A kitty's message

"Jo Firey" wrote in message
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"meeee" wrote in message
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Aaah how lovely!! After somecat in another newsgroup told her about
waterbeds, Jasmine (or someone but I suspect her) has taken to peeing on
my bed. *sigh* the peace never lasts for long around here. I wish I had a
masseur; mine massage but with claws attached, so you end up like a
pulverised pin cushion...it's very thoughtful of them, I know, I'm an
ungrateful meowmie
Speaking of security guys, my Congo is getting bigger and bigger, as in
heavy and muscly, not fat...I must start feeding them cheap dry food or
something But seriously, he is huuuge...the boys just hit 1 year so
the Battle For Supremacy is on, and stuff is getting broken!! So far a
screen door, several fly screens, some plates....help!! And he's trying
to intimidate all the others...I thought spaying was supposed to calm
them down, not turn them into the furry equivalent of Godzilla!



Neutering may keep them home and out of fights, but boys will still be
boys and the girls a just about as wild.

Jo


Lol true...Jasmine's gone all kittenish on me since neutering, I found her
trying to frolic yesterday...very disturbing!! And she gets seriously hissed
off at me for thwarting her attempts to escape into the Great Outdoors and
takes it out on the nearest of her sons! I wish they'd all go and get fat
and complacent or something...

"Lesley" wrote in message
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Baha via CatKB.com wrote:
They are wonderful little nurses, aren't they?

Most of the time. Tasha, a friend of mine once had the worst flu going
and as she was lying there her cat stayed with her. Then she heard the
cat leave the room and she settled down for some sleep

Woke up to find the cat had carefully placed a disembowelled bird on
her pillow!

All almost as if the cat was providing her with extra food to keep her
strenght up!


Boyfie always does this for me. He will place any prey he's caught - that
Kitty doesn't want - exactly in the place that I am sure to step on it in
the morning, just near my kettle, so I can't miss it.
I like to think he's providing me with breakfast. I always praise him for
it "oh, what a delicious mowsie, rattie or birdie.." whilst trying to put it
in the garbage without him noticing that I haven't actually eaten it.

Tweed

Takayuki wrote:
I think that there's something very special about a cat's touch. We
know that petting a cat has been shown to reduce stress and calm the
heart. But I also discovered that touching a cat can impart an
impression that will stay with you for a long time.

Since Betty died over six months ago, the only thing about her that I
could recall clearly was her limp and lifeless little body, and I
obsessed over the idea of rejoining her somehow.

Betty's last day was the last time I touched any cat, for many months.
But on Thanksgiving, I was invited to a friend's new house for dinner,
and there I ran into their new cat.

He was a small, sleek cat, with a jet black coat that shimmers in that
way that's always so hard to do justice to in pictures. He was so
curious. I asked his hoomins how old he was. It turned out that he
was just an adolescent, having been born around the same time that
Betty died.

The kitty naturally came to sniff and examine me and rub my ankles.
When I reached out and scritched his ears, I remembered scritching
Betty's ears. When I scritched his tail, he grabbed my hand playfully
and rolled around. And I remembered scritching Betty's tail and
playing with her.

After that, I regained full recall of the times I cuddled and played
with Betty. The kitty's touch seemed to heal something inside me.
But I noticed later that it wasn't just that a memory block was
removed, but I had also received something new. I could now feel many
of these events from Betty's point of view. I curled up asleep and
content in a warm lap. I meowed and greeted daddy when he came back
from the store. I chased determinedly after the cat dancer even when
it darted out of sight behind the sofa.

Betty is gone. But I was finally given her memories.

I'm so very relieved to hear that. We've been so worried about you, Tak!
Lots and lots of hugs and purrs for you,
Polonca and Soncek

wrote:

Takayuki wrote:

When I reached out and scritched his ears, I remembered scritching
Betty's ears. When I scritched his tail, he grabbed my hand playfully
and rolled around. And I remembered scritching Betty's tail and
playing with her.

After that, I regained full recall of the times I cuddled and played
with Betty. The kitty's touch seemed to heal something inside me.
But I noticed later that it wasn't just that a memory block was
removed, but I had also received something new. I could now feel many
of these events from Betty's point of view. I curled up asleep and
content in a warm lap. I meowed and greeted daddy when he came back
from the store. I chased determinedly after the cat dancer even when
it darted out of sight behind the sofa.

Betty is gone. But I was finally given her memories.

This is beautiful, Tak - a lovely post. I'm really glad you've had this
experience. It's wonderful that you got the happy memories of Betty back
again.

Cats certainly are healing. When I was in my 20s, my father sent a
wonderful cat to the animal shelter, where she was euthanized before I
could go get her out of there. I was devastated. But then, about a week
later, I visited my family, and stayed overnight one night. The cat
who had been sent away had had 3 kittens, now about 8 or 10 weeks old.
When I was lying in bed that night, the three of them slept on top of
my chest. All of them were meatloafing, in a little half-circle facing
my head, and purring their little heads off. It was almost a mystical
experience! Definitely helped me heal from the sad death of their mother.

My friend's mother just lost her husband over the weekend. While he was
dying (at home), her two cats were glued to his side. And now that he is
gone, those cats are nursing her, and my friend says that they are a
tremendous comfort to her mom right now.

Yep, cats are healing.

Joyce

I'm glad the kittens helped you and that the cats are helping your
friend's mother now,
Polonca and Soncek

Takayuki wrote:

I think that there's something very special about a cat's touch. We
know that petting a cat has been shown to reduce stress and calm the
heart. But I also discovered that touching a cat can impart an
impression that will stay with you for a long time.

Since Betty died over six months ago, the only thing about her that I
could recall clearly was her limp and lifeless little body, and I
obsessed over the idea of rejoining her somehow.

Betty's last day was the last time I touched any cat, for many months.
But on Thanksgiving, I was invited to a friend's new house for dinner,
and there I ran into their new cat.

He was a small, sleek cat, with a jet black coat that shimmers in that
way that's always so hard to do justice to in pictures. He was so
curious. I asked his hoomins how old he was. It turned out that he
was just an adolescent, having been born around the same time that
Betty died.

The kitty naturally came to sniff and examine me and rub my ankles.
When I reached out and scritched his ears, I remembered scritching
Betty's ears. When I scritched his tail, he grabbed my hand playfully
and rolled around. And I remembered scritching Betty's tail and
playing with her.

After that, I regained full recall of the times I cuddled and played
with Betty. The kitty's touch seemed to heal something inside me.
But I noticed later that it wasn't just that a memory block was
removed, but I had also received something new. I could now feel many
of these events from Betty's point of view. I curled up asleep and
content in a warm lap. I meowed and greeted daddy when he came back
from the store. I chased determinedly after the cat dancer even when
it darted out of sight behind the sofa.

Betty is gone. But I was finally given her memories.


Tak, that was beautifully put. I hope that one day you will find
another little kitty who needs you to need him/her.

- Denise
owned, manipulated, folded, spindled and mutilated by Brenna (recently
the *very* feisty)