Princess survived her surgery and is wearing stitches. She is now safe from the drudgery of raising kittens and fighting off suitors. There are two Suitors in the neighborhood, one of them is a brown Siamese who has been patiently waiting to jump her bones at the first sign of her interest. She was quite young, but I didn’t want her to go in heat because once she was in that condition I can’t have her spade until she is out of it. Meanwhile she would drive me crazy. Anyway, she is feeling much recovered now, and in two weeks I will take her in and get her her stitches taken out. I’ll see if I can get a picture of the process for this blog.
The princess is growing up and will soon need to be taken in for her right of passage, to get spayed. I feel she is the last addition to my cat circle, I don’t know why. Looking at her I am seeing her beauty rather than her cuteness. She still plays a lot and she is the only cat who has dared to wrestle with the two dogs, Boe and Dee Dee. She lays in wait for Boe to walk by and leaps out at him and looks like a lion attacking a buffalo. They play and play and Boe is delighted to have a playmate.
Even with Blue Boots, the Emperor out and about Bandit managed to find the courage to drop in to my open window for a snack tonight so I got a chance to snap a great picture of his face. Bandit had been missing for weeks after Blue Boots moved in, and I almost feared him to be dead until I heard from Helen, a neighbor, who asked me about him. She wanted to know if he was my cat and said she had been feeding him at the house next door where she does yard work. Since I have been locking Blue Boots up at night, both Bandit and Fleaby have been returning home for short visits.
Blue Boots has been such a persuasive politician, he has made friends with all three of our dogs and even convinced them that Bandit and Fleaby did not belong here. Now they have joined forces with him barking and chasing them off as if they were strays. They didn’t used to do that.
Here is Bandit’s close up.
Rather than call him the king, I have dubbed him “The Emperor” because no cat could ever replace King Dusty or Prince Blade. Here are some recent pictures of him I just took today. I asked him to pose for me and he seemed to understand and obliged. I had to take him out of the bright morning sun into the cat hotel which is the entry room before you enter the art studio. I like to get my cats to look directly at the camera for their portrait shots.
This is the current cat circle except for the new kitten, princess who gets along with Blue Boots quite well, as if he thinks she is one of his off spring.
I don’t know if all alpha cats are the first born in the litter, but Blade was clearly the alpha kitten and he was born first. I named him Blade because of the white marking on his forehead. It looked like a sword protruding from a stone with the blade pointed strait up. Later I noticed that it also looked like a hand holding up one middle finger. His markings were flipping the bird at the world.
It was clear from day one that he was an alpha male. He was first in everything and he felt he was entitled to everything including my side of the bed and his head on my pillow. He was a pushy and obnoxious flirt who did not take offense when anyone rejected his friendly maneuvers. He just blinked and kept on flirting. He greeted all visiting humans as if they were his long lost human companions and proceeded to suck up to them for their love and affection until they would have to push him away. He clearly demanded attention. Strangely, I was not all that fond of him and we had not bonded as much as I had with the Dusty (the king) whom I had bottle fed. Prince Blade and his Brother Bandit were raised by their “kitty-mama” Miss Piggy Pink Nose. I had the feeling that Blade’s friendliness and sucking up was insincere as if he did it to establish his pecking order and rank in the cat circle. Because of his princely entitled manner, I added the title “Prince” to his name and I would always introduce him as “Prince Blade.”
If you have read this blog you have read about Ruby, the very special golden and black kitten whose mysterious arrival into my circle of cats was preceded by a dream two weeks in advance of her arrival. I was introduced to Ruby in this dream by a dream weaver who asked me if I would accept her into my cat circle. She came with the name Ruby. In the dream, I saw the name “Ruby” tattooed on her skin under her flesh, which I’m sure could only happen in a dream.
The dream weaver, was a tall man with a white beard who wore a long white robe. I have seen him from time to time in my dreams, and I have since decided to call him “The manager.” He told me that Ruby was “special“ and asked me if I would give her a home. At that time I was hosting six cats, which I had decided was my maximum limit. Little did I know that one of my cats would soon die. That was Dusty, my precious King who I had raised and bottle fed since he was two weeks old.
I agreed to accept Ruby into the circle, and she showed up two weeks later while I was walking the dogs. She was not frightened of me or the dogs at all, and she stood her ground as I picked her up and wrapped her in my coat and she purred happily as I brought her home. It was a cold day, and just beginning to snow and she was cold, lost and hungry. I haven’t the slightest idea where she came from. She was an alpha female.
So now the cat circle numbered seven. There was Dusty, (the King) Prince Blade and his beta Brother Bandit, Agent 99, (a female and a bird assassin) Fleaby (The flea bitten Kitten) Miss Piggy Pink Nose, (The Kitty-Mama) and now Ruby makes seven. The Alpha cats were Dusty, (The King), Prince Blade and Ruby. All the others were beta cats. Prince Blade and Ruby would have been a mating pair if they had not been spayed and neutered. They were really fond of each other and got along famously.
All was harmonious in the cat circle for a while. Dusty was a peaceful king, neutered early in life, he had never been a fighting tom cat, and raised by a gentle human hand, he was a gentle peaceful giant. When neighborhood cats would come over for a free meal, he would just sit there and watch them have their fill. He died two months after Ruby arrived of a feline immune deficiency virus.
The cat circle was back to six after the gentle King Dusty died. Then the gray one arrived on the scene. He is a battle scared warrior and a retired fighting tom and an alpha male. I have recently taken to calling him “Blue Boots,” (or the gray Beast).. I had him neutered and he decided to make his home here. Since his arrival on the scene chaos has reigned in the cat circle and I have been trying to understand and manage what is going on.
Prince Blade went missing, and was discovered dead in the lot next door, the body was decayed and being eaten by insects and I did not try to retrieve it. I don’t know how he died. He was a peaceful friendly cat. Ruby was clearly terrified of Gray Boots. Bandit and Fleaby no longer hang around and were finding food handouts elsewhere in the neighborhood because Blue boots was running them off. Agent 99 accepts her rank and is a survivor and she continues to prefer being an out-door cat. Ruby and Miss Piggy come inside and sleep in the house when it is cold. Blue Boots wants to come in but he is not allowed. He patrols the yard like he is protecting his territory. If I hear the makings of a cat fight, I will lock him up in the art studio but he does not like being in prison.
Here is the long lost video of the Flea bitten Kitten getting her fleas removed.
Here is a link to a portrait of the kitten on my painting blog:
Please help. Its time for this cat to retire.
I had named him “Pasty” after my very first cat which was grey. He has boots so I started to call him “Pasty Boots.” Then that later changed to “Blue Boots.” He is a neighborhood cat, not one of mine and he needs to retire because he is getting too old to be tom catting around. He came to me for help and although I don’t collect cats, I will help them if they ask. He asked.
With a mournful cry of a cat in pain and misery he came to my yard, harassed and being barked at by my two dogs which he ignored. He grew up with a yard full of barking dogs of all sizes so my barking dogs didn’t to have much of an effect on him.
I have put out food for him in the past when he came asking, but today he couldn’t chew that hard cat food. He is quite banged up and sore from a cat fight and he has a big deep bite hole in his neck that that is visible and still bleeding a little. I’m sure he has other bites I cannot see. I don’t know how much blood he lost. He has complained about pain in his tail and right foot. I have an appointment for him today at the Vet. He will need to be neutered when he recovers from his injuries.
He needs desperately to be neutered and retire from fighting as he is not strong enough or young enough to stand much more of that lifestyle.
I am asking for donations to pay for his vet bill and neutering. Any amount will help out. Please contact me or send a donation through paypal or to 972 Tipton Street, Springfield Colorado. You can Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
I have six cats of my own, all spayed and neutered. This cat is not one of mine. He would sure like a good quiet home to retire in.
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I decided that my limit for how many cats I will keep was six because to keep more than that, someone was bound to start calling me a hoarding cat lady and put me on that hoarder’s show. So six cats is my limit.
And yet one night I had a very strange dream where in the dream a man came to me (I’ll call him the” manager.”) I’ve seen him before in previous dreams. Anyway in this dream, this man asked me if I would take another cat. I told him my rule. I already had six cats. But being a soft touch, I heard him out. He took me to this place where all the cat spirits were and the cats there all looked ghostly. There were hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. I asked the man in the dream, how could I possibly choose from all of these cats. He said there was no need to make a choice, the cat he is talking about has already been chosen for me.
Then he showed me the cat. It was not in the ghostly form, but it was brightly colored with gold, white and black. Three colors meant it was female. She was beautiful. I asked the manager “Why this particular cat?” and he said, “This cat is special.” I asked no further questions. (If the manager says the cat is “special” then the cat is “special.”)
I went up to the cat and picked it up. Running my hands through the cats fur, I saw the name “RUBY.” It seemed to be written or tattooed on the skin but the message or name was there to be seen. I said, “I suppose this means the Cat’s name is Ruby?” The man nodded his head. (Mind you, this is all in a dream.)
I was concerned about taking on another cat because of the money it takes to spay and get shots etc. but the manager told me that the money would be provided, not to worry. I said, Okay, I will take the cat. (How could I refuse, I am a sucker for cats.) I asked the manager how would I find this cat and he said the cat would find me, not to worry.
The next day I told my sisters “I think I am getting another cat.” They asked me why I was doing that, they knew I did not want to take on any more cats. I told them I learned about this cat in a dream and her name is “Ruby.”
No sign of Ruby for two weeks:
Two weeks past by and there was no sign of Ruby and I wondered if the dream had been a fluke. Then one cold day I was walking my two dogs and I heard the distressed call of a lost kitten. That is a call I always investigate. There she was in a driveway, a hungry kitten looking for help.
I wondered if she was wild, and if she would run away from me and my two dogs. She was in an old couple’s driveway. I wondered if she belonged to them. I approached her hoping she would not run away. (I should have never had a single doubt in my head, this was definitely Ruby, the cat I was expecting.)
One of my dogs ran right up to her and she hiked up her back and stood her ground and did not budge. What a brave kitten! I walked up to her and she seemed glad to see me. I picked her up and put her in my coat. Before I took her, I knocked on the door of the house I found her. They said she was not their cat and did not care if I took her home.
Under my coat she began to purr and purred all the way home. Ruby had arrived, and she was quite hungry. I wondered why the “manager” had said that she was “special.” I guess I will find out, I thought.
Meanwhile, my constant companion and familiar, Dusty whom I had raised from two weeks old, died. Ruby is now my constant companion. She rules the roost here among the other cats. She is my new cat familiar and took the job that Dusty had held. That job is to hug me and love me more than all the rest. She is the new queen of the cats. The “manager” must have known that Dusty was leaving me.
And once again, I have six cats. Now its four females and two males. Ruby is the queen. Prince Blade, is now the King.
Another tidbit to add is the day I found Ruby, I received money via pay pal for the sale of one of my tarot decks and it paid for her vet bills and the next day I received money for another one. The money was provided, just as the manager had said it would be… not to worry. I don’t know why I ever worry. I have the manager.
All of my cats came into my life. I don’t go looking for them. Dusty was the kitten of a feral cat mother. I had raised him with his brother from the age of about two weeks. He was a bottle baby who insisted on snuggling and liked to sleep cheek to cheek ever since he was a tiny bottle baby. Both kittens slept with me when they were small. Dusty was the alpha male, his brother was second in rank. Dusty’s brother disappeared shortly after he was fully grown. I don’t know what happened to him but I was crushed and searched for him for weeks.
Last week Dusty got sick and I rushed him to the vet. He was not breathing well. The vet tried to take some blood and he stressed out and even though we gave him oxygen, he died on the table. Dusty was huge. He still wanted to be a lap cat, but he was bigger than my dog Boe and weighed more too. The vet didn’t charge me anything. He even ran a test to find out why he was sick and said that he had a feline immune deficiency virus.
I brought him home and buried him. I put a large rectangle stone on his grave. I sure miss him. Karen and Sue and me were the pall bearers of his box as we carried him to his place in the ground. I will put a statue of a cat on his stone, and a cat dish with cat food for strays.
The black cat eyes in the header on this blog are Dusty’s eyes.
The picture to the right of the tiny kitten is Dusty when I first found him in the hole in front of my house. My mother saw me pull them from the hole and she said “You can’t keep those kittens, they need their mother!” I said to her: “I’m their mother now!”
I had been waiting for these kittens to show up after my last black cat died. I had asked the universe to send me another black cat and I got two of them.
I heard a knock at the door and two young children were there. They told me they heard meows coming from the ground in front of my house. I went to investigate and found my gift from the universe. Two months after I had asked for a black cat, I plucked them out of the earth itself. I never cease to be amazed by such magic. Nature itself is magic.