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Caturday Confessions

~ Truman ~ 1 Comment

This is the first official post for Caturday Confessions!

Who was naughty this week?

I’ll start.

I have two water bowls. One is a stainless steel bowl that’s my favorite to drink from. The other is a plastic ‘travel’ bowl with a rimmed lid that’s supposed to make it spill-proof.
I learned how to pry that rimmed lid off about a week after Mom brought the bowl home, but that’s another conversation.
I use that bowl to wash my paws after I use my litterbox. I don’t like when the litter gets on my paws, and that water bowl is perfect for washing.
I’ve been seeing how far I can splash the water while I’m cleaning my paws. I proudly splash water several feet away from my bowl.

How pawsome is that?

Proudly signed by Truman

Kitten Conversations

Trickle and Matilda
~ Trickle and Matilda ~ 9 Comments

Hello friends and readers! My name is Squirt. I was an avid reader of the Anipal Times, and I’m so excited that it’s back! This edition promises to surpass its predecessors; therefore, I am honoured to write for the inaugural issue of this fresh publication!

Although, as will become clear, this will not be a regular column about me.

I think many of you will know me from Twitter as @SquirtTheCat, and you may also know that I peacefully strolled across the Rainbow Bridge earlier this year. Please don’t feel sad for me! I had a good, long life full of love and adventure, and I made the most of every single day.

However, I couldn’t bear the thought of my house and my humans without a cat, so I set out to point them toward not one, but two rescue kittens. Trickle is a ginger boy (like me) born on May 10th this year. His former feral mother birthed offspring inside the rescue and then pursued existence elsewhere as a neutered farm cat.

Trickle
Trickle

Rescuers found Matilda, a pretty black and white kitten, alone in a supermarket car park. They estimate she is about a month old, like Trickle, the other kitten. Our phenomenal local cat lady, who also runs a rescue centre, nursed her back to health because she was starving, filthy, and close to death.

Matilda Crossed Paws
Matilda Crossed Paws

Staff and Manstaff brought both kittens home on July 20th.

I can watch my home and family from the Bridge, allowing observation of the kittens settling and becoming familiar with their forever dwelling. I’ve been eavesdropping on their conversations.

Are you curious about kitten chatter? Observe this! I’m going to share their chat with you.

This column isn’t about me, so Matilda, Trickle, it’s over to you….

M: “Remember the day we met?”

T: “Yeah, we didn’t know each other, we didn’t know the people in the car, and we didn’t know where we were going. That was a scary day.”

M: “The other cats I knew were huge! You were tiny.”

T: “I was the fourth-biggest kitten in the litter!”

M: “Tell me again, how many were in the litter?”

T: “Five.”

M: *rolls eyes*

T: “I thought you were cute.”

M: “I thought you were weird.”

T: “We’re alright though, aren’t we? You and I, we’re friends and… like brofur and sisfur.”

M: “Yeah, I suppose we are. I’m glad I’m not an only kitten anymore.”

T: “Do you think we look a bit alike?”

M: “You’ve been at the ‘nip, you have. “

T: “Have not.”

M: “Have. Have, have, have, have, have!”

T: *shakes head* “Girls…”

M “Wanna play? Tunnel chase?”

T: “Tired, could do with a nap.”

M: *shakes head* “Boys…”

Oh, those two kittens! I love to watch them and listen to them. Join me next time as I bring you more from them! 

McPusspuss Musings-Introduction

~ McPusspusses ~ 4 Comments

Hello and welcome to our column.

We are angel Angus McPusspuss and Furgus McPuspuss.

Both of us were older stray tomcats that found our forever homes late in life.

I, Angus, had a very special fox friend who led me to my pawrents’. Hunger drove me to join the foxes’ nightly food runs. One fox always made sure I had some food. Mummy and the neighbor, upon observing me, attempted everything to locate my owners, yet I possessed none, plus my chip held no registration. Mummy started feeding me more and inviting me inside, but it took me some time to be brave enough to move in. Even when settled in my home, I would still go out every evening and sit with my special foxy friend. 

Because I moved in just before Storm Angus hit, my pawrents, following Scottish links, gave me the surname McPusspuss. I had been called Pusspuss when living outside.

When my time sadly came to go over the rainbow bridge, I guided Furgus to my pawrents. The rescue trapped him because of his poor state following a decade of living on the streets. He hissed and swiped, revealing his fear. No one was giving him a chance until my pawrents did. When secure and cherished, he unwound. Now, he desires laps frequently and bedtime cuddles. Furgus gets to enjoy his later years with so much love. Furgus continues the McPusspuss family name and was called Furgus as a link to our pawrents’ love of Deacon Blue (Fergus sings the blues).

We will write articles on the weather (I am #weathercat), nature, and more specifically on badgers, as Mummy is on the committee of the Badger Protection Group.

We will have wonderful guest writings for our column by Angel Alma. Alma and her mum are special friends to us.

My Story of Being Adopted as an Older Cat

~ smokeypulkkinen ~ 2 Comments

When most people think of adopting a cat, they think first of kittens—tiny, cute, playful, and entertaining. But there is another beautiful and often overlooked population in shelters and foster homes that is just as deserving of love and attention—older cats. 

Here is my story. While I am not a senior cat–approximately four years, seven months old–I am an older cat. I was handed over to Fairview Lodge Animal Shelter about two years, seven months ago. My history before that is unknown. I was at the shelter for about two years until I was brought into my foster mummy’s home to get more one-on-one care. The Fairview shelter is really for larger animals like horses and farm animals, and not for cats. My foster mummy was loving and caring towards me. I love my foster mummy. 

I did not get along with one of the other cats, though. My foster mummy thought it would be good for me to find my own home. I was put up for adoption, with my bio and photo put on Instagram. Mummy saw my picture on Instagram. She wanted to give a home to an older cat who really needed a home. I had been at my foster mummy’s home for seven months when I met mummy. I hid from Mummy due to Barbara, another cat, being in a large crate in the room. She had an injured leg that was healing, so she couldn’t be moved to another room. Barbara is a very outgoing and friendly cat, and it upset me to be in a room with her. Mummy said that she understood that I didn’t know her and I might be shy. 

My foster mummy said to me, “Don’t you want to go to your new home?” I willingly went into the carry box and was taken to my new mummy’s home. She was given medicine for my weepy eyes and promised support in case I had trouble settling in. I was brave and didn’t cry in the car. Mummy knows that there is nothing better than gaining the love and trust of a kitty, so she wasn’t worried about me being shy. After only three days, I wanted to get out of my bedroom, so I was let out to do a little exploration. I enjoyed that. Then Grandma went away for a few days, and it was just Mummy and me. I was fully settled in by the time Grandma returned. I love it here in my new home.