“There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.” -Albert Schweitzer
“Time spent with cats is never wasted.” -Colette
“There are no ordinary cats.” -Colette
“The smallest feline is a masterpiece.” -Leonardo De Vinci
“When I play with my cat, who knows whether she is not amusing herself with me more than I with her.” -Montaigne
As a lifelong lover and mother of cats, I whole-heartedly agree with each and every sentiment!
More Quotes About Cats!
How freakin’ cute is this one?! It’s 8×10″ and says, “When in doubt, accessorize.”
Words to live by!
Joi
My daughter, Steph, took this great pic of Carly yesterday. Thankfully, regardless of how it looks, Carly was actually in the middle of a yawn. When Steph showed me the picture, my first question was, “Who was she after?” I was afraid that some other poor defenseless cat was on the other side of her attitude.
She’s not above it, mind you, she just wasn’t terrorizing anyone or anything at the time. At least that’s what Steph says. Carly may have paid her off. She wouldn’t be above that either.
I do love that cat.
She actually was in a pretty good mood yesterday. Steph said that after she posed for a few pics, she let her pet her and even endured a bunch of “sweet talk.” She has been a bit more agreeable since the changes: I gave her her own box, her own baby blanket, as well as her own table to eat on. She’s still my same mean little girl, mind you, but she seems more relaxed now. I wouldn’t want her to lose her spirit and sass, but I am glad to see her dial down a little bit on the hostility!
Joi
(BTW, you can click the pic to see it larger…it really is a pretty wild picture.)
He made it past the one month mark, so we have a new addition to the feline family. Usually, Carly runs visitors off inside of a week (cats, rabbits, possum, dogs….). But this little redhead has endured her growls, hisses, smacks, and chases. She’s treed him like a hundred times and has chased him around the house twice as often.
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But he loves the rest of us more than he fears her, so he has moved in. Besides, Carly’s gone most of the day (she’s a working mother) – out hunting and pillaging. She heads off around 9:00 am, scowl in place. Then she comes back between 3:00 and 4:00, sits on the kitchen window glaring in, announcing that she’s ready for dinner.
After dinner, it’s off for more <em>fun</em> until 10:00 when she shows back up to sleep in her bed I made for her….complete with a little ducky baby blanket. The blanket may be partly to blame for her nastiness.
Anyway, Svenn is a total, total sweetheart. He’s shicken chit, though – fortunately we live in a rural area with about 20 trees in our yard, so he always can find a place to take refuge….whether it’s from Carly, who isn’t fond of climbing trees (I mean, why would the predator need to?), a rare visiting feline, mice, a particularly large leaf….
You really can’t tell by the picture, but <em> Braveheart</em> has beautiful coloring. His eyes are the same color as his hair – he’s very pretty, and has one of the sweetest natures of any cat. Iabsolutely love him to pieces.
Joi
This little diva is our inside cat, Prissy. She’s 15 years old and pretty much has the run of the house. There isn’t a one of us that wouldn’t walk through fire for her – and she knows it.
If you have an older cat, you know how sad it is to see them start to slow down. She doesn’t make as many jumps as she once did, although I suspect that she just enjoys being picked up and waited on. She also can’t eat the things she once enjoyed because they upset her stomach. That, plus she hasn’t as many teeth as she did in her younger days!
She’s a real sweetheart, loves company and wants to be in the center of everything – whether it’s a card game, tv viewing, blog posting (she’s in my lap) or supper.
She’s part of the family and wants to make sure that we know how lucky we are.
We do.
Joi
See the beautiful cat in the pic? She’s even prettier in person – beautiful, bright green eyes and amazingly colorful markings….she even has a pretty name and a lyrical meow. We all absolutely love her, as we do all of our cats, to sheer distraction.
BUT, while we’re being honest, I may as well go on record as saying that Carly is a ravenous hunter, has a cantankerous disposition, growls like a Pit Bull (heck, a Pit Bull wouldn’t stand a chance with her), is very choosy about when she’ll allow herself to be rubbed or talked to, and had rather fight alligators than be held.
When she was a kitten, and even up to the age of 2, we always kept triple antibiotic on the counter in the kitchen. We knew we’d need it throughout the day – more than once. We also bought more band aids during that time than all the other years of our lives combined!
Sure, she’s a child of hell, as the Bible would refer to her – but she’s OUR child of hell and we wouldn’t take anything for her. Besides, she has calmed down a little since having her kittens. We were just thrilled when she actually cared for them, we were all watching her closely – every time she bathed them, I suspected that she was just tenderizing them. I’d breath a sigh of relief when the licks weren’t followed by bites. I guess my little girl’s growing up.
When she gets hungry and wildlife is in short supply, she sits on the kitchen window and howls like a wolf. Gosh, I love that cat.
Uh oh, she’s there now. I have a she devil to feed, so you’ll excuse me if I bail. Wait isn’t in her vocabulary.
Joi
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