tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80310030430255316132024-03-13T10:32:06.570-06:00Kitty LimericksA celebration of the kitties (and their friends) of the CatBlogosphere in verse.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.comBlogger707125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031003043025531613.post-76986470160758718882013-06-26T12:48:00.000-06:002013-06-26T12:48:18.352-06:00Pink for Skeezix<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today I'm going pink for <a href="http://skeezixthecat.com/blog-2/">Skeezix</a>, the amazing mancat who did so much for the Cat Blogosphere. I first met Skeezix before I even started Kitty Limericks. At first I didn't know what to make of him, but he was very amusing and I soon grew to love him. He made a mancat wearing pink dresses very stylish. I remember when he first started wearing nail caps because he gave Rocky the Gutter Cat an abscess on his head. The nail caps didn't slow him down. I remember a picture of him clinging to the stones of the fireplace with his nail caps on. After I started this blog, Skeezix became in inspiration to me. I wrote two limericks about him. The first one is<a href="http://kittylimericks.blogspot.com/2007/02/skeezix.html"> here</a>. Then I wrote one about the <a href="http://kittylimericks.blogspot.com/2007/02/great-tunnel-box-war.html">Great Tunnel Box War</a>. I well remember a video Skeezix made for Daisy the Curly Cat to the song "A Bicycle Made for Two". Skeezix's own special spelling made the rounds of the Cat Blogosphere and soon everycat was talking about "vishus deer" and "kyoot outfits". Rocky the Gutter Cat even started taking orders for his own special Vishus Deer Repellent. I am rusty on my limerick writing, but I wrote one for Skeezix.<br />
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It's time to bid dear Skeezix goodbye.<br />
I think I'll just break down and cry.<br />
He looked manly in pink<br />
Much more than you'd think.<br />
Now he's run off to the Bridge so high.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com109tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031003043025531613.post-10536575807160348142013-03-17T11:25:00.000-06:002013-03-17T12:10:11.139-06:00Happy St. Patrick's Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here is Angel Herman wearing the St. Patrick's Day hat. This was his first St. Patrick's Day and you can easily tell what he thinks about it. This is the first time I have felt like posting here since Herman ran off to the Bridge, but I thought you all might like seeing him in his green hat again. It's the first thing that came to mind when I was considering my St. Patrick's Day post for Herman's Hideaway. You can see the boycats wearing the same hat over<a href="http://karenjoscats.blogspot.com/"> there.</a> I am way out of practice, but here's a little ditty for the occasion.<br />
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My kitties hide when St. Pat makes the scene.<br />
They know that I have a hat made of green.<br />
They'd rather not be seen<br />
A'wearin' the green.<br />
They think making them wear it is just mean.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031003043025531613.post-37243770800860986712012-11-11T14:49:00.002-07:002012-11-11T17:12:34.630-07:00Farewell, Herman<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is the last picture I took of Herman by himself. The very last picture was of him and Oja cuddling in the easy chair in the living room. Herman ran off to the Rainbow Bridge early this morning. He hadn't been sick. He showed no signs of sickness at all until yesterday afternoon, when I found him in Emma's hidey hole about an hour after the vet closed for the weekend. There was nothing I could have done anyway. If you want to read the whole story, you can find in on<a href="http://karenjoscats.blogspot.com/"> Herman's Hideaway</a>. I buried him in the garden, in a sunny spot near the forsythia bush. It is only five days until his third Gotcha Day. I am really going to miss my darling boy. See you at the Rainbow Bridge, dear Herman.<br />
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Farewell, Herman, my darling boy.<br />
Having you in my life was such a joy.<br />
We'd play and cuddle<br />
And sleep in a huddle.<br />
See you at the Bridge, my handsome boy.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031003043025531613.post-54163157263123647902012-11-03T20:32:00.001-06:002012-11-04T00:13:38.271-06:00Dona Nobis Pacem<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I don't have anything new, different or profound to say. I just believe that if all of us are as kind and gentle toward everyone around us as we can be, we will become better people and much less willing to wage war on anyone.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031003043025531613.post-76320505316419413242012-07-04T17:46:00.001-06:002012-07-04T17:46:02.978-06:00Happy Independence Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yankee Doodle Donkey and I wish you all a safe and Happy Independence Day! I will spend some time being thankful for all the freedoms I enjoy.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031003043025531613.post-77287779304452857272012-05-17T18:18:00.001-06:002012-05-17T18:18:58.241-06:00Farewell, Beau<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is another really sad one for me. I have known <a href="http://roseandtheroyals.blogspot.com/">Beau</a> for years. I remember his first blog with the kitty with the moving tail along the top and side. I remember his great bow ties, which he wore with such flair. I was with him through the changes in his blog and the changes in his life. Back when this blog was pretty new, I wrote a limerick for him, which you can find <a href="http://www.kittylimericks.blogspot.com/2007/03/beau.html">here</a>. I went through Cathy's illness and death with him and wrote him another<a href="http://www.kittylimericks.blogspot.com/2011/12/beau.html"> limerick</a> when he settled down with Rose and the Royals. Now we have to say goodbye. At the end of April, Beau started losing weight and becoming disinterested in eating. A vet exam showed that he had some cancer indicators in his blood. Last weekend, he started acting grrr-y with Rose and hiding. The time had come. The vet came to the house and helped Beau go to Cathy on May 15th. Farewell, old friend. I am sure that you and Cathy are together again and delighted to be with each other.<br />
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Beau was a gentleman cat through and through.<br />
He loved us all, that much is true.<br />
But he most loved Mom<br />
And now he has gone<br />
To be with her in a life ever new.<br />
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On Sunday, April 1, Scooby of <a href="http://littlecf.blogspot.com/">Little Cat Feet</a> suddenly ran off to the Rainbow Bridge. He had been completely normal earlier in the day and had no health problems. While his Mom was carrying her laundry basket, Scooby suddenly ran into the wall next to her. She scooped him up in her arms and he had some kind of seizure, then he was gone. She held him for a long time, unable to believe that he could pass away so quickly. His litter mate, Shaggy was nearby and came to see what was the matter. His Mom feels really bad and shocked by this. Scooby wanted out to play in the grass in the morning, but she said no and now regrets it. She shouldn't beat herself up over this. Scooby is now running and playing in the best grass that there ever was. I think that Scooby felt something inside of him go terribly wrong and he ran to his Mom, who always gave him love and protection.<br />
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I have been reading Little Cat Feet since I first discovered cat blogs and this really makes me sad. You can find Scooby's happy limerick<a href="http://www.kittylimericks.blogspot.com/2007/04/scooby.html"> here</a>. I am really going to miss him.<br />
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Suddenly Scooby started feeling bad.<br />
He ran to his Mom, so he wouldn't be sad.<br />
He passed from her arms,<br />
Where he felt safe from harm,<br />
To the Bridge where he's running and playing like mad.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031003043025531613.post-89503883229360030692012-03-17T18:35:00.001-06:002012-03-17T18:35:48.985-06:00Happy St. Patrick's Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Happy St. Patrick's Day! This is where Herman thinks the shamrock hat belongs. I hope you all have a great time today and put on your green. Herman and I both have ours on. Well, Herman did have his on for a very short time, but I am wearing mine all day.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031003043025531613.post-39575950070270413252012-03-16T14:46:00.001-06:002012-03-16T14:46:47.245-06:00Working It OutThanks to Max the Psychokitty, I now have a solution to the 168 entry limit on the blog list. I did find a way to remove extinct blogs from my reader, too. The help section is useless here. It says to look for the blue manage button on the dashboard. There is no such button in this template. I tried to access a blog that was completely gone from the reader and I got a note that directed me to the manage page. I bookmarked the page to make sure I could find it again. The page had a link back to the dashboard, so I started really hunting around the dashboard. On the same line as the title of the reader there is something that looks like a black gear. Clicking that will take you to the manage page and there you can stop following blogs. Whew! I am on my way to rebuilding my blog listKaren Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031003043025531613.post-59973449329948736422012-03-15T13:22:00.000-06:002012-03-15T13:22:29.511-06:00What to Do?I really do want to get back to writing Kitty Limericks. For that I need a fairly comprehensive and up-to-date blog list. I started to go through my huge blog list to weed out the defunct blogs and found that Blogger would not let me save any changes I made. I thought that maybe I needed to upgrade my template to make things work right, but that didn't help. I contacted Blogger twice about the problem and got no response. I decided that I would have to delete my blog list and start over. I printed out the old one before I deleted it and have been rebuilding it. To my disgust, Blogger has arbitrarily decided that 168 entries is the maximum for a blog list. Once I got to 168, I could no longer add a link. Now I am going to delete all the blogs I am following from the list and add new ones until I get back up to the maximum. I don't know if this will be enough. If it isn't, I will start following the left-over blogs. I am not very happy with Blogger right now. By the way, does anyone know of a way to stop following blogs that have been removed or are otherwise unreachable by clicking on their links?Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031003043025531613.post-49730627101825336992011-12-23T20:54:00.001-07:002011-12-23T21:13:47.670-07:00Merry Christmas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am sorry that this turned out all blurry. My hand must have shaken as I took the picture. I finally got my Christmas decorating, such as it is, done today. I put up this little tree and decorated it with the Christmas cards I received from members of the Cat Blogosphere, got out Herman's stocking and put a couple of things in it and put a Christmas wreath on the front door. This is the first time I have done any Christmas decorating since my Mother died. I wish all of you a very Merry Christmas full of love.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031003043025531613.post-47482508886915046302011-12-01T19:26:00.001-07:002011-12-02T14:00:00.201-07:00Beau<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is Brutus on the left and Gentleman Beau on the right sharing a bed and acting like brothers. I didn't originally intend to write another limerick for Beau. I had already written one for him years ago that you can find<a href="http://www.kittylimericks.blogspot.com/2007/03/beau.html"> here</a>. I did my pick a random blog thing and came up with <a href="http://roseandtheroyals.blogspot.com/">Jersey Fresh</a>. I decided to write a limerick for Emily first, then Brutus, then Marigold. I spent an evening reading the blog and went to bed, thinking about Emily. As often happens, when I woke up the next morning, I had a limerick in my head, but it wasn't about Emily; it was about Beau. Not being one to waste an inspiration, I decided to go with it.<br />
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Beau lived and blogged happily with his Mom Cathy for many years. Not too long ago, Cathy got an infection that just wouldn't heal. She had other health issues as well and she eventually died, leaving Beau all alone. Arrangements were made to have Beau move to New Jersey to live with a neighbor of Rose and the Royals. At first things seemed to be working out, but Beau had issues that weren't being resolved. For one thing, the neighbor lived right next door to a large dog and that seemed to be upsetting Beau quite a bit. Eventually, it was decided that Beau would move in with the Royals. He was was given a room without other cats at first and was rather shy about the whole thing. It didn't take him too long to decide that he was in a safe place and he started to come out and let Rose pet him. Having been an only cat his whole life, he didn't take to the Royals nearly as quickly, but now he and Brutus have become very friendly. I am thinking that it won't be much longer before they all get along famously.<br />
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Beau came to the Royals sad and afraid,<br />
But for him cunning plans were laid<br />
To treat him with care<br />
So he would come out where<br />
Welcome to the family he could be made.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031003043025531613.post-21403278541324123242011-11-23T23:54:00.001-07:002011-11-24T00:06:09.793-07:00Happy Thanksgiving<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Happy Thanksgiving! My mother used these china quail each Thanksgiving as decorations on the table, so they always make me think of Thanksgiving. May you all have lots and lots to be thankful for.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031003043025531613.post-46544521392782622092011-11-20T11:30:00.000-07:002011-11-24T00:13:03.268-07:00Farewell, Emma<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here's Emma with her nip banana. I chose this picture for her farewell post because this is the way I want to remember her. I want to thank all of you for your purrs for Emma. I really appreciate them. I buried her in the flower garden near the bird feeder. If you want to read Emma's story, it is just a few posts down with her happy limerick. If you want to read about her death, it is over on <a href="http://karenjoscats.blogspot.com/2011/11/goodbye-emma.html">Herman's Hideaway.</a> A few of you may wonder why I didn't rush Emma off to the emergency vet when I found her in the litter box, too weak to get out. The nearest emergency vet is a 45 minute drive from here. I did consider it, but the stress of moving her would have probably meant that she would have run off to the Rainbow Bridge on the way. Even if she had survived the trip, there would have been nothing that they could have done for her. She exhibited all the symptoms of Feline Leukemia that Herman did, but they were much worse. I thought it best to just let her go here at home in her room where she felt most comfortable. I will miss her terribly and I think that Herman will miss her, too. I let Herman see her and smell her and touch her before I buried her, but I don't know if he understands why she didn't respond to him. I hope so.<br />
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Goodbye, Emma, my sweet little one.<br />
It's all too soon that you are gone.<br />
You fly away free,<br />
But for Herman and me<br />
It's a sad time here all alone.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031003043025531613.post-19528213061150262762011-11-04T00:19:00.000-06:002011-11-04T00:19:38.534-06:00Dona Nobis Pacem<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeR354WSNqL5HiZ2iV_4fU0YydGJqJt-R7jBWp73wdVsokTth0_Lp9capT6jvb7aD3ncYTNH4YgLcTeBy7Xbei70ZhtBr7n5Jf4AV1bqxC1WeJcvJwJJK5Mn7iuOmDOU2guDF_94Zzg3U/s1600/nyc2011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeR354WSNqL5HiZ2iV_4fU0YydGJqJt-R7jBWp73wdVsokTth0_Lp9capT6jvb7aD3ncYTNH4YgLcTeBy7Xbei70ZhtBr7n5Jf4AV1bqxC1WeJcvJwJJK5Mn7iuOmDOU2guDF_94Zzg3U/s1600/nyc2011.JPG" /></a></div>Today is Blog Blast for Peace, started by Mimi Lennox. On this day we all put up our peace globes and dare to dream that one day the world will be at peace. To me it looks like we are making some progress, but we still have a long way to go. We all need to do all we can to give peace a home in our lives and our world. We need to be a bit more forgiving of our neighbors and friends and all those around us. If we all have peace in our hearts, then world peace will follow. Peace be with you today and every day.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031003043025531613.post-15883397571392784192011-10-31T21:29:00.000-06:002011-10-31T21:29:52.317-06:00Happy Halloween<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif6rZQdwkhCT7Wj2JxUz6FoheO6kkHCvnbcw2BHnZ60BSSNX5-W4DsOfoJT6tkdtpsGOz5Y_IBoNBN0svIM0ExqFexs5o2O6iMANComHnPleSvNHw34F4SRs42kwKgwNs2JV79XlKxCbw/s1600/S5000062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif6rZQdwkhCT7Wj2JxUz6FoheO6kkHCvnbcw2BHnZ60BSSNX5-W4DsOfoJT6tkdtpsGOz5Y_IBoNBN0svIM0ExqFexs5o2O6iMANComHnPleSvNHw34F4SRs42kwKgwNs2JV79XlKxCbw/s320/S5000062.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I hope you all have a Happy Halloween with lots of treats and no tricks, unless you like them.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031003043025531613.post-21653974565035532002011-10-27T20:46:00.000-06:002011-10-27T20:46:42.141-06:00Keiko<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgvXqyLZtfuek04QWKwjtz4BemJuOGCRk8vMJK_7HBgCk5FYyVx3GFEjRyqtfC6T2f74TDwnOZYifbDHXvZLQ56hIKO0fwT8Hw-ctR-iCAYMHtW_QEhq-SmUvt3gH66Y9bVroIAxLFjrM/s320/Keiko.jpg" width="320" /></div><span id="goog_1394720347"></span><span id="goog_1394720348"></span><br />
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Here is Keiko on the living room table. She is the only one allowed up here. It could be because she has the honor of being the first kitty to be adopted into the <a href="http://kittytrio.blogspot.com/">Kitty Quartet</a> or it could be that she is so sneaky and determined that the Mom has given up on trying to keep her off the table. If I read and did my addition right, Keiko is four years old. She is full of energy and loves to be up high. She was delighted when her family moved into a house with stairs. She likes to climb up the stairs on the wrong side, that is, outside of the bannister rails. This makes her Mom nervous, but she hasn't fallen yet. Keiko also likes to hang out on top of the refrigerator and on any shelf she can find room enough for her. She likes her nip quite a bit. For some reason, when she was adopted, she didn't know about playing with toys. Her Mom and Dad have slowly taught her the fun of toys and Keiko is learning. Keiko is very fond of milk and her Mom or Dad will often dip their finger in their milk and let Keiko lick their finger. The only thing that Keiko doesn't like about her life as part of the Kitty Quartet is that her brother Kenji likes to chase her and try to wrestle with her. Keiko doesn't want to kitty wrestle and wishes that Kenji would limit his wrestling to his brother Ryker.<br />
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Keiko likes to sit on the table.<br />
She grins because she's the only cat able<br />
To sit there with no fear<br />
Because Mom makes it clear,<br />
"I don't want kitties on my table!"Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031003043025531613.post-21597206932448423552011-09-25T18:30:00.001-06:002011-10-27T20:35:30.232-06:00Tenzing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMJCOEodl6tJRKZWV-A1VhjytBjkEUZwUJDeTRDWhMMaL02GPV5LDF3J14a_qokaE6xu2xYeFcvcqR5tSeiD3f4h0rwXdEqmwdaApTAJWBT-jOG_4JnReS855NI6LCpt0TxQYYo3gS-6Y/s1600/Tenzing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMJCOEodl6tJRKZWV-A1VhjytBjkEUZwUJDeTRDWhMMaL02GPV5LDF3J14a_qokaE6xu2xYeFcvcqR5tSeiD3f4h0rwXdEqmwdaApTAJWBT-jOG_4JnReS855NI6LCpt0TxQYYo3gS-6Y/s320/Tenzing.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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I didn't think it would take me this long to get back to the hang of writing kitty limericks. Sorry about the delay. First some information, as Kitty Limericks has been neglected for so long. You may wonder, how do I select the kitties to write limericks for? Most of the time it is entirely random. Sometimes I see something on a blog that inspires me. If you would like to have me write a limerick for you or some other kitty (or woofie or any other blogging animal) just drop me an note to nyctolopsATvlaDOTcom or tell me in the comments.<br />
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Now to tell you about <a href="http://jackofallshadesandshadows.blogspot.com/">Tenzing</a>. He moved in with Jack and Persephone March 1, 2010. Somebody had moved and left him behind all alone. The OTW and Big One rescued him and brought him home. He was about five months old at the time. He was big for his age and continues to be big. The OTW (opposable thumbs woman) wonders if he could be part Maine Coon. He has the size and long fur for it. Jack and Persephone have not been best pleased with their new brother. Jack calls him The Unnecessary Kitten and Persephone calls him the Orinch Meniss. He has fit himself into the family and can be caught snoozing with both Jack and Persephone, though neither one really likes to play with him, still. The photo shows Tenzing doing his second favorite thing in the whole world, rolling outside. Once let outside, he will roll and roll and roll. He just loves it. His favorite thing is house-trashing. I chatted with OTW not long ago and she thought that maybe he just doesn't realize how big he has grown or how strong his tail is or maybe he just likes to play "Will it bounce or will it break?" Whatever the reason, if something is on a shelf or table, Tenzing is likely to knock it down. He loves to climb the indoor tree. He loves to climb up the shelves. He has been known to knock over a floor lamp by pushing something over on it. Jack just loves to have fun. He always has fun, wherever he is. Put him in a room by himself for time-out and he will find a way to have fun in there.<br />
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Tenzing has fun wherever he goes.<br />
It keeps him Mom on her toes.<br />
To Jack and Persephone he'll say,<br />
"Please, won't you come play?"<br />
Unfortunately, they mostly say, "Noes!"Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031003043025531613.post-63689039515167224182011-09-03T18:20:00.000-06:002011-09-03T18:20:39.104-06:00Emma<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnA6DCfNbN8emkPFSU7LKV4S7NQTLTY995xzv_jdJLMOZ6USjb8oRj1EqZBy8fvkxt-QPIk4E-Exqw__1uk5KalxSm5UEY3LmtrnPh5IslRnl40_-DNB60cK2ljpU8qNmtlOrk5IcGsWw/s1600/IMAG0193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnA6DCfNbN8emkPFSU7LKV4S7NQTLTY995xzv_jdJLMOZ6USjb8oRj1EqZBy8fvkxt-QPIk4E-Exqw__1uk5KalxSm5UEY3LmtrnPh5IslRnl40_-DNB60cK2ljpU8qNmtlOrk5IcGsWw/s320/IMAG0193.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Now that I am retired and have lots of time to do what I want, Kitty Limericks is coming back. I am really rusty on limerick writing, so I am starting with Emma. This is still my favorite photo of Emma. It is the first good picture I got of her and the only time I got close enough to her with the camera to get a portrait photo. Emma came into my (and Herman's) life on March 1st of this year. She was brought into the Espanola Animal Shelter (high kill rate) by a couple who found her hanging around their yard. They had been feeding her outside and noticed that the other cats in the neighborhood were being really mean to her. They decided to bring her inside, but first took her to the shelter's spay and neuter clinic for a checkup and to be spayed. The shelter did a workup on her and discovered that she was FeLV+. The couple who brought her in decided that they didn't want to keep her after all. I don't know if it was because of her diagnosis, or if they just had second thoughts about adopting a stray kitty. At any rate, the shelter couldn't keep her for any length of time because they are always overcrowded and she was considered hard to adopt out. The foster homes were all full and couldn't take an FeLV+ cat because she would have to be isolated. A lady who worked at the shelter remembered that Herman's foster Mom had a room for kitties who needed to be isolated and contacted her. Herman's foster Mom was also full up, but she told the lady at the shelter that she knew the perfect person to take in this kitty. Herman's foster Mom called me up and gave me the contact information. I called up the shelter lady as soon as possible and told her that I would be delighted to take her in, as I already had a cat with FeLV. We had a long conversation about the personalities of both cats and decided that there was a very good chance that Herman and the yet-unnamed kitty would get along. I made sure that she understood that if they didn't get along, I was willing to foster the kitty until I could find her a home. The call ended with, "When can you come pick her up?" Herman's foster Mom and picked her up the very next day.<br />
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It turned out that I needn't have worried at all about them getting along. My concerns were that Herman had always been an only cat in his two homes and much of his contact with other cats had been of the fighting kind. On the plus side, Herman had been acting a bit lonely. He wasn't playing as much as he had been. He was sort of moping around during the day, but being very clingy at night. I think he actually wanted a companion cat. When I brought Emma home (she didn't have a name yet, not for several days), the first thing I did was put her carrier in the middle of the living room floor. Herman greeted me, but ignored the carrier until Emma meowed softly. Then he slowly sauntered over to inspect the carrier. When he got up to the door, Emma backed to the very back of the carrier and hissed at him. Herman backed up just a little ways and lay down on the floor, looking at Emma. I took this for a good sign.<br />
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I had set up Herman's safe room for Emma. She had a litter box waiting and I brought her food and water as soon as we let her out of the carrier. She made herself right at home. She availed herself of all three facilities almost immediately and accepted my caresses right away. She was obviously not a feral-born cat, but must have escaped (or been dumped) from a home at a very early age, as she is only a year and a half old now. I don't know which it was, but all attempts to locate the former home failed. Herman insisted on coming into Emma's room with me every time I went in to feed, water, scoop the box and spend time with her. I let him stay until Emma hissed at him. To do him justice, he backed off every time he heard the hiss. He was a perfect gentleman toward her at all times. Herman wanted to be friends with her so badly, but Emma was scared of him. No wonder, he is twice her size. On the nineteenth day of Emma being in her safe room, I was awakened by loud thumping on that door. I thought Herman was trying to get in, so I got up to tell him to leave her alone until breakfast time. I found Herman right outside the door all right, but the latch hadn't engaged fully and Herman could have pushed the door open any time he liked. The noise came from Emma trying to get out. I opened the door, Herman and Emma kissed noses and they have been mostly friends every since. There is the occasional spat, but I have never seen any poofed-up tails or arched backs, so they have never been really serious about it.<br />
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Emma is very active. She wants to go everywhere, see everything, do everything. She even entices Herman to chase her by running right past his nose at top speed or even jumping over him. Sometimes, Emma has had enough of Herman and she goes to one of several spots where he can't or won't follow. I have never seen any kitty wrestling, but that isn't surprising, due to the difference in their sizes. Emma really does run wherever she goes. Oh, I have seen her occasionally start to just saunter down the hall, the way Herman does, but she soon picks up the pace. At night, as I go to my room, I see her flashing white feet ahead of me in the dimly lit hallway.<br />
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Emma runs wherever she goes.<br />
The reason why, only she knows.<br />
She runs and she leaps<br />
Way up high, where she sleeps.<br />
I love to watch those flashing white toes.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031003043025531613.post-50127014005155725242011-01-01T00:32:00.000-07:002011-01-01T00:32:17.692-07:00Happy New Year<center><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqhVx58oAZ41q2IIkkh8Onldm-OoVZH1pbflB6xTNOAQp8apK0LQJp3JO4BuL5qT6P2TsClC11m_09O70TZMn_Iz3Kc2OqnRGHFEuN7MeoiEy1XUp2bKIXo5kY4Bre7GydZYYAR3aq-sk/s1600/S5000064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqhVx58oAZ41q2IIkkh8Onldm-OoVZH1pbflB6xTNOAQp8apK0LQJp3JO4BuL5qT6P2TsClC11m_09O70TZMn_Iz3Kc2OqnRGHFEuN7MeoiEy1XUp2bKIXo5kY4Bre7GydZYYAR3aq-sk/s320/S5000064.JPG" width="320" /></a></center><span id="goog_1590473946"></span><span id="goog_1590473947"></span><span id="goog_715446874"></span><span id="goog_715446875"></span><br />
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May you all have a happy, healthy and prosperous New Year.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com66tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031003043025531613.post-41595491816961108382010-12-24T22:18:00.000-07:002010-12-24T22:18:57.979-07:00Merry Christmas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ4ZBwGM6NTIflH63ltKqlAx3jogkkvA5rT-rm0wjSVwWC-1VMt07iFGJYNJ-n_XQvudFOR5eXrFubyNsx9T0Y64P0eQ14iZvtFuO8Mxvh365WEyhzCGcPOm-8dgN43mKaxBpQoTxnElc/s1600/santa+cap1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ4ZBwGM6NTIflH63ltKqlAx3jogkkvA5rT-rm0wjSVwWC-1VMt07iFGJYNJ-n_XQvudFOR5eXrFubyNsx9T0Y64P0eQ14iZvtFuO8Mxvh365WEyhzCGcPOm-8dgN43mKaxBpQoTxnElc/s320/santa+cap1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Sammy and Andy made this for Herman's blog and I like it so much that I am using it for my blog, too. I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas with lots of family and friends and good cheer.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031003043025531613.post-83615418229908689342010-11-29T00:10:00.000-07:002010-11-29T00:10:54.150-07:00Farewell, Gatsbi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5NnWcik9h4gBKbUJPVN_1G_rSqwSIPfY7P3rlL3CqaA-ZLWMS90yZ5KQpNtBtRkJhV4Xf2M0aKNyrs3nDz4KIbikso1PsazlFq2Pp84KlATeDFNO35Zsli0P8HP6i983YO2mtZmQFYL0/s1600/RIP-Gatsbi-2010-11-14-300x249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5NnWcik9h4gBKbUJPVN_1G_rSqwSIPfY7P3rlL3CqaA-ZLWMS90yZ5KQpNtBtRkJhV4Xf2M0aKNyrs3nDz4KIbikso1PsazlFq2Pp84KlATeDFNO35Zsli0P8HP6i983YO2mtZmQFYL0/s1600/RIP-Gatsbi-2010-11-14-300x249.jpg" /></a></div>Gatsbi lived at Forty Paws for eleven years. Ma and Pa found her feral mother and her siblings and brought them inside. The mother became a barn cat, because she was simply too wild to accept a life indoors. The other kittens all found forever homes with other people, but Gatsbi stayed at Forty Paws because she had neurological problems. The vet thought that she must have suffered brain or spinal cord damage shortly after she was born. This meant that she could not jump and had trouble climbing. She had diabetes, but that was well under control. She adapted to the new house well and decided to live upstairs. Then one day she became rather lethargic and had a very low temperature. She was not eating or digesting well, either. Off she went to the vet, who tried everything he could think of, but nothing would bring her temperature up to normal and she didn't seem to be enjoying life much any more. Ma and Pa made the very hard decision to help her cross the Rainbow Bridge. The vet who treated her and her regular vet reviewed her case and decided that she probably had intestinal cancer. She was quite a kitty and Ma and Pa are missing her terribly.<br />
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Gatsbi got sick and no one knew why.<br />
To make her better the vet did try.<br />
He tried every way<br />
To get her to stay<br />
But Gatsbi off to the Bridge did fly.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031003043025531613.post-15237384688294298912010-11-25T00:17:00.000-07:002010-11-25T00:17:22.911-07:00Happy Thanksgiving<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYZ7mc3irOPggLqFsj_RsRjgyB-79RR3JigpVs1iggXhQwFI6zPhsIybBBsq0LUBwxFmsqyXX2ebmMific7hKoiQF0etwavzC5pkmAWGQmkMdisGPwIGB58mCkac0krxsrmkGT7lqO14o/s1600/Thanksgiving.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYZ7mc3irOPggLqFsj_RsRjgyB-79RR3JigpVs1iggXhQwFI6zPhsIybBBsq0LUBwxFmsqyXX2ebmMific7hKoiQF0etwavzC5pkmAWGQmkMdisGPwIGB58mCkac0krxsrmkGT7lqO14o/s1600/Thanksgiving.gif" /></a></div>I just want to wish all of you a very Happy Thanksgiving. I have a lot to be thankful for this year. I am thankful that I am healthy this year. I am very thankful for Herman to share my life with. I am thankful for my family and friends, including all my online friends.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031003043025531613.post-3371995191122940232010-07-12T00:33:00.001-06:002010-07-15T00:20:10.840-06:00Clementine<center><br />
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This is <a href="http://jcfloresinc.blogspot.com/">Clementine</a> in the laundry basket. Samantha had been sitting in it not long before. Clementine has become a typical little sister. Anywhere that Samantha goes, Clementine wants to go there, too. Clementine first showed up at the house on December 13, 2009. The Mom and Dad heard a kitty meowing on the second floor patio and there she was. The Mom took her out some food and let her in the house when it began to get really cold. Samantha was not terribly pleased about that, but there was nothing she could do about it. The Mom and Dad asked all around the neighborhood, but nobody was missing a little orange kitten, so she stayed. At first she was called TOK, The Orange Kitten, but she soon got her name of Clementine. She soon went to the vet and checked out as completely healthy. The vet estimated that she was somewhere between six months and three years old. She doesn't seem to have grown much, so she is probably at least one year old. She didn't act at all feral, so she must have belonged to somebody at one time. At first there was lots of hissing on Samantha's part, but it didn't bother Clementine and the hissing soon tapered off. Now the two of them pounce each other and wrestle. Clementine loves to play, especially with Samantha, but Samantha isn't always willing. Clementine also hunts bugs and investigates everything she can reach. She likes to drink water out of the bathtub. She uses her paw to check the water temperature to see that it's not too hot, then dips her paw in the water and brings it up to her mouth.<br />
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Clemmie likes to go where Samantha was<br />
If you ask her why, she just says, "Because . . ."<br />
She pounces on Sam<br />
With a jump then wham!<br />
Kitty wrestling has started with flying paws.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031003043025531613.post-54052102440149270182010-07-05T00:33:00.000-06:002010-07-05T00:33:00.741-06:00Farewell, Rascal<center><br />
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I started reading <a href="http://welcometorascalsworld.blogspot.com/">Rascal</a>'s blog when I discovered cat blogging. I read it regularly back in the days where you could get through the entire Cat Blogosphere blog list in a few hours. Then the Cat Blogosphere expanded exponentially and I found myself reading it less and less, trying to visit more and more blogs. I regret that.<br />
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Rascal has a remarkable gotcha story, which you should really read in its entirety. It starts<a href="http://welcometorascalsworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-story-part-1.html"> here</a>. Rascal came into his new home as a tiny kitten in 2000 and started off his new life by forgetting where the litter box was and pooping on the carpet his very first day. His Dad had been a cat-hater not long ago and his Mom was afraid that Rascal's time with them was going to be very short, but his Dad laughed and said that he just needed to be shown the litter box again. That was the start of ten wonderful years. I wrote a short bio and limerick for Rascal which you can find <a href="http://kittylimericks.blogspot.com/search/label/Rascal">here</a>.<br />
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In February of 2008, Rascal was diagnosed with feline lymphoma and the vet gave him six months to live with chemotherapy. Rascal was always a fighter and an mighty wrestler. With the help of the chemo, he wrestled his lymphoma to a standstill and went into remission for two years. Not long ago the lymphoma came back, but Rascal managed to fight it off for another five months. He lost weight, but not his zest for life. The morning of the day he was helped to the Rainbow Bridge, he had been out hunting mice and chipmunks. When his Mom found him panting on the kitchen floor that afternoon, she knew what had to be done. The lymphoma was filling his lungs with fluid and it was time to help him to the Bridge.<br />
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Rascal had his good days and bad,<br />
Which made his family happy and sad.<br />
One really bad day<br />
He just went away<br />
To the Bridge where none of his days are bad.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com19