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 have named him “Pasty” after my very first cat which was grey. He has boots so I call him “Pasty 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 ceased to be amazed by such magic.
I don’t like to see my cats with a bird, but there is not a lot I can do about it. For birds, living in our neighborhood is perilous. My window was open this morning and the screen is torn so that a couple of my cats have been coming and going as they please. Today Prince Blade entered with a bird in his mouth. I’m glad to see that he can fend for himself in the world, but this bird was alive and well. I also don’t like finding bird feathers and left over bird parts in my house, so I scolded him and he dropped the bird. This one was still alive. Now what do I do with it?
I picked it up with a paper towel. I thought of putting it outside under a bush but I have six cats and he would not have much of a chance out there as he was probably still in shock. I took a hat and placed him in the hat, still wrapped in the towel for warmth to let him recover. It looked like the bird was young and I did not know if it was injured or too young to fly. I just let him sit there in that hat for a while as I worked. A little later, he got out of the hat and flew across the room. That is a good, I thought, he is not injured. I got him in my hands again and took him outside and walked for about a block to an empty lot and set him on an old stone wall. He looked at me, and then looked around and then flew away. He did not fly very far, as he was young and probably just learning to fly, but I could see he was going to be fine. There were a lot of insect sounds in that block so hopefully he will find some food.
That’s my bird story today.
I recently got busy and updated my contact information on my blogs including this one. I had no idea how troublesome it is to have your email address changed. If you would like to contact me the updated address should get that accomplished.
Prince Blade was the dominate kitten in his litter of two kittens. I have found that the dominate kitten usually grows up to be more friendly to humans than the rest. If you are wondering which kitten to keep out of your litter, chose the one who demands his mother’s attention and dominates. He knows how to charm you and he is spoiled.
This guy, I named “Blade” because of the marking on his forehead. I thought it looked like an up turned sword, but it also looks like a hand flipping the bird at you. He earned his princely status because he just demands it. He is the only cat of my seven cats who insists that he deserve to sleep on my bed with his head on my pillow.
I don’t suggest trying to live with more than ten cats, especially if they are in your house. Maybe if you have a large house and it is decorated and designed for the pleasure and convenience of cats that would be okay. I would love to have carpeted cat shelves and paths for them all over my house but I just can’t do that.
I seem to have acquired seven cats and living with seven cats in the dead of winter means that they are sleeping in my house. It is too cold for them outside right now so I took pity on them and I am allowing them to sleep inside. When it gets warmer they will spend more time outside and the males will sleep on the cat porch.
I have three males and four females who are always adjusting their own pecking order so sometimes its not as peaceful a proposition as I would like it to be. A couple of my older females are always having a spat with someone and growling for some reason.
The secret to maintaining peace and keeping them all happy, is to have enough beds for them to sleep in, otherwise you may find them all in your bed or you may wake up to a cat fight over some choice napping real-estate. Of course they all want to sleep near you, so they will want to be in your bedroom or where ever it is warm and where you spend most of your time. I don’t have a door on my bedroom so I can’t lock them out. I do have lots of boxes, baskets and beds for them to chose from and I still end up with two or three sleeping with me. This is only when the temperatures are below zero and their cat room porch is pretty cold and their water dish freezes up.
Spay and neuter:
All of my females are spayed except Nubella who just joined us and is still too young. I have two young males who are not neutered yet and I keep procrastinating getting that done. They are not sexually active yet but Prince Blade is showing an interest in Nubella who has not come in season yet. I don’t want the young males going out in the neighborhood making more kittens because those kittens will probably end up on my doorstep begging for a home. I struggle sometimes finding the money to spay and neuter, but I have to draw the line at seven cats. I just can’t take on any more than that. Please spay and neuter all your cats.
Last year we had a lot of fleas because of Feebie, a flea bitten kitten, who turned up in my garage from out of nowhere. The humidity last year was high and we had fleas on the dogs and the cats and everywhere. I spend a couple hundred dollars on flea remedies. I also sprayed the house and got an insect repelling beacon that I plugged into an electrical socket in my kitchen. I hope next year is dry and the fleas will not be able to hatch and thrive.
I have two litter boxes in the house and two on the cat porch. I am constantly removing scat from them. I just flush it down the toilet. Its a constant job in the winter when the cats are all in the house. In the summer most of my cats prefer doing their business outside where I park my car. I see little piles of dirt with scratch marks all around them all the time. These can be raked up if they get to be too annoying.
I complain about my cats but when they are all outside and I am alone, I do miss them. There is something very calming about a sleeping cat.
Here is Miss Piggy Pinknose with her two kittens who should be weaned by now. The problem is, a third kitten turned up on my doorstep yesterday. A wild feral kitten I think. He looks so much like one of these, I can’t hardly tell them apart. Miss Piggy has no interest in adopting him, but he is coming out from his hiding place to eat. He is about the same size as my two kittens.
Miss Piggy Pinknose seemed to have had her kittens ten days sooner than expected. She was so gentle with them, she failed to dispose of the afterbirth sack attached to them and I had to cut it loose myself. I did not realize it was still attached to the kittens until I attempted to remove it from her box and found that the two kittens were still securely attached.
Miss Piggy Pinknose got her name because she never fails to track down any new sack of catfood and tear a hole in it so she can eat before anyone else. In order to prevent holes in my cat food bags I have to hide them behind a cabinet door. However, Miss Piggy is adept at opening cabinet doors too. I don’t have this problem with any of my other cats. For a closer look click on the picture to enlarge.
I have bottle fed kittens before and I did not want to have to do it again so Miss Piggy Pinknose was treated like the queen of Sheba for the duration of raising these kittens. She was not feeling well and I had to give her some vitamins and anti-biotic medicine to get her back to normal. She is such a great mommy.