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| Name: | Morli |
Age: | Four years old |
| Gender: | Female |
Kind: | Domestic Cat |
| Home: | Glauchau, Germany |
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This is my cat Morli. She is a beautiful domestic cat. Her fur color is black, with some white hairs. She loves to cuddle. Most of the time, she is with me on the sofa. Morli is a very shy cat. In summer she catches mice and birds often, and is a good hunter in our garden. She is afraid of other animals, though, very afraid. She likes to sharpen her claws, but always does it on a tree. Morli is very clean and grooms often. She loves to sleep in her basket in the basement, when I am not home to be on the sofa with her. I love Morli. |
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Special Kitty of the Day for March 10th
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| Name: | Zazou |
Age: | Seven years old |
| Gender: | Female |
Kind: | Tuxedo Longhair |
| Home: | Belgium |
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This is our beauty, our tuxie Zazou!! Two years after we got out cat Inka, we realized that our house and our hearts were big enough for another cat!
We went to a cat shelter where we found Zazou! She was not beautiful at all then, since she had just had kittens, was malnourished and covered with fleas. The shelter owner told us she had been delivered to the door of the shelter in a closed icebox, together with her kittens. Luckily the dog of the house heard this, or every cat in the box would have died! Zazou, sadly, was the only survivor. We chose her because as soon I sat down on a chair which stood in the middle of the cat place, she jumped on my lap and started purring! I have no idea how we came on her name, it just popped in our mind and we loved it right away! Zazou is a very sweet and friendly cat! She gets along with all three other cats we have! At first she was allowed to play in the garden, just her sisters. But we saw she always ran right to our backyard neighbor’s, and would go in the stables. That neighbor is a mean man, because once, even after more than a week, he never told us he had locked up our cat in there. Only after he accused her of damaging the oldtimer cars which were also there, did he call us to come and get her. After this scenario happened twice, we didn’t allow her outside anymore for her own safety. Together with our Snoopy she is now a happy indoor cat. Zazou loves wet food and loves playing with little fake fur mice; but she is sooo lazy! She wants the mice to come to her instead of chasing them! She is very shy towards others, especially loud people, but once she trusts you, she is the sweetest cat you’ll ever know! |
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And Last But Not Least, Our Special Kitty Of The Day for March 9th!
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| Name: | Sylvia |
Age: | Twelve years old |
| Gender: | Female |
Kind: | Domestic Short Hair |
| Home: | Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, USA |
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Presenting to Cat of the Day fans – Sylvia! She came to my life nearly twelve years ago – a stray kitten from a stray-friendly neighborhood. I was in the market for a new companion, having recently said goodbye to her predecessor, alas the Rainbow Bridge welcomed another angel. Soon after, I welcomed this sweet angel to my life.
Sylvia is wonderful; a true Diva Cat with many admirable qualities. She is open minded; calmly receptive to new experiences and new people, and curious about unfamiliar foods. As You can see, she loves to be outside when the weather is nice! In the city, enjoying her outdoor domain means being tethered on the balcony, but Sylvia, true to her name’s meaning, “from the forest”, is also an adventurous hiker. When the opportunity presents to walk in secluded woods, she walks right along with me – if we should lose line of sight between us, the ‘meowing’ begins! It is such fun to walk in woods with Sylvia as she meows occasionally to make sure we don’t get too separated. Very smart on her part as well, as her coat blends perfectly with Pennsylvania forest floors. If she would ever choose to strike out alone, I would be hard pressed to find her. Luckily for me, she believes that adventures are fun, but home is best! |
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Special Kitty of the Day for March 8th
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| Name: | Celeste |
Age: | Eleven months old |
| Gender: | Female |
Kind: | Tabby |
| Home: | Emporia, Kansas, USA |
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This is Celestial (Celeste for short), and she’s a Cinnamon Tortoiseshell Tabby. While volunteering at the local shelter we came to know Celeste and she soon won our hearts! Unfortunately the shelter euthanizes strays on schedule. We watched as her carrier slowly made its way toward the top of the list. We just couldn’t let that happen. Her litter was found under the porch of an abandoned house and there were two left. After much deliberation, we decided to bring one sickly, striped, green-eyed kitten into the family! Since then our lives have been enriched with a steady supply of hijinks, acrobatics, amazing saves, and occasional all out lovefests.
She loves to sit upon our 55 gal. fish tank and one day while we were feeding the fish she decided to leap into action and by sheer luck we managed to catch her midair, her athletic body suspended over the open water. Now she’ll try anything to get the colorfull little fishies! She also has bravado, and will walk up to any animal or person she sees to check them out, and then goes about her business as if nothing caught her eye. She’ll then crawl into her box heaven that we built for her and stalk the world, her tail swaying to and fro waiting for the perfect moment…to attack a peice of paper!! Independent, curious to a fault, and always on the stalk, Celeste is more than just a Kitty of the Day… she’s our kitty forever. |
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Kozy Kitten of the Day for March 6th
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| Name: | Chuck |
Age: | Five years old |
| Gender: | Male |
Kind: | Orange Tabby |
| Home: | Gloversville, New York, USA |
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This is Chuck. He loves sleeping in high places, and also trying to eat my food. He shares his home with his two sisters Inky and Flower, so he is outnumbered by the girls! He is five years old and is an orange tabby. He loves to chase his sisters around and follow my boyfriend and I like he’s our shadow. He is very friendly and loves people. He greets you at the door when you get home and walks us to the door when we go to leave. He loves to drink from the sink, until his sisters realize what he is doing and they push him out of the way. When he’s not following us around, he likes to hang out on top of my boyfriend’s bookcase.
He loves to play in bags and boxes and we cut holes in the boxes because he likes to stick his paw through the hole to attack his sisters!!! He is the sweetest cat ever! |
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Kozy Kitten of the Day for March 5th
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| Name: | Cookie |
Age: | Three years old |
| Gender: | Male |
Kind: | Domestic shorthair |
| Home: | Newnan, Georgia, USA |
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About three and a half years ago, a small, kinda rough-looking little Tuxedo cat appeared in my neighborhood- my roommate and I named her Sophie. Sophie was almost completely feral, wouldn’t let people get near her, but she was very appreciative of the food and fresh water we put out. And, in due course, around late March 2008, Sophie produced a litter of two tiny kittens – a larger black-and-white guy whom you see here, by the name of Cookie, and a much tinier little girl-cat sister, all black except for two
white spots on her chest, whom we named Mookie. Cookie, even outside as a ‘feral’ kitten, was a sweetheart, you could tell. His Mom would be showing him how to stalk something and he’d lose it in mid-stalk, just get too carried away with being a kitten, and start rolling around on the lawn, while Sophie glared at him. And when we caught him and his little sister, they got nothing but sweeter. (Incidentally, Sophie and all her other kittens, as well as most of her boyfriends, were alleventually caught, fixed, vaccinated and found loving homes.) Mookie has stayed a petite little girl-kitten, over the last three years- but Cookie grew! Cookie is now a very handsome eighteen-pounder of a tomcat, a big huge bundle of love- his mostly-symmetrical markings make him very handsome, and the crowning touch is the tiny black spot on his white nose and a tiny white firefly tip on his black tail. He’s still a totally friendly, affectionate guy, for being born “feral”- in fact he’s purring in my lap as I write this. We’re very glad Cookie allowed himself to be captured and ‘domesticated’- and he survived the relocation to Georgia from New Jersey without incident. He’s still buds with all the rest of the members of the Pride. One photo shows him sharing a window-seat with Birdie, another, presumably-unrelated feral tuxedo-cat we caught. We hope he stays with us for many, many years to come. He and I have “cuddle time” every morning when I check Cat of the Day and other sites- he curls in my lap and purrs and kneads and nuzzles- it’s a daily ritual. We’ve always thought he was especially handsome, and really ought to be in commercials or something – he’s smart enough to train, and he’s a beautiful boy, to be sure. |
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Special Kitty of the Day for March 4th
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| Name: | Max |
Age: | Fifteen years old |
| Gender: | Male |
Kind: | Orange tabby |
| Home: | Braunlage, Germany |
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I‘m Johanna and I’m eleven years old. The name of my cat is Max and he’s fifteen years old, so he is even older than me. He is so sweet and I pet him every day. Sometimes I play with him and the other time he sleeps. He is getting pretty old for a cat, so that’s okay. Old people sleep a lot, too.
The special think about him, that makes him different from other cats is: He loves to eat Nutella and milk. As you can tell, he doesn’t mind getting picked up or carried around, and will even fall asleep there! But I love him most of all, because he is so sweet!!! |
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Special Kitty of the Day for March 3rd
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| Name: | Squirt |
Age: | Seven years old |
| Gender: | Male |
Kind: | Tabby |
| Home: | Seabrook, Texas, USA |
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Hello, my name is Squirt, but my family sometimes calls me Squishy (they’re really silly, huh?) As you can see from my pictures I’m a really sweet boy…when I want to be. I love to be petted and sit in my human’s lap, but only on my terms. If they try to touch me any other time, I like to hiss at them to show my dissatisfaction at being touched without my permission. My family accepted a stray into the house last year!! (And they did not even consult me first!). I like her now, but she really got on my nerves at first. Kittens, HMPF!!! My Mom grows Cat Nip for us, and we just love rolling in it. We have a very Zen day when she gives us some.
Mom here. Our little Squirtzie boy is truly a sweetie, he’s just too “cat-ly” to admit it. He likes to spend a lot of time outside, but wants someone to be outside with him. He’s definitely a social kitty. He’s even starting to warm to our other female cat, a stray we named Zebra. I can tell they secretly love each other. We love Squirt to pieces, even when he’s hissing at us! |
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Special Kitty of the Day for February 19th
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| Name: | Kitty Girl |
Age: | Deceased, 16 1/2 years old |
| Gender: | Female |
Kind: | Tortie Siamese |
| Home: | Fresno, California, USA |
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This is my Kitty Girl who came into my life in a small cardboard box. She was only four or five weeks old when her mother had been run over by a car. My son brought her home hoping that I would take her in, even though we already had three adult cats. I told him she could stay until we found a home for her. She still needed to be bottled fed and taught how to use the litter box. She was such a little princess from the start and before to long had wormed her way into my heart. By this time there was no way I going to give her up.
The first two years of her life she was quite a handful. A little wild child, did not like to be held or loved on. Didn’t even purr for me. But one day she climbed onto my lap, settled in and while I scratched her neck began to purr. I was so shocked!! From that time on she became my little shadow wanting to be loved on every possible moment. At thirteen years old she was diagnosed with diabetes, which was very hard to accept. But we all adjusted to this and she led a well and happy life for over three more years. We lost her this past December. It has been very difficult for me to accept her passing. She was my special little girl, who will be forever in my heart. |
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Special Kitty of the Day for February 17th
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| Name: | Buddy |
Age: | Five years old |
| Gender: | Male |
Kind: | Domestic Shorthair |
| Home: | East Hartford, Connecticut, USA |
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Hi!! My name is Buddy. I am rambunctious and very playfull!!!
My Meowmie, who rescues guys like me and finds them great homes, came upon me after a woman called her to say she was going into a battered women’s shelter and couldn’t take me with her. She promised to come back for me once she found a permanent place to live. That never happened and I was very sad. I went to live with a cranky old man named Hal, who wanted desperately to mold me into his old RB cat. I love being in high places. But Hal would get angry and spray me with water and swat me with a newspaper. After enduring six months of Hal’s wrath, Meowmie finally said enough was enough. She and got me. Because she was maxed out in her fur population, she asked a friend to foster me until a furever home could be found. I hated being alone. I would sit in the window and cry. Meowmie must have heard my cries, because after a month, she called her friend and told her I was coming home to live with her and my other fur sibs. While I love my fur sibs, I had a rocky start. I was confused because didn’t know where I belonged. I peed on the kitchen floor and the bathroom floor. Meowmie took me to the white coats to rule out a UTI. After a couple of squirts of Feliway in the air, and lots of loving, I knew I was home for good. Meowmie has been through a lot during the past two years. After losing two of my kitty siblings to the RB, she was inconsolable. It was only after I did my magic by knocking things off the shelf, did she start to laugh. I love making Meowmie laugh. I have my Meowmie trained very well. First thing in the morning, when she has her first cup of coffee, I’m right there to supervise the pouring of Half & Half. I am rewarded by my own little “sippy” of the rich, creamy liquid. When she says, “Buddy, kiss-kiss”, I oblige by tilting my head her way for a smooch. I also have my own personal ceramic pet fountain. It’s called the bathroom sink. Meowmie leaves the water running so I can drink at my leisure. My favorite spot is on top of the refrigerator or the top shelf in the kitchen. I’m very happy here and now know where I belong and that I am loved unconditionally! |
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WOTC’s Spell of the Day for Feb. 17th – Cat Dreams
Cat Dreams
This spell teaches you how to energetically shape shift into a cat in your dreams. Shape shifting allows you merge with a particular animal spirit
and to bring the power and wisdom of this spirit into your own being. It means you can be as sleek, sure-footed, and cunning as a cat when you need to be. These can be very good traits which is why cats are so adaptive and prone to survival. Their ancestors have been around for thousands and thousands of years.
You will need pictures of cats and sandalwood incense. Cats come in many different colors, sizes and personality types. Become familiar with these many faces of cats, and in particular, what face most closely resembles who you are as a person. Take time to observe as many cats as you can. Watch how they interact with other cats and how they interact with humans. Merge with the cat spirit and become one with the cat Goddess, Bast.
Tonight before you go to sleep, put the pictures of cats on your altar and light the sandalwood incense. Call out to the cat Goddess Bast:
Dear Bast, Goddess of the divine feline
Please come to me tonight during dreamtime.
Blessed dreams! Blessed Be!
As you close your eyes to go to sleep, let the images of cats move through your mind’s eye. Merge with the cat spirit, and repeat to yourself as you drift to sleep:
Tonight I dream with the cat spirit. Blessed be, Bast!
Special Kitty of the Day for Feb. 14th
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| Name: | UtchieB |
Age: | Eighteen months old |
| Gender: | Male |
Kind: | Sphynx |
| Home: | East Hartford, Connecticut, USA |
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UtchiB, as I call him, came from a backyard breeder. She was a very young woman who didn’t know what she was doing. I had lost my beautiful ten-year-old soulmate Sphynx, MooShoo on my birthday, February 13th from thrombosis.
I swore I would always have a beautiful Sphynx in my life, but only a rescue will do. I searched for over a year to find AustinButchie. When I took the hour-long road trip, I didn’t know what to expect. The breeder told me she was in over her head, and proceeded to bring a cat carrier full of beautiful nekkids down for me to see. Out popped UtchieB!!! He was a wild man, running all over the place. He was older than the other kittens, but I found his playfulness intriguing. Later on, I realized that he was probably the runt of his litter, as he is very small for his age. He is goofy, charming and a purr machine. UtchieB wanted nothing to do with his carrier, insisting on riding on my shoulders, purring all the way home. As far as gradually introducing him to my fur crew? Well, let’s just say he kept climbing over the babygates I had stacked in my bedroom door to be with the gang. The rest is history. UtchieB was entered into his first cat show shortly after that. While he did “okay” in the Household Pet category of the TICA show, a judge friend said he definitely needs to be shown as a purebred alter. Unfortunately, I do not have his papers so that wasn’t an option. He is happiest being housecat, though. And that’s okay with me!! |
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Special Kitty of the Day for February 13th
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| Name: | Lucky |
Age: | Three years old |
| Gender: | Male |
Kind: | Tabby |
| Home: | Weisbach, Germany |
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Lucky is a very lovely cat, but three years ago Lucky has a bad time. When he was born, Lucky’s mum had left him and so I gave him potatoes and milk until we could get kitten food. Lucky is grey and black (he looks like a tiger). He loves to play with me, with other cats and to sleep in his basket. When I come home from school, Lucky waits for me and he picks me up from the bus. He is so special because he is simply unique and cuddly.
I love Lucky very much! |
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Special Kitty of the Day for February 7th
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| Name: | Popoki |
Age: | Eleven years old |
| Gender: | Male |
Kind: | Siamese mix |
| Home: | Shell Beach, California, USA |
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Popoki (Hawaiian for cat) was adopted at two years old (estimated by vet) and has been with us for almost five years. He’s “mostly” a flamepoint Siamese, who loves sightseeing from the window!
Popoki hid from every one for the first four to five weeks after we adopted him. He slowly began moving closer and closer to our common space until he made himself at home. He meows only when hungry or if a neighbor cat comes to his window. He also has an attitude when you aren’t feeding or playing with him on his terms. He turns his back on you, makes short meow sounds, and flicks his tail. He likes to be in the same room as we are, but not too close (unless it’s his idea) Since our cats are always kept indoors, we have a pet stroller for an occasional outdoor stroll. Poki (as I call him) complains when you put him in the stroller, but seems to really enjoy all the sights and sounds around him. He often does somersaults when playing and literally melts when he gets his (hopefully) daily back massage. He is still afraid of new voices, the doorbell, and the sound of plastic bags, but boy is he friendly and loving when he smells a tuna can being opened! For the past few weeks, he has decided that sleeping in our bedroom at night is a given, and I honestly think he knows the sound of the clock when it chimes twelve times (which is when he gets tidbit from my husband’s lunch). With age, he is becoming more affectionate as well (yay), and more of a people cat! |
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Special Kitty of the Day for February 5th
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| Name: | Moonlight |
Age: | Deceased, Three years old |
| Gender: | Male |
Kind: | Cat |
| Home: | Tustin, California, USA |
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Inominate Moonlight the Stray, who came to accept me as his friend. About three years ago I noticed that the cat food I was leaving out in the evening for my cat Smokey to snack on was disappearing. Then soon after I caught a glimpse of a ragged black and white cat scurrying away into the darkness at just the slightest movement of the wind. Just a spooky little guy. So I began to leave more food out and in no time I had a nightly visitor. Every evening when the sun set this scrawny cat would appear, and so he became known as Moonlight.
Moonlight made great strides in accepting me as his friend. From the malnourished thief of a cat who would steal Smokey’s food under the cover of darkness to that of an occasional lap cat whose purr sounded like thunder. Smokey tolerated him with an occasional nose boop. No longer a wisp of a feline but a big hunk of a tom and as soon as the sun had set I would hear Moonlight make his way upon the tops of the fences with a loud meow announcing his arrival. He would then dine upon two cans of food and a plate of crunchies before stepping inside for an hour long nap on the couch and an occasional brushing. Afterward he would return to the back porch and enjoy the evening for a few hours safe inside my yard. Sometime later he would venture off to make his nightly rounds but would always return the next night as sure as the moon would rise. For three years this feral cat and I understood each other and respected our places in the world. He lived his life and I lived mine, but for a few hours every evening we enjoyed each other’s company. Then one evening he did not keep his dinner date. Nor did he the next night. Worried I would walk the neighborhood looking for any signs but never saw one. A week passed and nothing. On the ninth day I woke to find Moonlight sitting at the back door and since the sun was up I knew something was terribly wrong. I sat my injured friend in my lap for an hour and listened to his broken purr as he tried to get comfortable, but the look in his eyes told me a story that words could not. Sadly, Moonlights injuries were too severe and he did not survive. Thank you my friend, you will be missed. I’m honored you accepted me as one of your own. |
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Special Kitty of the Day for February 2nd
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| Name: | Timothy |
Age: | Eight years old |
| Gender: | Male |
Kind: | Domestic long-hair |
| Home: | Atlanta, Georgia, USA |
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This is Timothy. He’s a long-haired, (neutered) male. He lives here in Atlanta, Ga with my husband and I, six other cats, six gerbils, and four mice. Timothy is a wonderful, friendly, out-going, and fun-loving kitty. Timothy loves everybody… adults, children, other cats, dogs, rodents, birds, whatever you may be!
Timothy is the best bedwarmer ever, although, he only wants to sleep on the bed when no one is looking. He’s never met a creature of any kind that he didn’t like. Timothy has no fear… of anything. When he does escape, he lets himself into other people’s homes via the kitty/doggy door. He has been found in someone else’s bed at 3:00 in the morning! And, he eats their food, too. Dog food, cat food, people food… whatever! Tim lives to eat, and he’ll eat just about anything you put down… whether it’s for him, or not. Timmy is very social, and makes toys out paper, trash, pens, coasters, bottles, anything really. When he feels we’re depriving him of our attention, he turns our stuff into toys… name badges, glasses, wallets, rings, belts. He paws at them and chews on them until we get the hint. Thanks for letting me show him off to someone, he sure is special! |
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Embarrassing Secrets of Pet Parents
Embarrassing Secrets of Pet Parents
- Nicolas, selected from petMD
Dr. Vivian Cardoso-Carroll, PetMD
The other day I was in an exam room with a client and she sheepishly admitted that her dog sleeps with his head on her pillow. My tech looked over at me and said, “That would be a good blog topic: What’s the most embarrassing thing you do with, for, or about your pet?”
I thought it was a great idea. You guys have the benefit of being relatively anonymous. I, on the other hand, have to stand tall in front of you faceless masses to admit my doggie dirty-laundry. But that’s okay — I don’t think I’ve got anything too scandalous going on!
So after some thought, I’ve come up with a my most embarrassing dog confession. You can start thinking of your embarrassing moments now, too.
First, Two of my three dogs are dubiously housetrained. Katelin, my Min Pin, became my dog precisely because she’s potty training-deficient.
It was during my first job post-vet school, as I was walking through the kennels, that I saw her lying on a little bed in the back of a run. Katelin was simply the cutest dog I had ever seen. Supposedly her owners were pretty sure she was a Min Pin (Miniature Pinscher), but they had bought her at a garage sale for $35, so who knows? I told them that if they ever wanted to get rid of her, I’d take her.
The little voice in my head said, “Hey newlywed girl, maybe you should run that by the new husband first?”
I ignored it, naively thinking nothing would come of my offer.
Well, Katelyn’s issues became a problem. Her owners offered her up and my receptionist took her. I realized my folly and figured I wouldn’t make my never-had-a-dog-before husband have to deal with a second dog. However, the receptionist couldn’t potty train her — this wasn’t her excuse for not keeping her, but I don’t remember what was.
She gave Katelin to a lady with cancer. This lady pretty much sat around all day with Katelin in her lap, so it was perfect. Except for the fact that Katelin peed over every inch of her house (or so I presume). The story was that the lady was too sick to take care of her. I’m sure that was the case, even a perfectly healthy person tires of cleaning dog excrement all the time.
Then Katelin went to my friend’s friend, Marty. Marty had been looking for a Min Pin. Perfect! He took her for approximately 24 hours.
You can guess what she did.
He said that, well, actually he wanted a Min Pin that fetches, and Katelin didn’t fetch. This I know is untrue because she loves to fetch; she bounces after the ball like a little red gazelle! She really just peed all over his house.
So I picked her up from Marty’s house and brought her home, telling my husband it would just be for the weekend until I could take her back to work on Monday. My secret plan, though, was for him to fall in love with her and let me keep her.
Well, he’s not really a dog lover. He likes them okay, I guess, but ultimately dogs are my thing. So I subsequently appealed to his engineer side: I wanted a cat, but couldn’t have one because of his allergies. Katelin was about the size of a cat so… I should be able to keep her instead of a cat!
“Fine,” he relented. “She’s our substitute cat.”
Cats are far easier to housetrain than our stubborn little Katelin. She was extremely talented at peeing and pooping in areas of the house we didn’t frequent; the formal dining room and the game room, for example. These places were like little graveyards with poop headstones all over the place.
We finally had to resort to the “umbilical cord” method of potty training: you keep her on a leash on your person at all times. She has to go out every 30 minutes (praise when she potties). If she has an accident in the house, we provided negative reinforcement — shake a can with coins in it, etc. to startle her. This way you can catch her in the act. It took about 48 hours, but she got it.
If you give her one little inch, though, she takes it. She also forgets her potty training every winter, when it’s too cold or wet to bother using the great outdoors.
We have gates everywhere to block her from potty locales.
Currently, her favorite place to potty is my closet. It’s the only place in the house with any carpet left that isn’t gated. We’re putting springs on the doors so that they close themselves.
I’m not sure why we’re bothering, she’ll just find some other place to go.
But we love her, so we keep trying to stay one step ahead of her “accidents.”
So that’s confession #1; my poor potty training ability.
My second confession I came up with right off the bat, when my tech mentioned the subject: I have a tendency to tell my dogs I love them more often than I tell my family.
How ’bout you?
Can You Have Too Many Cats?
Can You Have Too Many Cats?
- Nicolas, selected from petMD
By Dr. Justine Lee, PetMD
Do I really need to answer this question? (And yes, I realize this blog will piss off people who own more than 6 cats!)
Unfortunately, I do.
Years ago, I had two women who brought their cat into the emergency room at the University of Pennsylvania. Both women reeked so badly of cat urine, I couldn’t even close the exam door due to my eyes burning from the ammonia smell. When I asked these women some questions about the cat’s environment, they couldn’t answer how many cats they had. I asked, “10? 20? 60? 100?” Their reply? “Over 100.”
These two women, who were cat hoarders, didn’t notice that their cat was ill until it was on death’s door, since they had so many in their “environment.” This cat was severely dehydrated, emaciated, and had a body condition score of 1 out of 9. This cat weighed just under five pounds (instead of nine), and was so lethargic it couldn’t even lift its head. (It ultimately died despite several days of hospitalization and life-saving care.)
So, can you imagine having so many cats that it prevents you from adequately being able to care for your pets?
You may hear of the occasional crazy “hoarder” revealed on the news — people with underlying mental disorders who live with a hundred cats hidden in their house (hopefully nowhere near your neighborhood). Sadly for the cats, the m.o. of your cat lovin’, urine-smelling, disheveled animal hoarder is quite sad. Most hoarders are unmarried and live alone (and you thought it was hard to find a date with just two cats…). Hoarders also come from all different socioeconomic backgrounds and typically are over sixty years of age. To top it off, over three-fourths of hoarders are females, once again giving the single white female a bad rap. Some more scary numbers?
- In 69% percent of hoarding cases, animal urine and feces was found accumulated in living areas.
- More than one in four (> 25%) of hoarders’ beds are soiled with animal feces.
- 80% of reported cases had dead or sick animals present in the house.
- 60% of hoarders didn’t acknowledge that they had dead or sick animals in the house.
- Over 65% of hoarding cases involve cats (although some also hoard small dogs and rabbits).
While most hoarders don’t read my blog, my general advice to any cat owner is this: I usually recommend no more than four to five cats total. Sometimes I offend my fellow veterinarians, veterinary technicians, and friends when I tell them my cut-off for crazy is six cats. After that, I think it’s medically unhealthy.
If this pisses you off, I’m sorry, but I’m looking out for the welfare of the cats and dogs here. Try finding a veterinarian who has that many. It’s rare — we know that having this many cats can result in severe behavioral problems. Of course, if you ask ten different vets, you may get ten different answers. That said, until those nine other vets write an opinionated blog about it, I still recommend no more than four or five cats per household.
So what’s the problem with having so many cats? Animal behavior specialists often see more problems in multicat households. Having too many cats may result in urination problems (i.e., not in the litter box!), intercat fighting and attacking, and difficulty in monitoring general health. For example, checking the litter box to see if one cat has a urinary tract infection is more difficult when you have six cats.
So how many cats should you get? I have to say that I initially enjoyed having a one cat household. That is, until I experienced a two-cat household. Now I’m a firm believer in having two cats together. Seamus, my 13-year old, grey and white tabby, was more friendly and affectionate to humans (more to the point — me!) as an only child. When I adopted Echo (who sadly, passed away in April from severe heart disease), I got less “loving” from Seamus. He wanted to spend all his time playing with Echo instead. Echo and Seamus played together (constantly), slept together, wrestled together, and loved each other up. Once Seamus and Echo befriended each other, I was officially demoted to the source of food and to litter box duty. Seamus’ quality of life, social skills, and exercise level definitely improved while he had Echo in his life. After seeing this, I do firmly believe that cats do benefit from having a companion to play with. *Note, a companion or two — not six or one hundred.
I’ve been fortunate to have cats that get along (despite the first few tumultuous days of hissing and cat introductions). For that reason, yes, I support having afew feline friends together.
Special Kitty of the Day for Jan. 19th
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| Name: | Murphy |
Age: | Eleven years old |
| Gender: | Male |
Kind: | Cat |
| Home: | Erwitte, Germany |
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In 2001 we saw Murphy sitting in the animals home in Lippstadt. It was in January when our last cat died after an operation. We were very sad and when Murphy looked at us we knew at once that he was the right cat for us.
After we get up in the mornings, Murphy wants to eat his catfood and he doesn’t stop miaowing till we feed him! He is always very hungry and likes eating very much. He likes to sleep in our beds. But in the living-room he must sleep in a basket under the table now, because he damaged our old sofa with his paws. Last year we had to buy a new sofa and Murphy isn’t allowed to sit on it. Murphy can go out whenever he likes. There big a hole for him in a cellar window. If we call him when he is outside, he’ll usually come very quickly. He wears a bell round his neck. But sometimes he kills little mice and little birds anyway. But he doesn’t eat them. After our holidays in summer, Murphy was very happy that we were back home, so he put a dead mouse on the floor in front of our bed. Murphy likes talking a lot. He doesn’t stop miaowing when he wants to get something. He is a good cat for us. |
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These Critters Are Just Tooo Cute Today, Check out Today’s Special Kitty!
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| Name: | Garfield |
Age: | One year old |
| Gender: | Male |
Kind: | Scottish Fold |
| Home: | Provo, Utah, USA |
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| My kitten, Garfield is special in many, many ways. First of all, he came from a litter of Scottish Folds that my daughters mama cat had in April of this year. He came to live with us when he was about eight weeks old. From the very beginning I knew he would be a handful! He’s very curious and wants to be involved in everything. He’s definitely a people cat. He lovesto play and he will play for hours. He has this one thing that he does that is so darn funny when he’s playing he will jump on his hind legs and spread his front legs out as if he was doing ‘karate’… The karate kitty! lolGarfield has a very precious personality, as well. He likes to snuggle (usually when he’s tired and worn out from playing). He will put his little face into my face or my husbands face and gently ‘head butt’ while purring. He gives us butterfly kisses with his nose and all we have to say to him is “Garf, give me a kiss” and he will! He’s so cute and we love him so much.
One day he learned a new little game that he’s now wanting to play quite often. It’s where he puts his paws and his head between the staircase rails and patiently waits for one of us to walk up the stairs. Once we get close to the top where he’s waiting he will begin to bat our heads! It’s hilarious! He can also entertain himself for long periods of time with a bottle cap, hair tie, M&M wrappers, pretty much anything is appealing to him! One other thing that he does that is somewhat unusual and I’ve never had any other of my cats do this is that when he’s eating his dry kitty chow he will gather up a few pieces in his mouth then he will jump over to my bed and spit them out, go back over to his dish and continue to do the same thing until he has a small little stash on my bed! No clue why he does this but it’s cute to watch him do it. |
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