G.T.

This is G.T. up on top of one of the cat trees at Forty Paws, showing off his splint after he broke his leg about a year ago.  G.T. is  probably the most active cat at Forty Paws.  He loves to tear around the house like his butt was on fire, racing across the floor, leaping up on furniture, jumping from the top of the cat tree to the top of the china cabinet and back again.  One day he missed his jump from the top of the cat tree to the top of the china cabinet and broke his leg in three places.  He had to wear a splint for 12 weeks, but that didn't stop him from climbing up to the top of the cat trees.

G.T. is seven years old.  He loves people food, especially aerosol whipped cream, grated sharp cheddar cheese, salmon patties and Maw's homemade chicken pot pie.  He does not like tuna.  G.T. is the cat most likely to start a game of Thundering Herd of Elephants.  He has also picked up Dorf's habit of picking on Reno, Obi and Bow, but he gets into trouble for that.  He will often wait crouched at the cat flap to the cat enclosure, hoping some bird will mistakenly blunder in there.  If one does, he is on it in a flash.

                                  G.T. runs through the house like his tail is on fire.
                                  He leaps from the cat tree to get even higher.
                                                  He once broke his leg
                                                  And walked with a peg,
                                 But he still climbed the cat tree, 'cause he likes it up higher.

Baby Mao

Here are pictures of Baby Mao and some of his handiwork.  Or should that be paw-work?  The most distinctive thing about Baby Mao is the way he manages to spread poo prints all over the house.  He often has an aroma about him, too.  He is so famous for it that he has started the Smelly Cat Club.  Baby Mao is Yao-lin's little brother and is a little over a year old.  Yao-lin wasn't thrilled with getting a little brother at first and he still complains about Baby Mao quite a bit, but they seem to be getting along most of the time.  Baby Mao is an energetic lynx-point Meezer and often tears around the house like his tail is on fire.  He loves to play, play, play with all his toys and with Yao-lin.  The one thing he cannot stand is being alone.  If he finds himself alone in a room, he will cry.  This usually results in someone coming to find out what is the matter, then he is happy again.

                                             Baby Mao always smells of poo
                                             Despite anything his beans can do.
                                                   He leaves brown prints
                                                   On leather or chintz.
                                              Oh, Baby Mao, what did you doo?        

Miz Allie Cat

I would like to introduce you to Miz Allie Cat.  She is a sixteen year old calico cat who lives with her Mom and a dog named Foxy.  She seems to get along with the dog pretty well, though she uses an occasional whap to keep the dog in line.  She has only been blogging since August, but she gives lots of very helpful advice on living with and caring for cats.

                                            Miz Allie Cat gives very good advice.
                                            No kitty ever has to ask twice
                                                  About good food to eat
                                                  Or how to treat
                                             Troublesome hairballs.  And she's so nice.

Award and Book Stuff

Cat Naps in Italy were kind enough to give me this award. Thank you very much Opus and Roscoe. I would like to pass it along to Oreo, my buddy who encouraged me to start this blog, and Oscar in Australia.

I would like to pass the Sweet Award on to Meep and Twizzler. They are both very sweet kitties.

I have gotten several comments lately about collecting the limericks together into a book. This is a project that I will undertake at some time. It will take an awful lot of limericks to fill up a book, but I would like some input from all of you about what should go into it. It will, of course, include all the limericks from the blog, but should it be just the limericks, or should I include the information about the subjects of the limericks, too? Would you like to see the limericks which did not make it onto the blog because I thought of better ones? Should I include limericks that I have written for other projects? Should I write some limericks just for the book, so there will be new material? Please let me know your thoughts, or any suggestions you might have. I have made a good start, as I will post my 200th limerick tomorrow.

Buzzerbee

It just didn't feel right to write about Meep and Twizzler and not include Buzzerbee, even though he went to the Bridge in June.  I got permission from his Mom first, because I didn't want to cause any more pain, but she said that she would like a limerick for Buzzerbee, too.

I started reading the adventures of Buzzerbee and Meep when I first started reading cat blogs.  They got a new blog in 2006, so I couldn't check on some of the stuff I remember about Buzzerbee, so I have to trust my memory.  I remember Buzzerbee as being quite a character.  I distinctly remember a picture of him in the fanlight of the door.  No one could figure out how he got up there, but he was enjoying the view.  Buzzerbee was adopted as an adult cat from Kitty Angels.  No one knew for sure how old he was, but he was an active kitty and a bit mischievious.  He was an only kitty for a couple of years, as being FIV+ he could only live with other FIV+ kitties.  Then his Mom and Dad found Meep at Kitty Angels and brought him home.  Buzzerbee didn't like this turn of events at all at first, but soon he and Meep became fast friends.  They loved to pounce each other and wrestle, with Buzzerbee doing most of the pouncing and Meep doing most of the head bopping.

The two pictures were taken last December.  In the first one, Buzzerbee is telling Meep that it's time to be nice to each other because Santa Paws is watching.  After the head bop from Meep, Buzzerbee is laughing and telling Meep that Santa Paws saw that and now Meep is going to get kitty litter in his stocking.  Meep seems quite crestfallen.  I chose these two pictures because this is the way I remember Buzzerbee best.

                                                 Buzzerbee loved to play with Meep.
                                                 Buzz would pounce him when Meep was asleep.
                                                           Meep would bop with a paw;
                                                           Buzzerbee would guffaw.
                                                 How they loved to play, Buzzerbee and Meep.

Twizzler

First, some very good news.  My brother and sister-in-law got home about 9pm Wednesday.  The flight went fine and my sister-in-law is feeling pretty good.  She is going in to see her doctor today, just to make sure her lungs are OK again, but my brother feels that her problems on that score are over.  Thanks again for all your purrs and prayers.

This is Twizzler, Meep's new brother.  That's his name because he is long and skinny and likes to twist around a lot.  In fact, he's a chocolate Twizzler.  He's a Meezer and he likes to talk a lot.  That suits Meep just fine, because Meep likes to talk a lot, too.  He is FIV+, like Meep, and about five years old.  He is very friendly and he and Meep took to each other right away.  The Mom and Dad brought him home from Dr. Wendy's vet office on August 22nd.  He was found roaming around by himself, very skinny and anemic, very near the vet office and Dr. Wendy took him in to try to find him a home.  No one knows why he was on his own, but he has a very good home now.  Twizzler had to be isolated from Meep until September 19th because he turned out to be a little sick when he first came home and because they had to run his feline leukemia test twice, just to make very sure that he didn't have anything bad that he could give to Meep.  You have to be very cautious with FIV+ cats because their immune systems are compromised.  Meep and Twizzler got acquainted through the door while Twizzler was isolated, so that when Twizzler finally got to come out, they already knew each other a bit.  Now they play and snuggle together all the time.

                                                 Twizzler is a chocolate seal-point Siamese.
                                                 He fit his way into Meep's house with ease.
                                                       He stayed by himself-y
                                                       'Til they knew he was healthy.
                                                Now he and Meep love each other to tease.

Meep

This is Meep with his lion cut.  He gets these periodically because he is a very floofy cat and he gets terrible mats and tangles.  He doesn't groom himself for some reason and daily brushings just can't keep up with the mats that he develops.


This is how Meep looks most of the time.  Here he is with his favorite toy, Pookie.  He also has a favorite pillow, which he kisses every night before going to sleep on it.  Meep loves to investigate paper bags.  Meep is about four years old and FIV+, which means he can only live with other FIV+ cats.  He was originally adopted as a brother and playmate for Buzzerbee, who went to the Bridge a while ago.  They loved each other very much and Meep got rather lonely without Buzz.  Now he has a new brother and playmate, Twizzler, who just moved in recently.  I'll be writing more about Twizzler tomorrow.

Meep doesn't like the process of getting his lion cut, but he really likes it once it's done.  He runs around the house and plays a whole lot more.  You can see how he's giving the scratching post a workout.

                                     Meep loves to be trimmed like a lion.
                                     It gets rid of the mats and tangles so tryin'.
                                         He scratches the post
                                         That he likes the most,
                                     Then throws back his head and roars like a lion.