every day's just like starting over
and that's not always a good thing
I recently put up this memorial plaque for our furry loved ones who have gone ahead of us to the Rainbow Bridge.
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I also remember the many other beloved cats and dogs we have had the privilege to live with over the years. We love our babies very much.
Now that the weather is nice enough for catio time, Philip’s little Friend comes to visit him there. Aren’t they just the cutest?
Philip is suddenly obsessed with shadows, he has been chasing them all over the house for about a week now. His favorite is the shadow I make as I’m leaving my office. He can jump about four feet in the air to try to get my wiggling shadow fingers! It’s so funny how pets can obsess about things just like people do, ha.
When I was at Copper Creek Mercantile the other day buying cat food, Jen told me that they had something new. When she showed it to me I knew I had to get a can for Philip to try.
Here is what the food looks like:
Now, I don’t know if Philip’s mama kitty ever brought him a mouse to eat when they were still living outside, but Philip didn’t want this. He would barely even get near it. He jumped down and went away until I got out some of his regular, non-pâté food. He likes his food to have chunks, like real chicken or fish, and he has never been a fan of the pâté style. There really isn’t any way of knowing whether he rejected it because of the mouse, other ingredients, or the style of the food, but Philip says no, thank you.
This is Philip:
This is Lamby, Philip’s favorite toy:
This is Baby Philip biting on Lamby, instead of his Mama’s arms.
This is current Philip biting on Lamby instead of Daddy’s arms.
Philip enjoys biting Lamby and doing bunny-kicks. Lamby keeps our arms free from bites and scratches. Lamby is a good sport!
Meow there! Welcome to my blogger!! I am Philip. Mama said I could blogger today, so here I am. I am a big kitty now and I weigh 13 weight-thingies , but I used to be a little baby so Mama and Daddy still call me their little baby. Here is a picsher of me when I was a little baby, after Daddy rescueded me from the outdoors place. Before Daddy rescueded me I was living under one of his trucks where my Mama Kitty had put me, but I wasn’t having safety. Daddy put out a thing with some delishus noms in it and I came in to eat the noms and then I couldn’t go out again! Then Daddy brought me in the house place and I am now what is called a house cat! I am very speshul to Daddy espeshully because he rescueded me himself!
Here are some picshers of me when I was a tiny baby living in the outdoors place.
My Mama Kitty took good care of me and she did her best to keep me safe, but she didn’t have a house to live in or a Mama and Daddy to take care of her. My Mama and Daddy gave her crunchers to eat every day and drinks in the drinks bowl.
But guess what happened? My Mama Kitty had FIVE more little babies in Daddy’s shed! He found them and brought them in the house, but he wouldn’t let me see them because he thought I might try to play with them and I probly would have, and they were just tiny little tiny babies. Then Daddy put out some delishus noms and my Mama Kitty went in to eat them and couldn’t get out! So Mama and Daddy brought her in the house place with her tiny little tiny babies so she could take care of them. Soon Mama took my Mama Kitty and my tiny little tiny sibleengs to a place called Salem Friends of Felines. The nice ladies there took my Mama Kitty and the tiny little tiny babies to what is called a pawster home, where they got to live in a house place just like I do! Then the nice ladies found good house places for my Mama Kitty and all the tiny little babies so they could be house cats too! I was so glad when Mama told me that they were all being loved and cared for just like my Mama and Daddy care for me!
Here are more photos of me being a happy house cat:
I hope you liked my blogger!
~Philip
Hi, I’m Tuffy, and I am a big senior cat, age 12. I asked Mama if I could do a guest post on her blog to practice for my own blog and she said yes, I could. I am not so great at the spelling and stuff so she is helping me.
I will tell you some things about me. These are some things I like:
My family, especially Mama.
Wet foods, fish flavor.
Crunchy foods, fish flavor.
Snackers, fish flavor and actual fishies. Mama says the fishies are “freeze-dried minnows”.
My special water drinking fountain.
Being in my comfortable and safe home.
Napping in various places.
Rubs from Dad.
Pets from my family.
Laptime with Mama.
My catio.
Helping Mama in her office.
Scratching on my big carpet roll.
Playing with my birdie, mousie, and springie thingie.
Napping some more.
More laptime.
Sunbeams.
Doing zoomies after I potty, MOL!
Here are some things I don’t like:
Philip, our kitten. He is too wiggly and he jumps out at me a lot.
New people.
A human hand approaching me from the front of my face.
Wet foods, beef flavor.
Fleas.
When Mama is gone.
When my claws are too long.
Going to the doctor.
Itchy ears.
To learn more about me, head on over to my blog www.tuffyshome.wordpress.com !
(From an essay I wrote for my English 101 class in college last week.)
Bears are some of the most adorable creatures in the animal kingdom. They are roly-poly, have cute faces, and look terribly cuddly. For these reasons they should make wonderful pets. In my opinion, however, cats make much better pets than bears. In this writing, we will examine the topics of each pet’s size, cost, and temperament.
First, cats are smaller and more portable. A cat can, in theory, be picked up and moved to wherever you want it to be. In order to move a bear, you might actually have to hire a team of movers, (or have donuts). In this same vein, a cat can fit on your lap for snuggles. A nice large bear could weigh a thousand pounds and would therefore not fit on a regulation-sized human lap, much as it might want to. A bear this size would likely squash your sofa, so sitting together watching television would not be very feasible. A cat-sized pet just works much better in your living room.
When you have a cat in the house he will easily find a place to sit or sleep, and will take short little naps throughout the day with bursts of speed or eating in between. Your bear would find it hard to get comfortable in most rooms of the house because of his size. You might have to remove your favorite coffee table to make space for him when you watch movies. He would undoubtedly insist on hibernating all winter long and would need his own room so he wouldn’t be woken by the washing machine or the coffeemaker. A new bear parent would likely fail to budget for an extra room for their pet, to say nothing of the amount of extra food the bear would want when he wakes up from his long winter’s nap.
As far as food goes, cats do not eat very much. One can of cat food plus three-quarters of a cup of crunchy food per day is enough for most cats, with a freeze-dried minnow or two at snacktime. Our large bear friend could eat up to 90 pounds of food per day just before hibernating, and that would need to be fresh-caught wild salmon at between fourteen and seventeen dollars per pound. This might be cost-prohibitive for most ordinary pet owners. The bear would also be very interested in all of your food and treats, especially donuts. While your cat might taste your donut, he wouldn’t really care much about it. Your bear would eat your donut off your plate and demand the other eleven donuts. It would be very hard to keep donuts in the house if your pet was a bear.
A bear is a wild animal, and is therefore unpredictable. While you might argue that domestic cats can also be unpredictable, the damage that could be done by a capricious cat is not the same as what could be done by a bear who, say, suddenly decides he doesn’t like the movie you’re watching and tries to eat your new T.V. While your cat might get testy for no reason and scratch or bite you, a little soap, water, and Neosporin will usually take care of the problem. You would have to be much more careful not to annoy your bear, because a scratch or bite from him would undoubtedly cause more extensive damage. An E.R. trip might be in order, with the added expense of an ambulance ride, and nobody wants that.
In conclusion, while bears are delightful animals (and could actually guard your house, which cats mostly refuse to do), I think most will agree that cats score higher on the list of pet pros than bears do. Cats eat less, take up less space, and while just as easily annoyed as bears, do not have the capacity to cause as much pandemonium. And since there are so many more cats than bears available, you can literally always find one (or more) to invite into your home. Your kitty will reward you with cuddles and purrs, as well as playtime and laptime – and there are not many things better than those!
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