Fur People In Our Life

For those of you who are owned by cats (they really prefer to be called "fur persons") Fr. Frog would like to introduce the feline denizens of his swamp. Each one has had a distinctive personality, and each has brought a special love and joy to our life. Our cats are all computer literate (they really know what a mouse is for) and will respond to email messages directed to Fr. Frog by clicking here. (They don't have their own computer--yet.) 


A Short Rant

Nothing upsets me more than people who have pets and then are to busy or too lazy to care for them properly.  (Actually the same rant applies to having children too.)  If you cannot make the commitment of guidance, time and love, don't have pets (or children).  They deserve better.  If you abuse either pets or children you better hope my friends and I don't catch up with you. It will not be pretty.


 Quick "Commercial" Messages


The Current Fur People
Ages reference to June 2023

After loosing Schmitty in February of 2014 we thought we'd wait a while until we interviewed for another administrative assistant's position.  Guess what ... God is laughing at us. We were rehired in June of 2014, and then the gods laughed again and Hoover got a brother, Cooper, in January, 2015.  And then ... in December of 2016 we stopped to pick up some cat food and Joy "followed" us home.  God is rolling on the floor, gasping for breath.

Joy (a.k.a Little Girl, Squeaky Mouse, Sweetie Pie) c. 2010, Arrived 12/2016

Joy is a 12+ year old, very round, 11 pound, fixed female black/tan tabby with silky fur. She is a very shy, but VERY affectionate and talkative cat (she makes little squeaky noise when talking to you) and is just a joy to be with.  She craves physical contact, especially with me, and is most content when she is being petted or brushed or just sitting or laying next to me. She does not like it if I go out and makes her feeling known very loudly. She has a quite loud purr, especially when her tummy is being rubbed. While Hoover had spots and Cooper has stripes,  Joy has very large, black, circular bands on her body and is called an Oyster Tabby.  Like Cooper she has a white snoot.   She also has very kinky whiskers that point in all direction and gives her a comical expression.  She has gotten use to having a male cat around and has started to assert herself.  Cooper and Joy tolerate each other but while Cooper wants to play with her she wants no part of it.  She loves to get under the blanket with you at night and snuggle in.  For a long time we were surprised that she had no interest in "people food," the "Temptations" cat treats that are like crack for cats, or any other cat food other than Blue Wilderness Chicken, and a daily hit on the aerosol whipped cream can. However, she recently has started eating pieces of chicken, pot roast, some wet cat food, and bacon as well as different dry foods..  She has also amassed a collection of mousey toys that she keeps on the bed and usually sleeps among them. She will bring me one of them and drop it at my feet when she wants extra attention.

 

Cooper (a.k.a. Skooter, Coopy, or Skittlecat) c. 2012, Arrived 1/2015

Cooper is a 11+  year old, 17 pound,  fixed male who followed Sue home from "Miss Kittys Cat House" over in Prescott.  He is a delightful, energetic, playful, and very curious cat who is delighting in tormenting his sister.  He is a LARGE cat,  (42+" fully stretched out), and built VERY solidly -- no flab anywhere.  He has a more pointed face with more white on his snoot, and a reddish tinge around his nose, and his fur is coarser than Joy.  He is on a "see food" diet and will eat just about anything including lemon Oreos, pasta, lettuce, carrots, Saltine crackers, Cheerios, cheese, and loves the water fountain.  He is addicted to the Temptations brand treats (or what we call "kitty crack).  He has been caught dragging a pack of them down the hall.  He has finally gotten an interest in shrimp and loves anything tuna.  He is absolutely nuts about laser pointers and catnip mice (which he steals from Joy's collection and makes a big show of catching and carrying around), and he delights in finding unusual "hiding" places.  While we really kept his original name, we generally call him Skooter because of his constant zooming around the house looking for things to investigate. It just seemed to fit him perfectly and he comes running when we call either name or whistle a particular tune.  While Hoover would actually "talk" to you, Cooper just makes a little chirping sound if he wants attention, although of late he has become more vocal and will walk around "chirping" like he is talking..  If he really wants attention, something that is more frequent lately, he will stretch way up and pat at you, or if you bend over for any reason he will jump on your back and refuse to  get down.

 

Howie (a.k.a Howie Baby) c. 2017 Arrived 7/2023 Temporary)

Howie is a 6+ year old orange tabby who belongs to one of my parishioners. When she had to spend a couple of weeks in the hospital Howie came and stayed with us for a vacation.  Theee was an uneasy truce between Howie (who's always been the sole cat in his home), and Joy and Skooter but after about a week they started to ignore each other and Howie found his "places" in our house. He is a very affectionate and talkative cat with a squeaky kind of sound, and he is a catnip and TemptationsTM addict.  (I've been his "dealer" for several years now and he goes nut with catnip.)  He has since returned to his home but when I do pastoral visits I have to bring fresh catnip or I get the "You don't love me any more look." He will always be welcome in our home.

 


In Memoriam

As we all get older a time comes when we begin to lose old friends.  These are those old, special friends whom we miss greatly.  Rest in peace.

 

Hoover (a.k.a "LB" (for "Little Buddy") c. 2008(?), Arrived 7/14, departed 5/2021

Hoover was a 16-18 year old (age was uncertain), 11 pound, Bengal looking (there is a LOT of Bengal in him) fixed male rescue cat.  He had muted body spots and a highly spotted tan tummy.  He was large, "full figured" cat about 36+ inches long, with large paws.  He was a very gregarious and affectionate cat, who purred a lot, patted at you, and talked to you all the time with little "chirps."  He was apparently afraid he would be abandoned and had to be RIGHT THERE next to me and loved to be brushed and to have his tummy rubbed.  He cried  if he couldn't see me or didn't know where I was.  While we didn't know his history we think he may have come from an abusive situation as he got upset if your feet got too close to him and he would attempt to bite you, and his rear end was kind of wobbly. He hated loud, barking, jumpy dogs (quiet, calm ones were OK) and he'd huff and growl if they were nearby, or when we took him out on his leash to inspect "his" property.  When he got in that mood we called him Grumpycat.  He went absolutely nuts over shrimp, Romano cheese shreds, turkey, catnip toys,  balls, rolled up old socks, and he enjoyed his water fountain, his laser pointer, and other assorted toys.  Like Cooper he was addicted to "kitty crack." He had a secret nest behind the computer monitor.  His original name was Cooper but we changed it to Hoover  because he just sucked up affection like a Hoover vacuum cleaner.  However, over his last two years he really mellowed and became a calmer and happier cat (except when Joy was nearby) and apparently was finally starting to feel safe with us --though he still had lapses.  Despite being a cat, he was pretty much of a klutz, and rather than worming his way gracefully around things he just barged straight ahead, stepping on, and knocking things over.  He was my "breakfast buddy" and would sit on the table when I ate breakfast and would sample any breakfast sausage, bacon, or other meat on my plate. Breakfasts aren't the same without him.  He went into renal failure and had an intestinal lump and crossed the rainbow bridge peacefully. 

 

schmitty2.jpg (4757 bytes) Schmitty (Schmitmeister, a.k.a. His Royal Furiness)  03/1994 - 02/2014

Schmitty was a  19 year, 11 month old, gray and white fixed male. He was found as a newborn kitten by our son, who found a box containing three kittens abandoned in the woods near our home back east. He found homes for two of them and brought Schmitty to live with us. Schmitty was an overly affectionate but skitterish cat who loved to sleep RIGHT NEXT to you (especially when there was a sun puddle around) or on your lap if you sat in his favorite chair.  He enjoyed sitting in the window watching the birds and was absolutely crazy about McDonald's French fries and would rip open a bag to get to them. He also liked ice cream of any flavor and yogurt. His favorite games were to jump on the sheets when you made the bed to attack the evil "mattress monster," and  to attack the bubbles in his water fountain.  He enjoyed having a little bowl of half-and-half in the morning while Fr. Frog enjoyed his coffee.  He also had a fondness for Ready-Whip aerosol whipped cream, flank steak, pork, and especially turkey.  Schmitty got two Christmas gifts some years ago.  First was an "entertainment center" (a.k.a fish tank) that he loved to sit in front of it and watch the fish.  The second, was  one of those powered water fountains that constantly circulates water through a filter.  He loved to drink from it and surprisingly liked to let the water run over his head as he drink.  He finally ran out steam and passed away peacefully.  Having had him for almost 20 years made his passing even harder as he was like a child who never went away to college.  There's a big hole in our home and our hearts.

 

Smuggy (10k jpg)Smuggler (Smuggy) c. 1995(?) - 10/2010

Smuggy was a 15ish year-old "energetic" orange 11 pound fixed male who was adopted by our son in 1996 back in nj while we were away vacationing in Arizona (in spite of a non-acquisition policy).  He was a very long thin cat with a long white tipped tail and he was spotted on his body like a Mau instead of striped like our other orange cats have been. He was very curious and would taste any food he could get his mouth on and liked an occasional stuffed green olive.  He had a some-what finicky stomach and developed an extreme craving for shrimp (people type, not cat food). He and Pepper were buddies of sort and spent endless hours chasing each other around the house trying to set a new closed course land speed record for domestic cats.  However, he and Schmitty never did sort out their pecking order vying for C-in-C (Cat in Charge) status. He was deathly afraid of Beth for some reason and she took advantage of that fact.  He became very protective of Fr. Frog and followed me everywhere like a shadow, and made a kind of "chirping" meow when he felt he was not being paid attention to. One of his traits was to give "nose kisses" to those he favored. He had many of the mannerisms of our old cat Snickerdooddle which was some times very spooky and since Butter died he liked to have his tummy gently rubbed, something that would previously have resulted in the loss of your fingers.  Because he was long and thin he liked things warm and he would frequently crawl up under the bed spread of a made up bed to stay toasty.  He had a strong urge to get out of the house and would try and sneak out every chance he got (not a good idea in coyote country).  To calm him down we started taking him for walks around our property on a leash!  Surprisingly, he took to the leash very well and would walk alongside you like a dog and sit when you stopped.  When he wanted to go for a walk he'd either pull his leash down off of the bench or hop up on the bench and yowl.  He missed his buddy Pepper very much and constantly looked for her in all her old spots even two years after she died, and would cry when he couldn't find her.  He died in my arms of a fast acting cancer.

 

Beth (7k jpg)Beth (Beepers, a.k.a. The Queen Mum) c. 1990 - 9/2009

Beth was a 18+-year-old dark gray and white, 9 pound gray and white fixed female with a very thick coat. She lived for many years with our daughter in nj but  "retired" to Fr. Frog's Kitty Casa Retirement Home for Furpeople, here in AZ where she became very close to Fr. Frog.  She was a shy and very gentle cat and suffered from dysplasia and arthritis in her hips and was quite deaf.  When she was little she had a very a squeaky kind of meow--hence her nickname "Beepers."  In her mature years she became VERY vocal and loud when she talked.  She took over our living room as her place and had a special perch on our couch.  She tolerated Schmitty (who I think she remembered) but was not too happy about Pepper, nor about Smuggy.  Having come from an apartment she enjoyed sitting in our windows watching all the birds and other critters, or laying on the floor in a sun puddle as she liked things warm.  She LOVED French fries, popcorn, and a little dish of half & half or whipped cream in the evening, as well as rotisserie chicken (the people kind).  About a year ago she suffered from what our vet said was a mini-stroke and her back end wobbled when she walked, and she sometimes tracked a bit sideways with her rear end.  It didn't seem to slow her down much, and she would still occasionally  chase Smuggy down the hall.   Because it is dry here in Arizona we had water bowls around the house and Beth took a liking to "ice fishys" (ice cubes) in her water bowl which she batted around before she drinks.  She finally succumbed to old age and we greatly miss her.

Pepper (10k jpg)Pepper (Pepsicat) c. 1990 - 5/2008

Pepper was an almost 18 year-old, 12 pound fixed "Black Tortie" female. She wandered in to our life and house when we lived in New Jersey and never left. She had obviously been mistreated and did not like to be held for any period of time. She was very afraid of plastic bags and would hide whenever she heard a bag rustled. She was otherwise a very happy and playful cat whose claim to fame was that she not only purred very loudly--you could hear her plainly across the room or down the hall--but she also purred backwards (on the exhale) with her mouth open, and she purred almost constantly when around us. She had a gorgeous shiny and silky, mink like, multicolored coat and enjoyed being brushed, especially the sides of her face) for as long as you could do it.  (I sometimes wondered if she was going to brush her face right off as she pressed very hard against the brush.)  She loved to eat shreds of Cheddar or Jack cheese. She also liked to collect "sparklies" (small shiny objects such as screws, thumb tacks, earrings, and such) which she hid in piles around the house. She and Smuggy liked to chase each other around the house. Pepper loved the "laser pointer" and went absolutely crazy chasing its red light spot around the floor. She was also very fond of both Spice and Butter  She'd curl up with Butter and would wash him every chance she got. After being with us for 17 years she left a big empty quiet spot in our lives.

 

butter (9k jpg)Butterscotch (Budbuds) c. 1994 - 9/2001

Butter was a 6+ year-old muted orange, 13 pound tabby who wandered into our yard and perched himself on our windowsill in nj one cold and rainy day until we brought him into our home and our lives. He was an extremely affectionate cat who wanted to be right next to you whenever he was around and he became Frogette's constant companion. His constant following her around earned him the nickname of "puppycat."  He had an odd habit of rocking back and forth while sitting, in a manner similar to those praying before the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem. Like Pepper, he had a defective purr motor. She didn't actually purr, but made squeaking sounds. He was the gentlest of all the cats we have been privileged to share our lives with and he never bit, scratched, or hissed at anyone.  He taught us a lot about love and the presence of angels in our lives, and brought us much joy and comfort in both happy and sad times.  He died too young of cancer and his passing left a very large hole in our lives and we still think about him and miss him greatly 21 years after his death.  You have done us honor by being part of our lives--rest in peace thou good and faithful companion.  In his memory I wrote a short homily which I gave at my parish's St. Francis Day observance in 2002, and which may bring you some comfort if you have recently lost a pet.  Click here to read it.

 

Dog (12k jpg)Dog The Magnificent (Doggers) c. 1980 - 1999

Dog? What a name for a cat! Dog was the 19-year-old(!) cat who lived in the Free State of Florida along with his loyal subjects Ghost and Rizza who doted on him. He was an extremely friendly and gregarious orange and white male tabby who was a very active talker. He liked to carry on conversations with humans!  If a human did not respond to his attempts to engage in conversation Dog would get their attention by vigorously pawing at them. He also had a habit checking to see if you know he was there when he slept with you at night. Several times a night he would come up and gently pat you on your nose with his paw until you acknowledge his royal presence. Dog's secret goal in life was to invite Ricky the parrot to be the guest of honor at lunch since Ricky tormented him by calling, "Here, kitty kitty." (Surprisingly they ignored each other when Ricky walked around on the floor.) He is greatly missed by all his friends.

 

Spice (7k jpg)Spice (Spibee or Thunder Tums) c. 1987 - 5/1999

Spice was a 12-year-old orange long-hair male Tabby (probably a LOT of Maine Coon in his lineage)  with half a tail. When we found him his tail had been injured and it had to be bobbed to about half its normal length. He apparently thought that he could regrow his tail by consuming vast quantities of food and at almost 23 pounds he was arguably the king of the hill. He was a great talker and he liked to lie on his back with his feet in the air, no doubt to ease the back strain of carrying all that weight. He also enjoyed being vacuumed and would throw himself in front of the vacuum cleaner to get his fur fluffed up. He also enjoyed sitting in his cage in the back yard on nice days while we worked outside. He loved to sit on Fr. Frog's lap purring contently and watch TV or listen to classical music with him at nights. (He liked Handel the best.) He was a good, gentle, and faithful companion and he is greatly missed by all who knew him.

 

snicker (9k jpg)Snickerdoodle (Snicker) c. 1986 - 1996

Snickerdoodle was Fr. Frog and Frogette's first cat. He was an feisty, but affectionate male English tabby with a deep orange coat who loved to lie in the sun or on the chest of anyone lying on their backs. He also loved to have his nose rubbed, and also the occasional hit on the catnip bag. Unusually for a cat he would retrieve object you threw for him and he would do this until you got tired of throwing. As with all of our cats he was an indoor-only cat whose goal in life, unfortunately, was to escape to the outside world and run about, eating all the grass he could. To further this end, he developed incredible skill in sneaking out and was capable of outsmarting the most careful and attentive person. Unfortunately, Snicker snuck out once too often and was killed by a car at the age of 10. Snicker, we miss ya!  Rest in peace, good buddy.

 

Zeke (9k jpg)Zeke (Zeeker) c. 1980 -1995

Zeke was our friend Paul's cat. He was a 15 year old gray tabby with white boots who was Paul's constant companion and who use to supervise Paul's woodworking activities in his shop. He was very friendly and one of his favorite activities was to play "hide the kitty" where he would delight in hiding under a throw rug while we tried to "find" him. He is greatly missed.

 

 

Jack the Cat (Jacky) c. 1999 - 2016

Jack the Cat lived in Wyoming with his staff, Ed and Arlene.  He's was an 18 year old feisty, talkative, tabby who ruled the roost and who was very spoiled (not that he would ever admit it).

 

 


Public Notice

The following is posted very low on our refrigerator door. (Not that they care.)

Dear  Cats: The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Racing me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort, however.. Cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other, stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out on the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom! If, by some miracle, I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge in an attempt to open the door. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years - feline supervision is not required.

The proper order for kissing is: Kiss me first, then go smell the other cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.

Finally, in fairness, dear pets, I have posted the following message on the front door

TO ALL NON-PET OWNERS WHO VISIT AND LIKE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT OUR CATS

(1) They live here. You don't.
(2) If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. That's why they call it 'fur'-niture.
(3) I like my cats a lot better than I like most people.
(4) To you, they are animals. To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy, walk on all fours and don't speak clearly.


Remember, cats are better than kids because they

(1) eat less,
(2) don't ask for money all the time,
(3) are easier to train,
(4) normally come when called,
(5) never ask to drive the car,
(6) don't smoke or drink,
(7) don't want to wear your clothes,
(8) don't have to buy the latest fashions,
(9) don't need a gazillion dollars for college,
(10) if they get pregnant, you can sell their children ...


We recently found this page from one our cat's daily planners. How do they manage such a hectic schedule?

5:45 Wake slave for breakfast

6:00 Reject "Seafood Supper" as not proper for breakfast. Find old pork chop behind couch. Eat for breakfast.

7:00 Rearrange self in grocery bag.

7:15 Watch birds at bird feeder; Develop plan to get them.

7:45 Snooze on pillow on slaves bed.

9:00 Chase tail

9:03 Nap on clean laundry in laundry basket.

10:00 Demolish arm of recliner.

10:05 Find plastic strip from milk bottle. Chase around kitchen until kitchen rug is piled in front of stove.

10:10 Find another pile of clean laundry; take another nap.

Noon Inspect and reject lunch

12:01 Find tasty house plant for lunch

12:05 Start bath

12:10 Interrupt bath for nap on stairs. Ignore anyone trying to go up stairs. Dream about ripping up paper bags and collecting sparklies

12:15 Resume nap

4:10 Wake up and remove all thumb tacks from bulletin board.

4:25 Make daily hair deposit on slaves favorite chair.

4:30 Ensure birds are still at feeder. Attempt to get through window.

4:50 Scratch any remaining unfrayed rugs until suitably fluffy

5:00 Begin "cute" routine to ensure favorite food is served; Stop at nothing to achieve goal

5:10 Inspect stove and counter tops to ensure that all food is acceptable; Sample where necessary

5:25 Reject offer of roasted chicken

5:30 Stare at diners during their meal; Look as neglected, underfed, and cute as possible

5:35 Jump on table and steal biggest piece of chicken possible; retire to couch in den to enjoy

7:00 Assume position on top of TV with tail dangling in front of screen; Move tail as necessary to block important parts of picture

8:00 Demand evening snack; After being served ignore it and return to top of TV

9:00 Keep urgent appointment with invisible object in hall; Practice high speed racing turns until paw prints are visible on walls; Run over anything you can including humans

10:00 Report for nightly blanket weight and foot warming duties.


I think we're in big trouble. A friend found his cat's diary and sent me the following excerpts. I'd keep an eye on them if I were him.

DAY 750 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling
objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry
cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and
the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of
furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant ....

DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their
feet while they were walking almost succeeded; must try this at the top
of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors,
I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair; must try
this on their bed ....

DAY 762 - Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep
depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night ....

DAY 765-Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in
attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike
fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a
good little cat I was...hmmm...must try this with their baby....


Lest anyone think that cats are not literate I submit the following. This verse been seen titled, Hamlet's Cat's Soliloquy from HAMLET'S CAT...by William Shakespeare's Cat.

SOLILOQUY
by
William Shakespeare's Cat

To go outside, and there perchance to stay
Or to remain within: that is the question:
Whether 'tis better for a cat to suffer the cuffs and buffets of inclement weather
That Nature rains on those who roam abroad,
Or take a nap upon a scrap of carpet,
And so by dozing melt the solid hours
That clog the clock's bright gears with sullen time
And stall the dinner bell.
To sit, to stare outdoors, and by a stare to seem to state
A wish to venture forth without delay,
Then when the portal's opened up, to stand
As if transfixed by doubt.
To prowl; to sleep'
To choose not knowing when we may once more
Our readmitance gain.
Aye, there's the hairball;
For if a paw were shaped to turn a knob,
Or work a lock or slip a window-catch,
And going out and coming in were made
As simple as the breaking of a bowl,
That cat would bear the household's petty plagues,
The cook's well-practiced kicks, the butler's broom,
The infant's careless pokes, the tickled ears,
The trampled tail, and all the daily shocks
That fur is heir to when, of his own free will,
He might his exodus or entrance make
With a mere mitten?
Who would spaniels fear
Or strays trespassing from a neighbor's yard
But that the dread of our unheeded cries
And scratches at a barricaded door
No claw can open up, dispels our nerve
And makes us rather bear our humans' faults than run away to unguessed miseries?
Thus caution doth make house cats of us all;
And thus the bristling hair of resolution
Is softened up with the pale brush of thought,
And since our choices hinge on weighty things,
We pause upon the threshold of decision.


The End of the Raven
by Edgar Allan Poe's Cat
 from POETRY FOR CATS by Henry Beard

On a night quite unenchanting, when the rain was downward slanting, 
I awakened to the ranting of the man I catch mice for. 
Tipsy and a bit unshaven, in a tone I found quite craven, 
Poe was talking to a Raven perched above the chamber door. 
"Raven's very tasty," thought I, as I tiptoed o'er the floor,  "There is nothing I like more."

Soft upon the rug I treaded, calm and careful as I headed 
Toward his roost atop that dreaded bust of Pallas I deplore. 
While the bard and birdie chattered, I made sure that nothing clattered, or snapped, or fell, or shattered, as I crossed the corridor; 
For his house is crammed with trinkets, curios and weird decor-- 

Bric-a-brac and junk galore. Still the Raven never fluttered, standing stock-still as he uttered, 
In a voice that shrieked and sputtered, his two cents' worth-- Nevermore."
 
While this dirge the birdbrain kept up, oh, so silently I crept up, 
Then I crouched and quickly leapt up, pouncing on the feathered bore. 
Soon he was a heap of plumage, and a little blood and gore--  Only this and not much more.

"Oooo!" my pickled poet cried out, "Pussycat, it's time I dried out! 
Never sat I in my hideout talking to a bird before; 
How I've wallowed in self-pity, while my gallant, valiant kitty 
Put an end to that damned ditty"--then I heard him start to snore, 
Back atop the door I clambered, eyed that statue I abhor, 

Jumped--and smashed it on the floor.

A Cat's Prayer

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray this cushy life to keep.
I pray for toys that look like mice, and sofa cushions soft and nice.
I pray for gourmet kitty snacks, and someone nice to scratch my back.

For windowsills all warm and bright, for shadows to explore at night.
I pray I'll always stay real cool, and keep the secret feline rule.
To never tell a human that, the world is really run by cats.


The Real Story of Creation

On the first day God created the heavens and the earth, and the earth was flat.

On the second day God created the cat, and after considering that cats would knock everything off of a flat earth He made the earth a sphere.

On the third day God created other animals to serve as potential cat food.

On the forth day God created humans to serve the cat and honest toil for them so that they might labor for the benefit of cats..

On the fifth day God created cat toys and laser pointers so that humans could entertain the cat.

On the sixth day God created veterinary service to keep cats healthy and the humans broke.

On the seventh day God decided to rest for His labors but a cat woke Him up at 5 am.


THE CATS' BILL OF RIGHTS

1. Humans shall make no law respecting an establishment of boundaries or prohibiting the free exercise therein, or abridging the freedom of access, or the right to peaceful assembly. In other words the cat is entitled to go outside anytime he wants.

2. A well-carried provisional chamber, being necessary to the fulfillment of a feline's whims, shall not be infringed. In other words, the cat is entitled to EAT anytime he wants.

3. A well armed cat being necessary to the security and freedom of felines and their domiciles, the right of felines to keep and bear claws shall not be infringed.

4. The right of the feline to be secure in their domain and effects against unreasonable discomposure, shall not be violated. In other words, the cat is entitled to SLEEP anytime he wants.

5. Humans shall issue no warrants or decrees or edicts as prescribed to the demarcation of possessions or property which are in direct conflict with right of life, liberty and the pursuit of feline affirmation. In other words the cat is entitled to sleep ANYWHERE he wants.

6. The feline shall be immune to all criminal accusations, indictments and complaints. The accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and impartial dismissal of any and all charges provided said feline's compulsory right to obtain any or all witnesses, including character witnesses, are obtained in his favor. In other words cats can do anything they want as long as it's cute.

7. Neither serfdom, vassalage, or involuntary servitude will be tolerated, except by said cats in proprietorship of their humans. In other words, what I say goes. (And I say feed me ... Again.)

8. No Canis familiaris shall, in time of peace or at any other time, be quartered in any dwelling without the consent of the potentate, nor in time of war, but in a manner to be prescribed by sovereign. In other words no dogs in the house without my permission.

9. The right of the feline to be protected against unreasonable search and seizures shall not be breached or infringed upon at anytime or any place. In other words don't disturb me when I am sleeping.


Cat Facts


Cat Quotes


"MEOW!"

"Cats don't shed.  They emit fibers of joy"

"To cats, people are just heated furniture."

"Cats are very perceptive.  Don't trust anyone who doesn't like cats."

"Dogs have masters.  Cats have staff." -- A cat

"I have spent too much of my life opening doors for cats—I once calculated that, since the dawn of civilization, nine hundred and seventy-eight man-centuries have been used up that way. I could show you the figures.” -- Robert A. Heinlein, The Door Into Summer

"Do not meddle in the affairs of cats, for they are subtle and will piss on your computer." -- Bruce Graham

"There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast." -- Unknown

“The coldest depth of Hell is reserved for people who abandon kittens.” -- Robert A. Heinlein, Friday

"A home without a cat - and a well-fed, well-petted and properly revered cat - may be a perfect home, perhaps, but how can it prove title?" -- Mark Twain

"Thousands of years ago, cats were worshipped as gods. Cats have never  forgotten this." -- Anonymous

"Cats are smarter than dogs. You can't get eight cats to pull a sled through the snow." -- Jeff Valdez

"In a cat's eye, all things belong to cats." -- English proverb

"As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat." -- Ellen Perry Berkeley

"One cat just leads to another." -- Ernest Hemmingway

"Dogs come when they're called; cats take a message and get back to you later." -- Mary Bly

"Cats are rather delicate creatures and they are subject to a good many ailments, but I never heard of one who suffered from insomnia." -- Joseph Wood Krutch

"People that hate cats, will come back as mice in their next life." -- Faith Resnick

"There are many intelligent species in the universe. They are all owned by cats." -- Anonymous

“Anyone who considers protocol unimportant has never dealt with a cat.” -- Robert A. Heinlein

"I have studied many philosophers and many cats. The wisdom of cats is infinitely superior." -- Hippolyte Taine

“How you behave toward cats here below determines your status in Heaven.” -- Robert A. Heinlein

"No heaven will not ever Heaven be; Unless my cats are there to welcome me." -- Unknown

“There is no such thing as "Just a cat.” -- Robert A. Heinlein

"There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life music and cats." -- Albert Schweitzer

"The cat has too much spirit to have no heart." -- Ernest Menaul

“Cats, like butterflies, need no excuse.” -- Robert A. Heinlein

"Dogs believe they are human. Cats believe they are God."

"Humans. Just a speed bump on the bed of fife."

"Time spent with cats is never wasted." -- Colette

"Some people say that cats are sneaky, evil, and cruel. True, and they have many other fine qualities as well." -- Missy Dizick

"Cat said, 'I am not a friend, and I am not a Servant. I am the Cat who walks by himself, and I wish to come into your cave." - Rudyard Kipling

"You will always be lucky if you know how to make friends with strange cats." -- Colonial American proverb

"Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what you want." -- Joseph Wood Krutch

"When I play with my cat, who knows whether she isn't amusing herself with me more than I am with her?" -- Michael de Montaigue

Way down deep, we're all motivated by the same urges. Cats have the courage to live by them. - Jim Davis

“Never try to outstubborn a cat.” -- Robert A. Heinlein, Time Enough for Love


Bad Kitties

 

This cat came to drink milk and Fight - and we're out of milk.

 


CAT
by; J.R.R. Tolkien

The fat cat on the mat
may seem to dream
of nice mice that suffice
for him, or cream;
but he free, maybe,
walks in thought
unbowed, proud, where loud
roared and fought
his kin, lean and slim,
or deep in den
in the East feasted on beasts
and tender men.

The giant lion with iron
claw in paw,
and huge ruthless tooth
in gory jaw;
the pard dark-starred,
fleet upon feet,
that oft soft from aloft
leaps on his meat
where woods loom in gloom---
far now they be,
fierce and free,
and tamed is he,
but fat cat on the mat
kept as a pet,
he does not forget.


Grendel's Dog A Fragment from /Beocat/
by the Old English Epic's Unknown Author's Cat

(Modern English verse translation by the Editor's Cat) from Henry Beard's /Poetry for Cats/

Brave Beocat, brood kit of Ecgthmeow,
Hearth-pet of Hrothgar, in whose high halls
He mauled without mercy many fat mice,
Night did not find napping nor snack-feasting.
The wary war-cat, whiskered paw-wielder,
Bearer of the burnished neck-belt, gold-braided collar-band,
Feller of fleas, fatal, too, to ticks,
The work of wonder-smiths, woven with witches' charms,
Sat on the throne-seat, his ears like sword-points
Upraised, sharp-tipped, listening for peril-sounds,
When he heard from the moor-hill howls of the hell-hound,
Gruesome hunger-grunts of Grendel's Great Dane,
Deadly doom-mutt, dread demon-dog.
Then boasted Beocat, noble battle-kitten,
Bane of barrow-bunnies, bold seeker of nest-booty,
"If hand of man unhasped the heavy hall-door
And freed me to frolic forth to fight the fang-bearing fiend,
I would lay the whelpling low with lethal claw-blows;
Fur would fly and the foe would taste death-food.
But resounding snooze-noise, stern slumber-thunder,
Nose-music of men snoring mead-hammered in the wine-hall,
Fills me with sorrow-feeling for Fate does not see fit
To send some fingered folk to lift the firm-fastened latch
That I might go grapple with the grim ghoul-pooch."
Thus spake the mouse-shredder, hunter of hall-pests,
Short-haired Hrodent-slayer, greatest of the pussy-Geats.


Relative Cat Ages
Cat Age Human Age   Cat Age Human Age
1 mo 5-6 mo 4 yr 32 yr
2 mo 9-10 mo 6 yr 40 yr
3 mo 2-3 yr 8 yr 48 yr
4 mo 5-6 yr 10 yr 56 yr
5 mo 8-9 yr 12 yr 64 yr
6 mo 10 yr 14 yr 72 yr
8 mo 13 yr 16 yr 80 yr
1 yr 15 yr 18 yr 88 yr
2 yr 24 yr 20 yr 96 yr

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