Peanuts anyone?

Sweet - cats are soooo amazing with their ‘toys’. Besides the peanuts - I’m sure he was in the box too.

Oscar the Grouch FUZZ

Oscar Award Winner FUZZ

12 pounds is a whole lot of kitty love. I love watching kitties playing with things.

Oscar, your very handsome. Do you have curly hair? That kitten fuzz looks good on you. Many hugs and kisses to you.

….Oscar….are you ‘bald down there’?…or is it just the lighting?………..
Discuss.

finding joy in the simple thing in life

static fuzz!!!!!! I bet you were cleaning styrofoam out of his fur for weeks!!!!

You stress all day long, worrying over 1,000 things that don’t really matter…..Then you look at someone like Oscar, purrrfectly content with his pack of peanuts, and it makes you realize just how superficial your worries really are. He’s adorable. Spoil him to bits.

adorable!!!! My Sam loves packing peanuts too.

Lovely cat, but I thought styrofoam was dangerous for animals?

He is waaaaay too cute! It never fails to amaze me how kittens can entertain themselves for hours! I once had an Oscar. He was an outdoor cat who came by occasionally for a meal but never wanted to come inside. I used to leave a box with a blanket by the front door and every once in a while I’d see him laying in it. He was such a love but it took time for him to trust me enough to come near. I had him neutered and he got all his shots but he still wanted to be out. Each time we tried to take him in, he’d rush the door anytime you went in or out. One day he didn’t come back and I still miss him terribly even though it’s been about 4 years.

12 pounds of handsome!

MAIL CALLLLL! Oh, what a face on this sweetie! And a belly that desperately needs to be tickled.

What a handsome little man!

I’ve never received a package that contained peanuts that didn’t eventually contain a cat too. Oscar is such a sweetie.

Thank you for adopting this sweet little bundle. Oscar is very handsome. Love his soft fluffy fur in shades of gray. He has a wonderful expressive face. The ‘M’ on his forehead is very well defined and his little white muzzle needs a smooch.
Have a great day everyone!

He’s a swetie! cats seem to love those peanuts.. mine sure do.
Great “M” mark!

Oh, a squishable tabby! My fav!

Lynn from PA—I go to The Animal Rescue Site every day. And, as we speak, I am waiting for another package from them—so my cats will have peanuts to play with just like Oscar! Thanks for the reminder of that site—I hope everyone clicks there everyday—they have nice merchandise, as well….

Oscar is so handsome! Love his big ears and fat paws… I am happy he is so loved!

Did anyone else get misty over this adorable video?

**Pit-bull builds special relationship with “his” cat**
http://www.wbir.com/life/programming/local/liveatfive/story.aspx?storyid=40425

Ghost poops! Just in time for Christmas package season!

That Oscar is “packing” a whole lot of cute there! Oh, deliver me!

Shouldn’t Oscar have a friend - Felix…the cat?
Handsome boy!

beautiful cat i lovr tabbies the best so loveable and playful mine is 4 yrs and 15 lbs now

** World’s tallest man saves China dolphins**
Thu Dec 14, 7:28 AM ET

BEIJING - The long arms of the world’s tallest man reached in and saved two dolphins by pulling out plastic from their stomachs, state media and an aquarium official said Thursday.

The dolphins got sick after nibbling on plastic from the edge of their pool at an aquarium in Liaoning province. Attempts to use surgical instruments to remove the plastic failed because the dolphins’ stomachs contracted in response to the instruments, the China Daily newspaper reported.

Veterinarians then decided to ask for help from Bao Xishun, a 7-foot-9 herdsman from Inner Mongolia with 41.7-inch arms, state media said.

Bao, 54, was confirmed last year by the Guinness Book of World Records as the world’s tallest living man.

Chen Lujun, the manager of the Royal Jidi Ocean World aquarium, told The Associated Press that the shape of the dolphins’ stomachs made it difficult to push an instrument very far in without hurting the animals. People with shorter arms could not reach the plastic, he said.

“When we failed to get the objects out we sought the help of Bao Xishun from Inner Mongolia and he did it successfully yesterday,” Chen said. “The two dolphins are in very good condition now.”

Photographs showed the jaws of one of the dolphins being held back by towels so Bao could reach inside the animal without being bitten.

“Some very small plastic pieces are still left in the dolphins’ stomachs,” Zhu Xiaoling, a local doctor, told Xinhua. “However the dolphins will be able to digest these and are expected to recover soon.”

Hi all,

I saw this on Yahoo and thought some of you might find this useful. Happy Holidays.

How can I keep my cats out of the Christmas tree?
Paul
Taylor, Michigan

Dear Paul:
Cats have a well-earned reputation for curiosity. Sometimes that results in cute mischievousness (”Oh, look, honey! Fluffy found the yarn!”). Other times, especially around the holidays, a cat’s knack for finding trouble can be both annoying and dangerous.
We tracked down a list of ways to discourage cats from snooping around the tree at wikiHow. The site mentions everything from the irritatingly obvious (keep your cat away from the tree) to the not so widely known (place orange peels under the tree — cats apparently hate the smell of citrus).

ShowCatsOnline.com has a similar list. Among its many gems:

1. Use a wide base on your tree to prevent climbing kitties from tipping it over.
2. Fasten the top of the tree to the ceiling with fishing line.
3. Lay aluminum foil on the floor. Cats don’t like it.
4. Don’t use tinsel. Cats can, and often do, choke on it.

To cats, a Christmas tree is more attractive than the snooze button on a Monday morning. But the above tips should help keep your tree safe from even the most adventurous feline. If not, perhaps it’s time to switch to a greased up Festivus pole.

This one’s for you, CatRancher—am I evil for cracking up at this??

**Store manager assaulted with potatoes**

LIBERTY, Ohio - A grocery store manager was struck in the head with a 10-pound sack of potatoes by a customer angry about having to wait in line, police say. Police in Liberty, near Youngstown in northeast Ohio, say a 59-year-old woman from Youngstown is suspected in the attack.

Scott Renzenbrink, 45, told police a clerk having problems with a customer called him to the register. The customer told him she was upset about the wait and struck the manager in the back of head with the potatoes when he was walking away after the conversation, according to police.

A witness followed the woman out to the parking lot and took down her license plate number.

Renzenbrink, who was not seriously hurt in the attack last Thursday, identified the woman by a Bureau of Motor Vehicles photo. He may file assault charges.

Hey you all go look on Cuteoverload.com the hamster is hysterical……….

Some of you mom’s of “human’s” may want to reply to the late post that “socrmiv” posted on yesterday’s TDK…

That is an eminently tickle-able belly! What a gorgeous lil’ face Mr. Oscar has….

How cute is this?

**’Twas the Night Before Christmas**

‘Twas da night before Christmas
And all thru da house.
Not a creetchur was stirrin’,
Not even dat mouse!
Mommy and Daddy was safe in deir bed
But I couldn’t get dat mousie outta my head!
So I went to da kitchen and looked all around,
And you wouldn’t believe what I did found!

Dere on da table dere was a great sight!
A glass of milk had been left in the night!
So I got up on da table and dranked it all gone
And ate half a cookie and layed down and yawned

When outside da house, there arose such a racket,
I jumped on da floor, gettin ready to attack it!
I got real low, so da monsters wouldn’t see me
And puffed out my fur and hid under da tree

When what, to my big green eyes did appear,
But a great big red guy with a fuzzy white beard!
The beard swayed around and enticed me a bit
So I wiggled my butt and jumped upon it!

The red guy was surprised and felled on da tree
“Uh-oh!” I thought. Mom and Dad will blame me!
So I ran up da stairs and I got out of sight.
And I didn’t go down for da rest of da night.

In da morning I slowly approached Mom and Dad.
You shoulda seen da big mess that they had!
But when they seed me they just smiled and sighed.
So I head-butted Momma and purred by Dad’s side.

And dis next part still bring tears to my eyes.
But Momma and Daddy had a surprise:
Da big red guy with da fuzzy white beard
Had left me a gift for bein’ good all year!

Copyright © Marcia T.
November 25, 1998

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
-William Shakespeare

What a hero!!

**Man Runs To Catch Toddler Dangling From Window**

POSTED: 7:57 am EST December 13, 2006

ARLINGTON, Va. — It took a second or two for Jaimen Ortiz to fully comprehend what he was seeing: two toddlers playing in an open second-floor window, and one of them hanging from the window sill.

So Ortiz hopped a fence and ran to the apartment building. Just as he got there, the 2-year-old girl fell, screaming. Ortiz put out his arms and caught her cleanly, perhaps saving her life and certainly preventing serious injury.

“If I had delayed one more second, she would have fallen to the ground,” Ortiz said through a Spanish interpreter, recalling the Oct. 13 incident.

The toddlers’ father was charged with reckless endangerment.

Ortiz’s quick thinking was honored Tuesday in Arlington, where the County Board presented him a certificate of recognition for his heroism.

Ortiz, 29, seemed slightly overwhelmed by the attention he received Tuesday as he fielded multiple interview requests.

“I have a 5-year-old child, and you never know. Maybe someday he might need help like I was able to give to this girl,” he said.

While he was unaccustomed to the recognition, it’s not the first time he has been a hero. As a teenager growing up in Guatemala, he helped save the wife of a friend from drowning.

**Invading Pigeons Refuse to Leave**
United Press International
Thursday, December 7, 2006

The four-speaker sound system, which blasts the calls of predators at the flock of unwelcome birds every 10 minutes, is not having the intended effect of scaring the pigeons away.

A sound system installed on the roof of the military recruiting center in New York’s Times Square has failed to solve the building’s pigeon problem.

The four-speaker sound system, which blasts the calls of predators at the flock of unwelcome birds every 10 minutes, is not having the intended effect of scaring the pigeons away, The New York Times reported Thursday.

“That’s why I’m thinking two more speakers,” said Leonardo Reis, a worker with LAR Industries of Amityville, N.Y., the contractor that maintains the building.

However, Reis said the building could not support additional speakers, but the manufacturer of the anti-pigeon hardware, Chicago company Bird-X, sent him a chemical compound that is meant to repel the birds. He said he has not yet been able to use it, the newspaper said.

The owner of Bird-X said the failure of the sound system may be due to the pigeons’ location far inside the city. He said they may not know to fear the sounds of predators.

“Maybe they’ve never seen one or been attacked by one,” Joe Seid told the Times.

check out the world’s smallest dog—she lives in the Tampa Bay area…
http://www.sptimes.com/2006/12/12/Tampabay/Her_bark_s_bigger_tha.shtml

very entertaining

I didn’t know that a dog that small could survive very long. Bless her mommy and I hope the pup has a long a healthy life. thanks for sharing.

That’s a great looking looking boy.

Free doggy treat!
http://felinegreenies.com/en_US/2K6Sampling/

In honor of today’s star of the day, Oscar, I’m re-posting this heart-warming story of another kitty named Oscar (may produce tears!).

**Oscar, the Garbage-Can Kitty**

Unlike his ‘Sesame Street’ namesake, this stray cat was no grouch.
By Kathleen Kennedy

Oscar was named after the Sesame Street character who lives in a garbage can because that is where we first became acquainted. I was working at a pizza-delivery chain and had been assigned garbage duty. While tossing bags into a Dumpster, I heard a faint meow. I began digging through the trash, and several layers down I found a cat–bruised and thin. I wasn’t sure if the cat had crawled into the Dumpster to scavenge for food or if he had been put there purposely. Our establishment sat directly behind an apartment complex, and unsupervised and abandoned pets were common.

Back on solid ground, it became evident that the cat had an injured leg. He couldn’t put any weight on his right hindquarters. The situation created a dilemma for me. Finances were tight, and I was moving back home to my parents’ house–with two cats already in tow. Dad barely tolerated the two established felines. His reaction to another injured stray was sure to be less than receptive.
I took the stray to the vet, hoping to patch him up. After shots and X-rays, the vet discovered the cat had a cracked pelvis. I posted notices, hoping someone would claim the cat or adopt him.

Meanwhile, the response at home was swift and firm: No more cats! Dad insisted I take the cat to the Humane Society immediately. I protested that the cat would be put to sleep. Luckily, my mother intervened. She agreed the injury would make the cat unadoptable, so we would keep him long enough for his hip to heal. Then he would have to go–no arguments.

Oscar must have somehow understood his situation. He seemed to study the other two cats and their interactions with my father. We suspect he bribed Tanner, our golden retriever, with table scraps in exchange for etiquette lessons. When the other cats were aloof, Oscar was attentive. He came when his name was called, and he would roll over on his back to have his belly scratched. As his injury began to heal, he would jump on the ottoman by my father’s favorite chair, and, eventually, into his lap. Initially, Dad pushed Oscar away, but persistence paid off. Soon, Oscar and a muttering Dad shared the chair.

At mealtimes, Oscar would come to sit with us. Positioned on the floor by my father’s chair, every so often Oscar would reach up with one paw and tap Dad on the knee. At first, this provoked great irritation and colorful expletives expressed in harsh tones. Oscar, however, refused to be put off. Repetitive knee-taps soon led to semi-covert handouts of choice morsels.

Oscar greeted my father at the top of the stairs every morning and waited for him at the door every evening. My father sometimes ignored Oscar, and, at other times, stepped over him, complaining the whole time. Oscar mastered opening doors by sticking his paw underneath the door and rocking it back and forth until it opened. Soon, he was sleeping in the master bedroom at the foot of the bed. My father was completely disgusted, but couldn’t stop the cat from sneaking onto the bed while they were sleeping. Eventually, Dad gave up.

Before long, Oscar, aspiring to his own place at the table during meals, began jumping up into my lap. He was allowed to stay as long as his head remained below table level. Of course, an occasional paw would appear as a reminder of his presence.

Three months passed, and the vet pronounced Oscar healthy and healed. I was heartbroken. How could I take this loving soul away from what had become his home, from the people he trusted? Sick at heart, I brought Oscar home and told my parents what should have been good news: Oscar was a healthy cat with a healed hip. “I’ll take him to the Humane Society like I promised,” I said dully.

As I turned to put Oscar in the carrier for the trip, my father spoke, uttering three magic words: “Not my cat!”

Oscar is home to stay. He now has his own chair at the table and sleeps–where else?–in the master bedroom between my mother and father. He is their official “grand-kitten” and living proof that deep within the most unlikely heart, there is a cat lover in all of us.

I LOVE when kittens (or cats) come into or lives and turn them upside down. 12 pounds now, I bet he is such a cutie looking at his kitty pic.

Look at those pretty green eyes and the lovely whisker dots! He is completely adorable–love that dear one always!

Tears……………. Mr Mcgruff Love a fuzzbutt………but then who wouldnt……….Feline Heart theives are common here in America

what a beautiful sweetheart! just be careful he doesn’t eat those peanuts like my cats try to do…lol

Chuck dad to Penny Gir CC & Kuja - How ya doin’? Settling in okay? How are you and the kits?

Oscar sounds like a playful, healthy big boy! I have an almost 17 year old cat that still play with cat toys and milk jug rings! So cute! :-)~

So beautiful! I wanna kiss that little belly.

redneck kitty likes to wrestle in peanuts…..
reminds me of several of my former tabbies.

“I’m dreaming of a white Christmas…”

Y’all take care, and don’t forget to clean your paws before supper!

Oscar’s an adorable and fiesty looking little guy! God bless you for taking him in, and bless him for just being who he is.