Cats are the natural companions of intellectuals. They are silent watchers of dreams, inspiration, and patient research.
--- Dr. Fernand Mery
About Me
- Wings Like Eagles....
- PJ's a native of Louisiana - lovea those LSU Tigers and New Orleans Saints - and Sukiey is the kitty cat that lives with PJ.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Ins-purr-ation for Cat Lovers
Cats have an infallible understanding of total concentration - and get between you and it.
---- Arthur Bridges
Friday, March 25, 2011
Ins-purr-ation for Cat Lovers
Sign seen in a veterinarian's office:
ALL CHILDREN LEFT UNATTENDED
WILL BE GIVEN A FREE KITTEN.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
SRHC
Mom says I'm an SRHC. She says that stands for Spoiled Rotten Hound Cat. Hey, I'm just a cat and I do what cats do! If I'm spoiled rotten, then it's Mom's fault!
Monday, March 21, 2011
Mom's Foot/Ankle
Mom injured her right foot/ankle again last week - and Sunday it was really bothering her. She stayed off of it as much as possible. She mostly laid on the bed with it elevated and she put an ice pack on it. I knew she didn't feel good, but I tried to keep her company as best as I could.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Ins-purr-ation for Cat Lovers
The cat could very well be man's best friend
but would never stoop to admitting it.
-- Doug Larson
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
How to Train a Human
http://archive.mail-list.com/petwarmers/message/20110316.134804.39b4afbe.en.html
When you first acquire your human family, it a big help if you
are a cute little puppy. (Not that you can't train them once you reach
doghood, but it takes longer. They expect more from an adult.)
Humans train easier if you give them lots of big ole sloppy kisses
to reward them when they get something right.
When I arrived at my forever home, I was a cutie, weighing in at
two pounds at eight weeks old. A little Rat Terrier, brown and white
spotted like a Pinto pony, plus giving lots of kisses to everyone --it
made me an attractive package.
Once you have gotten this far, and won their trust, the next step
is in basic training.
When you first acquire your human family, it a big help if you
are a cute little puppy. (Not that you can't train them once you reach
doghood, but it takes longer. They expect more from an adult.)
Humans train easier if you give them lots of big ole sloppy kisses
to reward them when they get something right.
When I arrived at my forever home, I was a cutie, weighing in at
two pounds at eight weeks old. A little Rat Terrier, brown and white
spotted like a Pinto pony, plus giving lots of kisses to everyone --it
made me an attractive package.
Once you have gotten this far, and won their trust, the next step
is in basic training.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Ins-purr-ation for Cat Lovers
Unlike us, cats never outgrow their delight in cat capacities,
nor do they settle finally for limitations. Cats, I think,
live out their lives fulfilling their expectations.
-- Irving Townsend
Friday, March 11, 2011
Ins-purr-ation for Cat Lovers
To anyone who has ever been owned by a cat,
it will come as no surprise that there are all sorts of things
about your cat you will never, as long as you live, forget.
Not the least of these is your first sight of him or her.
--- Cleveland Amory
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Stormy Night
It was a stormy night last night here in Central Mississippi. Our housemate kept bringing Rusty in and out of her bedroom - she was stashing him in her bathroom because he's afraid of thunder and lightning. One time I was in the hallway when she opened the door to bring him in and it was like oops!! He's big and so I'm afraid of him. I went scurrying back into Mom's bedroom even though he didn't try to come after me [he was on a leash] and it was a little while before I would come out from under the bed. Mom was in bed reading. I figured with her in there doing that, I was safe from him, so I joined her in the bed. She petted me and reassured me that I was safe and that she loves me.
Ins-purr-ation for Cat Lovers
Ash Wednesday
I'd like to think I owned the cat,
that condescends to share my flat;
I give him of my rationed food
and cater to his every mood.
I'd like to think he'd go to seed
if I weren't there to meet his need
And yet the fact is plain to see --
that pesky, doggone cat owns me!
-- Ruth M. Outwater
I'd like to think I owned the cat,
that condescends to share my flat;
I give him of my rationed food
and cater to his every mood.
I'd like to think he'd go to seed
if I weren't there to meet his need
And yet the fact is plain to see --
that pesky, doggone cat owns me!
-- Ruth M. Outwater
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Ins-purr-ation for Cat Lovers
Purring would seem to be...an automatic safety-valve device for dealing with happiness overflow. Whose happiness "automatic safety valve" might you trigger today with a phone call or a visit?
-- Monica Edwards
-- Monica Edwards
Monday, March 7, 2011
Rusty and the Brownies
Yesterday that retriever we live with, Rusty, took a notion to get into the brownies our housemate had baked Saturday night. She and Mom had left them in the pan on the kitchen counter covered with tin foil. After eating lunch, Mom came back to our bedroom and joined me.
She had a bad headache and so she laid down and took a long nap and woke up feeling better, but not completely over the headache. When she went back out to the kitchen, she found our housemate in there and she told Mom that Rusty had tried to get into the brownies. She had been on the couch in the den watching TV, reading the newspaper and half dozing off when she heard a noise in the kitchen and got up to check it out.
She found Rusty with the tin foil off of the pan and in his mouth. He hadn't gotten into the brownies themselves - thank goodness! She got the tin foil away from him and threw it away then covered the pan with Saran wrap and relocated the brownies to on top of the stove at the back where Rusty wouldn't be able to reach them.
Fortunately no harm - no foul. Mom says that chocolate isn't good for doggies and for kitties - she won't let me have any.
She had a bad headache and so she laid down and took a long nap and woke up feeling better, but not completely over the headache. When she went back out to the kitchen, she found our housemate in there and she told Mom that Rusty had tried to get into the brownies. She had been on the couch in the den watching TV, reading the newspaper and half dozing off when she heard a noise in the kitchen and got up to check it out.
She found Rusty with the tin foil off of the pan and in his mouth. He hadn't gotten into the brownies themselves - thank goodness! She got the tin foil away from him and threw it away then covered the pan with Saran wrap and relocated the brownies to on top of the stove at the back where Rusty wouldn't be able to reach them.
Fortunately no harm - no foul. Mom says that chocolate isn't good for doggies and for kitties - she won't let me have any.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Ins-purr-ation for Cat Lovers
If the pull of the outside world is strong, there is also a pull toward the human. The cat may disappear on its own errands, but sooner or later, it returns once again for a little while, to greet us with its own type of love. -- Lloyd Alexander
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