Photos were taken 2011
Photos were taken 2011
Some of my favorite quotes and my observations of cats:
“There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.” — By Albert Schweitzer
There is nothing better, when feeling down and out than to listen to some calming music while petting a cat that is sitting in my lap, with another cat perched on the arm of my recliner and one more cat draped around my shoulders. This is the epitome of relaxation which allows me to forget about my worries for awhile.
“Cats are rather delicate creatures and are subject to a good many ailments, but I have never heard of one who suffers from insomnia.” — By Joseph Wood Krutch
Well, one thing is for sure. Mr Krutch hit the nail on the head. As I watch my cats sleep, I’m so envious. They literally sleep about 16 to 20 hours- give or take an hour or so according to age. The older cats sleep until time to eat, groom, and go to the bathroom.. If only humans were able to sleep so easily with seemingly not a care in this troubled world!
“I had been told that the training procedure was difficult. It’s not. Mine had me trained in two days.” — By Bill Dana
Cats are intelligent beings. Mine let me know when they are hungry. One cat sits in a chair at the table and watches my every move as I attempt to eat breakfast. One cat touches my arm and looks into my eyes (never make eye contact with a cat unless you want to find yourself surrendering to that look of “feed me now.”) Shooing the cat away only causes guilty feelings so after I have taken several bites of my breakfast, I get up and feed my cats. After I feed the cats I still feel guilty because I did not place their needs before mine. So, definitely cats actually know how to train the dummy that “lives with them.”
“For me, one of the pleasures of a cat’s company is their devotion to bodily comfort.” — By Compton McKenzi, Sr.
I’ve had a cat/s in my life since I was a toddler (and other animals as well). And it never fails to amaze me how my cats seek the warmest, sunniest, or softest, pile of clean laundry on the kitchen table. One or two will settle in for a nap after picking the perfect site. The cats just seem to exude contentment with their furry self tucked into a ball. If a cat or two decides to nap on the clean laundry, I often find myself their servant, for I simply do not possess the will to move them- they just seem so content and happy in that particular spot.
Post and photographs: Yvonne
In August 2001, an almost unbearable summer was still underway. Texas in the summer is miserable with hot sticky heat waves that seem to go on and on with a relentless determination to keep the thermometer over 100 degrees for days and days. This particular August had been difficult for me. The heat seemed to intensify as I mourned the loss of one of my favorite cats, Bentley, who had gone missing in June. He had slipped out the back door one morning and I did not pursue him because I had hardly slept the night before due to a migraine headache that would not let up- even with strong medication. Bentley had never left the yard, always preferring to lounge under one of my husband’s trucks. So after he ran from the house I told myself that he would not go far and so I retreated back to bed where I stayed almost the entire day. I forgot about Bentley being outside and when I suddenly remembered at 10 o’clock, that he was still out, I began to call for him fully expecting that he would come to the door at break neck speed- happy to be going inside. But on this night Bentley did not appear. I was immediately worried and horrified for fear that he was not coming back. My fears became real by the next morning when he did not appear. In the days that followed, I drove around many neighborhoods putting up posters and running ads in the newspaper for at least 5-6 months. Bentley was never found and to this day I think of all the terrible things that could have caused his demise. Years later I still feel guilty because I forgot that he was outside. In the past I had not ever let a cat remain outdoors and to this day I can not comprehend why I was so lax and careless. Our home is in a semi-wood area with deep ravines about a block away. Coyotes might have eaten him and many other bad things could have taken his life. Losing Bentley impacted my summer in a way that I could not have imagined.
By mid July, I had spoken with a prominent neighborhood couple, who owned a corner plot of land that was a perfect stetting for a large sign that I had envisioned to advertise my lost cat. A large sign would display a reward of 500 hundred (yes, $500) and a description of my cat. The corner is a well traveled road and I thought the spot would be the perfect place for my lost cat sign. I believed that a large reward would be an enticement for people to pay attention stray cats or if someone had him, then they hopefully would return him to me.
Of course, I had to find someone to make my sign but finding a sign maker that I could afford proved to be a difficult task. I spoke with no less that 5-7 men before someone told me about a man in a small town that was about 12 miles from the city. I spoke with him on the phone and made an appointment to bring my cat’s photo and the information that would be printed on a large piece of sign board that I would furnish. In a few days I met with the man who seemed interested, however, he could not give me a definite price. I left the sign maker with a photo of Bentley, my name and also my phone number. My other obstacle was to locate a carpenter who could make a brace for the back of the sign. The brace would stabilize the sign by keeping it upright and in place. I obtained the sign board from the only store in our city that had what I needed.
To be continued: Look for Part II of “The Foundlings Four”.
Post and photographs: Yvonne
Bonnie and Phil are an awesome couple in their mid-40s who moved to my neighborhood several years ago. They are without human children, but have two furry kids. One is Merlin, a giant fuzzball of love. He is a beautiful rescued Old English Sheep Dog with a wonderful personality. He is sweet, fun, lovable, and a great patient. (This leads me to remind readers that if you want a pure bred dog, you can get one that just needs a loving home and help alleviate the problem of millions of unwanted animals). Bonnie and Phil’s other pet is a cat named Chaos that I had not seen as a patient before. I had seen Chaos out of the corner of my eye during a house call to see Merlin. Chaos is a calico cat with quite a reputation for causing chaos during vet visits. This beauty is an indoor cat only and I commend her owners for not allowing her to go outdoors.
I will digress here just a bit. The great outdoors is fraught with danger for any cat. Coyotes, bob cats, fox, cougars, stray dogs, and (possibly evil neighbors) are an ever present danger. Living in the city or suburbs does not mean your pet is safe from these predators. Getting into a fight with another cat or hit by a car are other real possibilities that will shorten your pet’s life.
This kitty’s owners were not aware of the importance of an annual physical exam by a vet. Until they heard about me, Bonnie and Phil were not aware that a house call visit was just a phone call away. Honestly I can’t blame them for not taking their rather fractious cat for an annual exam, but not getting an annual exam can lead to some serious diseases being overlooked.
Liddy found her way to our home about 7-8 years ago. She was very thin with a matted and dirty coat. I feel that she was either thrown out on the street near our home or was left behind by an apartment dweller that had moved away. This has become a common problem. Callous and cruel people think nothing of leaving a pet behind when moving. It is easier to move without being bothered with a pet. It is happening at an increasing rate and it is telling feature, in my humble opinion, of what is happening to our country. There is a famous quote by Mathatma Ghandhi who said, “The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way in which its animals are treated.”
Approximately 75% of solid orange tabbies are male, however, the solid orange gene produces a female now and then. The cat in this photo is named Gweenie who was once feral. She is mostly a loner but she will snuggle next to me if another cat has not claimed the space. Gweenie’s body structure is petite- she weighs about 5 and 1/2 pounds. I think she is among some of my prettiest cats and photogenic as well. Even her meow is petite. I love this little cat.
Post and photographs: Yvonne
Cat expressions are cute and funny. The various faces are so comic and cause me to make a mad dash for my camera. The expressions have often made my day and maybe these will give you a smile as well.
My cats love boxes, especially for napping. If I put a box out for them to play in, they just turn it into a den for sleeping or sitting . When there is just one box it soon becomes obvious that there is lots of competition of who will dive into the box when one of them vacates the special place. I have watched the competion to see which cat will be the next one. Often two cats that have been waiting for a turn ,will begin swatting/slapping each other for that precious box.
Many Mammals have whiskers on the face, and of course Homo sapiens (aka humans). On a cat, whiskers essentially act as delicate sense organs which contain nerve endings that are similar to the fingertips of a human.
There are about 12 whiskers on each side of the face, arranged in rows of four. Whiskers are present above each eye as well. The whiskers connect to muscle that is deep in the face. Cats use these as a measuring tool. This “tool” is a gauge of air movement, air current and air pressure.
Actually cats can not see in total darkness but use their whiskers as a guide. One could say that whiskers are the seeing eye dog for the cat. Since the whiskers act as a gauge, a cat is able to slither through an opening that we humans can not fathom.
How many times has your cat or kitten managed to find a secrete hiding place? Have you looked everywhere in your house trying to find your cat? Did you ever fear that somehow your cat managed to sneak through the door? Were you in a panic as you began to think the worse case scenario?
I’ve been “there and done” all the above. I’ve dashed out of the house as I called for my cat. I’ve looked all over my property as I used a spoon to beat on a can of cat food hoping to get the attention of the escape artist. I have searched every conceivable nook, cranny, and tree and then I have returned to the house. After all of that I became angry and frustrated as I tried to figure out how I accidentally let my cat get away. Actually I can’t begin to recall how many times this has happened. I have cried over a missing cat and then suddenly found myself looking in disbelief as my wayward cat casually strolls past me. Most of the time I am not able to figure out where my cat has been hiding. Clearly a cat can get in the smallest place possible and is like a little Houdini.
Post and photographs Yvonne