Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Mew, Mew, Mew - A Feline Love Story


While I know that feral cats are not as inclined to befriend strangers this easy, this is a nice fantasy-I think. 

Hope you enjoy it.



Mew, Mew, Mew – A Feline Love Story


Driving through downtown Raleigh on a sunny Sunday afternoon I was touring, a frequent hobby on such a lazy day. Off to the side of the road was a glimpse of a little furry body, no bigger than the side mirror of my Celica. Slowing down and pulling over I must have been spotted. The little body of fur ran over to a pile of debris, only the pile was moving! It appeared the "debris" had legs as it rolled over and playfully tussled with the furry body.

Off to the side I saw two grown mama cats, strays one would say, but by no generic means. One was gray and white and splattered with spots and the other was rusty gold and white with splatters as well. Off to the side was evidence of the source of the splattering. There was a puddle of muck and mire that had evidently been attacked by a tire in the kitty’s range.

By the time I was out of my car and well on the way to catch a lens view through the imaginary camera in my mind. First "Rusilla" caught me leering at her baby and "Ashley" glared back at me. Both started yowling in unison, and I offered my assurance. "Don’t worry I won’t hurt your babies." I shook with amazement at the next statement, not from me.

Rusilla retorted with: "No you won’t hurt our babies, we won’t let you!" 

Shaking my head in amazement I daringly edged my way close. By the time I was a car’s width away from the babies Rusilla was jumping off her wall throne and fluffed to protect her offspring. Ashley followed suit. Speaking again as to how I could be trusted and how I could help I heard and felt Rusilla’s reply.

"Why should we trust you? Nobody else wants us around. We have been thriving quite well without your help!"

Motioning toward the babies I remarked how pretty they were but how the weather would be turning soon and they would need a good, warm home.

 
Ashley then spoke up; she had a meeker tone and looked at Rusilla. "Hey, she has a good point. What will happen to our babies?"

Rusilla fluffed again in defense and pride justified in her words: "Who’s to say she won’t abandon us. You know the time Billie and Bobbie lost their babies. Some big guy just pulled up and took their babies and left their parents to cry themselves to death. I just don’t want to live not knowing our babies are okay."

Now I knew what I must do! My confident reply: "How about I take you all home with me? You can all stay at my house and never have to worry about the weather, finding food or anything!"

Rusilla and Ashley looked at me as if amazed. Ashley spoke up: "You would do that for us? Why?"

"Why not? I have met you now and you have wrapped yourselves around my heart."

"Mew, mew, mew." I looked at my feet or you could say felt two sets of paws clawing and my (thank God I am wearing pants) leg. 

"It seems your babies have decided but won’t you follow suit and come along?"

"Well, seems as if…" Rusilla conceded.
"Let’s go, I’m hungry." Ashley agreed.

Rusilla replied: "Yes, let’s."

Once home with four new family members they were ready to put me to the test. The scent of salmon filled the air as I, the unprepared hostess, rummage through the cupboard for the first of many feasts. Having placed the dishes, pie tins and plastic containers in a line up on the floor I could barely move away quick enough. Two youngsters were scaling my legs and two moms were licking their chops.

"Bon appetit, my little friends," I announced. No need to do so as they were well into their flinging feast almost to the bottoms of their kitty china.

Satisfied and ready to nap, the kittys made themselves at home.

My house became a home when love walked through the door, wrapped up in my heart they would suffer never more.

As I settled in to my big fluffy bed I noticed much activity around me. All were searching for their beds for the night. Not quite home enough for them to trust they finally settled by the back door. Truthfully I acknowledged they all needed a proper bathing and shots and I pondered about how to approach this issue.

Answers came as the new day presented itself. Rusilla, Ashley, Billy and Jenny (now that I have learned the babies names) were are lined up in my bedroom door, staring me awake. All eyes wide open I moseyed in to the kitchen to find breakfast for five. Scratching through my limited supply I managed to find enough for a simple entrĂ©e. 

"Mew, mew, mew." Is the message I heard from all. Assuming they were satisfied I proceeded to the door, car keys in hand.

"Well friends I must run to the store and pick us up some groceries. Rusilla, Ashley do you have any special requests? I also plan to pick up some bath items and flea treatments at the vets. Care to ride along?"

Rusilla spoke in an uncertain tone. "What is a vet?"

"Well, a vet or veterinarian is a special doctor who helps animals who are sick to get well. Also a vet helps all animals become healthy and strong. They give shots and help with bathing and other hygiene."

"Hmm," Rusilla replied, "maybe we need to go see this vet so we can be healthy." With this he motioned to his troop and they all lined up at the door. "Let’s go to the vets."

What one did not know about was the call I snuck to the vet’s office earlier.

"Well, here we are kitty crew, who wants to go first?"

"Of course I will." Rusilla insisted. "I have to check this vet out before I let anybody else go in." Rusilla proudly sauntered on down the hallway. Staff members remarked along the trail about what a pretty puss Rusilla was. She acted nonchalant, while she fluffed her fur and picked up her strut. Once she eyed the doctor she turned to me and mewed. No talk from Rusilla in front of the vet. Picking up the cue I commenced.

"Hello doctor. This is Rusilla. She is one of four new family members. She wanted to check you out before she would allow her family to come see you. They are waiting in the lobby. You see, doc, I found this family downtown. How could I leave them with knowing that winter could be rough? I just want to keep them well and fed and they are welcome to stay in my home."

One could see the concern in the doc’s eyes and hear it in his voice. "Well, you know feral cats may never make good pets, but they may do better with shots and neutering." The doc then proceeded to lightly touch Rusilla on her back. Rusilla flinched but looked at my face and managed to calm.

"Please explain shots and neutering to me so I can think this over." I requested from the doctor. He went on to explain what shots were necessary and why neutering was a good idea. As well he also explained the virtues of hygiene. With a nod of my head the doctor excused himself. As soon as the door was closed Rusilla looked at me with concern in her eyes.

"Where does he think he is coming from? We will be fine in your home. You seem like you care and if you change on us it is out the door we go. That is fair enough for me. Can we get the shots and neutering?" 

"Of course Rusilla and you are so right. If I ever displease you then you can feel free to go elsewhere. It may break my heart…but…"

The doctor reentered and I requested shots and baths for all and appointments for neutering. At my special request my "family" was able to select their own bathing supplies and food at the vets pet supply store.

Pushing little shopping carts the kitties shopped in the pet spa. Filling their baskets with lovely scented soaps they seemed to actually enjoy their first shopping trip. "Mew, mew, mew." The babies responded, looking in my eyes. They were obviously enjoying their ride in the baskets and looking all over the goods.

Having selected a pouch of treats I offered a sample to each. All were very grateful for such a gesture.

Once home we are all a bit tired form the adventurous morning. Hungry as well we all had a nice and much healthier lunch. As I settled into my easy chair I was just beginning to doze when I felt a thump. A hairy tail is grazing my head. Next there was another thump one the arm of the chair and a nose kneading into the back of my hand. Before long my comfortable easy chair accommodated five very content folks. The scent of lilacs filled the air. All was mellow in our little world.

My, correction, our home knows no better love than the love of feline kind.

By the way, Rusilla informed me: "Mew, mew, mew" is kitten talk for "I love you."
© Lisa Tomey 8/02/2003

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Crossing the Rainbow Bridge

The Rainbow Bridge
 
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.  When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. 

There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food and water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.   All the animals who have been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. 

The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing, they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.   They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; his eager body begins to quiver.   Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. 

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face, your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. 

Then together you and your special pet cross the Rainbow Bridge... 

                                            --Author Unknown 

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Rest in Peace - Sampson Davis, Jr. August 7, 1995 to February 24, 2010

Our hearts are full from all the love and grief we feel with the loss of our beloved Sampson. His message would be that he had a good, full life and gave and received lots of love. Cancer is what took him away but what gave him life was his curiosity, ornery ways (especially to dogs), mousing abilities, social network in the woods behind the house, daring ways nose to nose with wood rats and his wonderful healing powers. He could lay near whoever was sick and heal them. Sampson you will be missed but it won't be a surprise to see you in our dreams. We love you "Coolio, Cool Cat, Coolest Cat in Town, Sampsy, and of course Sampson."

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Help Say "Thank You" to All Our Veterans and Help Them Heal with Pets for Vets

I was surfing the internet and found this cool site! Veterans can have a chance to let their furry loved on heal them. I personally know I have healing powers. I have been called "Doctor Sampson" because whenever someone is sick I stay with them. My attending help gets them all better. This whole Pets for Vets plan sounds like a win:win situation. 

Here are some things that can be donated (copied and pasted from their web site).

Crates (all sizes)
Beds (all sizes)
Towels
Metal food bowls
Kong chew toys (all sizes)
Stuffed dog toys
6 foot leashes
Dog Collars (all sizes)
No slip collars
EZ walk harness
Dog food
Dog treats
Grooming equipment (brushes, nail clippers)
Baby gates

You really have to check out the web site for more info. 

The official website:


Sampson gives a four paw salute to all veterans! Thank you for serving our country. MWAH

☼☼☼☼☼Sampson☼☼☼☼☼

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Nom Nom Nom I Loves Me Some Fresh Catch and More - Guidelines for Feeding Me

It is no secret that I love to eat. But I don't just eat anything you stick under my nose. I am a lover of fresh fish and chicken. I have been ambitious about trying new things. When new to the world I once scaled somebody's leg so I could check out the frying bacon. But I am getting older now and my tastes are more discriminatory. Just in case you ever come bearing gifts here are some guidelines:

  • Don't get too hopeful. One day I  ♥ a food and the next I won't. Don't ask me why, I am just that kind of cool cat.
  • Fix me a plate too. Turkey lunch meat is my personal favorite. I don't get why people have separate food from me. Stupid.
  • Ice is a must. I  ♥ water. My personal favorite is toilet water. What is the big deal? This is a cool bowl with fresh, cool water. If you fill my water dish it MUST have ice. If you put it on the table, all the better.
  • Share. If you sit down with a plate of food, you had better have me in mind.
  • Help me out. I am getting older. One of my favorites is pre-chewed meat. Mommy does this especially for me. She chews up her beef and lets me have it. No it is NOT gross! It is LOVE  ♥ ♥ ♥
  • Fresh catch must be prepared with my tastes in mind. If you cook salmon steaks, shrimp, crab legs and other sea offerings-prepare some with bland seasonings. Make enough for both of us. I eat this like crazy. 


OK so now that you have an idea of my tastes, take some advice. As an advocate for all miracle cats, I am asking you to donate cat food to other cats who have nothing. While enjoying the creature comforts, keep in mind that there are starving animals who need love and attention. Here's a great place to start: Animal Shelters

❀❀❀❀❀ Sampson ❀❀❀^..^❀❀❀

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Sampson is Pleased to Announce His Blog

Hello, Sampson here all the way from Council Bluffs, Iowa. I am going to be 14 in August, born in 1996. From the beginning hope and opportunity became the mark for survival. Earthly life almost ended about as quickly as it came. First person was not a nice person (they were stupid) and they put me in a bag, closed it and threw me away. It wouldn't be long before somebody came around. If something had not happened, crossing the rainbow bridge would have been inevitable.

When somebody came by the dumpster the best way to be heard was to cry. Mew, mew, mew and on and on until an earth angel provided rescue. Love Mews and Purrs started pouring from my happy heart. First matter of business was to fatten me up. It seems that cottage cheese was a personal favorite. Before long, fur was fluffing up and strength became fortified. Nice parent (and SMART parent) could not keep kitties so it was time to find a loving home. Nice parent found me another nice parent to provide a good home. 

It seems that from the beginning there was a need to seek out which family member would be mine. To hear it told, it seems that new parent number one would be the one chosen. This was indicated by selecting said parent's cheek and giving a kitty kiss. Seems like the new mommy was not keen on taking in another four legged angel. With mission at hand to break this woman down all sorts of tricks were played. The kiss became a favorite, only followed by my "hello Mommy, let me roll on my back for a tummy rub" technique. Not one to give away any signs on weakness, I sufficiently attacked any hand contact with my tummy. Mommy learned that the best tummy tickle was one with a well shooed foot.


So this is my first blog post. I have many stories to tell, so stay tuned. MWAH (kisses) Sampson