It ends at the elbow.
Elbow is the first joint in the dog’s leg located just below the chest on the back of the foreleg.
• The long bone that runs after the elbow on the foreleg is the forearm,  comprised of the ulna and radius. The forearm may have feathering on the back.
Thigh bone is connected to the pelvis at the hip joint. Hip dysplasia is an abnormal formation of the hip socket that, in its more severe form, can eventually cause crippling lameness and painful arthritis of the joints.
• The upper thigh is the part of the dog’s leg situated above the knee on the hind leg.
Stifle or knee is the joint that sits on the front of the hind leg in line with the abdomen.
Abdomen is the underside of the dog from the end of its rib cage to its tail.
• The wrist is the lower joint below the elbow on the foreleg.
Pastern is the foot of a dog. Sometimes called the carpals, pasterns are equivalent to the bones in your hands and feet —not counting fingers and toes — and dogs have them in both forelegs and hind legs.
• A dog’s toes are equivalent to fingers and toes.
• The toenails or claws on the end of each toe are actually incorporated with part of the last bone of the toes.
• Dogs have a foot or paw at the end of each leg, called the forefoot or hind foot depending on whether it’s front or back. The paw comes with nails (sometimes called claws), paw pads, and usually dewclaws.
Dewclaws are vestiges of thumbs, more or less useless appendages.
• On the underside of the foot are several pads, including one main pad (communal pad) and a pad under each toe, for a total of five pads. You can find stopper pads behind the wrist on a dog’s forelegs.
• The lower thigh is the part of the hind leg beneath the knee to the hock - a joint like an ankle. Some dogs have feathering along the back of their lower thighs and hocks.
• The rump (or croup) is the rear end; where the pelvis bone is.

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Friday, January 19, 2018

Happy National Popcorn Day!


A Person Can Learn A Lot From A Dog

A person can learn a lot from a dog, 
even a loopy one like ours. 
Marley taught me about living each day 
with unbridled exuberance and joy, 
about seizing the moment 
and following your heart. 
He taught me to appreciate 
the simple things-a walk in the woods, 
a fresh snowfall, 
a nap in a shaft of winter sunlight. 
And as he grew old and achy, 
he taught me about optimism 
in the face of adversity.
Mostly, he taught me about friendship
and selflessness and, above all else,
unwavering loyalty. ― John Grogan

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

A Beautiful Nap

A beautiful nap this afternoon that put velvet between my vertebrae.
― Henry Miller

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Such Short Little Lives

Such short little lives 
our pets have to spend with us, 
and they spend most of it waiting 
for us to come home each day. 
It is amazing how much love and laughter 
they bring into our lives and even how much closer
we become with each other because of them. 
― John Grogan

Monday, January 15, 2018

Redheads

While the rest of the species is descended from apes,
redheads are descended from cats. 
― Mark Twain

Sunday, January 14, 2018

Free Kittuns

An Essay by Jim Willis, © 2002


The sign on the mailbox post was hand-lettered on cardboard and read “FREE KITTUNS.”

It appeared there two or three times a year, sometimes spelled this way, sometimes that, but the message was always the same.

In a corner of the farmhouse back porch was a cardboard box with a dirty towel inside, on which huddled a bouquet of kittens of different colors, mewing and blinking and waiting for their mama to return from hunting in the fields. The mother cat managed to show them enough interest for the first several weeks, but after having two or three litters per year, she was worn out and her milk barely lasted long enough for her babies to survive.

One by one, people showed up over the next several days and each took a kitten. Before they left the woman who lived there always said the same thing, “You make sure you give that one a good home – I’ve become very attached to that one.” One by one the kittens and their new people drove down the long driveway and past the sign on the mailbox post, “FREE KITTUNS.”

The ginger girl kitten was the first to be picked. Her four-year-old owner loved her very much, but the little girl accidentally injured the kitten’s shoulder by picking her up the wrong way. She couldn’t be blamed really – no adult had shown her the proper way to handle a kitten. She had named the kitten “Ginger” and was very sad a few weeks later when her older brother and his friends were playing in the living room and someone sat on the kitten.

 The solid white boy kitten with blue eyes was the next to leave with a couple who announced even before they went down the porch steps that his name would be “Snowy.” Unfortunately, he never learned his name and everyone had paid so little attention to him that nobody realized he was deaf. On his first excursion outside he was run over in the driveway by a mail truck.

The pretty gray and white girl kitten went to live on a nearby farm as a “mouser.” Her people called her “the cat,” and like her mother and grandmother before her she had many, many “free kittuns,” but they sapped her energy. She became ill and died before her current litter of kittens was weaned.

Another brother was a beautiful red tabby. His owner loved him so much that she took him around to meet everyone in the family and her friends, and their cats, and everyone agreed that “Erik” was a handsome boy. Except his owner didn’t bother to have him vaccinated. It took all the money in her bank account to pay a veterinarian to treat him when he became sick, but the doctor just shook his head one day and said “I’m sorry.”

The solid black boy kitten grew up to be a fine example of a tomcat. The man who adopted him moved shortly thereafter and left “Tommy” where he was, roaming the neighborhood, defending his territory, and fathering many kittens until a bully of a dog cornered him.

The black and white girl kitten got a wonderful home. She was named “Pyewacket.” She got the best of food, the best of care until she was nearly five years old. Then her owner met a man who didn’t like cats, but she married him anyway. Pyewacket was taken to an animal shelter where there were already a hundred cats. Then one day, there were none.

A pretty woman driving a van took the last two kittens, a gray boy and a brown tiger-striped girl. She promised they would always stay together. She sold them for fifteen dollars each to a laboratory. To this day, they are still together…in a jar of alcohol.

For whatever reason – because Heaven is in a different time zone, or because not even cat souls can be trusted to travel in a straight line without meandering – all the young-again kittens arrived at Heaven’s gate simultaneously. They batted and licked each other in glee, romped for awhile, and then solemnly marched through the gate, right past a sign lettered in gold: “YOU ARE FINALLY FREE, KITTENS.”

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Friday, January 12, 2018

A Faithful Dog


 A man's dog stands by him
in prosperity and in poverty,
in health and in sickness.
- George Graham Vest

Thursday, January 11, 2018

Make A Wish

Feral Vs. Stray - What's the Difference?


Basically FERAL CATS are wild offspring of domestic cats
and are primarily the result of pet 
owners' abandonment
or failure to spay and neuter.

STRAY CATS have been abandoned, strayed from home or have become lost...
Stray cats can usually be re-socialized and adopted. 

Feral Vs. Stray pdf

TNR - trap-neuter-return


Monday, January 8, 2018

I Believe In Animal Rights

I believe in animal rights, 
and high among them
is the right 
to the gentle stroke 
of a human hand.
- Robert Brault

Sunday, January 7, 2018

The INTEGRITY of UGLY

Everyone in the apartment complex that I that lived in knew who Ugly was.


Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and, shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner.

His tail has long ago been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch.

Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby, striped-type, except for the clumps of missing fur. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!”

All of the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around his feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running, meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up, he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly tried to befriend the neighbor‘s dogs. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly hurt. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tired to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was lying, it was apparent that Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. It must be hurting him terribly, I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so much pain, suffering, and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear.

I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion. At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat there and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked and beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.

- Author Unknown

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Saturday, January 6, 2018

Caturday is for Cuddling

Caturday is for Cuddling

I Love This Little House

I love this little house
because it offers, after dark, 
A Pause for rest, a rest for paws, 
A place to moor my bark. 
- Arthur Guiterman

Friday, January 5, 2018

Cat Collage

One day I was counting the cats and I absent-mindedly counted myself.
― Bobbie Ann Mason

Humans Fail - Dogs Prevail

All his life he tried to be a good person. 
times, however, he failed.
For after all, he was only human. 
He wasn't a dog.
― Charles M. Schulz

Thursday, January 4, 2018

I Am Your Cat...

... and I have a little something I'd like to whisper in your ear. I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some have children to raise. It always seems like you are running here and there, often much too fast, often never noticing the truly grand things in life. 

Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See the way my eyes look at yours? They are slightly cloudy now. That comes with age. The gray hairs are beginning to ring my soft muzzle. You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine? Do you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no other could in the world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong doing for just a simple moment of your time?

That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes to be with me. So many times you have been saddened by the words you read on that screen, of others of my kind, passing. Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly it wrenches your heart out of your throat. 

Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not even seem to know until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded eyes. 

Still the love is always there, even when we must take that long sleep, to run free in a distant land. I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week. Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you did not have just "One more day" with me. 

Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me. We have NOW, together. So come, sit down here next to me, and look deep into my eyes.

What do you see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and I, heart to heart.

Come to me not as "alpha" or as "owner" or even "Mom or Dad," come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into one another's eyes, and talk. I may tell you something about the fun of batting toys, or I may tell you something profound about myself, or even life in general. 

You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share such things with. Someone very different from you, and here I am. I am a CAT, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses, and I can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not think of you as a "Cat on two feet", you are human, in all your quirkiness, and I love you still. 

Now, come sit with me. Enter my world, and let time slow down if only for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes with your heart, with your joy and I will know your true self. We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short........

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Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Link to Paradise

Dogs are our link to paradise. 
They don't know evil 
or jealousy or discontent. 
To sit with a dog on a hillside 
on a glorious afternoon 
is to be back in Eden, 
where doing nothing 
was not boring--it was peace.
― Milan Kundera

Monday, January 1, 2018

A New Year Wish for Dogs



  • For every dog searching trash cans for breakfast, a filled bowl with his name printed in bright letters.
  • For every dog who slept fitfully last night, chained in a frozen yard, a soft, warm bed with a person snoring gently nearby.
  • For every shelter dog, spending Christmas morning in a soiled run, a forever home, filled with sounds and smells of family.
  • For every "Christmas" puppy given today, a tolerant, caring owner who won't abandon you as you grow into a real dog.
  • For every ailing pet, enough money for your owner to pay the bills to make you well.
  • For every lost dog, a clear, safe road, and well-marked path, to lead you home.
  • For every old and tired friend, a warm fire and a soft bed, to ease your aches and pains.
    And…
  • For every Heart Dog at the Bridge, a moment when you know that you are remembered today, missed again, and loved forever.

    - Author unknown