what?

What a little puff ball! The camera angle make him look like he’s all head

Well, i got a little bit of it of gorgeous Nicolau’s bio. Something about being 2 months old and very smart. Playing alot but when it is time to sleep.

esperto = smart
brinca = play
dormir = to sleep

You are a beautiful little baby. In english or Portuguese!

Cute Kitty! The Portugese loses me though. All I know is that he’s from Brazil.

Nicolau is very handsome. Love his fluffy ginger fur amber eyes and sweet pink nose. Lots of kisses little gato!
International Fuzz.

Oh! I wanted to add this for all of you on TDK. I had been having problems with my newly adopted cat, Tiger (he’s 7 and I’ve had him for 4 months and am his fourth and FINAL home) and the litter box. I had brought him to the vet, got bigger and bigger boxes, scooped 2-3 times a day, nothing seemed to work. the stuff I got to take the smell out of the carpet seemed to make it worse. I finally stumbled upon Dr. Elsey’s Cat Attract litter and Tiger has been in the litter box for over a month now! Really amazing. Not once has he gone out of the box since using it. just a helpful hint if anyone else encounters a similar problem.

Poor Google Translation

Nicholas is a Persian cat who deferred payment in Recife, Pernambuco, Brazil. It has only 2 months, but he is injured as it only. Smart, he adores to play with that if he moves. Treloso, goes up in the plants and is very sluggish. It plays, plays, but in the hour to sleep, it leaves low!

Hope it clears something up. Once again, it just goes to show you that cute kittens span the world.

Very sweet baby…. !
I have a good joke for you all today…..
What is a cat’s favorite color?

Purrrrrrrple!!!!!

http://www.knitemare.org/cats/

Enjoy^^ and Nicolau is adorable… I wish there’s 1 here at work right now

I’ve always thought Portuguese was a gorgeous language, and now we see that Brazil has gorgeous kittens to go with its beautiful language! His eyes are incredible. What a sweetie! (How do you say “sweetie” in Portuguese?? Probably has an x in it somewhere. And an o.)

what a cute orange furrball

babelfish translation

Nicholas is a Persian cat who deferred payment in Recife, Pernambuco, Brazil. It has only 2 months, but he is injured as it only. Smart, he adores to play with that if he moves. Treloso, goes up in the plants and is very sluggish. It plays, plays, but in the hour to sleep, it leaves low!

(is that the same translation as the google?)

El gato es lindo!

Brazillian Machismo FUZZ

What beautiful eyes on that little kitty!

I’m going to impose a little shilling for a good cause– our feral cat TNR fundraiser site has some new holiday items listed. If you’re in a holiday shopping kind of mood, you might want to take a spin by and look at all neato handmade stuff our volunteers have donated.

http://www.athensalleycats.etsy.com

thanks,
Mary

Niclau é um gatinho pequeno considerável! Eu AMO apenas os tabbies macios pequenos! Pode você ter muitos anos felizes com ele! É bonito!

I used the translator— Hope it made sense.
Niclau is a handsome little kitten! I just LOVE the little fluffy tabbies! May you have many happy years with him! He is beautiful!

I’m guessing that the literal translation is lacking a bit. I think it probably says something like. We acquired Nicolas for free in Pernambuco, Brazil. He was only 2 months old and a little sick. He is very smart and plays with anything that moves. He climbs into our plants to sleep. He will play hard but when it’s time for a nap - he’s down!

Nicolas is a very handsome kitty!

My Portuguese isn’t perfect, but I think this is what it says:

Nicolau is a Persian cat who lives in Recife, Pernambuco, Brasil. He is only two months old, but he is mischievous as only he can be. Smart, he loves to jump on everything that moves. Treloso [I think this means daring] he gets on the plants and is very lazy [or rests]. He jumps and jumps, but when it’s time to sleep he just lies down.

Lovely kitty, by the way.

Orange fuzzball

Precious kitten reminds me of ours when she was a kitten ( USA ). Our orange cat is past ten years old, now. Her name is Wyotte but I fondly call her Fireball.

adorable kitty no matter what:)

Portugeuse, Smortugeuse! English is spoken the world over. Cute cat but even the translations can’t be understood.

He’s adorable in any language! Orange sherbet fuzzy,,

purring is understood in ALL languages FUZZ

This Mutts comic is SO accurate!
http://muttscomics.com/art/dailyarchive.asp?month=11&date=19&year=2006

I have to stop reading the comments and just enjoy the beautiful kittens. People who say things like Jimmye did just detract from the purpose of this site. How arrogant!

Gata bonita!

El gato es muy bonita!! viva la portuguese!

Elaine said it best. Purring is the same in any language

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This is another heart-warming short story written by Ed Kostro—I posted his “Christmas Cat” story last week….

***Turbo’s Odyssey***

By Mr. Ed
Last edited: Thursday, September 14, 2006
Posted: Thursday, September 14, 2006

We’ve all heard some of the incredible tales concerning determined and courageous lost pets who somehow manage to traverse miles of treacherous terrain to find either their homes or the loved ones they so desperately miss.

My favorite story concerns a pet pigeon. Its owner and friend was a devoted 10-year old boy. The boy became critically ill and was rushed to a hospital in a distant town. His medical prognosis was grim.

The boy’s heartbroken pet pigeon flew off into the night and somehow found the town, the hospital, and the very room his young human friend lingered in. A nurse discovered the pigeon incessantly pecking at the boy’s window the following morning. The pigeon was finally let into the room, and the young boy’s dire condition improved significantly. This was a happy ending, indeed.

The tale of Turbo the dog has a much different twist. Turbo had no home or loved one to find. He, like thousands of other unfortunate dogs and cats in America today, was born in the wild. He, like thousands of other homeless animals, was found aimlessly wandering America’s desolate Southwest, desperately searching for scraps of food.

A kind-hearted soul discovered Turbo in the desert and brought him to a tiny animal shelter on the vast Navajo Indian Reservation. He brought him to Desert Dawg Rescue. It’s a one-woman rescue operation founded by Navajo Tribal Member Sharon Morgan.

The mission of Desert Dawg is to rescue and adopt out the stray animals of the area while educating the public about the importance of spay/neuter and proper health care for pets.

Sharon had started rescuing animals while working at the Shiprock, New Mexico veterinary clinic. After the closure of the clinic in December of 1999, Sharon was left without any resources to care for her many charges. With creativity, ingenuity, and a little help from her friends, Sharon has diligently been able to continue her valiant canine rescue efforts. Today, Desert Dawg relies solely on donations from well-wishers.

A few years ago, a family visited Desert Dawg’s website and decided they wanted to adopt a dog she had at her shelter named Turbo. There was only one problem. They were in Massachusetts. Turbo was in New Mexico – 2,000 miles away.

That’s when the national Best Friends Animal Network, headquartered in Kanab, Utah, stepped in. They quickly put out the word that Turbo the Desert Dog needed speedy transportation to the East Coast. Devoted animal lovers and rescuers usually respond very quickly to these urgent pleas for help.

Within hours, a kind-hearted soul named Debi volunteered to drive Turbo from New Mexico to her home state of Missouri. Soon after, another kind-hearted soul named Charlotte volunteered to chauffer Turbo from Chicago all the way to Massachusetts.

Now, there was only one gap remaining in Turbo’s incredible cross country journey. Someone was needed to drive him from Kansas City to Chicago.

As I sat at my computer reading this urgent message from Best Friends, both my wise old cat, Buddy, and my tiny dog, Chica Blanca, were contentedly perched on my lap.

Suddenly, my two pets looked at each other and winked. Before I knew what I was doing, I had typed ‘I volunteer’ on my keyboard and hit the ‘Send’ button.

I soon began thinking that my two pets had somehow hypnotized me. I quickly snapped out of it and mumbled, “OK, you two got me into this, so both of you are going with me to fetch this dog named Turbo.”

Both my cat and my dog nodded their heads in agreement. So did my lovely spouse, when she returned home from work that evening. Obviously, everyone in our household agreed that this was a marvelous idea.

At 4 AM the next morning, the canine and the male human still thought this was an excellent idea. They were both ready to hit the road. Buddy the cat, however, opened one eye, immediately closed it, and went right back to sleep. My wife opened one eye, immediately closed it, and tried to go back to sleep. I wasn’t about to let my spouse off the hook that easy.

As husband, wife, and dog wearily trudged out the door at 5 AM to fetch Turbo, I glanced over at Buddy who was still lazily curled up on the bed. He seemed to be grinning in his sleep. He’s a crafty old cat, after all.

We met Turbo and Debi in Kansas City that afternoon. They were both delightful creatures. Soon, Turbo the Desert Dog was speeding his way north towards Chicago. The 8-hour trip was most interesting.

We soon discovered that Turbo had no idea how to maneuver in or out of a vehicle. Prior to Debbi picking him up in New Mexico, this wild desert dog had never ridden in a vehicle before.

I soon found myself having to haul Turbo’s stocky jet-black frame in and out of my SUV at every pit stop. My wife laughed hysterically each time I moaned, and groaned, and lifted.

Luckily, I got my revenge. I laughed hysterically on the last leg of our trip as my weary spouse unsuccessfully tried to nap in the back seat while both a 10-pound white city dog and a 60-pound black desert dog constantly jockeyed and bickered for the best positions on her lap!

Our arrival back home brought numerous surprises. Turbo had no idea how to maneuver up or down stairways. They completely baffled him. At dawn, he also left several unwanted gifts in our front foyer. He was obviously not housebroken since he had never lived in a house.

As my wife and I carefully ‘scoured’ through his generous newly discovered offerings, we heard a terrified yelp from our little mutt in the next room. My God, had The Desert Dog eaten her?

We rushed in to a most horrifying scene. A tiny, lifeless, disemboweled, white furry creature hung grotesquely from Turbo’s massive jowls. Luckily, it wasn’t our precious little pooch. It was my wife’s favorite Teddy Bear!

Our little dog was obviously stressing over the fact that newly arrived Turbo had broken a sacred house rule – ‘Teddy bears are not to be eaten.’

I quickly yanked what was left of this unfortunate foamy creature from Turbo’s death grip just before he swallowed its head. Close call!

With an hour, Turbo had also devoured a pair of my newly washed socks and one of my new leather shoes. Our little mutt never yelped once during this outrageous feeding frenzy. Obviously, she didn’t care very much about these items.

Turbo also had one other fascinating, but somewhat irritating, personality trait. Being a former wild pack animal, he religiously followed an ancient pack ritual handed down through the ages. He routinely offered homage to the current Alpha male in his pack.

When I called him, he would rush over to me, grovel at my feet, and immediately tinkle on my shoes. I was obviously the new Alpha male in his strange new Midwestern pack.

Every time he did this, I would yell out, “Enough of these tributes already, Turbo. We’re running out of paper towels!” Turbo seemed fairly perturbed by my utter disdain for this particular ancient custom. He must have thought I was a rather odd pack leader.

Soon, the hour approached when we would have to say good-bye to our new desert friend and wish him well on his continuing odyssey east. In the few short days we had known him, Turbo had managed to endear himself to us, and even to our little pooch – despite his complete lack of social etiquette. Our felines, however, were already gaily celebrating his Bon Voyage Party!

Charlotte phoned and I quickly explained Turbo’s many odd and somewhat frustrating behavioral characteristics. I wanted to make sure the adopting family in Massachusetts knew what they were in for. Charlotte patiently listened, then excitedly shouted, “You want to keep him, don’t you?”

Before realizing what I had said, I blurted out, “Yes!” I think Turbo had hypnotized me this time.

Charlotte howled with delight and announced they could surely find another adorable pooch for the deserving family in Massachusetts. “After all, there are only about 6 million homeless dogs in this country looking for someone to love.”

I thanked Charlotte, called my wife, and told her that we were keeping Turbo. Way across town, my wife sarcastically replied over the telephone line, “DUH!”

On the other side of the house, my oldest cat, Gabby, strategically and disgustedly deposited a huge brightly-colored hairball in my new leather briefcase. I guess I’m the only one in our entire household without any psychic abilities at all.

These days, Turbo can be found tooling around Chicagoland in my truck with his best pal, Chica Blanca, at his side. Our extremely intelligent little dog has become Turbo’s mother, mentor, and best friend. She’s even taught him the many merits of grass.

Our desert dog had never seen grass before he arrived at our home. Now, he can be found at Blanca’s side – merrily rolling in it, savoring its pungent aroma, and happily nibbling on it.

Blanca has also taught Turbo about another wonderful benefit of grass. It’s a great place to heed the Call of Nature – a much better place than our front foyer.

Turbo’s favorite toy these days is a tiny Southwestern patterned Teddy Bear my wife happened to purchase several years ago while we were visiting the Navajo Reservation. We call it ‘Navajo Joe.’

Turbo no longer tries to eat old Joe. He gingerly carries him all around our home in his massive jowls – grinning from ear to ear. And this former homeless desert dog has blossomed into one of the best dogs we’ve ever had.

I would also bet that a shelter near your home has another wonderful dog just like Turbo – waiting for someone just like you to take him home.

©2006, Mr. Ed

Nicolaus is beautiful in any language. It’s nice to think of people the world over sharing a love of cats.

I would reply in a foreign language, but, alas, that is what is keeping me from my degree. That, and a dislike of having to “press 1 for english”…
Nicolas is a beautiful kitten, and I am sure he will have a long & happy life in the lovely country of Brazil. Recife is a wonderful coastal city that, during WW2, was used as a fuel stop for bombers in transit to North Africa. They would take off from Miami, refuel in Recife, fly to Ascension Island (which is in the middle of the South Atlantic), refuel there, and then fly northest into N. Africa. The Army Corps Of Engineers built the first landing strip on Ascension in 1942, and it has been in continuous operation since.
(Bet you didn’t think you’d get a history lesson too!)
T

FUZZ from the Portugese

(with apologies to Eliz. Barrett Browning)

I have really got to read the posts that were posted later in the day! Did you guys notice that Skeeter’s mom posted last Thursday? (Skeeter was one of the cat’s that was tortured to death by a pile of garbage in Tampa last week—I posted the news article on Thursday, as well.) She thanked all of us for our emails.

Skeeter’s Mom: I can not begin to imagine what you must be going through. As if grieving the death of a family pet is not heart-wrenching enough, having to see the perpetrator of this violent act each day must be infuriating. You are always welcome here.

What a beautiful kitty…these orange babies just melt me into a little puddle!

****A Cat’s Christmas Prayer****

Whoever made the stars that shine,
Whoever made green trees of pine,
Whoever dreamed up fish and mice,
Or sun and rain and snow and ice,
Must have the power in His paws
To help when there’s a worthy cause.
Whoever gave the birds a nest
Will grant this humble cat’s request.

For needy felines everywhere,
I meow my little Christmas prayer.
Please heal the sick
And cheer the sad,
Forgive the naughty,
and excuse the bad.

One more simple thing I ask:
A pool of sunlight in which to bask,
Plus a plate of food,
A safe, warm house,
A loving lap, a catnip mouse.
Freedom from fleas, furballs, and mats,
And homes for all the homeless cats.

From A Cat’s Christmas by Stefanie Samek

Nicolau is a lovely little golden sunny gato! And I’m glad his bio came in Portuguese! I don’t speak it, but I recognize it and I miss hearing it. I worked for several years in the company of many Brazilian people and I miss hearing that beautiful language. I coulda done without Jimmye’s comment.

This is for the baby boomers here:

Small and tan and young and lovely
The FUZZ from Pernambuco goes walking
And when he passes
Each one he passes goes
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH………….