tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post399887246182761946..comments2024-01-05T21:35:15.199-08:00Comments on The Itty Bitty Kitty Committee: Look! YOU can adopt Anderson Cooper!!Laurie Cinottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04967147917848409974noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-53845115874784194322012-02-29T23:05:34.039-08:002012-02-29T23:05:34.039-08:00Really Anderson cooper is looking so beautiful. I ...Really Anderson cooper is looking so beautiful. I am impress with this stories. I am so glad that you share this article with us.printed bagshttp://www.hotline.co.uk/promotional_gifts/department/13-promotional_bags.htmnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-86441270069524612452011-11-29T01:03:54.370-08:002011-11-29T01:03:54.370-08:00Anderson Cooper is a very handsome.All the stories...Anderson Cooper is a very handsome.All the stories are very much inspiring me. Thanks for sharing this article with us!flv playerhttp://www.arcsoft.com/topics/media-player/flv-player.htmlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-42412018583638441612011-03-01T12:04:49.906-08:002011-03-01T12:04:49.906-08:00Anderson isn't listed ... must mean that he wa...Anderson isn't listed ... must mean that he was adopted !!!JChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13434534658681194289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-57401545574333575192011-02-28T10:50:52.821-08:002011-02-28T10:50:52.821-08:00Musing ... you know, I've always wanted a silv...Musing ... you know, I've always wanted a silver fox ... Oh, looks like Anderson has been adopted. It's for the best; my cat is firmly of the belief that we are a one pet household. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-71777160213397695772011-02-25T22:22:11.114-08:002011-02-25T22:22:11.114-08:00Willy Nilly, the tuxedo boy love of my life, provi...Willy Nilly, the tuxedo boy love of my life, provided us with 17 years of entertainment. He and his 4 siblings had been orphaned and were being hand-raised by their owner and her neighbors. <br /><br />The first time we met him he was standing in a pie plate of food, completely covered in it, looking like a punked-out, spiky meat loaf. That was Willy, no half-measures for him.<br /><br />He gave head bumps and purred so loudly at his vet until Dr. C. had to tap Will's nose with an alcohol dampened cotton ball to startle him into silence so he could hear his heartbeat. <br /><br />He made fly-bys, grabbing asparagus (his favorite), roasted red peppers and once, a chicken thigh off Uncle Tommy's plate. Whenever I sliced open a cantaloupe he cried pitiably until I gave him several pieces.<br /><br />There was the memorable winter Sunday morning (6:30 to be exact) when we were getting ready to go someplace and discovered Will had ingested the string from the bag of litter. Before taking him to the ER, Ron fed the other four kitties, giving Spot his medicine and keeping Willy away from food and drink. Except Willy ate Spot's food, then threw up in my shoe.<br /><br />Will threw up a lot. Every single time he rode in the car, for 17 years. He peed and pooped and cried, too. It was horribly traumatic for both of us.<br /><br />Then there was the time all five kitties were in the car with me and the engine caught fire. I was taking them in for their yearly check-up, driving a rental while my car was in the shop. I had to leave the cats and the car at the side of the road, because my phone jack didn't fit the rental's cigarette lighter. I was practically hysterical, walking away from a carful of freaked-out cats (my babies, let's face it). <br /><br />I called Ron, who had to get another car, since his was a sports car that couldn't accommodate four carriers, AND deal with a semi-hysterical wife. And when it was all over and we came back to get the rental, we found it'd been towed, because I'd parked it in a merge-onto-the-freeway lane. <br /><br />We laugh like crazy about it now, since it was over 20 years ago. Thank God for perspective, eh?Lyndahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03788610902096354682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-62827625208662113562011-02-24T23:12:02.042-08:002011-02-24T23:12:02.042-08:00The most recent good story is of our second oldest...The most recent good story is of our second oldest kitty's escape. We don't let our cats go outside unless on a leash, but we do have a big screened porch for them to lounge in. The screen material is supposedly indestructible, even to dogs and cats.<br /><br />Well, only 6 months after being built, a corner of one panel of screen gave way. We didn't know this until my husband was looking into the backyard one morning.<br /><br />Husband: "Hey, there's a cat in the yard that looks a lot like Sidonia. That's weird."<br /><br />...."Man, that cat really looks like Sid. Have you seen her around lately?"<br /><br />I was skeptical that it was her, but I looked, and sure enough, she was out there sniffing a tree. I approached her cautiously, not wanting to spook her. Because our cats don't go out onto the ground very often, I was worried she would freak out. Instead, she meowed happily and ambled on up to me like we were taking a stroll in the park.<br />I then wanted to get her inside, so I opened the door to the porch, hoping she'd follow me inside. She did, but she hopped back through the tear in the screen, like she'd been doing it for years!<br /><br />I'm just glad she didn't run away for good, nor that any of our other cats ran off!CrystalThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06185299850926160301noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-61816905702008943612011-02-24T19:38:48.980-08:002011-02-24T19:38:48.980-08:00Anderson Cooper is a very handsome. I like the pic...Anderson Cooper is a very handsome. I like the picture. I find reading your blog very interesting. All the stories are good and very touchy. Thanks for sharing all the stories.PPIhttp://www.1ppi.co.uk/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-74625018994452809032011-02-24T19:34:50.850-08:002011-02-24T19:34:50.850-08:00Since y'all have gone. . . I had to leave a lo...Since y'all have gone. . . I had to leave a lovely bluepoint Siamese mix, Mithril, with my parents when I moved. She often decided she wanted to go _out_ when we were eating lunch. She'd sit patiently by the back door, waiting for my Mom to open it. But Mithril could lost patience too. When she did, she'd approach my mom's chair and lift her paw to poke Mom. I swear Mithril extended only ONE claw and gently tapped Mom's behind. Got results every time.Marjoriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04590128250840110041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-39024084895081992592011-02-24T19:30:48.469-08:002011-02-24T19:30:48.469-08:00One summer day, I saw my brother's cat, a big ...One summer day, I saw my brother's cat, a big red tabby named Dunkin, sitting in front of a tree, looking puzzled. I came over to see a chipmunk a foot away and acting rather strangely: it ran around the tree a few times, stopped to chitter at Dunkin, shook its tail, ran around some more, chittered again, and then... Dunkin wandered off. I guess he'd had enough taunting! I swear, the chipmunk and I exchanged confused glances. I've adored chipmunks ever since.nainahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12070923452231455820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-63161326963781335832011-02-24T17:11:06.349-08:002011-02-24T17:11:06.349-08:00Sorry for posting again, but just to clarify: the ...Sorry for posting again, but just to clarify: the box was during the ride home from the shelter, as I didn't have my kitty carrier with me - so they put Lucy in a big cardboard box with holes. She, however, preferred to ride on my shoulder!Kate B.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-30458818934446225492011-02-24T17:00:43.137-08:002011-02-24T17:00:43.137-08:00I have to share another one, this one about my gir...I have to share another one, this one about my girl cat, Daltrey. When she first came to live with me, I had a dear friend as a roommate, whom Daltrey loved to pieces. My roomie would chase her around the house, then turn around so the kitty could chase HER for a little while. Daltrey would spend each night going between our rooms - spending part of the time snuggled under my roomie's blanket, and part of the time on top of me.<br /><br />Well, my dear roommate was visited by her family's dog - a sweet little golden Retriever named Femme. Femme had grown up around kitties and was very, very respectful of them - and she gave Daltrey a lot of room. Daltrey was not happy about this oversized intruder.<br /><br />One day, my roommate was playing with Femme - Femme would growl, and grab her sweatshirt, and my roommate would pull on the shirt, and they were generally having a good time wrestling. <br /><br />I noticed Daltrey watching the activities very closely. She seemed agitated - I presumed it was because of all the noise - until she found an opening, ran between Femme and my roommate, and started growling and hissing at Femme. Daltrey was trying to protect my roommate! <br /><br />Femme immediately stopped the play and looked genuinely confused about why Daltrey was so mad. <br /><br />I still remember her loyalty and her bravery to this day, my brave little princess.Darinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09192082001078547965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-15914224226214070382011-02-24T16:59:00.086-08:002011-02-24T16:59:00.086-08:00My first cat, Sophie, was a complete sweetheart. S...My first cat, Sophie, was a complete sweetheart. She would let me dress her up and carry her around in my doll stroller. In the evening, she would sleep cradled like a baby in my mom's arms while she watched TV.<br /><br />My second kitty, Cookie, would hide behind the stereo speaker next to the living room entrance and jump out at my mom when she walked through. We also had to make sure no hands or feet were sticking out of our beds at night or she would bite them.<br /><br />My third cat (current), Mina, was addicted to watching the Teletubbies when she was about 2 or 3. Her favorite was Dipsy.<br /><br />Finally, my fourth kitty (also current), Lucy, was a little Houdini as a baby. The day I brought her home from the shelter, she escaped from her box twice. And when we made her wear a kitten harness on the balcony, she managed to get out it. To this day, I still have no idea how she did that.Kate B.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-15824291603348144932011-02-24T15:26:29.211-08:002011-02-24T15:26:29.211-08:00I've had my tail-less tabby Boo for ten years ...I've had my tail-less tabby Boo for ten years now, so we've had a *lot* of funny times together. Here are a couple of my favorites.<br /><br />At one point I decided to see if I could train her to go into her cat-carrier on command, by calling her and tossing a treat in there. Worked like a charm - in no time at all, I could just go up to the carrier and call her, and she'd run right in. It never once failed...until the day I had to bring her to the vet. Years later, I'm still trying to figure out how she knew!<br /><br />When she was young, I had to give her a bath after she'd been sick and messed her fur, and a friend offered to help. We dunked her in the tub, washed her fur, and rinsed her with another dunk - all to the accompaniment of the most pathetic cries you can imagine. We were trying to decide whether she needed another rinse, and my friend said "What do you think, Boo, do you want to get dunked again?" and I swear, that cat immediately whined 'Nooooooooo!'Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-36463917868525271372011-02-24T06:48:33.270-08:002011-02-24T06:48:33.270-08:00@Rona, my cat Emma is similar. I was making full ...@Rona, my cat Emma is similar. I was making full length drapes (lined) and as I was pinning it, I looked to my right and saw her taking out each pin. She has this "thing" about something being stuck to something else. I was putting bumpers on the back of framed artwork just to see her pulling them back off. Bows are pulled off packages, and the "dot" on the pool table went missing. :) Love her to pieces!!!GDnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-53544425311809478732011-02-24T05:56:06.037-08:002011-02-24T05:56:06.037-08:00I have an off-topic question. How do you make you...I have an off-topic question. How do you make your vidoes using your pictures? What software? Settings? etc..... Thanks.GDnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-9512651754445723202011-02-23T20:00:05.968-08:002011-02-23T20:00:05.968-08:00Anonymous, your Demon sounds like quite a personal...Anonymous, your Demon sounds like quite a personality! Panda loves catching cicadas from our roof top patio (14 storeys up, not too many bugs make it), and bringing them into the apartment in his mouth. We call them his "vuvuzelas". The first time he brought one inside, I had no idea it was - it sounded like a broken sprinkler.Catherinenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-7366484274249564762011-02-23T18:07:13.690-08:002011-02-23T18:07:13.690-08:00In the summer of 1991,my boyfriend and I lived in ...In the summer of 1991,my boyfriend and I lived in a big,old house in rural Kentucky.Living with us was my black cat,Demon. I had raised him on bottle, and he thought I was HIS person,much to my boyfriend's dismay. During this particular hot humid summer,the area where we were living was experiencing a hatch of cicada(a large flying insect that makes a loud buzzing noise to attract mates)There were litterally thousands of them everywhere!You couldn't even go outside without them flying into your hair,or sticking to your clothes. My boyfriend was from Philladelphia, and to say that he was a cityboy was an understatement. The giant bugs were really freaking him out! Since we had no airconditioning, we had to leave the windows open,and since only a few had screens, these things got into the house! This particular morning,Demon was playing with a unusualy large one . The cat was the only one enjoying the infestation,the cicada providing both a toy and a tasty snack in one package! My boyfriend had decided to lay down on the sofa and take a nap,and I was watching TV ,when I spied Demon on the back of the sofa. Before I could move he dropped "bugzilla" right in the middle of my boyfriend's bare chest! He woke up to a huge buzzing bug flopping around on him,and began screaming like a twelve year old girl! Demon was on the back of the sofa,and his expression was like"you are'nt actually going to MARRY him,are you?" When my beloved finally stopped screaming,and I stopped laughing, Demon retrieved his prize from floor, and set off for a quieter location to enjoy his kill. Almost twenty years later, I am still married to my bug -shy beloved, although sadly,Demon passed away due to cancer in the summer of 2004. We still laugh about the "Bugzilla incident" on hot summer days when the cicadas are droning in the trees.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-65884672324438355272011-02-23T13:56:05.543-08:002011-02-23T13:56:05.543-08:00Anderson Cooper adorable but I'd only adopt hi...Anderson Cooper adorable but I'd only adopt him if he didn't drive stick. I'm not about to report my car stolen by my cat hellbent for capnip at Petsmart.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-29315710657396694632011-02-23T13:33:56.801-08:002011-02-23T13:33:56.801-08:00When I was young we had a very friendly orange tab...When I was young we had a very friendly orange tabby named Fusa. He was so lovable and he and I spent a lot of time together. One night when I was about 10 or 11 I was heading to bed and I was surprised that he wasn't already on my bed because he would usually sleep with me. Not thinking too much of it I went to bed and then soon after decided that I need to use the restroom. I was still afraid of monsters under the bead but decided to be brave and put my feet down right next to the edge of the bed. Well, Fusa was waiting for me apparently because he stuck his paws out and batted my ankles. Needless to say I jumped out of my skin and ran to get my parents. I bet he was surprised that he got that much of a reaction out of me!Andrinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-29159653205409569162011-02-23T07:06:12.037-08:002011-02-23T07:06:12.037-08:00More of a sweet story... Itty bitty baby Malcolm c...More of a sweet story... Itty bitty baby Malcolm came to live with us when he was around 6 weeks old. His first night, I slept on the couch, as I had a friend visiting and staying in my room. Me, 3 cats, and one kitten on the couch. In the middle of the night, I felt someone pawing me in the face, and it woke me up. It was my darling Atticus, 13 years old now, waking me up because baby Malcolm was mewling. I wouldn't have woken up had Atticus not whacked me in the face to alert me.Brigittehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801106423220668342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-55821167909151166802011-02-23T06:54:25.051-08:002011-02-23T06:54:25.051-08:00My 11 y/o tortie-and-white, Abby, absolutely adore...My 11 y/o tortie-and-white, Abby, absolutely adores The Today Show. Every morning at 6:55 or thereabouts, she gets on the bed and takes her place (at the end, right in front of the TV that's on the opposing chest of drawers.) The TV is a couple of feet higher than the mattress, so I know she's watching it and not just communing with whatever it is cats commune with. A couple of weeks ago, I noticed she was watching coverage from Egypt especially intently...which made perfect sense to me; any place that used to hold cats sacred is a place you want to keep tabs on. Once the story on Egypt was over, her attention wandered. <br /><br />Part of The Today Show charm could be its personalities--Abby was nowhere to be found Monday, when Matt, Meredith, Al and Ann were off for President's Day. (My husband swears Abby has a crush on Matt.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-21440954438020555162011-02-23T06:30:34.084-08:002011-02-23T06:30:34.084-08:00I was studying for grad school midterms when we br...I was studying for grad school midterms when we brought baby Simba home. He spent the entirety of his first weekend at home sitting on my shoulder, purring non-stop, while I studied for my exams. To this day, I can't truly focus on reading without some sort of background noise... fans, television, car motor. (I'd prefer a purring kitty on my shoulder, but at 17 pounds Simba no longer fits up there)<br /><br />During the summer of the chipmunk, we couldn't go a full week without the kids leaving a door wide open (which invariably invited a chipmunk with a death wish into the house)...<br /><br />During chipmunk invasion number one, we opened the sliding glass patio door with the intention of chasing the chipmunk out the door. It worked, but we failed to notice that Simba had parked himself outside the door. He caught the escaping chipmunk and brought it back into the house to start round 2.<br /><br />In chipmunk invasion eleventy-billion, Simba and Einstein worked together for probably the first and only time of their lives. They tracked down the chipmunk and located it hiding in the baseboard heater in my son's room. They parked together and stared at that spot on the wall until my husband got home to extract it. He put Simba out of the room because, while Simba is an excellent trapper, he prefers to release and chase over and over again. He kept Einstein the killer as a chipmunk catching aide. Several minutes, crashes, and swear words later, he also dropped Einstein outside the door because "wherever the chipmunk was, she wouldn't let me catch it. She wouldn't get out of the way." The kill was HERS and she wasn't going to let my husband get any of the glory. The exhausted chipmunk was exceptionally grateful when my husband put it back outside.Kellynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-63343337614919332152011-02-23T05:11:12.526-08:002011-02-23T05:11:12.526-08:00Our skittish orangie, Oliver is the nursemaid for ...Our skittish orangie, Oliver is the nursemaid for our 6 month old daughter. He will carry dropped pacifiers to her room and put them under her bed, when she is crying he walks the floor in distress, and he sleeps on the rocker in her bedroom at night. And although he loves sleeping on nice warm laundry, he never sleeps on hers, going out of his way to move even a baby sock so that he's not on any of her things. <br /><br />Our other cat, Lucy the Determined has been trying to sit on the baby's lap since the day we brought her home!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15659944222367370117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-65183232515546700012011-02-22T22:41:21.625-08:002011-02-22T22:41:21.625-08:00Like Amelia, I have difficulty picking just one!
...Like Amelia, I have difficulty picking just one!<br /><br />We used to have a pair of littermates, Hadrian and Trajan (we lost them both last year at age 14). Trajan was intelligent; Hadrian had common sense.<br /><br />We used to feed them as the very first thing we did when we got up in the morning. One day, our alarm went off about an hour early. We are NOT morning people, so you can imagine how thrilled we were. We could not figure out how it happened. I turned it off, went back to sleep. It happened again the next morning. On the third morning, my husband happened to be awake already, and saw Trajan standing on the dresser next to the clock. He batted at it two or three times until he hit the switch to turn the radio on, then raced for the kitchen!<br /><br />We a) moved the radio where he couldn't reach it, and b) stopped feeding them first thing in the morning.<br /><br />Several years later, he re-learned the trick. Although he didn't use it to wake us up, I found the two sleeping on our bed in the sunlight, listening to the radio, several times one summer.<br /><br />This extremely intelligent cat couldn't figure out that if he sat in the *shade,* he wouldn't get so hot. Hadrian had no problem with this concept, though, and always looked like he was shaking his head in bafflement when his brother went racing inside, panting.Judy H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16104489530177728125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833186746180765380.post-59917527225610493492011-02-22T18:57:33.760-08:002011-02-22T18:57:33.760-08:00It's hard to pick one story. I have a very sw...It's hard to pick one story. I have a very sweet tabby girl who was a foster, named Rogue, who is obsessed with chewing plastic bags and carrying plastic straws all around the house, ultimately dropping them in droves by her food bowl. Although she is endlessly entertaining, my big 20lb orange/red boy Lionel is probably the most quirky. <br />I just got new furniture, and didn't fully think about the logistics of the pieces with Lionel's love of opening drawers and cabinets. Every day when I come home from work my kitchen looks like a scene from Poltergeist....every cabinet is ajar. After bringing the new dressers into my apartment, I excitedly put all of my clothes in the new pieces. Anyone with cats knows that a new addition in the house is cause for much exploration. After the initial inspection both seemed to have lost interest and strolled out of the bedroom with me. Less than two minutes after we left the bedroom I heard some ruckus and crept towards the bedroom. Lionel had opened all three bottom drawers and had emptied them of all of their contents on the floor and one was occupied with a very large kitty, peering out at me from about a 4" opening. I guess it's time to invest in baby latches!!!!Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00494147932728141593noreply@blogger.com