Until one has loved an animal, part of the soul remains unawakened

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Until one has loved an animal, part of the soul remains unawakened

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Thursday

Tootsie the Terrorist

An update on the New Queen, by the Cat Slave, Elizabeth

Tootsie the Terrorist Cat
I have been enjoying my new kitty. Tootsie. I have mentioned her in the last couple postings, but will reiterate. She's a Manx Calico and I swear she's some kind of dwarf cat. She is so tiny! Two years old, had kittens in October. I realize her being so thin could be from feeding kittens but she's been with me a couple weeks and plumped out, but weighs about 6.5 pounds.

There have been four accidental introductions. But, she is so aggressive and in the flick of a cat hair she's in attack mode.

First, was Timmy. She slipped through my legs as I entered the bathroom where she was residing. Since he was nonchalantly strolling by and totally unaware of what I was doing (his usual state of being) she went ballistic! Before I could move he had hightailed it through the house and ended up cowered in the kitchen window behind the curtains. Tootsie hadn't been in the kitchen before, so she was looking around cautiously when I caught up to her and got her back in the bathroom. It's odd... I haven't seen her have her fur standing on end.

Next was Queen Bambi. I made sure all the cats were shut in the bedroom. But, Bambi was having none of it. Finally, I was able to put her in the spare bedroom by herself. Unfortunately, I didn't make sure the door was latched tight and Bambi clawed her way out just as I was entering the bathroom. Same scenario, except Bambi headed for her sanctuary queen bed on top of the dryer. Needless to say that came crashing down along with a number of items throughout the hallway. I can do a pretty mean tigress hiss and that puts the fear of Dog into them. So, I was able to gather up the New Queen and put her away into the spare room.

My Maine Coon kitten, Shadow, (9 mo old) is three times her size, of course. But, he is terrified of her. He was victimized next. He follows me around like a puppy dog. I should have known! I got all the kitties into the bedroom. Door latched securely. I had Shadow in the kitchen and gave him his food. He was happily munching away when I went to the bathroom to pick up and carry the New Queen into the spare room so she could have some space to roam. Unbeknownst to me, Shadow had followed at my heels. Tootsie broke from my arms and the rest is history. I've got to give Shadow credit, though Even though she got a mouthful of fur before he headed under the bed, he spat at her with fervor. Once I got her back into the bathroom, I got down on my hands and knees by the bed to coax him out. He was okay.

Timmy is 3 yrs old but outsized by Shadow
It wasn't quite so bad with Buffy da Bampire Flayer. She's been skulking around a bit since Tootsie arrived and cuddling up when I'm asleep. She's insecure about the whole situation I can tell. However, Buffy is the only one making friendly overtures towards Tootsie, by hanging out near the cage and making cute sounds toward her, even turning upside down for her from the safety of the tower while they each stared each other down.

However..... when the two had their encounter, it was no better than the rest. I have to face it. Tootsie is a Terrorist! You will notice... spelled with a capital T.

All this time I've had her and I haven't been able to get her acclimated yet. The best I am able to do is move them from room to room so they all get to smell each other, eat out each others food bowls, use mutual litter boxes. That's all working well, knock on wood. Nobody is peeing where they aren't supposed to.

I moved Tootsie out of the comfort of the bathroom and only use it for her temporarily now. I've got the cage in the living room and Tootsie is housed (er.. incarcerated) there. It's about four feet by three, by four. So, Tootsie is able to be in the midst of things without terrorizing them. She doesn't have to feel isolated. Even if the other cats are off snoozing somewhere she gets attention from me, and from The Monk, and a little bit from those who visit. She has food, water and litter box as well as three shelves to be on, plus a comfy bed. The Hilton it is not, but it's the best accommodations I can provide to keep them all safe from one another

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I realize of course, it's "mama hormones" making her so fierce, but she ought to be back to normal sometime soon. Seems to me. She's been spayed. I'm using Feliway spray. Buffy seems the only one close to ready to bother to put up with her stuff. She keeps hanging around the cage and making friendly overtures even after their confrontation where I broke them up with my Tigress hissing/growling act. It confuses them and diffuses them.

 If I pick up Timmy and walk anywhere near the cage while Tootsie is in it, he stiffens into an arching, hair shredding mess! But, he doesn't struggle to get away. If I loosen enough for him to jump down, he curls into a tight ball and squeaks, "Hold me! Hold me! Protect me from the evil deemin!"

Friday

I Still Miss Him


In Memory of Ninja

Little Ghost cat,

Your footsteps pit-pat

In the hallway of my mind

The kiss of air, whisper-soft purr;

I hear the echos of your purr;

See your pouncing shadow everywhere....

And smile through my tears.

Author Unknown

Wednesday

Princess Tootsie Wild Kitty


So far the "New Queen" is not acting very friendly.

We had hoped she and Bambi wood be the best of friends, both being Queens and all.

Bambi say that Tootsie (that's her new name) is more like a spoiled Princess.

And for some reason, that's what Mom calls her too. At least. that's what I herd her tell The Monk.

She told the Vet her name is Princess Tootsie. So I guesses, Queen Bambi is right.

But me, Buffy and Shadow likes to call her just plain Tootsie.

We knows why Bambi don't like Tootsie. It was when Mom did the changeover. We all get to change rooms so Tootsie can get used to her new home and to smell us everywhere and know we live here too and not strangers.

The other day Princess Tootsie gotted out the cage real fast under Mom's legs and first thing she did was go after Bambi a growling and a screaming.

I never see fat old Bambi run so fast! They was all over the place.

Mom was able to stands between them when they stopped for a breath taking time.

She very brave! She pick up Tootsie like she was a precious sumpin' or other and carry her into da back room... our kitty room, and shut the door.

Then she go into the kitchen and pick up all the stuff that gotted throwed all over the floor.

Bambi has very hurt feelings cuz while they was running and screaming like Banshees, they pull down the royal red carpet and Bambi's special Queen bed off the dryer where Bambi get all warm all the time.

She say that her private sauna. And she say Tootsie dessa-crated her private sauna and queen bed. But, really, we thinks both of them did that.

While Tootsie was in the back room we all took a turn to investigate the cage. Maybe she like us more if she smell us more.

Monday

Caged Cats

Hey there! Hi there! Hi-dee-ho there! It's me! Timmy da Timid1 Guess whut? Queen Bamibi has made me "Lord of da Manor!" Ain't that the coolest thing ya ever heard? I not sure whut dat means, yet. She gonna tell me more. She say since Ninja gone, she need me to step up and take on my royal duties to her majesty. I can hardly waits to find out whut she means.

We been having lots of changes with our new kitty in da house. Let me tell ya how dat is going. Ya see, Shadow allus gets fed inside the kitty cage where he lived when he first came ta live wif us. Dats coz we not allowed ta eat his baby food. But, Mom forgot to close da cage door da udder day, so Buffy and I gots to look around inside.

Checking out the feeding area!

We been waitin' pashuntly for our new Queen ta make her akwaintance and finally Mom brot her outta her "confinement". Her was not happy 'bout it and her screeched at Shadow who dint know no better than to walk right up ta her and stick his nose at her! I barely got a look at her and decided to go hide away.

Queen Bambi made it quite clears what her thought of it when Mom brought the new Queen out to be in da cage for a while.

Bambi shows her displeasure!
Mom did dat for two days. Then, because it been so cold ouside in the freezing air in da house, her brought the new Queen into the cage to stay overnight in da living room. Mom wrapped it up in a blanket so we can't bother her and her can feel safe and warm, sez Mom. Da new Queen, she like dat, and don't screech at us no more.

First appearance of the New Queen!

Sunday

The New Queen

I hesitate to report that there is an INTERLOPER in the house!!!

Mom thought we wouldn't notice? That's what she thinks! Well, I'm no dumbie! I know what I sniff and it's a cat! Another cat!

Darn it Mom! Aren't we enough for you? Do you have to rescue every poor pitiful kitty that you stumble across?

Yes, yes. I can tell by the smell, she's a Queen cat, too! Thank heavens Mom didn't bring her kittens along with her!That would have been more than this Queen could bear!

She also has that strange medical smell that I once had on my soft underside. That was when I "got fixed"! My tummy was sore for a while there. And I suppose that's how it is for the new Queen. Obviously, she needs to recover. She doesn't need to be surrounded by the four of us right now. Poor thing!

I presume she's our new family member, and not just a visitor. Mom is pretty picky about who she lets into my home. She knows I wouldn't tolerate a parade of strange animals.

Well, except for the birdies she once brought home. But, of course, they were only temporarily visiting until the neighbor came over and got them.

My goodness but they were messy! They scattered bird seed everywhere. At least the outside birds we feed at the feeders clean up after themselves. Our visiting birdies were pretty, though. I have to admit it. But, they didn't sing out in our favorite high pitched songs.

So, even though they were interesting, we were not curious enough to have them come out of their cage and play. Mom had been a bit nervous about that. But, she had nothing to worry about.

The fish, on the other hand... we LOVE the fish! They are so fascinating! Mom calls them Angels. They don't have any wings. And certainly, they do not fly as angels might. Nonetheless they are beautiful to behold! Shiny silver so mesmerizing with black velvet striped patterns. Mother Nature has blessed us with such creatures!

As for the new Queen. I'm not so sure she will be a blessing. I haven't seen her. Haven't been that interested in getting acquainted. Haven't even bothered to introduce myself through the closed door. .

Shadow says she growled at him when he took a peek at her. Mom was entering the room to give her food and attention, when Shadow approached the open door. The new Queen took one look at him and went into Mother Tiger mode. She can't help it, you know. She still has mommy hormones in her. I'm sure of it. As I did, too. It made me protective even after my kits were gone on to their new forever homes.

Shadow has no manners! Well, what can one expect?He's only 8 months old. I haven't yet had the opportunity to take him under my tutelage. Once she feels more comfortable here I will greet her properly... one Queen to another

I've heard her purring when Mom goes in and sweet talks to her. She's a mystery to me. Shadow says he didn't get a good look at her, but he thinks she could be related to Buffy da Bampire Flayer. I wonder what the new Queen will be named.

Thursday

Naughty Kitty on Time Out from Video Gaming


Hi effurrybuddy! It's me! Yah... ME! It be Timmy da Timid! Ya miss me? I knowed it! I missed ya too! Queen Bambi wouldn't let me online coz I was playin' too menny video games. I dunt know what she talkin' bout! I just be jumpin' up by da TV all da time ta see what's all dem things movin' round alla time! They sure is fassinating! Ya know? Acourse ya know. I betcha yoo been up dere doin' da same thing. Yeah? Uh huh. I knowed it true!

But Queen Bambi, she say I was disreespectfull coz then Mom cants see da TV. Why.. she dunt even watch da dang thing half da time. She just gots it on, Mom say, ta keep her company.

But, ya know... MY Mom gots ME ta keeps her company! And Buffy da Bampire Flayer ta keeps her company! And my baby brudder, Shadow, ta keeps her company! Oh yeah... and Her Royal (pain in the haunch) Highness, Queen Bambi ta keeps her company. Why Mom even needs dat TV anyhoo? I purrsonally think she turn da TV on so she can laugh when I runs up and jumps on dat box in front of da TV to bats at all da movin' things on da TV.

But, dats whut I wuz talkin' about. That's whut Bambi... I means Queen Bambi put me on Time Out fer. Coz I was jumpin' on the video box and making the TV pictures changing. She say I play too much video games. I keeps tellin' her I dunt. But she say I do and dats why I was on Time Out and I not "permitted" to write no nothing on da bloggie for so long. Basides, I broke da Halloween kitty jumpin' up there. I dint mean to! Reely I dint. Dat's when Bambi put me on Time Out and I canst write on no Bloggie.

That... plus... we had so much udder stuff goin' on too. My Uncle Ninja, he went off to da Rainbow Bridge. I misses him so much! But him was so sick. I glad he got to feel better and go run free again. And we gots them widdle baby kittens and I got to be their pretend Papa. Then, they gots all sick and had ta go away, and Pinky nevers came back! I misses Pinky, too! And Mom cride so much about Pinky alla time. Bambi tell me it okay coz Pinky dint go to da bridge, but got dopted and a new furrever home after him got healthy again.


But, Shadow... MY Shadow... MY baby! Shadow... He come back home! Oh, him was so nervus and sad. All I could do was hugs him and licks him and purrs all over him and make him feel all happy again. Now he growin' up so fast. Queen Bambi, she say dat Shadow is 8 months old now and him still a baby. Him da biggest baby cat I ever did see! Him is as long as ME right now and I is a big boy cat. I mean mancat.

Bambi say I not "mature" enuff ta call myself a mancat. I dunt know. I kinda like still being a boycat. Mom still swoop me up and cuddle me like a boy cat. I think she not do that if she think I mature like my old mancat, Uncle Ninja. May him rest in peace.

Why they say that? Rest in peace? Huh? I wonnder. Him not resting as I unnerstands it. Him off running free on da udder side of da Rainbow Bridge. And mebbe even him going ta run right off into him next life like Queen Bambi say. If dat how it is, then him not resting at all. Cuz kittens, them moves around a lot!