The Cat Has Nine Lives

     This saying refers to a cat's ability to survive things that are severe enough to kill him. 

Cat Got Your Tongue?

     When someone asks you, "Cat got your tongue?" they are asking  you why you are not saying anything.  Perhaps you should respond to them.

A Scaredy Cat

     A "scaredy cat" is someone who is frightened when there is no reason to be.  I would venture to say that if you live in the United States, you have heard the phrase. You have probably heard it more than once. It is especially used by children.  "Don't be such a scaredy cat!"

Upcoming in future weeks, I will be contemplating more cat phrases.

The cat has certainly left his mark on our daily use of language!

It's a Hard Life

      He was a regular cat who came to eat.  He was a bully with others stepping aside giving him dominance.  The big long haired light grey male cat got the name Fuzzy Wuzzy.  I gave it to him.  I always said it was because beneath his tough exterior there was a fuzzy little bear trying to get out.  I always wanted to rub him and show him love.  I never ever dreamed I would someday be able to rub him.                                                                                  
     Elephants go to a place where elephants go to die.  Do other animals do it too?  I think maybe so.  I think I have seen it.                            
     For a cat to live to get old as a stray is a mystery in itself.  It is such a hard life for a stray cat.  There was the cat Rags.  I felt he came here to die.  But after a few days he disappeared.  There was the cat Buddy.  He lay in a rocking chair on the front porch in his later days.  He soon disappeared.  I saw others come that I figured would surely die.  If they died here, I would bury them.  But they disappeared.  I assumed they crawled off to die.  But Fuzzy Wuzzy was different.  He came and stayed.  On that day, July 15, 2013, I found him dead.  In the path that cats made crawling underneath the fence to enter the patio area, there lay a motionless Fuzzy Wuzzy.                         
     In those days leading up to his death, he kept eating.  His body was so skinny.  He cried loud when I brought the food out.  I reached out my hands and to my surprise, he allowed me to rub him.  I wondered if human hands had ever touched him before.  He stayed in the area out back during the day.  He seldom left the patio area.  He did though on the day of his death.  He crawled only a few inches outside the area.  But there he was dead at a place he called home.  He was laid to rest under the pear tree close to the very spot where he took his last breath.  The place we call our pet cemetery.                                                                                                                             
     Every living creature on earth will die eventually.  Modern man  has tried to change this.  But as we well know, there has been no success at it.  It is said man has a purpose on earth.  Can this not be said of the cat or other animals?  It is true the cat brain can not compare to the human.  But the cat has to be a thinker.  He knows when to eat, sleep, etc. He too has to have purpose or what reason would God have had to create him?  I figure Fuzzy Wuzzy had a purpose.  I didn't get to know of him until there at the end.  But like all strays out there that come on my patio for food, I gain a bit of love and respect.  To many people they may be just animals.  To me, I don't find it so.  They are little creatures of God with love to give.  I am almost certain Fuzzy Wuzzy left his mark in this world.  As the male dominant cat of the colony, he is almost certain to have left little Fuzzy Wuzzy's behind.                                                                    

Cats! Cats! Cats!  More cat stories and such to come.

Technical Dificulties

Due to Technical Difficulties, I have been unable to post on my blogs for the past two weeks.  Posting will begin again next week. 

Tobias Finds a New Home

            It was a hard decision to make, but Tobias had to go.  A cat especially sought to find by his owner, he was bought at a Pet Store in a surrounding town.  The drive was no problem as many Pet Stores were called in search of that special white cat.  The cat’s name was chosen before he was already purchased.  Home he was brought to live with three female spayed cats.  Himself neutered was seen as no problem to his fitting in.  But constantly he fought with one of the females.  She was separated and lived in a small room by herself.  Tobias dominated the area with the other two cats.  They were allowed free run of the house.  The one cat separated seemed to adapt to her limited space.  The owners hated doing this, but could not see any other solution.  They did not want to get rid of Tobias.  They did not want to get rid of any of their cats that they had grown to love.  Well, not until new baby came along.

            Even I could sense some change with Tobias when I visited.  He stayed close to the baby.  At first it was believed he liked the baby.  But was he just checking things out?  His personality was changing.  He fought more and more with now the other two cats.  And if the cat limited to space and kept up got out, Tobias attacked.  It was a scary day when the baby was in the arms of her Dad that Tobias charged after one of the cats.  In line of his attack was that baby in the arms of her Dad.  Tobias just missed the baby.  This incident was one of many.  It made the parents leery of their cat Tobias.

            Reviewing their options, there was releasing him outside.  Btu having always been an indoor cat made them wonder if he could survive outside.  This was definitely out!  There was the taking him to a shelter.  But there were no guarantees against him being put to sleep.  This was definitely not a solution.  The best solution was to find him a home.  It was kind of like knowledge that most people did not want a grown cat.  Tobias was a good six years old.  But the search was on for a new owner.  Surely someone would want him.  First come contact with friends.  And lo and behold, a person stepped forward immediately.

            “I’ll try to take Tobias,” said Angela.  “I have a male cat already.  If he can get along with him, I will keep him.”

            Off Tobias went to what everyone hoped would be his new home.  First, Tobias found a hiding place.  But slowly he began to come out.  There was never any fighting among the two cats.  It was as if they had been together forever.  Occasionally a telephone call to the friend brought good news.  The family loved Tobias.  And their cat apparently did so as well.

            The moral of the story is:  There’s always the possibility of placing a cat in a loving home if keeping him creates a problem for the original owner.  Give Tobias up was hard.  And it is with any cat who has become a member of your family.  But sometimes it is better to let them go if he/she can be happier somewhere else.  Tobias has a new family and is very happy.  His original owners took the time to search and found that “Perfect Home.”