DVD Arrived

The DVD I won at Fiona's auction arrived and I have already watched it. It's pretty interesting. I like it. Thank you.

Rusty

This is the picture that won Rusty an Honorable Mention in Baby Patches' photo contest.  Things are sad over at Jan's Funny Farm right now. Crystal went to the Rainbow Bridge.  I am going to carry on with Rusty's limerick anyway and hope that maybe it will cheer them up a little, if they see it.  I looked and looked, but didn't find out much about Rusty.  He really liked the catnip candy corn that all the cats got for Christmas.  He will close his eyes every time he sees the camera.  He loves his food and he's a big cat, but he's just floofy.

                                                Rusty is a ginger Mancat.

                                                He looks big, but it's floof, not fat.

                                                      He will close his eyes

                                                      When the camera he spies.

                                                He hates the flash and that is that.

Farewell, Private

Jimbo's Mom Finn takes care of as many stray cats as she can.  Where they live shelters are almost non-existent and some of the conditions where stray cats and dogs are taken are horrible.  Not too long ago, Private showed up with her two sisters, Rudy and Coconut. They were welcomed in.  The three of them were practically inseparable and they spent a lot of time playing in the big tree.  One night last October Private, who was always very active, became suddenly lethargic.  Mama Finn was getting her ready to go to the vet the next morning when she just suddenly stopped breathing.  The family has no idea what happened to Private, but they all miss her very much, especially her sister Coconut.

Update:  I can't believe I forgot to put in the limerick.  My only excuse is that my head is so full of snot from my allergies that I can't think straight.  I also wanted to mention that shortly after Private, Rudy and Coconut showed up, someone left a cardboard box with four almost newborn kittens in it in Mama Finn's front yard.  The kittens were accepting nourishment, but they weren't thriving without their motherly contact.  They were in a large cage to protect them.  Mama Finn tried putting the adult female cats in the cage with the kittens one at a time, but they didn't like each other.  Private was very interested in the kittens, so Mama Finn put her in with them and they all got along very well.

                                                     Private came as one of three.
                                                     They all had fun up in the tree.
                                                              Private ran away
                                                              To the Bridge to play.
                                                     Now Rudy and Coconut miss her glee.

Pen Arrived

The pen that the Spouse Thingy made arrived in the mail today.  It is totally awesome.  It looks even better than the photos.  Thank you, Thumper.

In other news, I am finding it impossible to post to two blogs and do my visiting and research all on the same night, so I am going to start alternating posting to Kitty Limericks and Herman's Hideaway.  I'll do a limerick tomorrow and get back to Herman on Thursday.  Tonight, I am really tired, so I am just going to do a short post for Herman and do some visiting.

Herman

I have been researching a kitty who won't talk to me yet, so I decided to write a limerick for the kitty I know best.  Herman was born on June 3, 2007 and went to his first home.  His first family kept him inside and took pretty good care of him, but they never got him vaccinated or neutered.  Then they moved away and gave Herman to their neighbors.  The neighbors never got him vaccinated or neutered, either.  They decided that they were allergic to him and instead of taking him to the shelter, they just tossed him out in the back yard, though they did continue to feed him and give him water.  Evidently, Herman got into lots of fights with intruder cats and by the time the neighbors finally did take him to the shelter in May 2009, he had  both FeLV and FIV.  A very nice foster lady took him in and got him neutered and got him a lion cut for the awful mats he had developed while he was living outside.  I found out about him in November and adopted him on November 16th.  We knew that we were right for each other the first time we met.  Herman is full of fun and love and is eager to share it all with me.  He likes to watch the birds from his platform and play with his toys, especially any kind of ball.  He is quite a soccer player.  He thinks that water is strictly for drinking and doesn't want anything else to do with it.  He loves to eat and has put on some weight since he moved in with me.  He sleeps with me every night and curls up right next to me for some pre-sleep scritches.  I fall asleep listening to him purr.  He doesn't wake me up in the morning, but if he sees my eyes open, he wants his breakfast.  He has started tickling the end of my nose with his toehawks to let me know that he knows that I am awake.

                               Herman's as frisky as can be,
                               Though he  has FeLV and FIV.
                                           He tickles my nose
                                           With the floof 'tween his toes,
                               Which means, "I want my breakfast, MommIEE!"

Farewell, BG

I am so far behind with the tribute posts that I will probably never catch up.  I will keep doing them every few posts, though.

This is my favorite picture of BG.  BG was a Jack Russell terrier who showed up one Labor Day at Mia and Ghost's house.  No one knew where she came from and no one claimed her, so she stayed.  She was always a very happy dog and loved to run and play.  Mia liked her, but Ghost always hissed at her, but then Ghost hissed at almost everything.  She loved to go for rides in the car and play with her toys.  Sometimes she hid behind the couch. She hardly ever barked, just sometimes at cows or at a squeaky toy when she got excited playing.  Last October she started having trouble breathing and things went from bad to worse very quickly.  She was helped to the Bridge because she couldn't be cured.

                                                 BG was a Jack Russell terrier.
                                                 She loved life; no dog was merrier.
                                                        She would run and play
                                                        In the yard all day.
                                                 Now she's gone to the Bridge, this happy terrier.

Smudge

Smudge is the more active of the two cats who live with Kas.  This makes sense, as he is only nine months old.  He just loves to play fetch.  He will even go under the lounge, where he barely fits, to retrieve a toy.  Smudge has a favorite toy, Squeaky Mouse.  He will go anywhere and do anything to get Squeaky Mouse.  Kas has to hide it at night or the squeaking will wake her up in the middle of the night.  Sometimes Smudge finds it and she is awoken by the squeaking anyway.  Smudge is also a mighty hunter.  He will leap way up in the air after a moth.  Moths on the outside of the screen door drive him nuts.  Smudge is not a lap cat.  Sometimes Kas is able to bribe Smudge up on her lap with some duck jerky, but he never stays long. One of Smudge's favorite games is to pounce on Spider to start a wresting match or a chase session.  Spider is all to happy to oblige.  The two cats also groom each other and nap together sometimes.

                                        Smudge loves to play with Squeaky Mouse.
                                        He bats it around all over the house.
                                              Kas hides it at night
                                              So she can sleep tight.
                                        Sometimes Smudge finds it and goodbye, quiet house.

Spider

By request, I am writing limericks for Spider and Smudge.  Here is Spider looking quite calm on the table where he is not supposed to be.  Doesn't seem to faze him much, does it?  Spider is five years old and a former shelter cat.  He is a real cuddle puss and loves to sit in Kas' lap.  He will jump through a hoop for treats, especially duck jerky.  Spider, Smudge and Kas live in Canberra, Australia.  The other day, Spider figured out how to open a sliding door to get outside and he and Smudge gave Kas a scary time, until she caught Spider and Smudge followed them back inside.  Luckily the two of them were a bit intimidated by being outside and were just creeping around the yard and easy to catch.  Spider is the more easy-going of the two cats, but he will cheerfully join in a wrestling match whenever Smudge pounces on him.  The two of them really enjoy a good race through the house, as well.  Spider wasn't too happy when Smudge joined the family at first, but now they get on well together.  This time of year there are lots of moths and other bugs to hunt and Spider enjoys this a lot.  The cat grass has grown up to munching height and Spider loves getting a chance to "mow" it.

                                                 Spider likes to chill and relax,
                                                 But he always has to watch his back,
                                                       For Smudge will pounce
                                                       With a mighty bounce
                                                 And that's the start of a wrestling match.