Liberace Charity Fundraiser for Wellington Cats Protection League

TRIGGER WARNING! GRAPHIC AND EXPLICIT DESCRIPTION OF CUTENESS PAST THIS POINT!

Please whack my cat as hard as you can with a golf club. Go on! And hang him. And break him up into little pieces.  You could even try to put him back together again.  When you’re finished, stuff him with things.  But don’t feel bad.  My cat, Liberace, and I think this is a great way to contribute to cat welfare!  Best of all, he won’t feel a thing.  Read on and you’ll know what I mean. 😉

You see, Liberace is a part-time bow-tie model and 8-year-old rescue cat. We first started taking bow-tie photos to add some fun to our day when we stopped being able to go out much.  But many people love Liberace’s pictures, so the idea of merchandise was born.  The folks at Cafepress.com have used his photos– and put them on everything from golf balls to tote bags and earrings!  My favourites include the watch and the note cards, but Cafepress’s intuitive app is pretty good at figuring out where each picture of him might look best.  Some pictures have mugs, jigsaws…even a number plate!   You can get yours here.

The idea of a calendar is still on the drawing board, but it may not be possible because of the low-resolution pictures my smartphone has taken .  If anyone reading this thinks they could help to improve the quality of my images and turn them into a calendar, please contact us at  https://www.facebook.com/archiethearchhole/

When you buy a Liberace-themed item from Cafepress, all royalties will go to Wellington Cats Protection League (New Zealand.)  More products and bow-ties are coming, but several designs are already available.

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TINKERBELLE REMEMBERS: Registered!

The Finding of a Therapy Cat: a series about Tinkerbelle, Registered Pet Partner Therapy Cat (retired) and our journey together.

By Mollie Hunt

Part 5. Registered!

On test day, I took Tinkerbelle to the Oregon Humane Society where the Pet Partner testing was to be done. Both of us were well-groomed and looked our best for the judges. (Pet Partners humans are required to dress nicely and to always give a good impression of the group.) Tink was bathed, teeth cleaned, claws clipped, and brushed until her long black fur shone. I was nervous; she was not.

The test was made up of simulated real-life situations we might encounter on a routine visit. Volunteers helped act out scenes such as you might find in a hospital, school, or assisted living facility. I held Tinkerbelle in my arms while someone dropped a metal tray and talked loudly. Someone else walked by with a dog. Three people passed Tinkerbelle between them and she was required to sit quietly for 30 seconds on each lap. Tinkerbelle excels at sitting on laps so she had no trouble there.

The judges observed me as well. They made sure I never let go of her leash, watched how I related to the “patients”, and took note of how I interacted with Tinkerbelle as each new situation arose. Pet Partners believes your therapy animal is your first and foremost concern.

Needless to say, Tink passed with flying colors. It was a little funny because she was the only cat being tested, and most of the judges had only judged dogs before. On that day, she became 1 of only 3 registered AAI cats in the city of Portland. We always knew how special she was!

About Tinkerbelle:
Tink served for four years as a registered Pet Partner Therapy Cat, visiting assisted living facilities and hospice patients. Tink is now retired and living the quiet life. Check out her Facebook page at: https://www.facebook.com/TinkerbelleTheTherapyCat/

About Mollie Hunt:
Mollie is the author of the Crazy Cat Lady cozy mystery series, featuring Lynley Cannon, a sixty-something cat shelter volunteer who finds more trouble than a cat in catnip. Mollie is a member of the Oregon Writers’ Colony, Sisters in Crime, and the Cat Writers’ Association. This year she won a CWA Muse Medallion for her 3-part blogpost series, “Life Stages”.

Like Lynley, Mollie is a grateful shelter volunteer. She is a longtime volunteer for the Oregon Humane Society where she socializes sad, fearful, and behavior-challenged cats. She also fosters sick and elderly cats in her home. In 2014, she had the privilege to work with cat behaviorist Jackson Galaxy on a particularly thought-provoking case.

You can find Mollie on her Website: http://www.lecatts.wordpress.com/, her Amazon Page: http://www.amazon.com/author/molliehunt, and her Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/MollieHuntCatWriter/.

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Persistence by Joe Longo

Persistence.

by Joe Longo

Persistence is a lesson my husband and I learned from our sweet black cat: Baby Kitty

Baby kitty had a kitty friend that would come by and the two would bat playfully with each other under our patio door for hours. One day the other kitty stopped coming by. Baby Kitty sat and waited patiently for weeks, staring at the opening under the door. Then one day the other kitty returned, and Baby Kitty resumed batting with his friend.

Baby Kitty always has dry food. But in the evening around five o’clock we give him a treat, tuna fish from a can. He starts rubbing our legs around 4:30 and looks at us with his big eyes reminding us it’s time. He is a mild-mannered cat but insistent in his sweet way when it is time for his treat. He does not stop until the tuna is placed in his favorite blue bowl.

Two kittens were added to our family, Cookie and Marlowe. Baby Kitty wasn’t too happy with the additions. One evening Baby Kitty started meowing and importuning us with his big eyes. We couldn’t understand what he wanted. He did not want to go on the patio to play; he had had his treat. But he had stationed himself by the front door, a place he never stood, and kept insisting that we play attention to him. But we could not figure out what he wanted. His meowing grew louder and more insistent, and he began to scratch at the door. I went to he door; opened it; and one of the kittens, Marlowe, was standing on the front steps shivering. He had somehow gotten out of the house. Once Marlowe was inside, Baby Kitty looked up at me and his big eyes were smiling.

Baby Kitty taught us persistence.