Cat Purr Healing

Thank our lucky stars! It has been a quiet day around here.

Mom finally burned herself out and has been resting. Shadow said she looks tired.

Queen Bambi says we have to look for every opportunity to jump up and sit on Mom. 

We've got to keep her down. 

Timmy says we have to make her rest for her own good. She looks a lot better now.

They say kitty purrs are healing. We know they are!

Ninja's Tummy Better

Now that I'm feeling better, I thort I'd write and let Mom have a break. She needs it, those other lazy cats have kept her busy all day with their demands.

First, Buffy rolled all over her this morning when she was trying to sleep. She's funny that way. Mom wants to give her petting when she's up and awake, but Buffy snubs her. Then, when Mom is all helpless and sleeping, that's when Buffy decides she wants her loving. Funny thing is, I think it's because Mom has a REALLY LOUD PURR when she's sleeping. So, maybe Buffy thinks it's time for a purring fest. Purrsonally, I find it quite annoying and leave the room when Mom gets that noisy! I can't blame her, though. Try as she might, she simply is NOT a cat!

Then, Timmy trails Mom into the baffroom insisting on attenshun when Mom has important purrsonal stuff to do. We all think he's crazy. Who wants to sit on the edge of that big porcelain pond filled with water while Mom is in there? None of us but that silly Timmy! He says it's the only alone time he can get with her. But, that's a fib. He's snuggled up to her right this minute. Let's face it. Timmy was a slough kitten before he was rescued, so he thinks it's natural to hang out at the edge of all that dangerous water!

Queen Bambi keeps Mom busy with all her royal requirements. Mom does NOT allow any fur on top of the fish tank. But, Bambi is always challenging her on that. Bambi jumps up. Mom puts her down. Just as soon as Mom is busy with something else, Bambi jumps up again. And so on and so forth. Bambi has her reasoning, which I'm sure she will tell you about later. I'm not allowed to speak for HRH (unless she makes a decree for me to make an announcement).

Now the important stuff! I want to thank effurrybody fur all your well wishes, good purrs and head bumps during my recent ailment. Truly, I am feeling much better. No more of that up-chucking! And Mom gives me a little squirt of tuna flavored medicine to settle my tummy she got speshully made just for me by the furmacist at the Compounding Furmacy. I was gonna put a link, but they don't have a website. Guess they are too busy making good kitty medicine.

And thank you to my wunnerful Monk fur bringing me the get well flowers! Mom says I don't look very happy about them. She's right. Does anybody ever think of bringing in a big bouquet of catnip? But, I can't complain about the roasted chicken I have been dining on all week, so I wont say anything grumpy about them flowers.

Cat Philosphy

Purring would seem to be, in her case, an automatic safety-valve device for dealing with happiness overflow.

~~~Monica Edwards

English Writer

Tasty Mousie!

In my mouth
that's where he belongs,
or dancing on my paws, tight in claws,
or flipped in the air, tossed so high
I smack him across the room,
my best friend, Mousie.

Caught in a corner somewhere,
we play hide and seek.
"I found you! I found you!" I mew,
when I hear him squeak.
Oh, my mousie, my favorite thing!

I drop him into my water bowl
he might be thirsty, you know.
or maybe he'd like to swim
I sniff my mousie and lick him,
and take a nibble or two.
but I wont eat him.
I'd have no one to play with,
I would miss him. Wouldn't you?

I like to carry him tightly in my teeth
and hide him beneath the curtains,
under the rocking chair
or by the front door.
So, when people come in
they squeal in surprise.
I think they like mousie as much as I.

But, I don't want to share.
I take him behind the sofa
where he can sleep
way in the back to safely keep,
so the others won't find him,
and they never do.

Mousie has hard little eyes
a missing tail,
scrunched up fur
all sticky from play.
He has no more whiskers
I don't know where his ears went.
They just disappeared one day.
Really, and truly. I didn't eat them. I swear!
They must be hiding somewhere over there.

In the middle of night,
with the moon shining bright,
we are alone, Mousie and me.
Running back and forth we play joyously.
Leaping and scrabbling across the floor
we tear up rugs, throw pillows with glee.
Then, slide into the kitchen, where he hides
under the fridge just out of reach.
I stretch, and poke until my friend
is in my clutches again.

All tired out, I carry mousie
to my bed, roll on top of him
to hide him, protect him
to get myself comfy
and purr him to sleep.
I dream of him and I playing.
Oh, how I love my Mousie!

A Poem by Spyder
help with spelling and vocabulary by Miss E

Cat Apparition

We have respectfully avoided jumping up on the rocking chair all the time we have lived here. Even Jeffery never sat on it.

Something different about it makes it special and mysterious. Lately, Spyder began sitting under it a lot.

When we wake up from our naps, there he is. We've asked him why he sits there. He says he's talking to his friend.

We thought he meant his friend, Humphree, the dog who was lost. We thought he was pretending Humphree was here with us. But, no, he insists it is not.

Apparently, some invisible cat rests upon the rocker whispering secrets to Spyder. This all started last month, and we didn't pay much attention to it. But, it's continued and now we are wondering more and more what's going on?

Ninja tells me there are many stories of ghosts his teachers told him. When he was little he enjoyed the ghost stories, but as he grew up he realized it was part of his teachings.

This is all quite mysterious to me. How can there be something I don't understand? I have to admit we have previously seen something out of the corners of our eyes as I have mentioned before.

Lately, I have heard unfamiliar purring. Perhaps that is the whispering Spyder claims he hears from the lady cat who took care of him when he first came to live with us.

We've never seen her. But, he insists.

What are we going to do with this precocious young boy cat?

Perhaps it is more than his imagination.

Attention, Please!

                              
Every time that Miss E sits down at her computer, I know that I have her cornered.

This is the best time for me to come over to her for petting.

Sometimes she is an easy target. But, sometimes she is not.

Once she gets busy, she wont get up for a while. So, I just head over to the side of her chair and purr loudly so she will notice me.

If that doesn’t work, I meow at her in my most firm, Ninja voice.

If she cannot hear me, and this seems to be most of the time, I stand on my hind legs, pull on her belt, and poke her with my paw!

And again give a firm command.

Sometimes she is so focused that she still doesn’t notice, even if I use my mind-over-matter skills and penetrate her brain with thoughts of "pay attention to cat!"

Bambi thinks that is so impolite of me! But ya gotta do what ya gotta do in order to train a purrson properly. And I do want her attention! Sometimes I need to give her a karate chop.

If that doesn't work, I have resorted to what my ancestors would have done, and that is to bite her! Don't be shocked. Really, it is ever so gentle of a nudge with the sharp points of my teeth!

How could she possible ignore this technique? Usually by this time she picks me up and rewards me with the attention I deserve.

Cats can see Apparitions

We've been having a lot of odd things happening lately.

Sometimes we see something out of the corner of our eyes. We look and nothing is there. What ever it was that we saw, has disappeared.

We know we are not imagining things. All of us can see these apparitions.
 
Spyder says that he has always seen them. He never mentioned it because he thought we all did. He said when he was very little, and first came to live with us, he thought it was another cat. He insists that she sat with him and gave him warmth when he was alone in the bathroom.

Miss E kept Spyder in the bathroom when he first arrived so that we could get used to his smell.

That was a good idea because when a new cat smell is in the house, we think of it as an intruder.

As a baby kitten, Spyder would have been scared if he were left alone with us big cats.

It's not that we've been seeing things only. Sometimes we hear another cat, or what sounds like another cat. But, it is not an outdoor kitty. Sometimes it is a faraway meow from way up high somewhere.

Occasionally, when we are all together on the bed sleeping peacefully with Miss E, we have heard a slight purring, but we have always thought it was one of us until recently when we heard the purring coming from right on top of her.

Now we smell a cat smell around the house. It is like the cat smell on the rocking chair.

None of us has ever sat on that rocking chair. It has always seemed like it was not for us to sit on, even though Miss. E has invited us to be there.

We are wondering what is going on!

Amazing Cats in the News Today

I have been perusing the internet for cat news as I had heard about a cat named Sal Esposito, from Boston, who was summoned for jury duty. So, I wanted to find out if it was true. Sal was sent official documents requiring his presence in court. His people tried to arrange his release from the responsibility by filling out the appropriate forms and stating that he cannot speak English. We cats can speak every language in the world, but people just cannot read our thoughts properly. Some do, but not all.

Though Bambi says the very idea of it is "preposterous", I think the world could use more cats on juries. After all, we are very good judges of character! In fact, maybe we need to consider becoming Judges and just do away with jury duty altogether!

By the look on Sal's face, it seems like he would be a good candidate. Don't you think? Go check out the link and you will see what I mean.

Then, I read about the Cat, named T.C. who was 40 feet up in a tree and calling out for help for three days. Everyone thinks that a cat stuck up in a tree can get himself down. That is a myth. Only a ninja cat, like myself would be able to fly down from such a height. And there is no mistaking that other myth that people believe. Cats do not always land on their feet. In fact, a cat falling from such a height as T.C was would definitely be injured. But, what's a cat to do? T.C. kept calling until someone came to help him. What is very sad about all this is that T.C.'s people were never found. Even though T.C. had a computer chip, his information was not up to date! It is too bad that people cannot change the information themselves by using their computers or something. Instead they have to rely on the chip company to do it for them. What happens if the people have lost the paper work on their chip? The outcome for T.C. is that the man who rescued him gave T.C. a new forever home.    Did I mention that T.C. stands for Tree Cat?


In another not so happy Cat story in the news that has a happy ending:
Bambi was very saddened by the article on the cat who was found frozen in the snow. She is not happy with me as she says I lack compassion, and didn't get as upset about it as she did. She was even crying real tears. I'm a pragmatist as well as a Ninja, so I must control my feelings over and above all.

But, I knew that kitty would have the strength and stamina and will to survive as soon as I saw her picture. Just look at her! She looks so much like Jeffery, I thought she might be his sister! Her nose is prettier than Jeffery's nose was, though. Her name is Annie and she is 13 years old. (But, Jeffery was 17 or 18 when he died, so he couldn't be her brother) I'm sure Annie went through a harrowing ordeal, but us cats are sure amazing what we can survive! Though it might have taken one of her nine lives, I bet she has some Tibetan Monk training.

When I was being trained in my meditation and yoga skills, my Lhasa Apso doggie teacher told me about the monk cats of the high Himalaya mountains who can sit in the snow and freezing temperature and survive. I never got trained that way, because there is no snow where I grew up here in California. We are all purring for Annie now to get well and go home to her people, who lost her doing a move to a new house. I am also sending her healing through my ninja powers. It still works even though it is long distance to Attleboro, Massachusetts.

Here is another story about an amazing cat who survived a brutal winter in Edmonton, Canada and found a new home. You're going to like this one about BobCat.

Getting Even

With the rain we've had all day, there aren't any birds or bugs to watch out the windows.

So, I retired to my boudoir and took some beauty sleep. Certainly, I don't need it, as beautiful a cat as I am. But, I am certain, it is good for all cats to get at least 14 hours of sleep a day.

Humans do not know how to sleep!

Since my boudoir is up on the bookcase headboard above the pillows on Miss E's bed, I have a good view of the room.

So, I wasn't surprised when Ninja jumped up on the bed and nudged his head under Miss E's hand as she was reading.

And, she fell for it!

He was all over her without restraint. getting his belly rubbed and purring and licking her fingers.

I thought ninja's were supposed to show complete composure at all times. But, perhaps it is one of Ninja's mysterious and inscrutable methods of mind control.

Just then, I heard Spyder give a meow to come and look at something, so I quietly leaped down without disturbing the love fest, and went to him.

Spyder had slept in Ninja's round futon bed yesterday and now he was inviting me to try. Little does he know that originally was my bed, so I gladly jumped up and got all curled up, happy and snug as a bug in a rug.