It’s Caturday!

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23 Responses to It’s Caturday!

  1. ImpeachEmAll says:

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  2. MaryfromMarin says:

    ^^ A pair/a kit. ^^

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  3. ImpeachEmAll says:

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  4. joshua says:

    Chinese caught stealing lives from cats and selling them on the black market as Recycled Feline Future Insurance Policies….creates electronic device based on Ghostbusters technology to extract at least five lives from the seven available on younger cats.

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  5. nyetneetot says:

    Happy Caturday….

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  6. czarowniczy says:

    Not feeling too cat-loving with the fat inside cat just now. Seems he’s taken umbrage at the Russian Blue, who’s been with him for years, just now deciding to slerp in our bedroom. He’s taken to ‘graffiting’ the bathtub and tile around it to displsy his displeasure. Mentioned to him that we’re getting close to checking Tandy fir those fur-coated tea cozy plans if things don’t resolve.

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  7. lovely says:

    What is this Caturday of which you speak?

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  8. stella says:

    From a Facebook friend yesterday:

    A CAT TALE

    I was working in my garden last Sunday when a couple walking on the adjoining sidewalk called over to me, holding up a large black and white cat under his front legs.

    “Is this your cat? It was hiding behind the yew hedge against your house.”

    “No,” I replied. “There are a lot of stray feral cats around here, it must be one of them. Put it down. It will find its own way.”

    They did, and walked away.

    The cat found its own way alright… straight to me.

    It walked painfully, so overweight it had trouble staying upright. It could hardly walk and preferred to pull itself over the grass. And it meowed.

    “This is no feral cat,” I thought. “It had an owner and lived in someone’s home.”

    “But what happened?” I wondered.

    Then it hit me. The park across the street was an ideal place for someone to drop off an old infirm cat that was no longer wanted. And it was Sunday. This poor old cat had just been dropped off and was confused and upset by all the traffic and outdoor noises.

    As if to confirm my suspicion the cat made its painful way down the basement steps into the house and began to yowl pitifully.

    Clearly this dark musty basement was inside a house, but not like home at all.

    We carried her back up the stairs. No point in having a cat hiding in all the stuff we had down there and dying.

    Our tomcat, Loki, does not appreciate feline visitors, so there was no way we could bring this cat inside.

    We built a little waterproof shelter in a safe, quiet corner of the garden and put in a pad and food and water and “Granny,” now recognized as a female, went inside.

    She moved painfully, came to see us whenever we went back to the garden. She wanted company. She had a sweet and trusting disposition.

    We kept providing food and fresh water. And she never left. We assumed she was dying, and we spent time with her, and she began to talk, and acknowledge attention again and her changed circumstances.

    Several days went by. Every day I couldn’t help thinking about the cruelty of someone this cat had loved loyally for years deserting her in the park now she was old. I couldn’t help listening for a pained yowl from the garden off our bedroom at night, but fortunately there weren’t any.

    Then a marvelous Guyanese lady, Meena, who lived next door and fed the stray cats of the park, took a look at Granny.

    “She looks sick,” Meena said. “Let me take her to the vet.”

    She did. The cat had a fever. The vet gave her a shot and said she would recover. I was working my courage up to ask Meena to take Granny on, when a miracle happened.

    A staffer from a Rescue Shelter dropped by the vet’s office yesterday and saw Granny. He heard the sad story from the vet and wondered if the cat had a chip embeded.

    The vet said he didn’t know, but the staffer had a chip reader.

    And Granny had a chip….

    Tracking the chip he learned her owner died two days before she came into our garden. Someone decided they could finally get rid of that old cat now the old lady was dead.

    The rescue shelter staffer said he would pay any additional vet fees recovering a rescue cat, and he knew an older man who loved providing a home for older cats. He would take Granny and restore her to health.

    So I guess Granny had at least one more life left,

    And it looks like it will be a nice one.

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  9. ImpeachEmAll says:

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  11. auscitizenmom says:

    Greg Gutfeld said that Pres. Trump could talk a cat off a mouse truck. LOL

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