For this Caturday post I started with a single image of a cat with what looks like a pattern of a cat on it's back! Could I really find 9 more just like it?!? Well it seems it was something that people are calling "Cat Painting" and if that sounds weird it is because it IS weird. I have no idea if they are real or not, but some of them look rather amazing indeed...
Tags: Cats of Tashirojima Island, Russell
Caturday is a day to celebrate the world of cats with funny pictures, silly memes, and lots of chats about the silly things cats do. But this is not going to be one of those kind of posts. What I want to show you is the top 10 best images of the cats of "Cat Island!" It is called that because the stray cat population is in fact twice as big as the amount of humans!
I have to thank Russell Deasly for his wonderful Caturday posts of Top 10 cats – the two I reblogged – wow, I am learning how to do more things on this blog – he finds the most interesting and hilarious photos for his blog.
I have realized I have to go downstairs and find my 4 x 5 photos and scan them so I can put up pictures of my two cats and also my Mom’s cat Josephine. I took them before they had digital cameras – way in the dark ages to some. I do have a photo of Subaru, my close friend Kathie’s cat Subaru. He is rather an enigma to me because I have hardly seen him when I visit her – he spends most of his time sleeping under the covers in her bed. So one of these days, we will meet face to face – naturally when he is ready.
Kathie found him inside a car engine when he was just a tiny kitten, I suspect that is where he acquired his name. She really wasn’t looking for a cat but he had her at Meow. He has turned out to be a most remarkable car – he has the ability to send messages to me and always knows when I call or emails. Kathie says he jumps up in her lap when we are talking or emailing. He has also helped me a lot – now I know this sounds like woo woo stuff, but it is true. She sent me an email with three pictures of him – he is quite something! In the email, she wrote this:
I asked Subaru to help me with a healing for you and it was like he was waiting to be invited. He, in my mind’s eye, immediately somehow ended up around your neck, twirled like a sleeping contented kitty, (a neck muffler) started purring and put his cute little nose right at your throat and whispered …. “courage”. So that is the message from him. Speak out, find your courage, you are loved.
Whenever I see tanks driving or Army solders walking down the street I look at their camouflage jackets, hats and paint jobs wondering how on earth they manage to "blend in" with such oddly coloured paint schemes. But it is exactly the same for animals, some animals are so strangely coloured it is a real mystery to me what environment they would blend in with!
Here is some good news for you, it doesn't matter where you live in the World it is officially the weekend, and that also means that it is Caturday! So stop doing that "last little bit of work" and if you are at work, take just a small time-out and relax as I show you the awesome styles that a cat can bend its body into when they are stretching...
Tags: Cat, Humane Society, Muffet, pet, purr, Tiger
This the first thing to know about me. I am just starting this blog, so everything is in default at the moment. I will put up pictures when I find them and we will see how it goes. I am certainly open to suggestions, gentle critique right now and anything else you would like to contribute to the conversation.
I grew up with cats and there is nothing like a soft, warm furry body on my shoulder purring in my ear. When a cat sleeps on me and is so relaxed it is almost as if they have no bones; yet they can be fully awake in a flash. All our cats were outdoor cats, though my younger sister would let them into her room from the window. We had a mama cat who would have a litter of kittens in the canyon, then bring them up to the house when they were old enough. Of course we girls loved them and wanted to keep them but usually Mom would have the Humane Society come and take them away – at least those they could catch. They all had personalities and things we each loved about them. I’m not sure if they were all the mama cat’s kittens or if there were a couple who just arrived one day.
Eddie and I had two cats of our own, Muffet was mine and Tiger was more his cat. Both were adopted from people taking in cats. Muffet was my sweetheart, a fluffy calico angora – she had a cape and hood of calico and the rest of her was white. She was very skittish because she had lived outside for the first year of her life, don’t think she ever quite relaxed completely with us. She always wolfed down her food, then promptly threw it up again. It was hard to figure out how much was enough for her so she could keep it down and get what nutrients she needed. I realized after a while that she was an undercover lap cat – if you couldn’t see her it didn’t count. At night she would sleep with me, but only between the cover and the blanket. After a time I would wake in the middle of the night with a big weight on my shoulder or chest – it was Muffet; but it was dark, so her status as not a lap cat was safe. not quite sure what as going on but she seemed to be determined to sleep on me no matter what part of me it was. I loved her dearly and when she developed a tumor, she had to be put to sleep. I regret that I didn’t do it before I left on a trip, I didn’t want to lose her and it was all about me, not what was best for her. I had a call from the vet while I was away and she had to be put to sleep. I felt I had abandoned her when she needed me most – it still hurts to this day.
Muffet was such a sweetheart, fairly quiet. Then there was Tiger – a more rambunctious cat than any I have ever known. It was 6 months after losing Muffet that we adopted him – my husband wanted another cat but I wasn’t ready. I wish I had put my foot down but I allowed myself to be overridden – another example of giving up my power. Eddie wanted to choose the cat this time and when the two of them locked eyes, Tiger had a home. He was a very affectionate cat and loved sleeping on me – yes, I enjoyed it myself. At night he would race around the house, knocking over things and generally making a racket. Sometimes I think he used to run around the walls and who knows, he could probably have made it to the ceiling. He was definitely a counter jumper and loved to get on top of the refrigerator. I was at my wit’s end with him – I was ready to send him back.
However, as time went on I was able to deal with him and keep things out of reach. Plus he calmed down a lot and that certainly helped. once again I was doing latrine duty and vet runs – this was Eddie’s cat but I tool care of him. He too wolfed down his food and sometime brought it back up again. He was always ready to eat anything he found – not always what we had in mind. Unfortunately he also developed a tumor, had chemo for it but it really didn’t help. He was on prednisone and I learned how to stick a pill down his throat and make him swallow it. Not much call for the ability for quite a while. They said he had 3 months at the most, it was 2 years later when I had to put him to sleep. He kept getting thinner and thinner, yet he never acted like he was a sick cat, not until the end. I held him in my arms and talked to him as they gave him the shot. I also asked him to tell Muffet how sorry I was I hadn’t been there for her. All this at the time my dad had just died and our niece from Jerusalem was visiting.
I want another cat, I just remember the latrine duty and vet runs – still not ready for that. I have often thought Eddie and I are hazardous to a cat’s health since both our cats developed tumors. It really isn’t related but I just don’t want to go through all of that again. I love being around cats and pet them whenever I can, just not ready for one of my own yet.