Thursday, January 20, 2011

How many dogs does it take to change a light bulb?

I had to giggle when I got this email from my friend Lulu.

Golden Retriever: The sun is shining, the day is young, we’ve got our whole lives ahead of us, and you’re inside worrying about a stupid burned out bulb?
Border Collie: Just one. And then I’ll replace any wiring that’s not up to code.
Dachshund: You know I can’t reach that stupid lamp!
Rottweiler: Make me.
Boxer: Who cares? I can still play with my squeaky toys in the dark.
Labrador: Oh, me, me!!!!! Pleeeeeeeeeze let me change the light bulb! Can I? Can I? Huh? Huh? Huh? Can I? Pleeeeeeeeeze, please, please, please!
German Shepherd: I’ll change it as soon as I’ve led these people from the dark, check to make sure I haven’t missed any, and make just one more perimeter patrol to see that no one has tried to take advantage of the situation.
Jack Russell Terrier: I’ll just pop it in while I’m bouncing off the walls and furniture.
Old English Sheep Dog: Light bulb? I’m sorry, but I don’t see a light bulb!
Cocker Spaniel: Why change it? I can still pee on the carpet in the dark.
Chihuahua: Yo quiero Taco Bulb. Or “We don’t need no stinking light bulb.”
Greyhound: It isn’t moving. Who cares?
Australian Cattle Dog: First, I’ll put all the light bulbs in a little circle…
Poodle: I’ll just blow in the Border Collie’s ear and he’ll do it. By the time he finishes rewiring the house, my nails will be dry.

How many cats does it take to change a light bulb?



Cats do not change light bulbs. People change light bulbs. So, the real question is, “How long will it be before I can expect some light, some dinner, and a massage?”

ALL OF WHICH PROVES, ONCE AGAIN, THAT WHILE DOGS HAVE MASTERS, CATS HAVE STAFF!

Friday, January 14, 2011

Happy First Purrday Turk and Diva!!!

Wow!

I can't believe its a year ago that Shebeeliciousness tweeted about her Seasea giving birth on her bed!
Today, you are one year old! In cat years you are 15 years old! Luckily for me you are not typical teenagers and you play exceptionally well with each other and with your other housemates.

Turk, my gorgeous blue eyed flame point. You love to come and take over my lap when you feel like a snooze. And you will purr loudly and look up at me with your eyes half closed if I talk to you. Your favourite sleeping spot is on our bed, along with Taxi and Minx.
Diva, you are the lady of the house. You are still one of the most beautiful cats I have ever seen. You are so sweet to baby Minx, playing tag with her when the fancy takes you sends both of you all but cartwheeling up and down the upstairs passageway! You will come to me on my bed sometimes and ask for a cuddle, kneading the bed like crazy while I stroke your ears, but you never stay long, preferring the blanket on Damien's bed.

Monday, January 10, 2011

A Tiny Furbaby

This morning early, I got a call from my son. They started back at work today after a lovely long December holiday, and the sudden and very loud activity on the site scared away what was discovered to be a mommy cat. The knucklehead found a tiny grey and white kitten in the grass and asked me if I would please help him help the baby. I went to fetch the kitten from my son's work, and he had stashed it in a box with some rags.
Anyone who looked into the box got shouted at by a very vocal and very tiny kitten.
I contacted the vets in our area, and Animals In Distress, and none of them could help with taking the kitten off my hands. My last stop was the SPCA. I filled in all the paperwork and I was very heart sore because they said they would have to put the furbaby down as they had no surrogate moms to feed it. I was about to leave and called my other half to tell him what I had ended up, and I burst into tears! There is absolutely no way we could have another cat in our house, but I was so sad to leave it there knowing how things would go! With my hubby's agreement, I then went back into the office, blubbing into a tissue, and asked the SPCA if I could please have the baby back.
Thankfully, they cleaned the ticks out of its ears, guesstimated it at about 3 weeks old and possibly a male.
I took the box with a shouting baby in it and drove to the vet supply store that I usually go to for pet food. I got a package of baby cat milk and a couple of bottles.
Then I took the little furbaby home.
When I got home, I mixed up a bottle of the baby cat formula and once it had cooled I fed it to the baby. I think it knew it wasn't mommy's teat 'coz it growled and mewed whilst it sucked and chewed on the teat, but half an hour or so later it had 20ml of baby formula in its tummy. I set up a makeshift litter box in the bath, where I put the baby's box but I think it may be too young to know what to do with it.
I then gave it some time to get over its hiccups and then I REALLY upset the little fuzzball when I gave it a bath. I have NEVER seen so many fleas on a kitten!!! Magic, Turk, Diva and Minx all got bathed when they arrived because until they came to live with us they had not been indoor cats and had to get rid of the fleas- but this little fuzzball had so many they were climbing up onto its head as I washed its body!
I then towelled it dry before using the hairdryer, which is quick because the baby mustn't get cold- but it did NOT like that!
I then gave it a couple of little blocks of soft meat for kittens to apologise for upsetting it so and left it to sleep.
I phoned my mommy darling to ask if she would put feelers out for a family, and I asked on Twitter if anyone was prepared to adopt this little mite.
Sadly, the one Twitter respondent was in Cape Town, but my mommy darling called me an hour later and said she had someone who desperately wanted to adopt the baby!
I was thrilled! Okay, I was a little disappointed because I couldn't keep the baby, but I was so happy I hadn't battled to find it a home a family!
And its new mommy has promised to keep me up to date with news and photos, and their baby girl already decided its name is "Tom"!
Thank you Mandie!
And here are a couple of pictures- after its bath! I didn't try and wash its face as it was upset enough with me over the bath! Its got a long fur coat, with dark grey and white markings, a white "collar" round its neck and white legs and tummy with a grey tail.
Now you see why I could not resist trying to help it out! And my son was very glad to know it had already found a home!
  

Turk Is Such A Dude!

I do believe I have mentioned how Turk will sit in some crazy position to have a bath, and then just stay that way!
Here is Turk- who was asleep until I moved on the bed to take his picture- in a classic Turk pose! He was fast asleep, in this position!

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Minx and Marbles

All my cats have always loved playing with a marble.
Its rolls with next to no touching, it bounces, and it makes a noise on the floor! They love it when I put a marble in the bath as they can chase it round and round for hours without losing it, and it makes a noise!
But I watch them closely as a marble can be easily swallowed or choked on. As soon as they've had enough playing in the bath I put the marble away.
A couple of days ago, Minx found a marble. I have no idea where, but she was playing with it on the lounge floor and I heard the noise- which is very distinctive if you've heard it before. I moved her- with her marble- to one of our bathtubs and she was playing merrily, and a couple of minutes later I heard the marble on the staircase, like it was rolling down. I was a little puzzled, but before I could go and investigate I heard it again- a marble rolling and bouncing down the stairs!
Now I was really puzzled.
And as I was walking to see what was happening I heard it again- a marble rolling and bouncing down our tiled staircase!
When I got there, I was stunned to see Minx pick up the marble she was playing with and carry it back up the stairs in her mouth- where she dropped it and then had a wonderful time chasing and batting it down the stairs again before picking it up and carrying it upstairs again!
I have seen my cats carry their toys around and take them somewhere more entertaining, like around my kitchen stools and step ladder, but none of my cats have ever picked up and carried a marble around!