She looks like she spent the afternoon in a French cafe drinking coffee! Her little barret and dirty nose! How cute she is. And of course she falls asleep, it’s hard work being so cute!
your right she is sssssssssssssssssssssss000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 cccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttteeeeeeee
What a beautiful kitten. She looks like my little Emily. I wonder if she also has a fluffy black tail. And I have her long white hair on every piece of clothing I own.
*Ernie’s not the cat he used to be*
Al Martinez
Los Angeles Times
I can’t believe that in the scope of great events, the one question that seems to be on the minds of a good many people out there is whether or not I had my cat neutered.
Even as President Bush was risking his life by going to Iraq, as fraud was discovered in FEMA’s bumbling assistance in post-Katrina New Orleans, as L.A.’s urban garden was being reverted by force to its previous owner, angry e-mailers were flooding me with invective over an animal’s sex change
This all began when I expressed reluctance to having Ernie, which is our cat’s name, neutered for fear that emasculating him would alter his personality. Not exactly a sex change, I guess, but, I asked, what’s a male without his cojones?
It was a column intended, as one writer said, to be cute, not to challenge the apparently deep moral convictions of animal activists whose primary concern is whether or not America’s male cats have testicles.
Response to my comments came from across the country, leading me to believe there must exist some kind of national organization of militant cat watchers who are ever on the alert for those of us who appear to be anti-neutralites. I was right.
Members of various feral cat coalitions and alliances pounced on me like female leopards in the rutting season, pointing out that there were 70 million feral cats roaming about in the U.S. and their number was growing.
Not since the days of the John Birch Society have I been attacked in unison by those who felt I was a danger to the welfare of the republic for one reason or another, although for the Birchers it was my presumed lack of cojones, not my cat’s. I was soft on communism because I didn’t want to, well, neutralize them with H-bombs.
Several e-mailers claimed that we are being overrun with feral cats due to the aggressive sexual tendencies of unneutered males to impregnate the females wandering around luring them on with teasing whips of their tantalizing tails. A telephone caller, so angry she could hardly talk, said that a pair of breeding cats could produce 420,000 offspring over a seven-year period. When I passed the figures on to Ernie, he smiled.
The writers imply that if we allow this to continue, undomesticated felines, lacking the milder temperament of castrated house cats, will overrun our cities and our neighborhoods, threatening our children, killing our birds and keeping us awake all night with their incessant erotic yowling.
What finally persuaded me to geld Ernie was not the implied threats of the cat guerrillas but the fact that one morning, for no reason at all, he bit me. I was not the first victim of his mercurial nature, but I considered myself his special friend. He was sitting peacefully on my lap when, for reasons of his own, he dug his teeth into my arm.
I felt betrayed. Being bitten by one’s animal friend was the emotional equivalent of discovering that your wife was having an affair with a Republican. “No, no,” your mind screams, “it cannot be!” But it was. I dumped Ernie off my lap, treated my wound and called our vet. Two days later, Ernie was Ernestine. The word “neuter” is from the Latin meaning “neither,” which is what Ernie had become.
When I responded to one e-mailer telling her what I had done, word went out on the cat-neutering wire and messages of “Bravo!” flew toward me through cyberspace. But their affection was not what I had sought in having Ernie altered. I just wanted a cat that wasn’t going to go around biting every member of the family, which he was threatening to do. Our 4-year-old grandson, Joshua, carries the lid of a pan with him when he’s here as a shield against any possible attacks by Ernie.
When we brought the cat home from the vet, he slept a good deal and then he prowled silently through the house, pausing occasionally to flash me an accusatory scowl. The silence bothered me most. He had been a talkative cat, awakening us each morning by jumping up by our heads and yowling.
“We’ve robbed him of his meow,” I said.
“He’ll meow again,” Cinelli said. “You can’t keep a good man down or a good cat quiet.”
Sure enough, sooner than I expected, he was not only yowling again but was up to his old tricks of chewing up paper coming from my printer and leaping from a hiding place to grab my ankle as if to tackle me to the floor. He has also bitten once, but I think it’s just his way of saying hello. A cat’s form of belly-bumping.
I hope Ernie’s neutering placates those whose missionary quest is the emasculation of every cat in America. When that’s accomplished, I suggest that they turn their attention to a similar quest in Washington, D.C., where the abundance of testosterone is doing more damage in the world than Ernie could have ever done. Maybe they’d even stop biting.
ok, I haven’t posted before, but that is fantastic! Of course I’m pro neutering. I even refer to the elder meezer as a eunuch. The baby will be receiving the same in 3 weeks. I’ve submitted his pic and will let you know if and when he goes into rotation
Not to put too fine a point on it, Dee, but this writer’s an idiot. Heat is fun for neither the animal nor you. Now, I could see if the argument was that a neuter/spay program could be too successful and we could be deprived of the little buggers forever (now that would be a tragedy) but somehow I don’t see that happening anytime soon.
I sorta know how he feels, about getting his cat fixed. When I got all of mine fixed, some of them were quite miffed at me! They would stay away from me and give me dirty looks!When I got my cat Missy spayed, she was mad at me, for about a month. After that, she became sweet toward me. I said, you finally forgive me?! lol
Hi Dee,
I am sorry that the fanatics got ahold of you. I am glad that you got your cat neutered. For me the main reason to get a cat altered is so they don’t spray their scent all over the place, and the tendency to reproduce a great deal. Beyond that, what you do is your business. One piece of advice, try to stay away from fanatics, they have a tendency to stir up trouble.
SORRY YOU WERE INVADED BY DOLTS… TO NEUTER OR NOT IS A PURELY PERSONAL DECISION, EITHER PREDICATED BY YOUR OWN VIEWS, OR , FOR THE HEALTH OF YOUR FUZZY PALS. NOT ALL MALE CATS BECOME MEAN OR UNRULY JUST BECAUSE THEY STILL HAVE THEIR SPARK-PLUGS…A CASE IN POINT, I WAS OWNED BY AN ORANGE TOM FOR MANY YEARS,(NAMED BUCKSHOT, ANOTHER STORY…) WHO WAS THE MOST MANNERLY, WELL-BEHAVED GENTLEMAN FUZZ IT HAS EVER BEEN MY PLEASURE TO KNOW. HE NEVER BIT, NEVER MESSED IN THE HOUSE(EXCEPT AT PRESENT-WRAPPING TIME), AND WAS A LOYAL FRIEND FOR 13 YEARS. HE WAS INTACT, HEALTHY AND LOVING UNTIL HE HAD TO INVESTIGATE THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RAINBOW BRIDGE. LUCK, DANCING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DREAM FIELDS, “BUCKAROO”.
HAHAHAHA, I’m copying this and sending it to my cat-lovin’ friends. And have you noticed it is always the male who is uncomfortable with neutering? NO ONE IS DOING IT TO YOU! What a maroob!
This little munchkin is so stinkin’ cute I could smother her with kisses, especially on that little pink and caramel nose of hers. What joy she must bring you.
Dr Samuel Johnson: Compiler of the first dictionary. Johnson had a pet cat named Hodge whom he fed oysters and other luxurious treats.
Edgar Allan Poe: Author. Poe used cats as symbols of the sinister in several of his stories, although he himself owned and loved cats. He used his tortoiseshell cat “Catarina” as the inspiration for his story ‘The Black Cat’. Catarina was a house cat and during the winter of 1846 when Poe was destitute and his wife dying of tuberculosis, Catarina would curl up on the bed with the dying woman and provide warmth.
Florence Nightingale: Humanitarian. Florence owned a large Persian cat named “Bismarck”. She owned more than 60 cats in her lifetime.
Prophet Mohammed. The prophet Mohammed loved cats. The story is told that at one day when he was being called to pray he noticed his cat, Muezza sleeping on the folds of his sleeve. Rather than disturb the sleeping cat, Mohammed cut off the sleeve of his robe.
Pope Leo XII. Pope Leo owned a grayish-red cat with black stripes called Micette. Micette was born in the Vatican and lived with the Pope.
Horace Wadpole: British Essayist. Horace Wadpole wrote lovingly about his cats.
Eyptian Sultan. A thirteenth century Egyptian sultan left his entire fortune to the needy cats of Cairo. For many years afterwards homeless cats received a free meal daily.
Rutherford B Hayes: US President. The first Siamese cat brought to the United States was a gift to the President.
T.S. Elliot: Nobel Prize-winning British Poet and Playwright. T.S. Eliot was a cat lover and he wrote an entire book of poems about cats. His “Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats” was set to music by Andrew Lloyd Weber and became the long-running musical, Cats.
Theodore Roosevelt. Theodore had a polydactyl grey cat called “Slippers”.
Theophile Steinlen: Swiss Artist. Steinlen’s Paris home was known as “CatsCorner”.
Petrarch: Poet. Petrarch was said to have been even more devoted to his cat than to the memory of his great love, Laura.
Vanna White: TV Celebrity. The world-famous letter turner owns two cats that she mentions frequently on “Wheel of Fortune”.
Victor Hugo: Author. Hugo is considered the greatest author in the history of French literature. He wrote fondly in his diary about his cats.
Harriet Beecher Stowe: American Author. Harriet had a large cat called Calvin. He arrived on Harriet’s doorstep one day, moved in, took over the household, demanding food and asserting his rights. Harriet enjoyed his company and Calvin often sat on her shoulder as she wrote.
Other Famous Authors who loved and owned cats: Mark Twain, Paul Gallico, H.H. Munro, Walter de la Mare, Thomas Hardy, Lewis Carroll, Beatrix Potter, H.G. Wells, and W.B. Yeats.
Patrick Stewart found his beloved cat (which he named ‘Bella’) on the set of STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION (1987).
Halle Berry fell in love with her cat Play-Doh while on the set of her movie, “Catwoman”.
Art Bell owns four cats and often talks about them on his show.
How cute she is. My cat Ainge when she was a kitten would fall asleep with her head in her food bowl. She would start out kneading on both sides of the bowl as she was eating and then just pass out. Kittens are so cute and funny. Tessa is adorable.
*from The Kitten and The Falling Leaves
William Wordsworth*
– See the kitten on the wall, sporting with the leaves that fall,
Withered leaves–one–two–and three, from the lofty elder-tree!
Through the calm and frosty air, of this morning bright and fair…
–But the kitten, how she starts; Crouches, stretches, paws, and darts!
First at one, and then its fellow, just as light and just as yellow;
There are many now–now one–now they stop and there are none;
What intenseness of desire, in her upward eye of fire!
With a tiger-leap half way, now she meets the coming prey,
Lets it go as fast, and then, has it in her power again:
Now she works with three or four, like an Indian Conjuror;
Quick as he in feats of art, far beyond in joy of heart …
Hi Dee! I loved the stories and especially the little poem. The poem reminds me of my cats when I go outside, they love to play with the leaves and anything else that MOVES!
What a great story! And a reminder to put a life jacket on your dog while boating…
*Couple Fishing Catches Drowning Dog*
Dog Had Fallen Off Owner’s Boat
POSTED: 5:42 am PDT October 24, 2006
KEY LARGO, Fla. — Ray Truche Jr. and Lisa Largrassa fished for hours in Key Largo and didn’t catch anything — except a drowning dog.
Motoring their 23-foot fishing boat earlier this month on Florida Bay, the two hit something unusual and turned around to check.
“I looked over at my girlfriend and said, ‘What was that?’ ” Truche said. He turned their boat around and headed toward the object. “As we came back upon it, I realized it was a little fat dog,” Truche told The Keys News. “It was having trouble keeping its head above water. Its big eyes were looking at us. It was almost as if it was saying, ‘Don’t leave me here!’ ”
The couple leaned over the boat and made their only catch of the day: a 5-year-old cairn terrier named Tigger.
Truche said there was no dry land in sight.
Tigger was apparently thrown from Diane and Richard Beckman’s boat on their way from Key Largo to Marathon, Fla. They said once they realized Tigger was missing from their boat, they searched for him for more than two hours.
“We went back and forth, back and forth,” Diane told the paper. “Finally we just gave up, because we thought he couldn’t have survived in the water for that long. I was just heartbroken. ”
After calling the number on the dog’s tag and unsuccessfully trying to reach the family, Truche and Largrassa dropped the dog off at the Upper Keys Animal Shelter.
Diane was elated when she got home and listened to her messages. She went quickly to pick up Tigger.
“He was so terrified. As soon as he realized it was me, he jumped in my arms and wouldn’t let go,” Diane told the paper.
The pet owner said she made a mistake and she hopes others will learn from it.
“Please tell dog owners not to take their dog out on a boat without a life jacket,” Diane said. “Mine had a happy ending, but most don’t.”
Little Tessa is the absolute cutest kitten!! I wish I could give her a hug!!
I have a little kitty named Tessie who is not so little anymore. She was 4 weeks old when we found her and we had to bottle feed her. I miss that!
Tessa is so precious and beautiful, such a cute picture. She makes me want to go snuggle a kitty or 2, or more! That is what I’m fixing to do. Feed my kitties and play and snuggle them! I look forward to a lap full of furbabies!! I had 5 in my lap the other day.
What an adorable, fuzzy little baby!! Yes, she looks like a big fluffy cotton ball. We want to give her a big but gentle hug and kiss! May the Lord bless you and this precious sweetie always.
I love watching when kittens or cats fall asleep. My first cat, Whiskers who I got when she was six weeks old, like to sit on my chest. She would fall asleep to the rithym of my breathing. Nothing more peaceful than having your kitten on your chest sleeping and doing the kitten dream dance (paws twitching as if they are running or playing in their dreams).
Hope you have many wonderful years with your wonderful furry buddy.
Tess sure does look like a ball of cotton, but sweetheart wouldn’t you be more comfortable laying down sleeping. I would think it would be more restful. Or maybe there is a very small cat nap before getting started all over again playing. She is a real cutie.
Our little Tessa, 4 weeks old, falls asleep sitting up quite often. She looks like a little ball of cotton!
Sleepy SnowballFuzz!!!:)
*Narcoleptic Fuzz!* (schnooort)
Oh my goodness… look at that muzzle… the caramel… must smooch!
*”even the coffee won’t keep me awake!” Fuzz*
*Please don’t use the flash FUZZ*
OMG - how sweet is that!!! She’s sooooo cute!!!
I love this cutie. She is soooo adorable!
Can I have him?
What a sleeping beauty.
Tessa, Tessa, sweet Tessa! Did she at some point fall face first into a bowl of caramel?
Belly kisses for this adorable little fuzz bucket please :))
She looks like she spent the afternoon in a French cafe drinking coffee! Her little barret and dirty nose! How cute she is. And of course she falls asleep, it’s hard work being so cute!
Cute little sleeping snow-baby. She needs lots and lots of love and kisses!
Oh, that just DEMANDS a wuzzle. What a sweet little sugar-baby!!!
Ohhhh, sweet tessafuzz…………..little snowy kitten, you are adorable.
Tessa! Sleepy little kit…how precious! Must pick her up and snorgle!
Oh, Tessa…that sweet little pink nose needs a kiss!
Kittens just don’t get any cuter than this little ball of white fluff.
Aren’t cats amazing? Tearing around like crazy then the switch is thrown and they are asleep in an instant.
your right she is sssssssssssssssssssssss000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 cccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttteeeeeeee
What a beautiful kitten. She looks like my little Emily. I wonder if she also has a fluffy black tail. And I have her long white hair on every piece of clothing I own.
AWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!
shyness fuzz! lol
I’m re-posting this very funny article…
*Ernie’s not the cat he used to be*
Al Martinez
Los Angeles Times
I can’t believe that in the scope of great events, the one question that seems to be on the minds of a good many people out there is whether or not I had my cat neutered.
Even as President Bush was risking his life by going to Iraq, as fraud was discovered in FEMA’s bumbling assistance in post-Katrina New Orleans, as L.A.’s urban garden was being reverted by force to its previous owner, angry e-mailers were flooding me with invective over an animal’s sex change
This all began when I expressed reluctance to having Ernie, which is our cat’s name, neutered for fear that emasculating him would alter his personality. Not exactly a sex change, I guess, but, I asked, what’s a male without his cojones?
It was a column intended, as one writer said, to be cute, not to challenge the apparently deep moral convictions of animal activists whose primary concern is whether or not America’s male cats have testicles.
Response to my comments came from across the country, leading me to believe there must exist some kind of national organization of militant cat watchers who are ever on the alert for those of us who appear to be anti-neutralites. I was right.
Members of various feral cat coalitions and alliances pounced on me like female leopards in the rutting season, pointing out that there were 70 million feral cats roaming about in the U.S. and their number was growing.
Not since the days of the John Birch Society have I been attacked in unison by those who felt I was a danger to the welfare of the republic for one reason or another, although for the Birchers it was my presumed lack of cojones, not my cat’s. I was soft on communism because I didn’t want to, well, neutralize them with H-bombs.
Several e-mailers claimed that we are being overrun with feral cats due to the aggressive sexual tendencies of unneutered males to impregnate the females wandering around luring them on with teasing whips of their tantalizing tails. A telephone caller, so angry she could hardly talk, said that a pair of breeding cats could produce 420,000 offspring over a seven-year period. When I passed the figures on to Ernie, he smiled.
The writers imply that if we allow this to continue, undomesticated felines, lacking the milder temperament of castrated house cats, will overrun our cities and our neighborhoods, threatening our children, killing our birds and keeping us awake all night with their incessant erotic yowling.
What finally persuaded me to geld Ernie was not the implied threats of the cat guerrillas but the fact that one morning, for no reason at all, he bit me. I was not the first victim of his mercurial nature, but I considered myself his special friend. He was sitting peacefully on my lap when, for reasons of his own, he dug his teeth into my arm.
I felt betrayed. Being bitten by one’s animal friend was the emotional equivalent of discovering that your wife was having an affair with a Republican. “No, no,” your mind screams, “it cannot be!” But it was. I dumped Ernie off my lap, treated my wound and called our vet. Two days later, Ernie was Ernestine. The word “neuter” is from the Latin meaning “neither,” which is what Ernie had become.
When I responded to one e-mailer telling her what I had done, word went out on the cat-neutering wire and messages of “Bravo!” flew toward me through cyberspace. But their affection was not what I had sought in having Ernie altered. I just wanted a cat that wasn’t going to go around biting every member of the family, which he was threatening to do. Our 4-year-old grandson, Joshua, carries the lid of a pan with him when he’s here as a shield against any possible attacks by Ernie.
When we brought the cat home from the vet, he slept a good deal and then he prowled silently through the house, pausing occasionally to flash me an accusatory scowl. The silence bothered me most. He had been a talkative cat, awakening us each morning by jumping up by our heads and yowling.
“We’ve robbed him of his meow,” I said.
“He’ll meow again,” Cinelli said. “You can’t keep a good man down or a good cat quiet.”
Sure enough, sooner than I expected, he was not only yowling again but was up to his old tricks of chewing up paper coming from my printer and leaping from a hiding place to grab my ankle as if to tackle me to the floor. He has also bitten once, but I think it’s just his way of saying hello. A cat’s form of belly-bumping.
I hope Ernie’s neutering placates those whose missionary quest is the emasculation of every cat in America. When that’s accomplished, I suggest that they turn their attention to a similar quest in Washington, D.C., where the abundance of testosterone is doing more damage in the world than Ernie could have ever done. Maybe they’d even stop biting.
ok, I haven’t posted before, but that is fantastic! Of course I’m pro neutering. I even refer to the elder meezer as a eunuch. The baby will be receiving the same in 3 weeks. I’ve submitted his pic and will let you know if and when he goes into rotation
Not to put too fine a point on it, Dee, but this writer’s an idiot. Heat is fun for neither the animal nor you. Now, I could see if the argument was that a neuter/spay program could be too successful and we could be deprived of the little buggers forever (now that would be a tragedy) but somehow I don’t see that happening anytime soon.
I sorta know how he feels, about getting his cat fixed. When I got all of mine fixed, some of them were quite miffed at me! They would stay away from me and give me dirty looks!When I got my cat Missy spayed, she was mad at me, for about a month. After that, she became sweet toward me. I said, you finally forgive me?! lol
Hi Dee,
I am sorry that the fanatics got ahold of you. I am glad that you got your cat neutered. For me the main reason to get a cat altered is so they don’t spray their scent all over the place, and the tendency to reproduce a great deal. Beyond that, what you do is your business. One piece of advice, try to stay away from fanatics, they have a tendency to stir up trouble.
SORRY YOU WERE INVADED BY DOLTS… TO NEUTER OR NOT IS A PURELY PERSONAL DECISION, EITHER PREDICATED BY YOUR OWN VIEWS, OR , FOR THE HEALTH OF YOUR FUZZY PALS. NOT ALL MALE CATS BECOME MEAN OR UNRULY JUST BECAUSE THEY STILL HAVE THEIR SPARK-PLUGS…A CASE IN POINT, I WAS OWNED BY AN ORANGE TOM FOR MANY YEARS,(NAMED BUCKSHOT, ANOTHER STORY…) WHO WAS THE MOST MANNERLY, WELL-BEHAVED GENTLEMAN FUZZ IT HAS EVER BEEN MY PLEASURE TO KNOW. HE NEVER BIT, NEVER MESSED IN THE HOUSE(EXCEPT AT PRESENT-WRAPPING TIME), AND WAS A LOYAL FRIEND FOR 13 YEARS. HE WAS INTACT, HEALTHY AND LOVING UNTIL HE HAD TO INVESTIGATE THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RAINBOW BRIDGE. LUCK, DANCING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DREAM FIELDS, “BUCKAROO”.
HAHAHAHA, I’m copying this and sending it to my cat-lovin’ friends. And have you noticed it is always the male who is uncomfortable with neutering? NO ONE IS DOING IT TO YOU! What a maroob!
Guys! It’s not Dee’s cat that was neutered in the story! Pay attention!
This little munchkin is so stinkin’ cute I could smother her with kisses, especially on that little pink and caramel nose of hers. What joy she must bring you.
Bless you little Tessa.
Big floofy sleeping paws!
CATATONIC FUZZ
Dr Samuel Johnson: Compiler of the first dictionary. Johnson had a pet cat named Hodge whom he fed oysters and other luxurious treats.
Edgar Allan Poe: Author. Poe used cats as symbols of the sinister in several of his stories, although he himself owned and loved cats. He used his tortoiseshell cat “Catarina” as the inspiration for his story ‘The Black Cat’. Catarina was a house cat and during the winter of 1846 when Poe was destitute and his wife dying of tuberculosis, Catarina would curl up on the bed with the dying woman and provide warmth.
Florence Nightingale: Humanitarian. Florence owned a large Persian cat named “Bismarck”. She owned more than 60 cats in her lifetime.
Prophet Mohammed. The prophet Mohammed loved cats. The story is told that at one day when he was being called to pray he noticed his cat, Muezza sleeping on the folds of his sleeve. Rather than disturb the sleeping cat, Mohammed cut off the sleeve of his robe.
Pope Leo XII. Pope Leo owned a grayish-red cat with black stripes called Micette. Micette was born in the Vatican and lived with the Pope.
Horace Wadpole: British Essayist. Horace Wadpole wrote lovingly about his cats.
Eyptian Sultan. A thirteenth century Egyptian sultan left his entire fortune to the needy cats of Cairo. For many years afterwards homeless cats received a free meal daily.
Rutherford B Hayes: US President. The first Siamese cat brought to the United States was a gift to the President.
T.S. Elliot: Nobel Prize-winning British Poet and Playwright. T.S. Eliot was a cat lover and he wrote an entire book of poems about cats. His “Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats” was set to music by Andrew Lloyd Weber and became the long-running musical, Cats.
Theodore Roosevelt. Theodore had a polydactyl grey cat called “Slippers”.
Theophile Steinlen: Swiss Artist. Steinlen’s Paris home was known as “CatsCorner”.
Petrarch: Poet. Petrarch was said to have been even more devoted to his cat than to the memory of his great love, Laura.
Vanna White: TV Celebrity. The world-famous letter turner owns two cats that she mentions frequently on “Wheel of Fortune”.
Victor Hugo: Author. Hugo is considered the greatest author in the history of French literature. He wrote fondly in his diary about his cats.
Harriet Beecher Stowe: American Author. Harriet had a large cat called Calvin. He arrived on Harriet’s doorstep one day, moved in, took over the household, demanding food and asserting his rights. Harriet enjoyed his company and Calvin often sat on her shoulder as she wrote.
Other Famous Authors who loved and owned cats: Mark Twain, Paul Gallico, H.H. Munro, Walter de la Mare, Thomas Hardy, Lewis Carroll, Beatrix Potter, H.G. Wells, and W.B. Yeats.
Patrick Stewart found his beloved cat (which he named ‘Bella’) on the set of STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION (1987).
Halle Berry fell in love with her cat Play-Doh while on the set of her movie, “Catwoman”.
Art Bell owns four cats and often talks about them on his show.
SSSHHHHHHHH you lot! You will wake little Tessa!
With the new year approaching, the following link has a great assortment of cat calendars!
http://www.best-cat-tips.com/cat_calendars.htm
Can I get a pillow and a blanket? FUZZ
How cute she is. My cat Ainge when she was a kitten would fall asleep with her head in her food bowl. She would start out kneading on both sides of the bowl as she was eating and then just pass out. Kittens are so cute and funny. Tessa is adorable.
Either that or rush off to the litter box. I had a little boy who used to do that. Play, play, play … whoops!!!! Frantic dash to the litter box!
Oh! so darn cute! hope you and your kitty live a long long long life!
What a cute little sleepy kitty!
*Questions that people have asked on a pet food company’s 800 help line*
My cat just came in from the garage and I was
wondering - how many calories are there in a mouse?
I have a neutered male cat. How old should he be
before I can breed him?
How can I keep my cat from stealing my husband’s
toothbrush?
My cat passed a stool on the indoor rug and it’s
stuck in the vacum cleaner. Any suggestions?
How do I stop my cat from giving food to the dog?
Do you know how to toilet train a cat?
*from The Kitten and The Falling Leaves
William Wordsworth*
– See the kitten on the wall, sporting with the leaves that fall,
Withered leaves–one–two–and three, from the lofty elder-tree!
Through the calm and frosty air, of this morning bright and fair…
–But the kitten, how she starts; Crouches, stretches, paws, and darts!
First at one, and then its fellow, just as light and just as yellow;
There are many now–now one–now they stop and there are none;
What intenseness of desire, in her upward eye of fire!
With a tiger-leap half way, now she meets the coming prey,
Lets it go as fast, and then, has it in her power again:
Now she works with three or four, like an Indian Conjuror;
Quick as he in feats of art, far beyond in joy of heart …
Hi Dee! I loved the stories and especially the little poem. The poem reminds me of my cats when I go outside, they love to play with the leaves and anything else that MOVES!
What a great story! And a reminder to put a life jacket on your dog while boating…
*Couple Fishing Catches Drowning Dog*
Dog Had Fallen Off Owner’s Boat
POSTED: 5:42 am PDT October 24, 2006
KEY LARGO, Fla. — Ray Truche Jr. and Lisa Largrassa fished for hours in Key Largo and didn’t catch anything — except a drowning dog.
Motoring their 23-foot fishing boat earlier this month on Florida Bay, the two hit something unusual and turned around to check.
“I looked over at my girlfriend and said, ‘What was that?’ ” Truche said. He turned their boat around and headed toward the object. “As we came back upon it, I realized it was a little fat dog,” Truche told The Keys News. “It was having trouble keeping its head above water. Its big eyes were looking at us. It was almost as if it was saying, ‘Don’t leave me here!’ ”
The couple leaned over the boat and made their only catch of the day: a 5-year-old cairn terrier named Tigger.
Truche said there was no dry land in sight.
Tigger was apparently thrown from Diane and Richard Beckman’s boat on their way from Key Largo to Marathon, Fla. They said once they realized Tigger was missing from their boat, they searched for him for more than two hours.
“We went back and forth, back and forth,” Diane told the paper. “Finally we just gave up, because we thought he couldn’t have survived in the water for that long. I was just heartbroken. ”
After calling the number on the dog’s tag and unsuccessfully trying to reach the family, Truche and Largrassa dropped the dog off at the Upper Keys Animal Shelter.
Diane was elated when she got home and listened to her messages. She went quickly to pick up Tigger.
“He was so terrified. As soon as he realized it was me, he jumped in my arms and wouldn’t let go,” Diane told the paper.
The pet owner said she made a mistake and she hopes others will learn from it.
“Please tell dog owners not to take their dog out on a boat without a life jacket,” Diane said. “Mine had a happy ending, but most don’t.”
Little Tessa is the absolute cutest kitten!! I wish I could give her a hug!!
I have a little kitty named Tessie who is not so little anymore. She was 4 weeks old when we found her and we had to bottle feed her. I miss that!
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Rosie in SA: Have you gotten any closer to the calicos at work?
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I hope your work situation improves soon!
*THE “STUFF THAT GETS ON YOUR FACE AFTER EATING CHEETOS” FUZZ*
Looks like I gotta stand in line to get to kiss little Tessa fuzz. That’s ok.. for that little cutie, I could stand in line all day for a kiss
Leaaannning tower of SNOW BALL FUZZZ.
Tessa is so precious and beautiful, such a cute picture. She makes me want to go snuggle a kitty or 2, or more! That is what I’m fixing to do. Feed my kitties and play and snuggle them! I look forward to a lap full of furbabies!! I had 5 in my lap the other day.
awww she does look like a fuzzy cottonball! she’s so cute sleeping while sitting up. kittens are a riot!
she is sooo cute i remember the first time i held my kitten i bet it was a mirracle for you though!!!!!
nice words
isnt she the CUTEST thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What an adorable, fuzzy little baby!! Yes, she looks like a big fluffy cotton ball. We want to give her a big but gentle hug and kiss! May the Lord bless you and this precious sweetie always.
Sweet little cotton fluffle! Tooooo cute!
Smoochie fluffy caramel kitty nose. Kiss, kiss!
There is only one word for Tessa, AHHHHH! She is adorable; so cute,sweet,fluffy & cuddley.
Can I get a big grin!!???!
TESSA IS A CUTIE, A LITTLE BALL OF FLUFF. I HOPE YOU HAVE MANY HAPPY YEARS WITH YOUR NEW KITTIE
WHAT A SWEETIE PIE!! I WOULD LOVE TO JUST GIVE HER LOTS OF KISSES!!
Tessa is so precious! I wish you all the best. Kisses and hugs to Tessa!
I love watching when kittens or cats fall asleep. My first cat, Whiskers who I got when she was six weeks old, like to sit on my chest. She would fall asleep to the rithym of my breathing. Nothing more peaceful than having your kitten on your chest sleeping and doing the kitten dream dance (paws twitching as if they are running or playing in their dreams).
Hope you have many wonderful years with your wonderful furry buddy.
Tess sure does look like a ball of cotton, but sweetheart wouldn’t you be more comfortable laying down sleeping. I would think it would be more restful. Or maybe there is a very small cat nap before getting started all over again playing. She is a real cutie.
What a cutie pie! I love the spot on her head and the smudge of caramel on her lips!
sleepy pie fuzzy… zzzzzzzz
LITTLE FUZZY WAS!
What a nice, sweet thing:-))
Kisses
Angela
she looks like an absolute angel!!! it’s so cute seeing her asleep like that!
that is a really cute cat omg
I have a cat named Lola, who looks EXACTLY like this cat! They could be long lost twins!!!!!!!!!