Monday, October 25, 2010

wisdom ...

"If animals could speak the dog would be a a blundering outspoken fellow, but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much." - Mark Twain 

I never met Mr. Twain, but Mama has read a lot of his stuff, and even read some of it to ME!  I like it when Mama reads. I get to curl up next to her where it's nice and warm.  I think people should read more.  I watch Mama, and I watch the box that is like a window to the world. The people there do not read enough either. They drive in cars too fast, talk too loud, do too much, and rest too little.  It's best when she turns off that noisy box.  It is hurtful to my ears.  I do not think it is good for HER ears either.  She should spend more time listening to the trees and the birdies.  Mr. Twain was a real neat man. He wrote a lot of good stories about a lot of different things.  You could get this book, and read his stories about critters!  


Friday, October 22, 2010

snow flurrries ...

We had some of those last night. There's food in the yard for the outside critters, and tonight everyone took turns having some ... I know Mama wants to bring them all in the house, but I also know she can't! It's real late, an' I don't has a lots to say tonite ... I gotta get Mama to bed. She didn't feel so good earlier. Me 'n 'Bastian's gotta go be sure she goes to sleep at a decent hour ...


oh, did you see the kitty who went swimmin?! Look here!

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Dogs ...

A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.
-- Ogden Nash 

Mama read me a very sad email this morning.  I guess it was email, it was on the writey box.   One of our friends has a woofie who went to the Bridge during the night.  How sweet and good, however that he was thee with his person when the moment came.  I did not meet this woofie.  I am really rather afraid of woofies, they are much bigger than I am. But I think this one would have been nice to me. I think his daddywholoveshim knows where he went though. And I would bet the many of Mama's friends would have made him welcome right away.  Gampers liked woofies. When he was a little boy, he had a BIG woofie named Pal.  Pal was a Belgian shepherd, and large. As a puppy he engaged in a rather tough tug of war with HIS Gampers, and one toothie got pulled out a little bit. Pal always looked fearsome after that.  He was a good woofie though. Except that he didn't like people in uniforms. Someone must have hurt him before he came to our family, for him to grrrrrowl at uniforms so.  I think that Gampers and Pal would have gone to meet Buddy.  Buddy was a black boxer woofie, here  is his picture with his daddywholoveshim.  When it comes time for us to leave our people behind, we know we will be together again. We also know we're not really gone. Buddy will learn to visit his daddywholoveshim when least expected.  'Bastian and I will purr extra hard tonight, for comfort for our friend whose heart hurts. 

purrrrrrrrrrrr   .....

Notes From Rainbow Bridge

Monday, October 18, 2010

The Bridge ...

Another kitty went to the Bridge today. Her name was Mrz Mama Katz.  She lived with one of Mama's quiltie ladies far away from here. But we wrote a tribute for her, to comfort her. 
Sometimes Mama reads to me from the big book with the soft cover that smells good, and there are no pictures. But the words are very beautiful. They tell of a Father who loves us all, who knows when even a sparrow falls from the sky.  Sometimes some of Mama's more learned friends try to tell her there are no grounds for believing all critters go to Heaven, but me and Mama, well, we believe otherwise.  The Father in the big Book took a lot of time and trouble to make all of us, and the trees and the flowers, it just doesn't make sense that this is all there is. I know Mama spends a lot of time talking to Him.  I can't see Him, but she tells me He is in every flower and every tree and the face of every critter and every child ever born to mankind.  I think I like a Father like that.  Sometimes when she goes to bed at  night she talks to Him, and water comes from her eyes. I lick it up as fast as it flows. But after a bit she sleeps, and seems to be at peace. Me and 'Bastian stay real close on nights like that.  And ... um ... something else happens sometimes. Sometimes there's another kitty with us. We can't see her. But we see her footprints on the bed, and then there's a dent in the pillow by Mama's head.  We hear purring. Very soft purring.  I think that must be when Miss Mouse visits.  There's a place in the Book that talks about horses too, in Heaven, I mean.  So I know there are kitties.  Mama says these things are "great mysteries".  Like how when she goes to the big building where everyone else is, and drinks wine and eats little pieces of dried up bread, that they're someone's blood and body. That sounds kind of icky to me, but she says it's one of the great Mysteries.. How that stuff can be something else.  So, I think  you don't always have to see something to believe in it. She says that's Faith.  That's a good thing. 

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Resting ...

A cat pours his body on the floor like water. It is restful just to see him.  William Lyon Phelps quotes (American Educator, Journalist and Professor, 1865-1943)

I do not understand why humans do not rest.  Even when they go to bed to sleep, or to take a nap (something they should do more of), they forget to turn off their minds, and twitch and tumble in their sleep. It is most un restful.   As any self respecting feline will tell you, naps are an absolute art form.  Naps are why and how we are so even tempered!  You don't see CATS on Valium, do you?!  or on the pyschologist's couch?  Nay not so! 
Mama was talking with someone else on the writey box today. The other person had a photo of HER kitty, wearing a T-Shirt.  I sincerely hope Mama didn't get any bright ideas.  The Santa Suit is humiliating enough.  And 'Bastian is too fat for Mousie's sweaters.  I'm not sure if the Santa suit will fit him either. I would be positively DELIGHTED if it did.  

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Politics ...

Well, I'm not so sure we cats ought to get involved with politics. There already is a donkey and an elephant. A cat could be trampled easily.  BUT, if you have a desire to study political science, and to be "up" on Justice for Cats ... this is the book for you.  There simply are not enough shelters, or more specifically "no kill" shelters.  It's bad enough that unspayed kitties and unneutered toms roam ... but through no fault of their own they get scooped up and hauled off to the pound for euthanasia.  I know I fuss and fume about Sebastian. But I'm really glad he has a furever home now, even if it IS with me ... at least he'll be safe and warm and well-fed (he oughta be, he eats MY dinner) ... so, read the book, and do your part. Purrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Friday, October 15, 2010

A very nice man named Mr. Hemingway said that. He really liked kitties, especially ones with extra toes! Mama went to his house once, and said there were kitties EVERYwhere! I am not sure I would like that. It's hard enough sharing mama with ONE other kitty, let alone dozens.  Mr. Hemingway was right, you know. Kitties do not bother with pretending what they feel.  We can't be bothered with all that hog wash. If we're mad, you'll know it. But we get over it quickly, and move on to  whatever is next.  I think more people should listen to kitties and to observe our habits.  Human beans would benefit much from that.  

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Playing ...

“When I play with my cat, who knows whether she is not amusing herself with me more than I with her.” Michel deMontaigne quotes (French Philosopher and Writer. 1533-1592)

My "Mamawhatlovesus" plays, not enough however. She thinks it's great fun to wiggle the feather for me to pounce on, or to throw 'Bastian's mousies across the room for him to chase.  We let her thing that this is playing with us, but in all truth, it is US who are playing with HER.  We feel it is our responsibility as housecats to be sure that our mamawhatlovesus gets some exercise every day.  Human beans just do not take proper care of themselves.  By engaging her in play, we are assured that she gets SOME cardiovascular benefit from activity.  We have not managed to cajole or coerce our daddywhodoesn'tparticularlylikepets to exercise. He is, therefore, more sickly than she is.  She has a dear friend who had a kitty, but now has none. He comes up with excuse after excuse to avoid getting another, but she will not deter in her campaign to enrich his life with another kitty.  

Today mama quilted in the living room. She stretched her quilt on a weird looking thing she called a frame, and then made machine noises as she quilted it.  I hopped up on it to supervise, but alas she did not want me there. Something about quilting my paws ... 

It is cold and wet tonight. It will definitely be a "two cat" night ... as we snuggle with her for warms ... we will share our B.T.Us with her. 

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

“Cats are magical. . .the more you pet them the longer you both live.”

Now every respectable kitty knows this to be true.  We dearly love to be stroked, and petted, and it activates our purrboxes ... but did you know it lowers  your blood pressure? Helps get you over the common cold? reduces anxiety?  I know you don't always appreciate our gifts to you, the most choice part of a freshly killed mouse, or bird, and we don't understand that.  I mean, we've brought you a gift! Shared with you our kill! Shown our love and respect!  Silly humans.  You trip over us and holler when you do, but do you realize that if you walked more slowly and observed what's around you, you wouldn't have tripped over us in the first place? I mean, SLOW DOWN!!!!  Enjoy a nap in the sunbeams!  Learn the intense pleasure of a really good streeeettttttccccccchhhhhhhh!  And when WE are done eating, we sit and groom, wash our paws and faces, but what do YOU do! You pile the dishes up in the sink and go do something else!  No wonder you have indigestion!  You have so much to learn, if only you'd let us teach you!!!   Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Waiting up for mama ...

Mama went to the quilt store today to hold down the fort while the owner was away.  I'm not particularly happy when she's gone, neither is 'Bastian ...  but today she was gone for NINE HOURS.  Daddy fixed our dinner, but it wasn't the same. 

When she got home, she sat down in her big chair that was the Grandfather's chair, and we snuggled with her.  She knows she has to give us her undivided attention when she's been gone that long.  Tonight she told us about lights in the window and special quilties.  Me 'n 'Bastian didn't get half of it, but we DO have our special quilties just for us ... and we always watch out the door for her to come home. 

Do you have your own quiltie? Would you like Mama to make one for you? She will, you know ... I hope you wait at the door for your Mama to come home when she's out. 

Now I must go and purr her to sleep.

Monday, October 11, 2010

People who love cats

People who love cats have some of the biggest hearts around.  ~Susan Easterly

I believe this to be true.  Take my mamawhatlovesme for example.  She goes out of her way to feed homeless critters, and to be there for people who need her. I get frustrated at times when people aren't there when she needs them, but that's the way of humans I guess.  I know she loved the kitty before me an awful lot, because sometimes when she's thinking about her, water comes out of her eyes.  It is salty, so of course, I lick her face clean again.  I'm not sure what possessed her to bring Sebastian into the house. I mean, she's been to the pound (that must be a ghastly place to be) ... and there have been other kitties who dine in  our yard ... but for some reason she decided 'Bastian must come in.  And he did. I wasn't at all pleased with this arrangement for many months, but at this point, he's kind of grown on me.  And he did make the Grandfather awful happy.  The Grandfather always wanted me to sit on his lap but I was not so inclined. The Grandfather started a painting of 'Bastian sitting on his lap. But he didn't finish it.  I think Boy will finish it.   'Bastian was, and did, and that made everyone happy.  I have discovered, however, that lap sitting isn't at all disagreeable, in fact it can be rather pleasant.  I have a date with mamawholovesme's lap every night after she finishes her plate of food.  I hop up to the chair beside her, and wait (not always patiently, though she's been better about it lately) until she puts the quilt on her lap. Then I arrange myself in a most pleasing pose for both of us.  

Sunday, October 10, 2010

It's funny how dogs and cats know ...

It's funny how dogs and cats know the inside of folks better than other folks do, isn't it? Helen Porter (1868 - 1920), Pollyanna, 1912
Take my house, for example.  Sebastian and I know when Mama is  upset about something, and maybe we can't FIX it, we can offer comfort and solace.  This morning Mama had a wedding to do on the beach at dawn.  When she got home, she was cold and tired, and crawled back into bed.  Me and 'Bastian snuggled up close to her and she was asleep in a blink.  I don't understand why some folks don't want cats (or even, gasp, DOGS) to live with them.  We don't judge, we're always "there for you" no matter what, we don't care if you had a crappy day at work, or overdrew your bank account.  We don't care if  you have a double chin and grey hair, and we sure as all get out don't care whether or not you remembered to take the garbage out.  It doesn't GET more "unconditional" than that.  

When Mama goes to the grocery store, she always smells the flowers that are there for sale.  She sez if she doesn't have time to smell the flowers, she's too busy.  Doesn't care who she sez that to, either.  I think it's a good thing.  We cats have a similar saying, "when in doubt, wash".   That gives you time to think about what you're going to do next without someone thinking you're flustered!  Try it!

A grand old kitty lady died this week, October 8.  She was 18 and a half years old. She had come in from the cold as a rescue, and lived with her mommywholovedher ever since.  There are so many kitties (and woofies) who don't have furever homes.  Won't you visit your local shelter today and make room in your heart for a new friend? You will be glad you did.  In the meantime, you can at least go HERE and help.  Just a click helps donate a bowl of food to homeless kitties ...

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Thou art the Great Cat,

"Thou art the Great Cat, the avenger of the Gods, and the judge of words, and the president of the sovereign chiefs and the governor of the holy Circle; thou art indeed...the Great Cat." - Inscription on the Royal Tombs at Thebes

My Mamawhatlovesme understands this!   She made a little quilt today for the kitten she loved  on all day at the craft festival.  I should be jealous, but then again, she didn't bring the kitten HOME with her, so I guess it's okay she's made a quilt for it. She was a very tiny kitten, long haired ... and the man who adopted her was head over heels in love with little "Maggie May" as he named her.  I like thinking little Maggie will have her very own "Misty Whispurrs Critter Quilt".  Quite a few of my quilts have gone to kitties on the internet at Catster, and some of my friends on Xanga too.  

Quilts and kitties go together. We like them!  Maybe your mamawhatlovesyou would get you one! 

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

It never hurts to ask!

Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what you want.
Joseph Wood Krutch (1893 - 1970)

Why do you suppose that is?! I can remember Mama being frustrated, and Grampa asking her "tell me what it is that you need. I can't help you if you don't." He was always so right about things. From where Sebastian and I sit, it would seem things would be so much simpler for humans if they'd just ask! Humans seem to think each other are mind readers. Amazing! Everycat knows that only we felines have that ability.

Most folks would be glad to know what it is they might do for someone, if only that someone would ask.  Sometimes, it becomes a gift.  Someone special to you would LOVE to do something for you, if only that someone had a clue what it was that you needed!

Think about it ... and give it a try!

Monday, October 4, 2010

Protocol ...

Anyone who considers protocol unimportant has never dealt with a cat.
-- R. Heinlein

Mama just doesn't get it some days. Take today for example. She scheduled a doctor's appointment for dad for 8:40 in the morning. HOW DUMB! Morning sunshine is the best time for napping! 'Bastian and I dragged dad out of bed before dawn, to open a tin of mousemeat for our breakfast, and then we jumped up on Mama's bed to snuggle. She makes a lot of quilts, and they're nice and all, but she's got this thing on her bed that's full of feathers and it's so toasty and warm! Next thing we know, she's up, in the room that rains (which I will NEVER understand), and out the door. At least she had the sense to get back into bed when they returned. Honestly.

It's all about protocol! 'Bastian and I are rarely ever stressed, and it's because we follow protocol! okay, so we get a little agitated when she feeds the chipmunk. Wouldn't you? I mean, she puts food on the patio, right out side the glass door, so we can watch that arrogant beast laugh at us while he stuffs his cheeks. But in general, we follow protocol. Set times to eat, flexible hours for naps, brief bursts of energy to keep ourselves limber, and when in doubt, wash.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

purrs from the pines ...

Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a function.
-- Garrison Keillor

Mama participated in a craft show yesterday, hoping to sell quilts. That is, this was the excuse she gave ME for being gone all day. But the truth of the matter is, she came home smelling of OTHER CATS! This is not acceptable to 'Bastian and me. The Humane Society, she says, had kitties and woofies there to get them 'dopted out. Humpf. For once I was glad that Daddy said NO MORE CATS!

The bushy tails are really busy now, collecting things to hide for the winter months. They don't have to worry too much in our yard, as Mama feeds everything that shows up at the door, even CHIPMUNKS, which I would much rather catch myself. I am not sure what function chipmunks have when they're OUTSIDE and I cannot catch any.

Misty, off to catch a nap ...