Thursday, 19 June 2014
Cat-i-fication
So just a quick update for folks who haven't seen the Cat-i-fication JD and I did (while he was visiting).
For some reason when I tried to email the images they bounced back as undelivered Weds and Thursday so uploading here for those people to see.
As you will see I need to steam or iron the curtains as they a little wrinkled but all in all I thought this worked out quite well.
Click the "READ MORE" (below) to see pictures
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Found some old Foster articles I wrote on previous blog so transferring them over here
January 6, 2012
It's a Good Week of News for Speckles
So other day at Vet we found out Speckles had lost 17 lbs
I spoke to assistants about her skin infection and the Doctor put her on a special medicated shampoo that will hopefully fix her up.
Got more Anti Anxiety meds so her separation anxiety isn't as bad (hopefully)
And just got word that after basically 2 months now, her Thyroid levels have finally come under control to their proper levels. She will have to stay on the medication for rest of her life to maintain those levels but they are under control and regulated now.
And the best part of her week (to her anyways)
SHE GOT TO GO FOR A RIDE IN THE TRUCK!
So just a quick update for folks who haven't seen the Cat-i-fication JD and I did (while he was visiting).
For some reason when I tried to email the images they bounced back as undelivered Weds and Thursday so uploading here for those people to see.
As you will see I need to steam or iron the curtains as they a little wrinkled but all in all I thought this worked out quite well.
Click the "READ MORE" (below) to see pictures
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Found some old Foster articles I wrote on previous blog so transferring them over here
January 6, 2012
It's a Good Week of News for Speckles
So other day at Vet we found out Speckles had lost 17 lbs
I spoke to assistants about her skin infection and the Doctor put her on a special medicated shampoo that will hopefully fix her up.
Got more Anti Anxiety meds so her separation anxiety isn't as bad (hopefully)
And just got word that after basically 2 months now, her Thyroid levels have finally come under control to their proper levels. She will have to stay on the medication for rest of her life to maintain those levels but they are under control and regulated now.
And the best part of her week (to her anyways)
SHE GOT TO GO FOR A RIDE IN THE TRUCK!
SHE GOT TO GO FOR A RIDE IN THE TRUCK!
January 4, 2012
Me Thinks This Dog is Getting Far to Attached
Its been 2 months and a bit, but looks like Speckles health and life are starting to respond and come around!
So took Speckles to Vet today for her monthly Thyroid check up and blood work.
My Gawd does this dog LOVES riding in the truck
And she can now get into the truck on her own, doesn’t need to have her backside be lifted up, as was the case when I first got her.
So I open passenger door and she hops right in and sure enough immediately takes her spot
BEHIND THE STEERING WHEEL!
So after coaxing her to her spot on the passenger side, she settles down
Until we start moving that is
Then its
*Look this way*
*Look that way*
*Whats this button do?*
*Whats that button door?*
*Why is your garage door opening up again?*
*Why are you locking my door? I just unlocked it!*
*What do you mean you wanted to drink your coffee? I think it looks fine as a puddle on the truck floor!*
*Where we going?*
*Hey see that person? I’m going to howl at them!*
*What do you mean your buying a muzzle?*
*Why do you keep pushing me away from your lap? You let the cats sit in your lap!*
*OK, maybe not when this truck is moving but still*
*Are we there yet?*
*huh*
*huh*
*huh*
FINALLY pull up to vets and sure enough she wants out side.
We 10 minutes early so what the hell,lets go for a short walk.
Apparently Speckles idea of a short walk is going from Truck to Vets waiting room.
So we inside and Speckles sees all the animal lovers so its time to put on a show.
I must have pushed her from trying to get on my lap 10 times, untangled her from her own leash a dozen times, stopped her from wandering off.
She LOVES the vets, she gets lots of attention there.
So the nice lady comes to take her weight and it dawns on Speckles for first time today that im not coming with her (I wait in waiting room) and suddenly this not such a great deal!
Vet aide tries to get Speckles on scale and Speckles not co operating and looking at me for the go ahead.
GREAT NEWS, Speckles has lost 17 lbs since coming to me. She came in at 93 lbs today so all those stairs are paying off big time.
Then nice lady tries to lead Speckles to backroom and this is so not cool.
Well they get her blood and Speckles comes racing back to me
Vet aide gives me leash and starts to get this months supply of anti anxiety meds ready and Speckles at the door pawing to be let outside
“Ok ok, I got my attention, lets go already”
So I get meds and say thank you and open door and no sooner is Speckles out the door but she bee lines it to the truck and starts pawing at truck door to be let in.
Let her in, get in myself, drive home rather uneventful like Speckles had decided
*OK,I had my attention, now I want to be home and this whole process taking to long*
So pull up into my driveway and before I have my driver door open, Speckles is climbing over me to get out and racing to front house door to paw at it to be let in.
Once inside the tail as waging and she was happy happy happy.
Its good to see her happy and healthy but I’m really worried that when we do find a forever home for her, she might go into separation depression once again as shes REALLY claimed my house as her home base and security location.
LOL, what a day.
You wouldn’t believe how excited she gets to go for truck rides.
Just the hi lite of her day!
Not Walks. Few times I’ve tried to take her out for walks she walks to mail box and then drags me back home and inside. Guess she gets enough exercise going up and down stairs and the 30-60 minutes she spends each day in back yard.
Truck rides however, those don’t happen every day!
November 1, 2011
So a Dog and 2 Cats Walk Into a Litter Box
So WOW, animals are driving me nuts today (well last 3 days)
Speckles on a anti Anxiety medication now and 3 days ago she stopped eating
Well today I figured out why, its not reaction to medications as I thought, its not depression or stress as I thought also.
She has been trying to guilt me into feeding her human food and not dog food. Hunger finally got the best of her today and she ate some of her dog food… and then it was right back to moaning and groaning and whimpering for table scraps that shes never going to get from me.
To top it all off, she seems to think clean cat litter is desert, no wonder she was constipated other day! SHESH
So now I have to barricade the cat litter box so she cant get a snout full when I leave room to get a coffee refill or use washroom.
It just never ends with this dog!
To ADD to the problems, I figured out yesterday she is also a abused animal sometime in her past. Obviously I have never struck her or even lifted a hand at her but yesterday she wanted to go outside and we were in the computer room, so I pick up plates and glasses to take downstairs and shes waiting at top of stairs for me.
I get to her and sorta shrug with a short careful wave (holding dishes) and say “you wanna go first or 2nd” and she instantly goes from tail wagging to complete retreat and cringing in a small ball on floor bracing like shes about to be hit.
THATS LEARNED BEHAVIOR,
that doesn’t come naturally, you learn to protect yourself like that.
To be honest, as first foster dog it is to much but I got both feet in the water so why stop now?
It would have been much better for me to have a relaxed normal foster dog who just needed to be adopted as a starter dog as I wasn’t 100% sure it would work out with Rascal the Cat.
Speaking of Rascal, he seemed to have taking a liking to the dogs dental sticks treat. *rolls eyes* its all about food with those damn cats. All they do is eat, poop, and knock things off the table and counters (when Inm asleep cause they get soaked with water if they go on either location when I can catch them).
As for Furball, well he has decided he wants to eat Speckles dog food.
First few days she was here she would “WOOF” at him when he stuck his nose in her food dish but since shes decided she wants human food, hes decided her food is open season for him.
And to complete the circle, I cant feed the cats with Speckles in area as she LOVES canned Cat food and pushes them outta the way to gobble down their food if I don’t stop her.!
We all hear about the trans gender issues all the time in the news, well I think I have Trans Breeding issues in my house currently!
I have a 4.5 lbs dog named Furball,
a 20 lbs dog named Rascal,
and a 110 lbs cat named Speckles!
OR least that’s the way they all see it right now!
And don’t try to tell them differently, they are not buying what I’m selling on the issue!
Hmmmmm, wonder if I could train Speckles to use the litter box, and not just eat it? 
October 13, 2011
Speckles, Oct 12, 2011
Last couple days Speckles has decided my socks make the perfect chew toys! LOL, Im down 3 pairs now and had to go out and get her soft chew toys today as she hates the hard bone and will not even look at the squeaky rubber ones.
So besides the chew toys (which seem to have been a big hit thank god, they both already all slobbery)
I also purchased Dog Shampoo, a dog deodorizer spray (works like a charm I must say), and dental stixs. Just a REALLY hickory smelling treat that’s good for dogs teeth and OMG she loves them. LOL, I’m not actually sure she CHEWED the dental stick but she immediately came looking for more!
Sadly Speckles going to learn, as Rascal and Furball did, cute only goes so far with me and I will not spoil them with treats (or let my mother do so, much to her disappointment).
On the upside, Speckles now comes and gets me when she needs to go outside to washroom so the “accidents” because she snuck downstairs are over.
On the downside, she is so freaking terrified of being left or abandoned that if I even step out for 45 minutes (as I found out today) she goes into full on panic mode and pees on the front door mats, even if she had just been outside to do her business before I left. And then when I do return shes at top of stairs whimpering and whining and just completely stressed out till I come pet her and reassure her Im not leaving her.
I guess that will change in time as she realizes Im not leaving for good and am coming back. Till then I may have to start putting her out back in backyard if Im going to be gone for more then 5 minutes.
I really got to wonder how long she was on the street after her owner died cause this is some seriously deep rooted separation disorder happening here with her. Probably a really good thing I am on disability and home 95% of the time to be with her. She doesn't require constant attention, just proximity around her.
I was hopeing her and the cats would bond and they would be company for each other, and they have gotten alot closer and alot more friendly, but the complete trust bond not quite there yet!
Missed another great picture today.
Speckles comes in from doing her bussiness and goes directly to cats water dish and starts slurping away.
Right above her (the cats water dish is under a computer desk) on the desk top is Furball leaning over the edge looking down on her, to see whats going on.
Would have made a great picture!
October 8, 2011
Everyone meet Speckles
So Speckles arrived this past Saturday Oct. 01, 2011.
Day 1
Now I have seen a lot of animals in my life and I never seen a dog so quiet, so obedient, so loving with out even batting a eye or missing a step.
I meet the drivers that brought her from Toronto to Barrie at the McDonalds across town from my house.
Speckles walked out of their car, looked at me and walked straight over to my truck like it was the most natural thing in her life and she had done it a million times before.
I opened the passenger door and was about to ask for help getting her up (she is 110 lbs after all) when she simply put her front two paws up on the passenger seat and waited for me to lift the back end in.
Now we did have a little discussion on who exactly was going to drive as she walked over to the driver seat while I was closing passenger door, LOL.
As we drove home she shifted, scooted, and found her comfortable spot and went to sleep while we drove home curled up in passenger seat (after she tried to drink my coffee sitting in cup holder)
We pulled up to the house, I opened passenger door and much to my surprise she just hopped down carefully, tail wagging away, looking at me as in “ok, where we going now?”
Walked up to front door, I opened inside door and Furball came to check out this new monster (Speckles…110 lbs. … Furball…4.5 lbs There is a wee difference! Rascal stood at stairs none to impressed with whole situation).
Took Speckles for a walk in the back yard, then through main floor of house, then back to back yard to do the business, then she took root on the first landing going upstairs (poor Rascal and Furball were stuck upstairs and were not about to try and go past her).
Thats were she stayed for 2 days, other then potty breaks.
I eventually carried Rascal and Furball to the main floor and put a liter in the basement so they had access to their food, water, and liter. Furball eventually ran past her himself but Rascal would have none of it.
The only time Speckles made any sound was, Furball decided after a few hours to introduce himself.
He wandered up to Speckles, no reaction.
He walked back and forth just below her, no reaction.
He took a step closer but to the side by food dish, no reaction.
He stuck his nose into food dish
WOOF
Didn’t see Furball for a good 30 minutes after that.
Day 2
Nothing much during day 2, Speckles got lots of pets, stayed on the landing except for the one time I got her to come upstairs and see her sleeping cushion for when she was ready. She returned to her landing after that.
Day 3
About 3/4 of way through the day, I’m on the computer, Rascal and Furball are upstairs with me, Speckles decides to see what the action is and wanders up the stairs, walks into computer room, gets more pats, wanders over to bedroom and cushion and curls up for next 3 days.
Day 4-6
Only thing of note is I find out Speckles despite being 110 lbs, is VERY QUIET on her feet and does not bark or whimper when she wants out.
She simply walks to door and stands there till she cant hold it any longer.
So we had a couple accident and I came up with the idea of hanging some bells from my bedroom door frame just at right height that when she passes through door they ding and I’m alerted she is up and moving, which most likely means bathroom break.
At the end of Day 6, Speckles decided she had enough of the bedroom and started to follow me around house. Upstairs downstairs outside and again. She got such a work out she was panting and huffing but shes getting REALLY good with the stairs! Earlier in the day I had to go vote in provincial election and when I got home she was at top of stairs whimpering that she had been left alone and was so excited that I came back to her.
Day 7
Today was the real break through, she wandered around house following me, came and got me for the bathroom break, rather then going straight to door, and much to Rascals dismay, she went downstairs by herself to lay on blanket I had put down for her. Which meant poor Rascal lost his private sanctuary and he wasn’t overly thrilled about it. (I have to make sure I go give him a good 30-60 minutes of attention each day as hes not being aggressive or anxiety ridden, hes just staying out of the way of everyone including Speckles).
Furball stuck his nose in her water this time and we all heard another WOOF as a orange flash goes zooming down the stairs.
Over all its pretty peaceful in house, Speckles is getting much more accustomed to home and surroundings. Even went outside tonight by herself for 20 minutes, and just wandered around again.
And I finally put her cushion in the dryer with like 10 scented fabric sheets to get rid of that gawd awful industrial packaging smell that was on cushion from Costco.
Speckles didnt seem to mind it but gawd it stunk huge to me.
Oh almost forgot, Poor Furball, no matter how brave he is, he just can’t catch a break!
So we on mainfloor, Furball is on in custom scratching thingy as Speckles walks by towards me.
Furball does’t move away, doesn’t run, doesn’t panic
And just as Speckle passes him
WHACK, dog tail to the face!
(Speckles tail was going crazy as she came to me and didn’t see Furball leaning in to sniff)
And there goes that orange streak again!!! LOL
Sept 11, 2011
So Got Told I Have a Foster Dog Coming To Me
Today Gentle Jacks Coonhound Rescue called me to let me know they have a dog for me to take care of.
My first Foster animal
After 3 years of bothering the local SPCA about being a foster home for puppies or mature dogs and never getting called (except for the odd “can you take a cat in” call, even though they knew the answer and reasoning for answer on that) I finally found a place that wants to use me as a foster home.
First pooch is a female coonhound named Speckles.
Appearently she was the pet of a elderly lady in Ohio who fed her table scraps and didn’t exercise her often, if at all.
Poor Speckles exploded to 110 lbs (I’m told her preferred weight is around 60-70 lbs).
Unfortunately the elderly lady passed away and Speckles found herself homeless and alone and on the street until she was rescued.
I’m told she very friendly and very good around all people and animals and just needs a steady place to stay at and be taken care of till we can get her healthy and find her a forever home of her own.
LOL, if you read my “Rascal and Me” posts, you know Rascal is also on a Diet so guess now I can have 2 animals dragging their empty food dishes to the base of my staircase as a reminder they want more food, more often! LOL.
Anyhow, quite excited about this. I’m a sucker for animals it seems and got the time and space to take care of some in need. And luckly Furball absolutely loves all other animals and Rascal has never shown any aggression to any other animal out side of other felines. Even Racoons and Skunks come right up to my patio glass doors and Rascal and Furball just stand there looking out and chatting with them. Its when the neighbors cat shows up that I hear all hell breaking loose! Maybe with Speckles here that cat will not come around so often now.
I’m going to be adding a Foster Animal section to my blog here in the upcoming future where ill put updates and photos of any animals in my care but for now, here is 3 photos of Speckle that were sent to me regarding her.
Sept 23, 2011
A Good Bye Letter From Your Puppy
Saw this posted today on Facebook from Coonhound Rescue and it kinda hits home in a depressing way!
I often talk about euthanaisia and Kill Shelters and how Im against them but this sad little letter really does say it all
I died today:
You got tired of me and took me to the shelter.
They were overcrowded and I drew an unlucky number.
I am in a black plastic bag in a landfill now.
Some other puppy will get the barely used leash you left. My collar was dirty and too small, but the lady took it off before she sent me to the Rainbow Bridge .
Would I still be at home if I hadn’t chewed your shoe? I didn’t know what it was, but it was leather, and it was on the floor. I was just playing. You forgot to get puppy toys.
Would I still be at home if I had been housebroken? Rubbing my nose in what I did only made me ashamed that I had to go at all. There are books and obedience teachers that would have taught you how to teach me to go to the door.
Would I still be at home if I hadn’t brought fleas into the house? Without anti-flea medicine, I couldn’t get them off of me after you left me in the yard for days.
Would I still be at home if I hadn’t barked? I was only saying, “I’m scared, I’m lonely, I’m here, I’m here! I want to be your best friend.”
Would I still be at home if I had made you happy? Hitting me didn’t make me learn how.
Would I still be at home if you had taken the time to care for me and to teach manners to me? You didn’t pay attention to me after the first week or so, but I spent all my time waiting for you to love me. I died today.
Love, Your Puppy …
Please remember all, and tell everyone you know.
If for some reason you can’t give you’r pet the home they deserve
Please turn it into a no kill shelter
So it has a proper chance to find a home where it will be loved and welcomed and live out a full and happy life.
Their life truely does depend on this minor option of spending 10 minutes finding a no kill rescue shelter in your area.
Thank you,
Sept 2, 2011
Amazing Video, You Will Not Beleive Your Eyes
For those people out there that dont think Animals think and care about people and one another and they just mindless furballs looking for food and attention!
I have video proff of an AMAZING story of disgusting human behavior (or at least uncareing) and how amazingly giving a dog can be.
You will not beleive your eyes but this is must see for everyone.
June 23, 2011
Animal Euthanasia, Plus Good Bye Spirit, Hello Furball
So I had written up this whole post for today on a political debate raging in Toronto over the Mayor choosing to not attend a freaking gay rights celebration parade and spend time with his kids when I came across this article Animal Shelters Euthanasia, whose fault is it and suddenly a bunch of cry babies whining about a mayor they openly bash and insult not attending their precious little gathering didn’t seem so interesting and not remotely as important!
I was talking with my Neighbor, his wife, and their elderly parents other day about dogs and shelters and how someone should always adopt from a Rescue organization when Sherry (neighbors wife) spoke up saying “or a certified breeder because sometimes people want specific breeds and they need to be breed for them”, it was that point that I disagreed vehemently with her.
I could care less what someone wants when millions of dogs and cats, GOOD, LOVING, LOYAL TO A FAULT dogs and cats are put to death every year in North America via humane Euthanasia. And with a little effort (Were talking very minimal effort, couple calls, more then likely that specific breed of dog or cat, or a cross breed containing the breed your interested in anyways, can be found in any number of kill or no kill shelters through out Canada and the United States. Good loving dogs and cats that want desperately to adopted and just loved. Not beaten for for barking. Not kicked for meowing, animals that never had a chance in this world who find themselves on a display case for kids and others to ohhhh and ahhhhh and look for the cutest one that can summon the energy to put on a show for you that day.
I was going to save the following 2 stories for ”Rascal and Me” updates over next 2 weeks but it seems to fit here today!
One of the darkest days in my life that I still, to this day look back and shiver in regret and guilt is…
Spirit my first cat. Spirit was 110% loyal to me, she was my cat. It didn’t matter where I went in my 2 different Apartments and my townhouse after that, Spirit was by my side. Spirit HATED PEOPLE (females more then anyone else) but loved me unconditionally and when I brought my new girlfreind (at that time) and her 6 year old daughter over, Spirit stiff legged and slightly groaning in objection stood there while Stephanie (the daughter) petted her softly, all the while looking at me waiting for the ok to leave. When I did say “ok Spirit” she ran off not to be seen again until it was just Spirit and me.
Some might be thinking now, Well this guys a crazy man, hes talking like the animal is human. No Spirit was not human, she was however a intelligent creature capable of loyalty, compassion, and empathy, and love like all animals out there when treated right!
Sadly as I said in other post, I was not prepared for a pet, my life style was not conductive to caring for a pet and Spirit would find herself alone for days before id come home! Oh she was always fed and litter was changed but beyond that I was 20 something and living my life! And yet Spirit remained loyal to me. When a problem Roommate started writing blank cheques that I ended up having to cover, Spirit sensed the frustration and aggravation in me and one day, despite having literally grown up her entire life on my water bed, with out so much as a single puncture. As a kitten I would take off the sheets and she would chase the air bubbles around for hours on end. Despite there bing 4 different Water beds in the townhouse! Spirit one day, just hours after a full on yell and screaming argument between me and problem roommate, jumped up, wandered over to Troys and only Troys water bed, extended claws and proceeded to walk up and down his water bed leaving 100s if not 1000s of tiny little puncture marks in his water mattress. She jumped off, went upstairs to my room and curled up on my water bed to sleep!
Troy was not happy and long story short, I agreed to get rid of Spirit and he agreed to pay his back rent minus the cost of a water mattress. that was ONE OF THE BIGGEST MISTAKES OF MY LIFE and the one I regret the most. I took Spirit to the local SPCA (I had no idea they were a kill shelter, I had no idea there were non kill organizations available as options, I just didn’t know back then),I paid the then $20.00 fee to turn a pet in. The entire trip there Spirit sat on the bench seat of my truck looking at me with pleading eyes. When I brought her in the staff informed me she was ill as I had never gotten her all the shots and care she so desperately needed. I simply didn’t know back then. And as I left she whined and cried to not be left there as my heart was literally ripped out of my chest.
For years I told myself she was a adopted but deep down I knew being sick and being MY CAT (as I mentioned above, she really didn’t have much use for anyone else once she was a 1 year old and beyond.) that was unlikely and as I learned more and more and more about how the SPCA works it became obvious to me I had paid to have her put down, alone, terrified, confused to as what she had done to end up here.
It would be almost 15 years before I entertained thoughts of another pet and this time I would be the owner the pet deserved.
My mother suggested a Pet Store originally but this time I had done my homework, pet stores utilize “illegal breeders” who cage females and impregnate them time after time after time until they are barren and useless to them and they are put down, usually in horrific inhumane styles and ways. The dogs and cats at your average pet store are disease ridden, could be born with defects you will never know about till years later when suddenly your paying 10s and even 100s of thousands of dollars to save your ”family member”. NEVER buy from a pet store. Some pet stores volunteer space for rescue organizations to showcase their animals, those are the ones you want, or just go to the local SPCA because those cute little kittens days are numbered there. At least at the no kill shelter they not being put to death next week. If your looking for a dog, visit the local pound cause they even faster to use the euthanasia card then the SPCA is.
No, we went to the local Pet Smart who had a showcase room they gave out to rotating no kill rescue agencies free of charge. I tried to find the Barrie SPCA but was unable to so this was the back up plan.
We entered the cat room and started to look at the cats ranging from 6 months (Furball) to 4 years old. So I looked at the cats and I came across this scrawny kitten looking at me. Begging me to take it home. I put my finger towards the cage and this little paw stretched out to rest on my finger while this little orange furball just looked at me and cried (Im not joking, he was visably crying). The cages were locked so I could pick him up and there seemed to be no attendant working. So I went looking for someone that could open the cage while my mother stayed there and apparently Furball gave her the same sappy treatment begging to be adopted.
Finally it was found out the worker who had been there had just up and left so they had to call the agency to get a new volunteer to come down.
While I waited Furball sat in his cage just staring at me crying.
I drove mom home and came back to wait and for the next hour Furballs eyes never left me, he knew he was coming to a home and it was almost like he was scared if he looked away id disappear!
Eventually a worker came and the minute I was able to lift Furball up he started to purr and just force himself against my chest. We did the paper work and I paid the fee and home we went. Like Spirit so many years before him, he didn’t leave my side and trusted me unconditionally!
The crying? Well turns out Furball had feline herpes virus and it was effecting his eye ducts so the crying the week before was because of that, but at that moment in time it was the deal maker. I picked up his meds, which was 8 eye drops a day in his eyes and he trusted me completely. He just stood there while I dropped the drops in! I don’t know if anyone out there ever tried to give cats eye drops normally, its a exercise in frustration normally. With Furball he just accepted and purred. And hes never stopped purring since!
The reason I tell these stories (and don’t worry, the happy cheerful fun stories return next week) is to showcase these animals are not just pets. They understand whats going on, they want to be apart of your family and these are the animals you find in Shelters through out North America. Damaged animals that still somehow retain the ability to love, connect, and enhance peoples lives if given the chance. But they need to be given the chance.
So the next time you hear someone talking about breeders or pet stores, send them to the local shelter, the local pound, the local rescue organization. As much as I truly hate seeing any animal suffer, if you do business with breeders and pet stores, you ensure they continue the cycle and continue to stock their supplies!
FEED ME, Part 2
So here we are a while later,
Rascal the cat is now 21 lbs and still not called a fat or obese cat,
Just a big thick cat who likes to eat.
So the routine has changed since the last round,
Furball has again been losing some weight so had to add in a 5th feeding time.
Of course Rascal thought this was just a great idea
Until he found out his portion size decreased slightly
He wasn’t to thrilled about that little bit of reality.
So anyways the new feedings are 9am, 12 noon, 5 pm, 9 pm, 12-1 am (just before bedtime)
So Rascal gets the same amount of wet food but spread over 4 servings rather then the previous 3 servings
And then gets a serving of dry cat food at the end of day
Now Furball’s stomach has become more delicate and any mixing of dry and wet food will result in him throwing it all up.
So now when I give the final serving of food I sit and wait with them to ensure Furball doesn’t eat any of Rascals dry food.
So this day they get their food
Furball eats his and wanders off now use to this routine
Rascal eats all but about 10-15 peices of kibble and also wanders off
I pick up Rascals dish to put the left over kibble back in sealed container where Furball cant get at
And wouldn’t you know it
Soon as Mister Hungry hears the food container hes back stretched out to the top of the dish washer pawing at the container and meowing non stop for more food.
I’m looking at him weirdly going
“YOU JUST ATE, this is your left overs!!!!”
But that didn’t matter to him, he heard the food container and was now ready for servings 2-3-4-5
LOL, needless to say he went to sleep disappointed but gezzzzzzz
FEED ME, Part 1
So every day its the same routine.
Cats meals are at 3pm, 7pm, 11pm, and 3am
Unless your Rascal and hungry it seems!
I wake up between 2:30 pm and 3 pm each day.
Rascal knows this.
Most days you can find Rascal snuggled tightly between my arm and chest, snoozing and purring away!
BUT NOT TODAY!
No, today Rascal decided he was hungry before feeding time
2pm
Rascal enters bathroom
Jumps into Tub for greater audible effects
MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
Me: SHUT UP! as I roll over and try to go back to sleep
2:10pm
Rascal enters bathroom
Jumps into Tub for greater audible effects
MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
Me: SHUT UP! as I roll over and try to go back to sleep
2:25pm
I feel Rascal jump onto bed
I think to self “perfect, hes going to shut up and just snuggle up, maybe I can get some sleep now”
Feel Rascal bump and rub his forehead against my chin
“Would you stop, let me sleep cat, shesh!”
Feel Rascal do his circle on bed that he does before he lays somewhere
and then out of no where
MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
*sighs*
Ok now I’m up
Get dressed, look at clock, walk downstairs for coffee and there is Rascal sitting beside his food dish waiting expectantly!
“Forget it cat, your still not getting fed till 3pm and if you pull that again I’m throwing you in Speckles Crate for the night!”
Didn’t hear a peep from Rascal for the next 30 minutes
So Appears Rascal Likes to Be Written About.
Also called "Rascal get your damn paw out of my mouth!
So today Rascal was in a extra sucky mood and wanted to cuddle while I slept.
Wait thats not right
He wanted to cuddle and he wanted me to know he was cuddleing
So while I slept he walked up and head butted my jaw waking me up!!!
He proceeded to cuddle up and start purring loudly.
“OK fine, I can sleep like this” I said to myself as I closed eyes to drift off back to lala land
Only to wake up spitting his damn paw outta my mouth as he decided to place it there as I slept!
Having his paw removed from his prefered spot he stood up to once again cuddle and get comfortable meowing his displeasure of being woken up
HIS DISPLEASURE!!!!!!!!
So he twisted and turned and settles down with his head 2-3 inches from my face!
UGGGGG, Cat Breath!!!!!
So I pulled my comforter over my head so I didnt have to smell his cat breath on my face!
Well this really was not acceptable in any manner he proclaimed as he pawed at the comforter, trying to pull it back down.
Then he tried to find away to also get under the comforter, but I had a tight grasp on it and wouldnt let him
So unable to pull it back down and unable to crawl behind it, he took the only option he had left to him (in his opinion)
And he steped up and curled up on the comforter hiding my face.
Yes thats right, he sat directly on my face in protest to me hiding behind the comforter!
ARGGGGGGGG!
After that I just got up as was crystal clear he wasn’t going to leave me alone, no matter what I did!
I really need to buy that super soaker and carry it around with me from now on!
35 Degrees and Rascal is a Drama Queen
Been awhile since I posted here.
Life gets in the way I guess.
But that doesn’t stop Rascal from being, well Rascal!
So other day it was 35 degrees (that’s just under 100 degrees in America for you non metric cavemen and women, heh) and was sitting upstairs (so probably over 40 degrees as top floor of house gets hotter higher you go) at the computer when low and behold the Drama Queen known as Rascal comes slandering in.
He jumps on desk beside my computer desk
Looks at me and waits for me to look at him
meows once
and then falls over with a thud and weakly puts his legs in the air all limp, like he was dieing
I swear if he could speak, all I would have heard was
“Immmmmmmmm so hot, I’m dieing here, turn on the A/C, I’m melting, ohhhhhhh wooooo is me, my life is so hard, feel sorry for me”
It was just so rediculas its impossible to accurately describe how pathetic he managed to make himself look!
I WISH I had my camera handy to take a picture of him on his back with legs pointing upwards and all limp.
This Looks Like a Good Place To Lay Down
So Rascal has a habit.
Actually Rascal has allot of habits
But the one were talking about today is his insistence that he sit (or lay on) anything new brought into house!
Pail of Cat Litter?
Hes on it!
20 Lbs. bag of Cat food?
Hes on it!
Full bag of Groceries?
Hes on it!
Empty box brought into house?
Hes on it!
Doesn’t matter what it is, he must sit or lay on it to pass his approval inspection.
As my mother tells her friends, the only things he doesn’t lay on is the Dog and my Mother.
So I guess I shouldnt have been surprised when he pulled his latest move, but I was.
I go out and get mail.
Put new mail in a pile on table separate from other piles of bills and Tax Receipts.
Go upstairs to let dog out of crate (her seperation anxiety so bad that even me leaving to get mail at corner drives her crazy and more often then not results in a “mess” left for me. So in the Crate she goes, even if only 5 minutes) and bring downstairs to go outside.
And sure enough, there is Rascal, on the table (A place he knows full well hes not allowed on),
SITTING ON THE NEW MAIL PILE!
Not the tax receipts
not the old bills.
Hes separated and pounced on the NEW MAIL!
*shakes head*
LOL, sometimes FACT really is stranger then fiction.
Furball And The Vet, Part 1
Anyone want a 4.5 lbs orange furball?
Damn cat anyways!
So last two years Furball has been acting really weird when going to vet for yearly check up. He would coward in back of carry case and not want to come out. Till home. This cat HATES leaving his home, even when I'm with him every second of the ordeal!
So today was his yearly check up
I set alarm and wake up,
Feed cats
Let dog outside to do her bussiness
get cup of coffee
Let dog back inside and put her back in crate (cause of seperation anxiety she cant be left alone in house as she pees everywhere. Luckly inside crate she will not pee. Just howls)
Go downstairs and get cat carry case and bring to main floor
Get dressed
Call Furball
Call Furball
Call Furball
Look through out house for Furball
Call Furball
Call Furball
Call Furball
Look though out house for Furball
get cat treats and shake bag
Rascal comes a running
Give Rascal treats
Call Furball
Call Furball
Call Furball
Look through out house for Furball
Sit and drink now cooled off coffee
Call Furball
Call Furball
Call Furball
Look through out house for Furball
Sigh and call vet and tell them we have a problem, I cant find my cat!
Vet laughs and reschedules appointment for Thursday!
About 10 minutes after his appointment time, Furball emerges like nothing at all had happened and he ddoesn'tunderstand what the fuss is all about.
STUPID CAT
or really really really smart!
You decide!
If Only I Could Get Away With Behaving Like Rascal
So I usually sleep from 6am-7am to 2 pm and have for as long as Ive had my cats!
They both know the routine and for the most part have adapted to it quite nicely!
Well unless you’re name is Rascal andyou have decided you did not get your standard quota of attention the past day!
So there I am snoozing away peacefully when suddenly, at 10 am, I feel …
*whack*
*whack*
*whack*
against my jaw.
I open my eyes to see Rascal sitting up smacking me with his paw repeatably.
What the hell Rascal, I’m sleeping!!” I say to him rather annoyed.
But instead of running away like is normal proceedure for my cats when they do stuff like this, I suddenly hear
*purr*
*purrr*
*purrr*
as he rubs up against my hand trying to coax it into petting him
I roll my eyes at his rather obvious attempt to get attention on his own terms and roll to my other side and try to go back to sleep
YOU WOULD THINK I WOULD HAVE LEARNED BY THIS TIME!!!!
No sooner had I fallen asleep (I think) when my nose is struck lightly, but solidly, multiple times
I open my eyes again rather annoyed to see this 20 lbs white terror ram butting my nose straight on with his forehead!
WHAT THE HELL CAT, I’M TRYING TO SLEEP!
This time he did run away soon as I spoke
Minutes later I hear
*CRASH*
as he proceeds to knock anything and everything he can reach off the bathroom sink counter to the floor.
Admitting I was defeated I got up and called him over and gave him 10 minutes of attention, much to his delight!
Of course, upon seeing Rascal get attention, Speckles (who is in her crate in my bedroom watching all this go down) starts to pound the sides of the cratewith her tail and whimper non stop until she also gets attentions and a good rub down.
NEXT TIME, I’M GETTING A PET ROCK!
Least I’d be allowed to sleep!
My How Times Have Changed
So I’m sitting at computer and up comes this white fluff ball leaping into my arms and pressing against my chest purring away happily and I can’t help think of how time have changed.
Just some years ago when I brought Rascal home he HATE HATE HATED to be held.
I would p[ick him up and he would moan and squirm and try everything short of clawing and biting to get away from me.
Oh he loved sitting in a lap, he just hated to be held
And of course that made me want to hold him all the more!! heh
About 6 months after I got him he would try a new routine
I would pick him up and you would hear a loud and recognizable *SIGH IN FRUSTRATION* and then go completely limp like he didn’t have a single bone in his body!
Just dead weight that could easily slide right out of your hands and arms if you were not careful
Oh now he loves for me to pick him up and hold him and pet him
As I said, its not uncommon to see him climb or jump up to my chest, drape his paws over my right shoulder, and just purr away till I remove him
But its definitely a LEARNED ACTION, and wasn’t always the case!
It Wasn't Me, It Wasn't Me, It Was The Dog
So last night we had a little routine right out of some low brow comedy movie!
Im sitting there watching TV when all of a sudden I smelt the worst smelling sewage smell you could imagine!
I look at Rascal whose laying half on my leg and half on the sofa and say “OMG Rascal, did you fart?”
Rascal looks at me and you literally can see the indignation of being accused written all over his face and he replies with a VERY VOCAL
“merow, meow, merow, merow, merow, merow, merow, meow*
And he looks at Speckles laying curled up in corner on her cushion.
I say “Speckles was that you that farted”
Speckles looks up, sniffs air, and gets this look of utter dismay on her face and immediately shoves her nose into the cushion and puts her paw over the remaining portion of snoot in objection to the smell!
(damn I wish I had a picture as words truely dont fully explain her reaction to this stink)
At which point I look back at Rascal and say “She says she didn’t do it and objects to you blaming her!”
Well Rascal gets this totally undignified look on face and sends a barrage of meows directed at me and storms off mad
(I’m not making any of this up BTW, these critters have full blown personalities of their own and over time you learn to recognize and understand what they saying and meaning)
And as Rascal leaves I see it.
BIG WET STINKY FART CIRCLE ON SOFA WHERE HE HAD BEEN SITTING!
That’s it, no more canned cat food for you
30 minutes later I had finished cleaning up and disinfecting and desmelling the basement!
The entire sequence of events was just to funny and Rascal really was trying to blame the dog for it!
LOL
Rascal and The Puck
Aka: Rascal Love Hockey
Tried to upload this video but to big for site so please follow link for short 2 minute video on how Rascal manages to make every hockey game exciting!
Well every game but the Canucks or the Leafs, even Rascal will not sit and watch those games
Enjoy
January 4, 2012
Me Thinks This Dog is Getting Far to Attached
So took Speckles to Vet today for her monthly Thyroid check up and blood work.
My Gawd does this dog LOVES riding in the truck
And she can now get into the truck on her own, doesn’t need to have her backside be lifted up, as was the case when I first got her.
So I open passenger door and she hops right in and sure enough immediately takes her spot
BEHIND THE STEERING WHEEL!
So after coaxing her to her spot on the passenger side, she settles down
Until we start moving that is
Then its
*Look this way*
*Look that way*
*Whats this button do?*
*Whats that button door?*
*Why is your garage door opening up again?*
*Why are you locking my door? I just unlocked it!*
*What do you mean you wanted to drink your coffee? I think it looks fine as a puddle on the truck floor!*
*Where we going?*
*Hey see that person? I’m going to howl at them!*
*What do you mean your buying a muzzle?*
*Why do you keep pushing me away from your lap? You let the cats sit in your lap!*
*OK, maybe not when this truck is moving but still*
*Are we there yet?*
*huh*
*huh*
*huh*
FINALLY pull up to vets and sure enough she wants out side.
We 10 minutes early so what the hell,lets go for a short walk.
Apparently Speckles idea of a short walk is going from Truck to Vets waiting room.
So we inside and Speckles sees all the animal lovers so its time to put on a show.
I must have pushed her from trying to get on my lap 10 times, untangled her from her own leash a dozen times, stopped her from wandering off.
She LOVES the vets, she gets lots of attention there.
So the nice lady comes to take her weight and it dawns on Speckles for first time today that im not coming with her (I wait in waiting room) and suddenly this not such a great deal!
Vet aide tries to get Speckles on scale and Speckles not co operating and looking at me for the go ahead.
GREAT NEWS, Speckles has lost 17 lbs since coming to me. She came in at 93 lbs today so all those stairs are paying off big time.
Then nice lady tries to lead Speckles to backroom and this is so not cool.
Well they get her blood and Speckles comes racing back to me
Vet aide gives me leash and starts to get this months supply of anti anxiety meds ready and Speckles at the door pawing to be let outside
“Ok ok, I got my attention, lets go already”
So I get meds and say thank you and open door and no sooner is Speckles out the door but she bee lines it to the truck and starts pawing at truck door to be let in.
Let her in, get in myself, drive home rather uneventful like Speckles had decided
*OK,I had my attention, now I want to be home and this whole process taking to long*
So pull up into my driveway and before I have my driver door open, Speckles is climbing over me to get out and racing to front house door to paw at it to be let in.
Once inside the tail as waging and she was happy happy happy.
Its good to see her happy and healthy but I’m really worried that when we do find a forever home for her, she might go into separation depression once again as shes REALLY claimed my house as her home base and security location.
LOL, what a day.
You wouldn’t believe how excited she gets to go for truck rides.
Just the hi lite of her day!
Not Walks. Few times I’ve tried to take her out for walks she walks to mail box and then drags me back home and inside. Guess she gets enough exercise going up and down stairs and the 30-60 minutes she spends each day in back yard.
Truck rides however, those don’t happen every day!
November 1, 2011
So a Dog and 2 Cats Walk Into a Litter Box
So WOW, animals are driving me nuts today (well last 3 days)
Speckles on a anti Anxiety medication now and 3 days ago she stopped eating
Well today I figured out why, its not reaction to medications as I thought, its not depression or stress as I thought also.
She has been trying to guilt me into feeding her human food and not dog food. Hunger finally got the best of her today and she ate some of her dog food… and then it was right back to moaning and groaning and whimpering for table scraps that shes never going to get from me.
To top it all off, she seems to think clean cat litter is desert, no wonder she was constipated other day! SHESH
So now I have to barricade the cat litter box so she cant get a snout full when I leave room to get a coffee refill or use washroom.
It just never ends with this dog!
To ADD to the problems, I figured out yesterday she is also a abused animal sometime in her past. Obviously I have never struck her or even lifted a hand at her but yesterday she wanted to go outside and we were in the computer room, so I pick up plates and glasses to take downstairs and shes waiting at top of stairs for me.
I get to her and sorta shrug with a short careful wave (holding dishes) and say “you wanna go first or 2nd” and she instantly goes from tail wagging to complete retreat and cringing in a small ball on floor bracing like shes about to be hit.
THATS LEARNED BEHAVIOR,
I get to her and sorta shrug with a short careful wave (holding dishes) and say “you wanna go first or 2nd” and she instantly goes from tail wagging to complete retreat and cringing in a small ball on floor bracing like shes about to be hit.
THATS LEARNED BEHAVIOR,
that doesn’t come naturally, you learn to protect yourself like that.
To be honest, as first foster dog it is to much but I got both feet in the water so why stop now?
It would have been much better for me to have a relaxed normal foster dog who just needed to be adopted as a starter dog as I wasn’t 100% sure it would work out with Rascal the Cat.
Speaking of Rascal, he seemed to have taking a liking to the dogs dental sticks treat. *rolls eyes* its all about food with those damn cats. All they do is eat, poop, and knock things off the table and counters (when Inm asleep cause they get soaked with water if they go on either location when I can catch them).
As for Furball, well he has decided he wants to eat Speckles dog food.
First few days she was here she would “WOOF” at him when he stuck his nose in her food dish but since shes decided she wants human food, hes decided her food is open season for him.
And to complete the circle, I cant feed the cats with Speckles in area as she LOVES canned Cat food and pushes them outta the way to gobble down their food if I don’t stop her.!
We all hear about the trans gender issues all the time in the news, well I think I have Trans Breeding issues in my house currently!
I have a 4.5 lbs dog named Furball,
a 20 lbs dog named Rascal,
and a 110 lbs cat named Speckles!
OR least that’s the way they all see it right now!
And don’t try to tell them differently, they are not buying what I’m selling on the issue!
Hmmmmm, wonder if I could train Speckles to use the litter box, and not just eat it?
October 13, 2011
Speckles, Oct 12, 2011
Last couple days Speckles has decided my socks make the perfect chew toys! LOL, Im down 3 pairs now and had to go out and get her soft chew toys today as she hates the hard bone and will not even look at the squeaky rubber ones.
So besides the chew toys (which seem to have been a big hit thank god, they both already all slobbery)
I also purchased Dog Shampoo, a dog deodorizer spray (works like a charm I must say), and dental stixs. Just a REALLY hickory smelling treat that’s good for dogs teeth and OMG she loves them. LOL, I’m not actually sure she CHEWED the dental stick but she immediately came looking for more!
Sadly Speckles going to learn, as Rascal and Furball did, cute only goes so far with me and I will not spoil them with treats (or let my mother do so, much to her disappointment).
On the upside, Speckles now comes and gets me when she needs to go outside to washroom so the “accidents” because she snuck downstairs are over.
On the downside, she is so freaking terrified of being left or abandoned that if I even step out for 45 minutes (as I found out today) she goes into full on panic mode and pees on the front door mats, even if she had just been outside to do her business before I left. And then when I do return shes at top of stairs whimpering and whining and just completely stressed out till I come pet her and reassure her Im not leaving her.
I guess that will change in time as she realizes Im not leaving for good and am coming back. Till then I may have to start putting her out back in backyard if Im going to be gone for more then 5 minutes.
I really got to wonder how long she was on the street after her owner died cause this is some seriously deep rooted separation disorder happening here with her. Probably a really good thing I am on disability and home 95% of the time to be with her. She doesn't require constant attention, just proximity around her.
I was hopeing her and the cats would bond and they would be company for each other, and they have gotten alot closer and alot more friendly, but the complete trust bond not quite there yet!
Missed another great picture today.
Speckles comes in from doing her bussiness and goes directly to cats water dish and starts slurping away.
Right above her (the cats water dish is under a computer desk) on the desk top is Furball leaning over the edge looking down on her, to see whats going on.
Would have made a great picture!
October 8, 2011
Everyone meet Speckles
So Speckles arrived this past Saturday Oct. 01, 2011.
Day 1
Now I have seen a lot of animals in my life and I never seen a dog so quiet, so obedient, so loving with out even batting a eye or missing a step.
I meet the drivers that brought her from Toronto to Barrie at the McDonalds across town from my house.
Speckles walked out of their car, looked at me and walked straight over to my truck like it was the most natural thing in her life and she had done it a million times before.
I opened the passenger door and was about to ask for help getting her up (she is 110 lbs after all) when she simply put her front two paws up on the passenger seat and waited for me to lift the back end in.
Now we did have a little discussion on who exactly was going to drive as she walked over to the driver seat while I was closing passenger door, LOL.
As we drove home she shifted, scooted, and found her comfortable spot and went to sleep while we drove home curled up in passenger seat (after she tried to drink my coffee sitting in cup holder)
We pulled up to the house, I opened passenger door and much to my surprise she just hopped down carefully, tail wagging away, looking at me as in “ok, where we going now?”
Walked up to front door, I opened inside door and Furball came to check out this new monster (Speckles…110 lbs. … Furball…4.5 lbs There is a wee difference! Rascal stood at stairs none to impressed with whole situation).
Took Speckles for a walk in the back yard, then through main floor of house, then back to back yard to do the business, then she took root on the first landing going upstairs (poor Rascal and Furball were stuck upstairs and were not about to try and go past her).
Thats were she stayed for 2 days, other then potty breaks.
I eventually carried Rascal and Furball to the main floor and put a liter in the basement so they had access to their food, water, and liter. Furball eventually ran past her himself but Rascal would have none of it.
The only time Speckles made any sound was, Furball decided after a few hours to introduce himself.
He wandered up to Speckles, no reaction.
He walked back and forth just below her, no reaction.
He took a step closer but to the side by food dish, no reaction.
He stuck his nose into food dish
WOOF
Didn’t see Furball for a good 30 minutes after that.
Day 2
Nothing much during day 2, Speckles got lots of pets, stayed on the landing except for the one time I got her to come upstairs and see her sleeping cushion for when she was ready. She returned to her landing after that.
Day 3
About 3/4 of way through the day, I’m on the computer, Rascal and Furball are upstairs with me, Speckles decides to see what the action is and wanders up the stairs, walks into computer room, gets more pats, wanders over to bedroom and cushion and curls up for next 3 days.
Day 4-6
Only thing of note is I find out Speckles despite being 110 lbs, is VERY QUIET on her feet and does not bark or whimper when she wants out.
She simply walks to door and stands there till she cant hold it any longer.
So we had a couple accident and I came up with the idea of hanging some bells from my bedroom door frame just at right height that when she passes through door they ding and I’m alerted she is up and moving, which most likely means bathroom break.
At the end of Day 6, Speckles decided she had enough of the bedroom and started to follow me around house. Upstairs downstairs outside and again. She got such a work out she was panting and huffing but shes getting REALLY good with the stairs! Earlier in the day I had to go vote in provincial election and when I got home she was at top of stairs whimpering that she had been left alone and was so excited that I came back to her.
Day 7
Today was the real break through, she wandered around house following me, came and got me for the bathroom break, rather then going straight to door, and much to Rascals dismay, she went downstairs by herself to lay on blanket I had put down for her. Which meant poor Rascal lost his private sanctuary and he wasn’t overly thrilled about it. (I have to make sure I go give him a good 30-60 minutes of attention each day as hes not being aggressive or anxiety ridden, hes just staying out of the way of everyone including Speckles).
Furball stuck his nose in her water this time and we all heard another WOOF as a orange flash goes zooming down the stairs.
Over all its pretty peaceful in house, Speckles is getting much more accustomed to home and surroundings. Even went outside tonight by herself for 20 minutes, and just wandered around again.
And I finally put her cushion in the dryer with like 10 scented fabric sheets to get rid of that gawd awful industrial packaging smell that was on cushion from Costco.
Speckles didnt seem to mind it but gawd it stunk huge to me.
Oh almost forgot, Poor Furball, no matter how brave he is, he just can’t catch a break!
So we on mainfloor, Furball is on in custom scratching thingy as Speckles walks by towards me.
Furball does’t move away, doesn’t run, doesn’t panic
And just as Speckle passes him
WHACK, dog tail to the face!
(Speckles tail was going crazy as she came to me and didn’t see Furball leaning in to sniff)
And there goes that orange streak again!!! LOL
Sept 11, 2011
Sept 11, 2011
So Got Told I Have a Foster Dog Coming To Me
Today Gentle Jacks Coonhound Rescue called me to let me know they have a dog for me to take care of.
My first Foster animal
After 3 years of bothering the local SPCA about being a foster home for puppies or mature dogs and never getting called (except for the odd “can you take a cat in” call, even though they knew the answer and reasoning for answer on that) I finally found a place that wants to use me as a foster home.
First pooch is a female coonhound named Speckles.
Appearently she was the pet of a elderly lady in Ohio who fed her table scraps and didn’t exercise her often, if at all.
Poor Speckles exploded to 110 lbs (I’m told her preferred weight is around 60-70 lbs).
Unfortunately the elderly lady passed away and Speckles found herself homeless and alone and on the street until she was rescued.
I’m told she very friendly and very good around all people and animals and just needs a steady place to stay at and be taken care of till we can get her healthy and find her a forever home of her own.
LOL, if you read my “Rascal and Me” posts, you know Rascal is also on a Diet so guess now I can have 2 animals dragging their empty food dishes to the base of my staircase as a reminder they want more food, more often! LOL.
Anyhow, quite excited about this. I’m a sucker for animals it seems and got the time and space to take care of some in need. And luckly Furball absolutely loves all other animals and Rascal has never shown any aggression to any other animal out side of other felines. Even Racoons and Skunks come right up to my patio glass doors and Rascal and Furball just stand there looking out and chatting with them. Its when the neighbors cat shows up that I hear all hell breaking loose! Maybe with Speckles here that cat will not come around so often now.
I’m going to be adding a Foster Animal section to my blog here in the upcoming future where ill put updates and photos of any animals in my care but for now, here is 3 photos of Speckle that were sent to me regarding her.
Sept 23, 2011
A Good Bye Letter From Your Puppy
Would I still be at home if I had been housebroken? Rubbing my nose in what I did only made me ashamed that I had to go at all. There are books and obedience teachers that would have taught you how to teach me to go to the door.
Would I still be at home if I hadn’t brought fleas into the house? Without anti-flea medicine, I couldn’t get them off of me after you left me in the yard for days.
Would I still be at home if I hadn’t barked? I was only saying, “I’m scared, I’m lonely, I’m here, I’m here! I want to be your best friend.”
Would I still be at home if I had made you happy? Hitting me didn’t make me learn how.
Would I still be at home if you had taken the time to care for me and to teach manners to me? You didn’t pay attention to me after the first week or so, but I spent all my time waiting for you to love me. I died today.
Saw this posted today on Facebook from Coonhound Rescue and it kinda hits home in a depressing way!
I often talk about euthanaisia and Kill Shelters and how Im against them but this sad little letter really does say it all
I died today:
You got tired of me and took me to the shelter.
They were overcrowded and I drew an unlucky number.
I am in a black plastic bag in a landfill now.
Some other puppy will get the barely used leash you left. My collar was dirty and too small, but the lady took it off before she sent me to the Rainbow Bridge .
Would I still be at home if I hadn’t chewed your shoe? I didn’t know what it was, but it was leather, and it was on the floor. I was just playing. You forgot to get puppy toys.
Would I still be at home if I had been housebroken? Rubbing my nose in what I did only made me ashamed that I had to go at all. There are books and obedience teachers that would have taught you how to teach me to go to the door.
Would I still be at home if I hadn’t brought fleas into the house? Without anti-flea medicine, I couldn’t get them off of me after you left me in the yard for days.
Would I still be at home if I hadn’t barked? I was only saying, “I’m scared, I’m lonely, I’m here, I’m here! I want to be your best friend.”
Would I still be at home if I had made you happy? Hitting me didn’t make me learn how.
Would I still be at home if you had taken the time to care for me and to teach manners to me? You didn’t pay attention to me after the first week or so, but I spent all my time waiting for you to love me. I died today.
Love, Your Puppy …
Please remember all, and tell everyone you know.
If for some reason you can’t give you’r pet the home they deserve
Please turn it into a no kill shelter
So it has a proper chance to find a home where it will be loved and welcomed and live out a full and happy life.
Their life truely does depend on this minor option of spending 10 minutes finding a no kill rescue shelter in your area.
Thank you,
Sept 2, 2011
Amazing Video, You Will Not Beleive Your Eyes
For those people out there that dont think Animals think and care about people and one another and they just mindless furballs looking for food and attention!
I have video proff of an AMAZING story of disgusting human behavior (or at least uncareing) and how amazingly giving a dog can be.
You will not beleive your eyes but this is must see for everyone.
June 23, 2011
Animal Euthanasia, Plus Good Bye Spirit, Hello Furball
So every day its the same routine.
Anyone want a 4.5 lbs orange furball?
So I usually sleep from 6am-7am to 2 pm and have for as long as Ive had my cats!
So I’m sitting at computer and up comes this white fluff ball leaping into my arms and pressing against my chest purring away happily and I can’t help think of how time have changed.
It Wasn't Me, It Wasn't Me, It Was The Dog
So last night we had a little routine right out of some low brow comedy movie!
Tried to upload this video but to big for site so please follow link for short 2 minute video on how Rascal manages to make every hockey game exciting!
Enjoy
So I had written up this whole post for today on a political debate raging in Toronto over the Mayor choosing to not attend a freaking gay rights celebration parade and spend time with his kids when I came across this article Animal Shelters Euthanasia, whose fault is it and suddenly a bunch of cry babies whining about a mayor they openly bash and insult not attending their precious little gathering didn’t seem so interesting and not remotely as important!
I was talking with my Neighbor, his wife, and their elderly parents other day about dogs and shelters and how someone should always adopt from a Rescue organization when Sherry (neighbors wife) spoke up saying “or a certified breeder because sometimes people want specific breeds and they need to be breed for them”, it was that point that I disagreed vehemently with her.
I could care less what someone wants when millions of dogs and cats, GOOD, LOVING, LOYAL TO A FAULT dogs and cats are put to death every year in North America via humane Euthanasia. And with a little effort (Were talking very minimal effort, couple calls, more then likely that specific breed of dog or cat, or a cross breed containing the breed your interested in anyways, can be found in any number of kill or no kill shelters through out Canada and the United States. Good loving dogs and cats that want desperately to adopted and just loved. Not beaten for for barking. Not kicked for meowing, animals that never had a chance in this world who find themselves on a display case for kids and others to ohhhh and ahhhhh and look for the cutest one that can summon the energy to put on a show for you that day.
I was going to save the following 2 stories for ”Rascal and Me” updates over next 2 weeks but it seems to fit here today!
One of the darkest days in my life that I still, to this day look back and shiver in regret and guilt is…
Spirit my first cat. Spirit was 110% loyal to me, she was my cat. It didn’t matter where I went in my 2 different Apartments and my townhouse after that, Spirit was by my side. Spirit HATED PEOPLE (females more then anyone else) but loved me unconditionally and when I brought my new girlfreind (at that time) and her 6 year old daughter over, Spirit stiff legged and slightly groaning in objection stood there while Stephanie (the daughter) petted her softly, all the while looking at me waiting for the ok to leave. When I did say “ok Spirit” she ran off not to be seen again until it was just Spirit and me.
Some might be thinking now, Well this guys a crazy man, hes talking like the animal is human. No Spirit was not human, she was however a intelligent creature capable of loyalty, compassion, and empathy, and love like all animals out there when treated right!
Sadly as I said in other post, I was not prepared for a pet, my life style was not conductive to caring for a pet and Spirit would find herself alone for days before id come home! Oh she was always fed and litter was changed but beyond that I was 20 something and living my life! And yet Spirit remained loyal to me. When a problem Roommate started writing blank cheques that I ended up having to cover, Spirit sensed the frustration and aggravation in me and one day, despite having literally grown up her entire life on my water bed, with out so much as a single puncture. As a kitten I would take off the sheets and she would chase the air bubbles around for hours on end. Despite there bing 4 different Water beds in the townhouse! Spirit one day, just hours after a full on yell and screaming argument between me and problem roommate, jumped up, wandered over to Troys and only Troys water bed, extended claws and proceeded to walk up and down his water bed leaving 100s if not 1000s of tiny little puncture marks in his water mattress. She jumped off, went upstairs to my room and curled up on my water bed to sleep!
Troy was not happy and long story short, I agreed to get rid of Spirit and he agreed to pay his back rent minus the cost of a water mattress. that was ONE OF THE BIGGEST MISTAKES OF MY LIFE and the one I regret the most. I took Spirit to the local SPCA (I had no idea they were a kill shelter, I had no idea there were non kill organizations available as options, I just didn’t know back then),I paid the then $20.00 fee to turn a pet in. The entire trip there Spirit sat on the bench seat of my truck looking at me with pleading eyes. When I brought her in the staff informed me she was ill as I had never gotten her all the shots and care she so desperately needed. I simply didn’t know back then. And as I left she whined and cried to not be left there as my heart was literally ripped out of my chest.
For years I told myself she was a adopted but deep down I knew being sick and being MY CAT (as I mentioned above, she really didn’t have much use for anyone else once she was a 1 year old and beyond.) that was unlikely and as I learned more and more and more about how the SPCA works it became obvious to me I had paid to have her put down, alone, terrified, confused to as what she had done to end up here.
It would be almost 15 years before I entertained thoughts of another pet and this time I would be the owner the pet deserved.
My mother suggested a Pet Store originally but this time I had done my homework, pet stores utilize “illegal breeders” who cage females and impregnate them time after time after time until they are barren and useless to them and they are put down, usually in horrific inhumane styles and ways. The dogs and cats at your average pet store are disease ridden, could be born with defects you will never know about till years later when suddenly your paying 10s and even 100s of thousands of dollars to save your ”family member”. NEVER buy from a pet store. Some pet stores volunteer space for rescue organizations to showcase their animals, those are the ones you want, or just go to the local SPCA because those cute little kittens days are numbered there. At least at the no kill shelter they not being put to death next week. If your looking for a dog, visit the local pound cause they even faster to use the euthanasia card then the SPCA is.
No, we went to the local Pet Smart who had a showcase room they gave out to rotating no kill rescue agencies free of charge. I tried to find the Barrie SPCA but was unable to so this was the back up plan.
We entered the cat room and started to look at the cats ranging from 6 months (Furball) to 4 years old. So I looked at the cats and I came across this scrawny kitten looking at me. Begging me to take it home. I put my finger towards the cage and this little paw stretched out to rest on my finger while this little orange furball just looked at me and cried (Im not joking, he was visably crying). The cages were locked so I could pick him up and there seemed to be no attendant working. So I went looking for someone that could open the cage while my mother stayed there and apparently Furball gave her the same sappy treatment begging to be adopted.
Finally it was found out the worker who had been there had just up and left so they had to call the agency to get a new volunteer to come down.
While I waited Furball sat in his cage just staring at me crying.
I drove mom home and came back to wait and for the next hour Furballs eyes never left me, he knew he was coming to a home and it was almost like he was scared if he looked away id disappear!
Eventually a worker came and the minute I was able to lift Furball up he started to purr and just force himself against my chest. We did the paper work and I paid the fee and home we went. Like Spirit so many years before him, he didn’t leave my side and trusted me unconditionally!
The crying? Well turns out Furball had feline herpes virus and it was effecting his eye ducts so the crying the week before was because of that, but at that moment in time it was the deal maker. I picked up his meds, which was 8 eye drops a day in his eyes and he trusted me completely. He just stood there while I dropped the drops in! I don’t know if anyone out there ever tried to give cats eye drops normally, its a exercise in frustration normally. With Furball he just accepted and purred. And hes never stopped purring since!
The reason I tell these stories (and don’t worry, the happy cheerful fun stories return next week) is to showcase these animals are not just pets. They understand whats going on, they want to be apart of your family and these are the animals you find in Shelters through out North America. Damaged animals that still somehow retain the ability to love, connect, and enhance peoples lives if given the chance. But they need to be given the chance.
So the next time you hear someone talking about breeders or pet stores, send them to the local shelter, the local pound, the local rescue organization. As much as I truly hate seeing any animal suffer, if you do business with breeders and pet stores, you ensure they continue the cycle and continue to stock their supplies!
FEED ME, Part 2
So here we are a while later,
Rascal the cat is now 21 lbs and still not called a fat or obese cat,
Just a big thick cat who likes to eat.
Rascal the cat is now 21 lbs and still not called a fat or obese cat,
Just a big thick cat who likes to eat.
So the routine has changed since the last round,
Furball has again been losing some weight so had to add in a 5th feeding time.
Of course Rascal thought this was just a great idea
Until he found out his portion size decreased slightly
He wasn’t to thrilled about that little bit of reality.
Furball has again been losing some weight so had to add in a 5th feeding time.
Of course Rascal thought this was just a great idea
Until he found out his portion size decreased slightly
He wasn’t to thrilled about that little bit of reality.
So anyways the new feedings are 9am, 12 noon, 5 pm, 9 pm, 12-1 am (just before bedtime)
So Rascal gets the same amount of wet food but spread over 4 servings rather then the previous 3 servings
And then gets a serving of dry cat food at the end of day
And then gets a serving of dry cat food at the end of day
Now Furball’s stomach has become more delicate and any mixing of dry and wet food will result in him throwing it all up.
So now when I give the final serving of food I sit and wait with them to ensure Furball doesn’t eat any of Rascals dry food.
So now when I give the final serving of food I sit and wait with them to ensure Furball doesn’t eat any of Rascals dry food.
So this day they get their food
Furball eats his and wanders off now use to this routine
Rascal eats all but about 10-15 peices of kibble and also wanders off
I pick up Rascals dish to put the left over kibble back in sealed container where Furball cant get at
Furball eats his and wanders off now use to this routine
Rascal eats all but about 10-15 peices of kibble and also wanders off
I pick up Rascals dish to put the left over kibble back in sealed container where Furball cant get at
And wouldn’t you know it
Soon as Mister Hungry hears the food container hes back stretched out to the top of the dish washer pawing at the container and meowing non stop for more food.
I’m looking at him weirdly going
“YOU JUST ATE, this is your left overs!!!!”
“YOU JUST ATE, this is your left overs!!!!”
But that didn’t matter to him, he heard the food container and was now ready for servings 2-3-4-5
LOL, needless to say he went to sleep disappointed but gezzzzzzz
FEED ME, Part 1
So every day its the same routine.
Cats meals are at 3pm, 7pm, 11pm, and 3am
Unless your Rascal and hungry it seems!
I wake up between 2:30 pm and 3 pm each day.
Rascal knows this.
Most days you can find Rascal snuggled tightly between my arm and chest, snoozing and purring away!
BUT NOT TODAY!
No, today Rascal decided he was hungry before feeding time
2pm
Rascal enters bathroom
Jumps into Tub for greater audible effects
MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
Me: SHUT UP! as I roll over and try to go back to sleep
2:10pm
Rascal enters bathroom
Jumps into Tub for greater audible effects
MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
Me: SHUT UP! as I roll over and try to go back to sleep
2:25pm
I feel Rascal jump onto bed
I think to self “perfect, hes going to shut up and just snuggle up, maybe I can get some sleep now”
Feel Rascal bump and rub his forehead against my chin
“Would you stop, let me sleep cat, shesh!”
Feel Rascal do his circle on bed that he does before he lays somewhere
and then out of no where
MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
*sighs*
Ok now I’m up
Get dressed, look at clock, walk downstairs for coffee and there is Rascal sitting beside his food dish waiting expectantly!
“Forget it cat, your still not getting fed till 3pm and if you pull that again I’m throwing you in Speckles Crate for the night!”
Didn’t hear a peep from Rascal for the next 30 minutes
So Appears Rascal Likes to Be Written About.
Also called "Rascal get your damn paw out of my mouth!
Also called "Rascal get your damn paw out of my mouth!
So today Rascal was in a extra sucky mood and wanted to cuddle while I slept.
Wait thats not right
He wanted to cuddle and he wanted me to know he was cuddleing
So while I slept he walked up and head butted my jaw waking me up!!!
He proceeded to cuddle up and start purring loudly.
“OK fine, I can sleep like this” I said to myself as I closed eyes to drift off back to lala land
Only to wake up spitting his damn paw outta my mouth as he decided to place it there as I slept!
Having his paw removed from his prefered spot he stood up to once again cuddle and get comfortable meowing his displeasure of being woken up
HIS DISPLEASURE!!!!!!!!
So he twisted and turned and settles down with his head 2-3 inches from my face!
UGGGGG, Cat Breath!!!!!
So I pulled my comforter over my head so I didnt have to smell his cat breath on my face!
Well this really was not acceptable in any manner he proclaimed as he pawed at the comforter, trying to pull it back down.
Then he tried to find away to also get under the comforter, but I had a tight grasp on it and wouldnt let him
So unable to pull it back down and unable to crawl behind it, he took the only option he had left to him (in his opinion)
And he steped up and curled up on the comforter hiding my face.
Yes thats right, he sat directly on my face in protest to me hiding behind the comforter!
ARGGGGGGGG!
After that I just got up as was crystal clear he wasn’t going to leave me alone, no matter what I did!
I really need to buy that super soaker and carry it around with me from now on!
35 Degrees and Rascal is a Drama Queen
Been awhile since I posted here.
Life gets in the way I guess.
But that doesn’t stop Rascal from being, well Rascal!
So other day it was 35 degrees (that’s just under 100 degrees in America for you non metric cavemen and women, heh) and was sitting upstairs (so probably over 40 degrees as top floor of house gets hotter higher you go) at the computer when low and behold the Drama Queen known as Rascal comes slandering in.
He jumps on desk beside my computer desk
Looks at me and waits for me to look at him
meows once
and then falls over with a thud and weakly puts his legs in the air all limp, like he was dieing
I swear if he could speak, all I would have heard was
“Immmmmmmmm so hot, I’m dieing here, turn on the A/C, I’m melting, ohhhhhhh wooooo is me, my life is so hard, feel sorry for me”
It was just so rediculas its impossible to accurately describe how pathetic he managed to make himself look!
I WISH I had my camera handy to take a picture of him on his back with legs pointing upwards and all limp.
This Looks Like a Good Place To Lay Down
So Rascal has a habit.
Actually Rascal has allot of habits
But the one were talking about today is his insistence that he sit (or lay on) anything new brought into house!
Pail of Cat Litter?
Hes on it!
20 Lbs. bag of Cat food?
Hes on it!
Full bag of Groceries?
Hes on it!
Empty box brought into house?
Hes on it!
Doesn’t matter what it is, he must sit or lay on it to pass his approval inspection.
As my mother tells her friends, the only things he doesn’t lay on is the Dog and my Mother.
So I guess I shouldnt have been surprised when he pulled his latest move, but I was.
I go out and get mail.
Put new mail in a pile on table separate from other piles of bills and Tax Receipts.
Go upstairs to let dog out of crate (her seperation anxiety so bad that even me leaving to get mail at corner drives her crazy and more often then not results in a “mess” left for me. So in the Crate she goes, even if only 5 minutes) and bring downstairs to go outside.
And sure enough, there is Rascal, on the table (A place he knows full well hes not allowed on),
SITTING ON THE NEW MAIL PILE!
Not the tax receipts
not the old bills.
Hes separated and pounced on the NEW MAIL!
*shakes head*
LOL, sometimes FACT really is stranger then fiction.
Furball And The Vet, Part 1
Furball And The Vet, Part 1
Anyone want a 4.5 lbs orange furball?
Damn cat anyways!
So last two years Furball has been acting really weird when going to vet for yearly check up. He would coward in back of carry case and not want to come out. Till home. This cat HATES leaving his home, even when I'm with him every second of the ordeal!
So today was his yearly check up
I set alarm and wake up,
Feed cats
Let dog outside to do her bussiness
get cup of coffee
Let dog back inside and put her back in crate (cause of seperation anxiety she cant be left alone in house as she pees everywhere. Luckly inside crate she will not pee. Just howls)
Go downstairs and get cat carry case and bring to main floor
Get dressed
Call Furball
Call Furball
Call Furball
Look through out house for Furball
Call Furball
Call Furball
Call Furball
Look though out house for Furball
get cat treats and shake bag
Rascal comes a running
Give Rascal treats
Call Furball
Call Furball
Call Furball
Look through out house for Furball
Sit and drink now cooled off coffee
Call Furball
Call Furball
Call Furball
Look through out house for Furball
I set alarm and wake up,
Feed cats
Let dog outside to do her bussiness
get cup of coffee
Let dog back inside and put her back in crate (cause of seperation anxiety she cant be left alone in house as she pees everywhere. Luckly inside crate she will not pee. Just howls)
Go downstairs and get cat carry case and bring to main floor
Get dressed
Call Furball
Call Furball
Call Furball
Look through out house for Furball
Call Furball
Call Furball
Call Furball
Look though out house for Furball
get cat treats and shake bag
Rascal comes a running
Give Rascal treats
Call Furball
Call Furball
Call Furball
Look through out house for Furball
Sit and drink now cooled off coffee
Call Furball
Call Furball
Call Furball
Look through out house for Furball
Sigh and call vet and tell them we have a problem, I cant find my cat!
Vet laughs and reschedules appointment for Thursday!
About 10 minutes after his appointment time, Furball emerges like nothing at all had happened and he ddoesn'tunderstand what the fuss is all about.
STUPID CAT
or really really really smart!
or really really really smart!
You decide!
If Only I Could Get Away With Behaving Like Rascal
So I usually sleep from 6am-7am to 2 pm and have for as long as Ive had my cats!
They both know the routine and for the most part have adapted to it quite nicely!
Well unless you’re name is Rascal andyou have decided you did not get your standard quota of attention the past day!
So there I am snoozing away peacefully when suddenly, at 10 am, I feel …
*whack*
*whack*
*whack*
against my jaw.
I open my eyes to see Rascal sitting up smacking me with his paw repeatably.
What the hell Rascal, I’m sleeping!!” I say to him rather annoyed.
But instead of running away like is normal proceedure for my cats when they do stuff like this, I suddenly hear
*purr*
*purrr*
*purrr*
as he rubs up against my hand trying to coax it into petting him
I roll my eyes at his rather obvious attempt to get attention on his own terms and roll to my other side and try to go back to sleep
YOU WOULD THINK I WOULD HAVE LEARNED BY THIS TIME!!!!
No sooner had I fallen asleep (I think) when my nose is struck lightly, but solidly, multiple times
I open my eyes again rather annoyed to see this 20 lbs white terror ram butting my nose straight on with his forehead!
WHAT THE HELL CAT, I’M TRYING TO SLEEP!
This time he did run away soon as I spoke
Minutes later I hear
*CRASH*
as he proceeds to knock anything and everything he can reach off the bathroom sink counter to the floor.
Admitting I was defeated I got up and called him over and gave him 10 minutes of attention, much to his delight!
Of course, upon seeing Rascal get attention, Speckles (who is in her crate in my bedroom watching all this go down) starts to pound the sides of the cratewith her tail and whimper non stop until she also gets attentions and a good rub down.
NEXT TIME, I’M GETTING A PET ROCK!
Least I’d be allowed to sleep!
My How Times Have Changed
So I’m sitting at computer and up comes this white fluff ball leaping into my arms and pressing against my chest purring away happily and I can’t help think of how time have changed.
Just some years ago when I brought Rascal home he HATE HATE HATED to be held.
I would p[ick him up and he would moan and squirm and try everything short of clawing and biting to get away from me.
Oh he loved sitting in a lap, he just hated to be held
And of course that made me want to hold him all the more!! heh
About 6 months after I got him he would try a new routine
I would pick him up and you would hear a loud and recognizable *SIGH IN FRUSTRATION* and then go completely limp like he didn’t have a single bone in his body!
Just dead weight that could easily slide right out of your hands and arms if you were not careful
Oh now he loves for me to pick him up and hold him and pet him
As I said, its not uncommon to see him climb or jump up to my chest, drape his paws over my right shoulder, and just purr away till I remove him
But its definitely a LEARNED ACTION, and wasn’t always the case!
It Wasn't Me, It Wasn't Me, It Was The Dog
So last night we had a little routine right out of some low brow comedy movie!
Im sitting there watching TV when all of a sudden I smelt the worst smelling sewage smell you could imagine!
I look at Rascal whose laying half on my leg and half on the sofa and say “OMG Rascal, did you fart?”
Rascal looks at me and you literally can see the indignation of being accused written all over his face and he replies with a VERY VOCAL
“merow, meow, merow, merow, merow, merow, merow, meow*
And he looks at Speckles laying curled up in corner on her cushion.
I say “Speckles was that you that farted”
Speckles looks up, sniffs air, and gets this look of utter dismay on her face and immediately shoves her nose into the cushion and puts her paw over the remaining portion of snoot in objection to the smell!
(damn I wish I had a picture as words truely dont fully explain her reaction to this stink)
At which point I look back at Rascal and say “She says she didn’t do it and objects to you blaming her!”
Well Rascal gets this totally undignified look on face and sends a barrage of meows directed at me and storms off mad
(I’m not making any of this up BTW, these critters have full blown personalities of their own and over time you learn to recognize and understand what they saying and meaning)
And as Rascal leaves I see it.
BIG WET STINKY FART CIRCLE ON SOFA WHERE HE HAD BEEN SITTING!
That’s it, no more canned cat food for you
30 minutes later I had finished cleaning up and disinfecting and desmelling the basement!
The entire sequence of events was just to funny and Rascal really was trying to blame the dog for it!
LOL
Rascal and The Puck
Aka: Rascal Love Hockey
Aka: Rascal Love Hockey
Tried to upload this video but to big for site so please follow link for short 2 minute video on how Rascal manages to make every hockey game exciting!
Well every game but the Canucks or the Leafs, even Rascal will not sit and watch those games
Enjoy
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