Agree - currently on my third used cat. The shelters typically have a good handle on their personality and want it to work out for both you and the cat. The rescues can be a challenge at first, but they will love you forever if you give them a chance.
We have them dumped in the hedge (suburban section) by people, for some reason, prolly the trees, and it's easy to pull up without being noticed. Or maybe the pregnant kttiies somehow find a safe place to have kittens there ... One year there were 15 kittens in the house, all from dumped, or desperately-seeking cats. As if the numerous pets that are here already, and I suppose, the graveyard (LOL) full of friendly ghosties, attracts more of them.
Luckily there were some very kind ladies in town, who helped find homes for them.
I can travel more and not have to worry about finding someone to look after my cat.. There is a new Freedom. Hopefully when I go to the next Life, he will be waiting there purring up a Storm..
I had my cat for 8 Wonderful years. He would lay on my chest while we watched Movies Together. He would jump up on the Counter and let me know how much he loved me. It was a Bond made in Heaven. Had a painting of us both napping on the couch together. It was done while he was alive , now it is the most precious thing I own. Today I visited his grave and told him how much I missed him.. Thanks for asking. They are suddenly your best friends, and then they are gone..What was your cat's name?
Madden. She was a tiny kitten on the side of a highway and I took her in. She slept on my shoulder the first night while I played John Madden football.
My husband had a Maine Coon before we married and she lived to be 24! She, like all of our fur babies are inside only.
I believe God created them to be our companions. He let Adam name all of the animals. I believe when we get to Heaven we'll find out they are Angels in Fur.
As a former atheist, I am now prone to religious insights. And one of them is that although Adam and Eve were expelled from Eden...the animals were not. So, now I see them as being with us in the world we inhabit, but spiritually still being in Eden. Through them, we can commune with what was meant for us. We are blessed so abundantly.
I've lost cats, dogs, and horses. Lasting sorrow, every one. Especially horses. If you've had one, you will know what I mean.
When our dog died my partner was mourning and I said that we need to get another dog immediately. "No, no, we couldn't possibly replace her" was the answer, and I replied that it was better to save another pup as soon as possible, and that the new one would have just as much love for us. We got a new one.
Of course we still remember the dogs we had before, and the cats. But trust me, the place they took up in your heart does not close up, it needs another animal to fill it. So, I am typing this with a cat on my shoulder, purring, and a dog sleeping on my feet. I am blessed.
I also have a fondness for bears. I am intrigued by videos from Russia where the Russians wind up making pets of wild bears. The Russians are fearless and kind, and the bears are happy and enjoy the socialization. Bears can be so goofy when no one is watching. Like the ones who amble into a park, find a picnic table, and sit down at it like they are expecting to be served. Or (the one I like the most) when a pet bear comes into a rustic home, goes over to where the father of the home is despondently looking out a window, and rises up to stand with the father, putting his paw around the father's far shoulder in a comforting way. Truly, something special is present.
Ditto for the lying on one's chest, and purring. It is also wonderful to realize that, for them, they are in seventh heaven, sleeping on Daddy's chest, safe and peaceful.
(Cat insight: They claim possession by imposing themself, as by putting down a paw on something [the "paw of possession"]. Or by sitting or lying on something. By being on your chest, they have claimed you as their own.)
I love cats and dogs in separate but for equally awesome reasons.
I'm buying a house next month and in our top reasons for buying this one was access to miles of trails for dogs and an enclosed sunroom and access to back patio to make a CATIO for the cats 😂
Thanks for the compliment. In a most literal way (punning), I am a writer, since my occupation required a lot of clearly written documentation (over 400 technical memoranda and maybe 50 archived reports. I have retirement plans to write for publication, but have been sidelined by family priorities and health problems. I like to say that my challenge is to make sure that "What's written is not rotten".
All of you who have seen the Animal Antics featuring cats know that cats are as loving toward people as dogs are, they just have a different way of showing it.
We plan on getting a cat as soon as we settle in a little more from our move.
Come to think of it, we're more likely to get a bonded pair. Then when family reunions and other events occur, we can either take then both with us if the place is pet friendly, or we can have someone check in or stay with them. Also, even with one of us home most of the time, they still have each other as besties.
I think that's wise and you're adding to their quality of life...they are so much company for each other.
If you can find a bonded pair that would be a perfect solution. I could never separate fur babies either..🤗
I am only beginning with that, by my cat sat on my tummy purring its little heart out, and I noticed that my stress level dropped, so I wanted to know what frequency they were purring at, just because I'm like that,
The bone growth, muscle repair and wound healing bit, is what popped up.
I have heard of med-beds, and I also know that Russian doctors scan your body for frequencies with a speial scanner.
Truly, it has been said that the reason we know we will find our pets in heaven (and they, us)...is because, were it not so, it would not be heaven. I cannot think of a greater certainty in logic.
I agree and don't feel that God takes away anything in the next life that we have in this life. I've read many Near Death Experiences and people mention seeing their pets in Heaven. It's especially impressive when a child recounts seeing a horse in Heaven.
I have a hen that likes to sit in my lap and she makes something similar to a purring sound. It's so cute. They all gather around and I sing old hymns to them. If you had told me that the Great Awakening would inspire me to raise chickens, grow a garden and bake my own bread, I would have laughed at you but here I am 🐸
We had a chicken that had injured a leg when it was a chick, so the kids, of course, had to bring it inside to keep her warm. so cute. She got a nest in a chest of drawers. I said, ok, as long as you pick up the poop, I will not abide poop.
So, they did.
And she grew bigger and her leg healed. But then, she started laying an egg every day. We had to carry her outside and make her happy to run around with the others, but she would just beg to come in at night. And she would climb on their shoulders while they were reading. She would roost there.
That's so awesome. I'm glad your kids got this experience. I used to be afraid of chickens ... roosters particularly, but also chickens in general. I really don't remember interacting with them much as a kid other than help feed/water gather eggs. This is the first time I have ever been soley responsible for a tiny flock of my own little hens, and I must say, I am having the time of my life. Our city ordinance allows for up to six hens and no roosters. My backyard is beautiful and green, because they keep it fertilized and aerated and they eat all the ticks, and grasshoppers, so I am blessed with eggs and pest control. All God's creatures are amazing, aren't they!
That six girlies rule is what we had, but roosters somehow found their way to our place. We had one beautiful white silkie bantam rooster walk miles to be with out shy little mixed-heritage hens, that is there was one Leghorn that had stopped laying (auntie), He settled in, and they all seemed very happy about it. Then, of course he had to crow about it.
Nek minit, we had the council guy come and tell us we needed a pen with a concrete bottom. I stood and argued that chickens need to scratch, and would be fine in a large enclosure, but he seemed to think we needed to hose the floor every day, I pointed out that we collected the dried, and soil-like shit from under the roosting tree occasionally, and spread it on our gardens that were full of comfrey, an apple tree, plum saplings, lots of calendula everywhere - all sorts of edible greens. All of that needed good compost - from under that tree. HE scratches his head.
There were a couple of kids running around, observing the strange man. (he jumped and freaked, because someone was idly pulling off, and munching, a comfrey flower - he thought they were poisonous - yeah nah, the kids were amused by that). I pointed at a yellow canna from the previous gardener, and said: "That one is the last poisonous plant here, and the kids all know about it". But really, re: chickens - no-one walks under that roosting tree, cos, you know: u don't walk in shit.
But to him, he was talking about 100mm of concrete. And that our chickens were seen from the road, sunning themselves (how dare they).
At the time, the thing to do, was submit to the tyranny, not fight. We were vulnerable because we had young children there, and could not have too much 'official attention'. Point being there was a sort of central government IT amalgamation policy (hairbrained management - possibly some 5-eyes database, proto-social credit score thing - they told us piblicly it was to 'reduce silos in government'). Bureaucrats were encouraged to start ringing other agencies, and then have all-sorts come askin' questions. IDK, environmental health, building ok (looks at toilet, downpipes missing)? Police? (we were fine, but still), bailiff, even LOL. u haf any parking fines boyee? Send in the social-worker-Karens type thing.
We had to stop that syndrome at the pass. God forbid, the idea of a toddler with a blackberry stained t=shirt, and face, marching around barefoot, eating flowers even, with a chicken in his arms.
It was a sad day when I brought the rooster to the local Chinese shop, who gladly took him for the pot. The rest were adopted out to a neighbor who was a councillor, and broke the six-chicken rule by having sixty. That was hard to swallow too, given the hard line we were given, and of course that household did not stand up for us, jus' clippin' the ticket re: elected status. But they took our chickens (and they had a lively little side-gig selling eggs, ,mostly a hobby though, you know. My son and I would walk to see his favorite goldie bantam girl.
I am not complaining, because petty revenge comes with its own delights. The councillor died suddenly for international travel reasons (ahem, no jab, no fab. i.e. quickie Ozzie shopping trip). The chicken-hater lost his job cause people don't like tyrants: popular disdain kinda filtered through, eventually - as in: maybe having a trouble-maker in that very public position is not great for the council's image. They didn't even make any money from fining us, because we acted so swiftly. There yas go, the fat guy that kept hauling his pants up and sniffing, managed to deprive some children of joy. How wonderful. Anyway, my kids can read bodylanguage very well now.
Again, I am grateful, because the way that interaction worked, was so against reason, or law, even, that it led me to study Public Management, and Governance, and of course - that wedges into all sorts of root-causes such as WEF, WHO, Agenda30, 'sh wy I am here, in depth.
roosters can be very frightening. They fly up, and can scratch with talons. Our rooster used to guard a concrete path, where kids basically had to sprint, to get past him.
I am so sorry you had to give them up, and especially in the face of the counsilor's own hyprocrisy. I have been blessed to have great neighbors and city council who love chickens, and some who also have chickens of their own. I hope it stays as blissful as it has been so far.
Indeed. We loved a half and half mix of soaked cracked corn and barley. But they got lots of greens and bugs too. they also loved picking over meat bones. I mean, all the fat and gristle would be hassled over.
They purr when they are in pain, that must be to heal themselves.
My moggie George is on my lap as I type, purring away, the drunkard a few flats away sold her to me to buy some drink, best buy I made for a long time.
I now think of those occasions as sent by God. "My servant, you have an opportunity to save one of my little ones. Will you?" I dread to say no. I can't do it. The torment of regret is too painful. I have a one-way valve policy: if they come into my life, they shall not leave it for the rest of theirs. (On one occasion I failed out of uncertainty, and have regretted that for perhaps 40 years now.)
I seem to have infected my wife with this outlook. Zambians tend to regard all domestic animals as livestock, not as pets. Keeping cats is regarded as being a flirtation with witchcraft. All small animals are held in suspicion. But during her recent sojourn in Zambia, she has become an officer in the SPCA, and compulsively rescues stray cats and dogs, and tends them until they can be adopted into a good home. (She enjoins any adopters to behave well to the animal or she will personally bite off their heads.)
I miss my cat. We were best friends..
Adopt and save a life... especially older cats that no one wants. I'm sorry about your kitty SirBud, it's hard..💔
We lost one of ours a year ago and miss her dreadfully...😿
Agree - currently on my third used cat. The shelters typically have a good handle on their personality and want it to work out for both you and the cat. The rescues can be a challenge at first, but they will love you forever if you give them a chance.
Yes...all of ours are rescues. They are grateful!
LOLOL
We have them dumped in the hedge (suburban section) by people, for some reason, prolly the trees, and it's easy to pull up without being noticed. Or maybe the pregnant kttiies somehow find a safe place to have kittens there ... One year there were 15 kittens in the house, all from dumped, or desperately-seeking cats. As if the numerous pets that are here already, and I suppose, the graveyard (LOL) full of friendly ghosties, attracts more of them.
Luckily there were some very kind ladies in town, who helped find homes for them.
Thanks J1D. Sleep well and see you on here tomorrow.
Nite, nite SirBud...🥱😴
Good morning J1D..
Top o' The Morning my fren! 😽
Some "CAT" Stevens for you J1D. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DmAOBosGlHY
I loved him when he was Cat before he became Yusef! What in the world happened?
Get another.
I can travel more and not have to worry about finding someone to look after my cat.. There is a new Freedom. Hopefully when I go to the next Life, he will be waiting there purring up a Storm..
Similar circumstances. How long did you have your cat? My cat died at 22 years old a few years back.
I had my cat for 8 Wonderful years. He would lay on my chest while we watched Movies Together. He would jump up on the Counter and let me know how much he loved me. It was a Bond made in Heaven. Had a painting of us both napping on the couch together. It was done while he was alive , now it is the most precious thing I own. Today I visited his grave and told him how much I missed him.. Thanks for asking. They are suddenly your best friends, and then they are gone..What was your cat's name?
Madden. She was a tiny kitten on the side of a highway and I took her in. She slept on my shoulder the first night while I played John Madden football.
I miss the headbuts the most.
😢
I miss my cat.. he would do headbutts and would sit on my chest and purr when I lay in bed. Unfortunately hit by a car..
My husband had a Maine Coon before we married and she lived to be 24! She, like all of our fur babies are inside only.
I believe God created them to be our companions. He let Adam name all of the animals. I believe when we get to Heaven we'll find out they are Angels in Fur.
As a former atheist, I am now prone to religious insights. And one of them is that although Adam and Eve were expelled from Eden...the animals were not. So, now I see them as being with us in the world we inhabit, but spiritually still being in Eden. Through them, we can commune with what was meant for us. We are blessed so abundantly.
I've lost cats, dogs, and horses. Lasting sorrow, every one. Especially horses. If you've had one, you will know what I mean.
When our dog died my partner was mourning and I said that we need to get another dog immediately. "No, no, we couldn't possibly replace her" was the answer, and I replied that it was better to save another pup as soon as possible, and that the new one would have just as much love for us. We got a new one.
Of course we still remember the dogs we had before, and the cats. But trust me, the place they took up in your heart does not close up, it needs another animal to fill it. So, I am typing this with a cat on my shoulder, purring, and a dog sleeping on my feet. I am blessed.
Yes...I know what you mean...horses are special ✨
Someday we hope to go to Vienna to visit the Spanish Riding School. That would be a dream.
I believe all God's Creatures Great & Small are special...🤍
I also have a fondness for bears. I am intrigued by videos from Russia where the Russians wind up making pets of wild bears. The Russians are fearless and kind, and the bears are happy and enjoy the socialization. Bears can be so goofy when no one is watching. Like the ones who amble into a park, find a picnic table, and sit down at it like they are expecting to be served. Or (the one I like the most) when a pet bear comes into a rustic home, goes over to where the father of the home is despondently looking out a window, and rises up to stand with the father, putting his paw around the father's far shoulder in a comforting way. Truly, something special is present.
Spending time with your Dog is supposed to also have a wide range of Health Benefits.
Long dog walks are highly therapeutic for my brain
My cat laying on me and purring is also therapeutic. I think the cats know it helps
Ditto for the lying on one's chest, and purring. It is also wonderful to realize that, for them, they are in seventh heaven, sleeping on Daddy's chest, safe and peaceful.
(Cat insight: They claim possession by imposing themself, as by putting down a paw on something [the "paw of possession"]. Or by sitting or lying on something. By being on your chest, they have claimed you as their own.)
I love cats and dogs in separate but for equally awesome reasons.
I'm buying a house next month and in our top reasons for buying this one was access to miles of trails for dogs and an enclosed sunroom and access to back patio to make a CATIO for the cats 😂
You are a dream pawrent
Most excellent.
That's a sweet way to describe it...you should be a writer .
Thanks for the compliment. In a most literal way (punning), I am a writer, since my occupation required a lot of clearly written documentation (over 400 technical memoranda and maybe 50 archived reports. I have retirement plans to write for publication, but have been sidelined by family priorities and health problems. I like to say that my challenge is to make sure that "What's written is not rotten".
We belong to them...😺
i agree. It's amazing how they are like little barometers of the energy in the room.
AWESOME post Sadness! ✨😻
All of you who have seen the Animal Antics featuring cats know that cats are as loving toward people as dogs are, they just have a different way of showing it. We plan on getting a cat as soon as we settle in a little more from our move.
Enjoy your new home! 💕
Thank you, We are.
So happy for you! 🏡🐕🐈
Come to think of it, we're more likely to get a bonded pair. Then when family reunions and other events occur, we can either take then both with us if the place is pet friendly, or we can have someone check in or stay with them. Also, even with one of us home most of the time, they still have each other as besties.
I think that's wise and you're adding to their quality of life...they are so much company for each other. If you can find a bonded pair that would be a perfect solution. I could never separate fur babies either..🤗
Aww. Who doesn't love a cat's purr. So unique and comforting. Sadness, do you know much about this frequency stuff? I'd love to know more.
I remember reading when Europe got rid of cats due to some sort of concern about witches - rats and fleas and the Black Death followed closely behind.
I am only beginning with that, by my cat sat on my tummy purring its little heart out, and I noticed that my stress level dropped, so I wanted to know what frequency they were purring at, just because I'm like that,
The bone growth, muscle repair and wound healing bit, is what popped up.
I have heard of med-beds, and I also know that Russian doctors scan your body for frequencies with a speial scanner.
Fascinating!
It's fascinating! I believe God gave them that ability to heal & comfort themselves and us through purring. Everything is energy and vibration. ✨
Another great thing about cats having you/us as a servant is that you'll never over sleep...
😸
I miss my kitty so much.
Our babies knew we loved them and love is the greatest gift we can give. We'll be reunited with them someday. ☝️🐾🪽🌌
Truly, it has been said that the reason we know we will find our pets in heaven (and they, us)...is because, were it not so, it would not be heaven. I cannot think of a greater certainty in logic.
I agree and don't feel that God takes away anything in the next life that we have in this life. I've read many Near Death Experiences and people mention seeing their pets in Heaven. It's especially impressive when a child recounts seeing a horse in Heaven.
Don't forget...purring is the very definition of 'vibes'.
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I have a hen that likes to sit in my lap and she makes something similar to a purring sound. It's so cute. They all gather around and I sing old hymns to them. If you had told me that the Great Awakening would inspire me to raise chickens, grow a garden and bake my own bread, I would have laughed at you but here I am 🐸
We had a chicken that had injured a leg when it was a chick, so the kids, of course, had to bring it inside to keep her warm. so cute. She got a nest in a chest of drawers. I said, ok, as long as you pick up the poop, I will not abide poop.
So, they did.
And she grew bigger and her leg healed. But then, she started laying an egg every day. We had to carry her outside and make her happy to run around with the others, but she would just beg to come in at night. And she would climb on their shoulders while they were reading. She would roost there.
Awe...love this! 💕
That's so awesome. I'm glad your kids got this experience. I used to be afraid of chickens ... roosters particularly, but also chickens in general. I really don't remember interacting with them much as a kid other than help feed/water gather eggs. This is the first time I have ever been soley responsible for a tiny flock of my own little hens, and I must say, I am having the time of my life. Our city ordinance allows for up to six hens and no roosters. My backyard is beautiful and green, because they keep it fertilized and aerated and they eat all the ticks, and grasshoppers, so I am blessed with eggs and pest control. All God's creatures are amazing, aren't they!
That six girlies rule is what we had, but roosters somehow found their way to our place. We had one beautiful white silkie bantam rooster walk miles to be with out shy little mixed-heritage hens, that is there was one Leghorn that had stopped laying (auntie), He settled in, and they all seemed very happy about it. Then, of course he had to crow about it.
Nek minit, we had the council guy come and tell us we needed a pen with a concrete bottom. I stood and argued that chickens need to scratch, and would be fine in a large enclosure, but he seemed to think we needed to hose the floor every day, I pointed out that we collected the dried, and soil-like shit from under the roosting tree occasionally, and spread it on our gardens that were full of comfrey, an apple tree, plum saplings, lots of calendula everywhere - all sorts of edible greens. All of that needed good compost - from under that tree. HE scratches his head.
There were a couple of kids running around, observing the strange man. (he jumped and freaked, because someone was idly pulling off, and munching, a comfrey flower - he thought they were poisonous - yeah nah, the kids were amused by that). I pointed at a yellow canna from the previous gardener, and said: "That one is the last poisonous plant here, and the kids all know about it". But really, re: chickens - no-one walks under that roosting tree, cos, you know: u don't walk in shit.
But to him, he was talking about 100mm of concrete. And that our chickens were seen from the road, sunning themselves (how dare they).
At the time, the thing to do, was submit to the tyranny, not fight. We were vulnerable because we had young children there, and could not have too much 'official attention'. Point being there was a sort of central government IT amalgamation policy (hairbrained management - possibly some 5-eyes database, proto-social credit score thing - they told us piblicly it was to 'reduce silos in government'). Bureaucrats were encouraged to start ringing other agencies, and then have all-sorts come askin' questions. IDK, environmental health, building ok (looks at toilet, downpipes missing)? Police? (we were fine, but still), bailiff, even LOL. u haf any parking fines boyee? Send in the social-worker-Karens type thing.
We had to stop that syndrome at the pass. God forbid, the idea of a toddler with a blackberry stained t=shirt, and face, marching around barefoot, eating flowers even, with a chicken in his arms.
It was a sad day when I brought the rooster to the local Chinese shop, who gladly took him for the pot. The rest were adopted out to a neighbor who was a councillor, and broke the six-chicken rule by having sixty. That was hard to swallow too, given the hard line we were given, and of course that household did not stand up for us, jus' clippin' the ticket re: elected status. But they took our chickens (and they had a lively little side-gig selling eggs, ,mostly a hobby though, you know. My son and I would walk to see his favorite goldie bantam girl.
I am not complaining, because petty revenge comes with its own delights. The councillor died suddenly for international travel reasons (ahem, no jab, no fab. i.e. quickie Ozzie shopping trip). The chicken-hater lost his job cause people don't like tyrants: popular disdain kinda filtered through, eventually - as in: maybe having a trouble-maker in that very public position is not great for the council's image. They didn't even make any money from fining us, because we acted so swiftly. There yas go, the fat guy that kept hauling his pants up and sniffing, managed to deprive some children of joy. How wonderful. Anyway, my kids can read bodylanguage very well now.
Again, I am grateful, because the way that interaction worked, was so against reason, or law, even, that it led me to study Public Management, and Governance, and of course - that wedges into all sorts of root-causes such as WEF, WHO, Agenda30, 'sh wy I am here, in depth.
roosters can be very frightening. They fly up, and can scratch with talons. Our rooster used to guard a concrete path, where kids basically had to sprint, to get past him.
Anyway, it is a blissful time.
I am so sorry you had to give them up, and especially in the face of the counsilor's own hyprocrisy. I have been blessed to have great neighbors and city council who love chickens, and some who also have chickens of their own. I hope it stays as blissful as it has been so far.
Indeed. We loved a half and half mix of soaked cracked corn and barley. But they got lots of greens and bugs too. they also loved picking over meat bones. I mean, all the fat and gristle would be hassled over.
You have me SO enchanted with your story and writing style! You should write a gardening & chicken blog! 🎍🐤🐔🐓🧆
LOL I am in a different phase right now.
Well, you'd be great! 🤗
Thanks you dear fren
Yes they are!
That's wonderful and so sweet. Sounds idyllic!
Topped with toxoplasma gondii !
pff, get some ivermectin. I have had cats all my life, and never had a problem.
You rang?
Kek! 😸
Me, either!
They purr when they are in pain, that must be to heal themselves.
My moggie George is on my lap as I type, purring away, the drunkard a few flats away sold her to me to buy some drink, best buy I made for a long time.
You got the best of the bargain! 🌟
I now think of those occasions as sent by God. "My servant, you have an opportunity to save one of my little ones. Will you?" I dread to say no. I can't do it. The torment of regret is too painful. I have a one-way valve policy: if they come into my life, they shall not leave it for the rest of theirs. (On one occasion I failed out of uncertainty, and have regretted that for perhaps 40 years now.)
I seem to have infected my wife with this outlook. Zambians tend to regard all domestic animals as livestock, not as pets. Keeping cats is regarded as being a flirtation with witchcraft. All small animals are held in suspicion. But during her recent sojourn in Zambia, she has become an officer in the SPCA, and compulsively rescues stray cats and dogs, and tends them until they can be adopted into a good home. (She enjoins any adopters to behave well to the animal or she will personally bite off their heads.)
That's wonderful! I agree, if they come into our lives, it's for a reason.
Now I realize why ancient Egypt seemed to worship cats.