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Today’s guest feature comes with much sadness! Jemima from Hell onWheels/Life One Handed has sadly passed over the rainbow bridge… Tissues will be required for this tribute!
9th March 2017
So, my apologies if I share some stuff about Jamima patch the pirate cat puddle duck. Seems important for me to share it now. Firstly, Jamima came by this name over time. She came home with her first and last names. Jamima is a well-known doll from the ABC children’s show or children called Playschool.
Puddleduck happened because she wasn’t very kitty litter tray literate. Clearly, I took care of that, mostly.
Over her left eye, Jamima has an interesting patch motley colour. So, that and the fact she loved to sit on my shoulder when she was younger and she so wanted to be close while I did the dishes after work. I would put her on my shoulder while I did it. When housemate ‘B’ came home he would come over and offer her his shoulder, B being taller she happily moved on.
I’ll save some good stories for when I’m ready to reminisce. For about 5-6 years now, every Friday I would finish my shopping adventures with my carers at my local shopping complex by visiting the pet shop. Kitten season of course was heaven but the rest of the year they usually had a cat or two from a shelter to be rehomed. They even have interesting names and a little profile. The pet shop often had bunny rabbits, guinea pigs, fish, I think you get the idea.
I was a familiar face on a Friday and the staff knew I could be trusted to give a cat a friendly tickle and they also were aware I had a fur-baby at home. Early visits to the pet shop I humoured my carers who couldn’t understand my wanting to visit by telling them, it’s fine! I’ll just go home and act like I haven’t cheated on my cat.
The staff at the pet shop also were made aware that there would come a day when I came in very red-faced and sad and would be prepared to take home any furry ‘thing’ that they had at the time. That pet shop relocated about 6 months ago, not far but I no longer get to visit. Possible a good thing.
The decision to let Jamima go to heaven in peace was easy when it came down to, if she was happy, if she was coping and if she could go on or was she distressed or in pain. It was not to make life easier for me to deal with her passing.
The vet was lovely, compassionate and empathetic in all the right amounts. She let me know I was the right person to make the decision for when was time and she told me many people wait too long. She kept offering me time at every stage of the process and that I could have longer if I needed. I admit and confess I was a complete mess from the moment I walked in. But tissue boxes appeared both at reception and in the procedure room. I was asked if I had done this before and I said no but I intended to be there.
The procedure went as expected, and I was no sadder than I expected. I also didn’t change my mind which I gather the vet thought I might do considering how miserable I was. Anyway, the procedure was efficient and painless, all things considered.
I left the room ahead of the vet and my last look back, I watched the vet flip part of the towel she lay on over her body. Her head was turned to the side and her ears were visible……. as I’ve seen her so many times before.
The tenderness from the vet was beautiful. I might write her a card at some point to thank her. Jamima has been left there for short term storage until mum is down next. As I think I mentioned.
Arriving home, I got busy collecting her food bowls and water containers so I wouldn’t be constantly reminded of her absence. I’m yet to move her scratching post, toys and sleeping cube. I have collected all her polar fleece sleeping blankets and the covers that were to discourage her from scratching the couch. The first night was really strange, habits of moving my glass from my couch armrest a foreign action of neglect. But it seems today, Jamima was here. Or winking down at me. She kept me busy today washing bed linen and organising the carpet to be dry cleaned. As she had obviously left some smelly patches conveniently in each room.
That’s my girl.
So many places I expect her to be. I leave doors wedged open and others closed purposely to cater to her having been here. Yet she is not. It might be a good thing I’m to be moving to a new space I’m not reminded of her absence. There is my old couch I’ve moved more times than you could imagine, in the last two years that lives in front of my heater in the lounge. It’s on wheels but I couldn’t part with it while Jamima was still with me as she loved to go under it and hammock herself inside the lining underneath. I found her there only Monday morning, me lying flat on the floor, hand underneath patting her head and ears. Her only time out of her hiding place, enough to get constant pats, her purring music to my ears.
I don’t know when I’ll welcome my next fur-child into. My home and my heart to nestle in beside the hole Jamima has carved out and will remain always but it will be when the time is right.
Until then I probably should avoid pet shops. I’ll keep you updated and you will be the first to know. Thanking you all for your understanding and support.
And many thanks to my friend Boo who chauffeured us to and from the vets and for the hugs and back-rubs. He himself having received horrible news that morning as a friend had chosen to end his own life.
I realise this might be hard to hear and it’s not a point I intended to make in this post but it is relevant because my Boo’s horrible news didn’t stop him from being there for me. It had been a serious challenge to find someone to help me. So now it is late and time to wind down, make a cuppa T and single task and likely shed a few more tears.
Humphrey was a muscular gray-blue kitty with haunting eyes, and he was angry. He was taken in by a local no-kill shelter because his owner of 9 years passed away. There was no consoling or petting Humphrey. His behavior was unpredictable. He was not good around other animals. He needed an understanding home where he would be the only pet. He got adopted once, but was returned because of inappropriate marking. Oh, Humphrey.
I can’t imagine all the feels of having your predictable cat world ripped out from under you, then being contained in a cage where well-meaning strangers stare and poke at you all day. If I didn’t have other cats (including your Friday Art Cat,) I would have taken Humphrey and tried to help him love again. Instead, I could only pay him respect by capturing his image as a reminder of feisty suffering.
Carol Parker Mittal is an artist and teacher living in Northern Michigan who wonders if Humphrey ever found a happy home. You can check out her blog about art and cats at Art is Not for Sissies.
It’s me Nubia here today! And as you can see… I am trying to defeat this new toy… well I call it torture device but the humans seem to think it’s a toy…
Nubia: At first I thought it was a lot of fun!
Nubia: A toy that dispenses my FAVOURITE… STRINGS! 😀 It was like heaven!
Nubia: However… quickly I realised… that actually it was some kind of new torture device!
Nubia: Whenever I saw the string…
Nubia: … and managed to catch it!
Nubia: I pulled and pulled only…
Nubia: … to be hugely annoyed by it pulling back inside! And such a small crevice it was too… how am I meant to put my paw in there?!?
Nubia: I clawed, I huffed, I puffed!
Nubia: I even tried to pull my WHOLE weight into it… The torture device even momentarily halted it’s evil process of taking the string away… but in the end… it was stronger. *hiss*
Oliver: I think my sister is being a bit melodramatic there wouldn’t you agree?
Nubia: No I am not!!! It’s a mean toy.
Oliver: What she really means is that she is having LOADS of fun and even better she might exercise her lazy bum a bit. D:
Nubia: Hold on a second! Did you call me fat?!?
Oliver: Maybe… Anyway… while sister is having a tantrum why don’t you head over to the Petsafe® website to get one of these FroliCat® FLIK™ Automatic Cat Teaser (UK) or (US)? I am sure you’ll have loads of fun with FroliCat® FLIK™! 😀 Might even annoy a sibling or two *evil cat laugh*
Nubia: That’s it… I shall chase my brother through the entire house for the rest of the day! *roars*
Oliver: Ah excellent MORE exercise for you! 😮
Her Meowjesty Queen Nubia the Disturber of Peace
His Meowjesty King Oliver the Maker of Mischief
Please find below the latest entry in Purrsday Poetry by jellysolo:
she told me
to Brush my Hair More Often
and Get a Job
You Lazy Snob.
because she wants the
Deluxe Cat Tree
made of Alder Wood Velvet.
Cleopatra could not pass
pearls as quickly as that!
i stack more boxes.
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Today we have big news for you if you are in the UK there will soon be a new documentary about CATS in the cinemas. And we are not just talking about any cats but the street cats of Istanbul.
The documentary follows the stories of 7 street cats in Istanbul with amazing personalities.
Full details below and don’t forget if you happen to be in the US it’s out there already and received fantastic ratings across the board.
IN UK CINEMAS: JUNE 30
A film by CEYDA TORUN
Following its phenomenally successful US theatrical run, where the film has taken over $2.5million to date, Icon Film Distribution are pleased to confirm the UK cinema release of KEDi on June 30, 2017.
KEDi, which means Feline in Turkish, is female filmmaker Ceyda Torun’s “magical and remarkable” (Variety) documentary feature about the street cats of Istanbul.
For many hundreds of years, thousands of roaming street cats have wandered in and out of local people’s lives, becoming an essential part of the communities that make Turkey’s biggest city so rich. Claiming no owners, the cats of Istanbul live between two worlds – neither wild nor tame – and bring joy and purpose to the locals they choose to adopt.
Beautifully shot over two months on location in Istanbul, the filmmakers designed and developed innovative ‘cat cameras’ and techniques to uniquely capture the street cat’s everyday lives, many of whose backgrounds and stories are as varied and unpredictable as their human counterparts. KEDi revolves around the lives of 7 leading cats – Sari (aka The Hustler), Bengü (The Lover), Aslan Parçasi (The Hunter), Psikopat (The Psycho), Deniz (The Social Butterfly), Duman (The Gentleman) and Gamsiz (The Player).
“Enchanting, 4 stars”
New York Times
“Sophisticated and artful… ‘Kedi’ is the ‘Citizen Kane’ of cat documentaries”
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o There are 7.4million cats in the UK
o Cats are the world’s most popular pet
o Birmingham is the cat capital of the UK
o A group of cats is called a Clowder
o Cats sleep for 70% of their lives
o Adult cats only ‘meow’ to communicate with humans
o A house cat is faster than Usain Bolt
We are back for another cute entry in Cats at the Bar to help us all get over the hump day!
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Top tips for getting your cat to the vet
By Dr. Jeremy Campbell BVSc, MANZCVS (Feline Med) RCVS Advanced Practitioner (Feline Medicine) MRCVS
Ever wondered why your cat scrapers as soon as you even think about getting the cat carrier out? They may look into your soul with those piercing, inscrutable eyes but they’re not mind readers. Instead, acutely sensitive to your smell, respiration, voice and actions they sense what your planning almost before you do and so the battle lines are drawn.
You have a formidable array of weaponry at your disposal – treats, toys, oven gloves and the cat carrier. They have claws, teeth and speed. No contest. So if you want to come out of this an unscathed winner, you’re going to need to adapt your behaviour. Their instincts have been winning battles like this for millennia.
Training and preparation for the cat carrier, like charity, begins at home and from the very beginning. As soon as you bring your kitten home in fact. We love these three videos on cat carrier training produced by International Cat Care – a fantastic charitable organisation involved in improving the life and health of all cats in this country and abroad. Look up iCatCare on youtube:
As you’ll see it all starts with patient, calm training. But whether you have a kitten or an adult cat take a look at our top tips for making your cat’s trip to see us better for you both.
- Choose the right cat carrier. We recommend a carrier which your cat can comfortably turn around inside and lie down and is easily cleaned. The perfect carrier is one that opens from both the top and front and can be taken apart in the middle. This makes it easier to examine nervous or injured patients as it allows them to relax in the bottom half of the carrier throughout. Avoid buying carriers that are too small, too flimsy and only open from the front because these can cause difficulties if your cat is not in the mood to be social. That said, we would always work with your cat and would never tip or pull your cat out of the carrier.
- Get your cat used to the carrier from an early age so they associate it not just with a trip to the vet but with everyday life. Leave it out in the open and put it in a place they like to go to.
- Encourage them to go into the carrier every day by putting their favourite toys in there.
- Reward them for going into the carrier by giving them their preferred treats. Remember, like us humans, cats respond well to positive reinforcement. They don’t respond well to punishment or force.
- When you’re training your cat to enter the carrier, remember to stay really calm. Cats are smart and they can pick up on anxiety and frustration.
- Once your cat is familiar with the carrier, progress to getting them used to being in it with the door closed. At first, do this for just a few seconds, rewarding them with a treat. Gradually build up the time.
- If you travel to the vet by car, get your cat familiar with being in it first. Then do some short car rides, again rewarding them with treats. This will make a car trip to the vet much easier when the time comes. In the car, remember to strap the carrier with a seatbelt to reduce movement. Some nervous cats also respond well to having a towel put over the carrier, others like to see out – experiment with your cat they are all different!
- Choose one carrier for all your needs. If you make use of the pet passport scheme for example and might want to transport pets commercially, then you will need to buy a more robust IATA approved container.
- If your cat is injured or is just seriously unwilling but you need to come and see us, we suggest you put the carrier in a small room, put blankets in it and spray with Feliwayâ Not in your cat’s eye-line or earshot – as it sounds like a cat hissing and can make them more upset. Bring your cat to the room and gently coax it into the carrier with treats and toys. If they still don’t go in, gently cradle your cat and lower them into the carrier. An alternative for very unwilling cats is to place the carrier on a table with the front very slightly over the table edge and gently funnel them in. Cats usually prefer the safety of the container rather than face the drop below.
There is also a further post on this here on Katzenworld.
Basically, put yourself in their shoes (or at least their furry feet). They’ll pick up on anything that stresses you and it will stress them in return and the whole negative cycle perpetuates. Take your time and start planning and thinking about it early and Mr. Tibbs will take trips to Vetland in his stride in no time.
Article has kindly been provided by the London Cat Clinic