Cats

This week's Photo Hunters theme is COPPER.Do you remember our foster kitty Lexi? We were fostering her through Operation Noble Foster while her Daddy was in the army.Lexi had beautiful COPPER colored furs, didn't she?See more great Photo Hunters posts HERE.

Nikita & Elvira have a mystery they are hoping Felinity Assembled can help solve! A popular female American essayist and author, of the late 19th century thru the mid-1940′s wrote 2 books on cats, one in 1901 and another in 1912. She signed and left a message in the copy...Read more »

Too cute for words! Mommy, Mommy, Hug Me !, originally appeard on LoveMeow.com

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Hey, felinity assembled, boy do we have a mystery for you! Elvira here and the above book is a 1st edition, published in 1901; because it has lost its dust jacket and the cover has a couple of stains, Daddy Kiril was able to get it through a seller on Amazon for $15. There is a penciled note on the inside that shows the book was sold once upon a time for $70; Why? Here's why: Who was Agnes Repplier? I did a little research and it turns out she was a famous, but long forgotten, human essayist and author, born on April Fool's Day 1855, who lived until 1950. "She was one of America's chief representatives of the discursive essay, displaying wide reading and apt quotation. Her writings contain literary criticism as well as comments on contemporary life." (Wikipedia) The Fireside Sphinx is a 300 page history of domestic cats, especially famous cats, from antiquity to the end of the 19th century, illustrated by Elizabeth Bonsall, with many line drawings in the text. You can read it in PDF or even Kindle, if interested. Oh, and before you show this to your human there is something you need to know in case you need to explain before they freak out; the word "pussy" appears throughout the book, it appears at our first look. In fact, Nikita wonders why they didn't just call the book "The Fireside Pussy" and be done with it! Hee, hee! To help educate your human I want to encourage you to read a controversial, thoroughly researched, essay Nikita once wrote before you show them this post: Jan. 2010 - May I Have a Word?  So, what's the mystery? The author autographed this copy for someone, a year after publication;  where (other than her hometown of Philadelphia), why and for whom are mysteries that will probably never be solved, but at least we can possibly know exactly what she wrote. That is where you and your human come in. As you can see she has written her message in cursive and certain words on the 2nd and 5th lines need deciphering. Leave your suggestions in the comments. :-D The Great Cat Blog explains about "Libertas Sine Labore". By the way, the author wrote a 2nd book on cats, in 1912, and daddy is getting a 1st edition copy, w/o dust jacket, he found on Amazon for $9 (More recent reproductions can be purchased as well) The cat: Being a record of the endearments and invectives lavished by many writers upon an animal much loved and much abhorred (Our friends, the beasts)

A kitty cry caught a woman’s attention one day after trying to find out where it came from, she called for help. It was something that Yakima firefighters had never seen before.A cat was found in a 25-foot deep hole hidden in the woman’s backyard. Mai Tai the cat went missing one day, and they went on a search for a month, but it was to no avail. “We never had any word of her or any sign of her and we really had given up,” said Doris Matson, Mai Tai’s human. (NBC KNDO)No one knew where the kitty went after her disappearance, but it turns out that Mai Tai somehow ventured into her neighbor’s backyard and into the hidden hole.“For the last three days I had heard a cat meowing around,” said Virginia the neighbor. She realized that the crying came from her bushes and called animal control.“He probed and he had a light and he switched around, nothing happened. He said, but I can hear the cat,” she added.Animal control then contacted the fire department. They removed a shrub and discovered a 25-foot deep hole hiding in her backyard and a cat trapped inside.The firefighters made a makeshift basket with some cat food in it and lowered it down to retrieve the cat. Mai Tai appeared to have lost a lot of weight, but is otherwise healthy.“It’s a miracle. It’s kind of a miracle story I think. At least we feel like it is, we thought she was gone, just totally gone,” said Doris.[Watch video below]Mai Tai, an 8 month old Siamese cat disappeared one day. Her family went for a search for a month but couldn’t find her.A neighbor heard kitty cries and called for help. Yakima firefighters discovered an 25-foot deep hole hidden in the backyard and a cat trapped inside. It was Mai Tai.They made a makeshift basket with cat food inside…… and lowered it down to retrieve the cat“It’s a miracle.” Mai Tai’s finally returned to her comfortable home.Watch video:Source: NBC KNDO Missing Siamese Cat Saved From 25-foot Hole By Yakima Firefighters, originally appeard on LoveMeow.com

A cat, a mother of three kittens, adopted three orphaned ducklings and started nursing and caring for them them along with her own.Ronan and Emma Lally, from Clare Co Offaly, Ireland, were surprised to learn that their cat took in the ducklings instead of harming them. “The minute the cat lay down the three ducklings run underneath her. She started to purr,” Ronan said via independent.ie.“We lifted her up and two ducklings were latched onto the cat. The cat has all the material instinct, she has her paw around them and it is just extraordinary.”“The cat thinks they are all kittens. The cat might notice when the yellow kittens get very big,” he added.Cat mama adopts three orphaned ducklings and cares for them along with her litter of three kittensWatch them in action:Source: independent.ie Cat Adopts Orphaned Ducklings With Her Litter Of Kittens, originally appeard on LoveMeow.com

Guest post by….the female staff If you have been thinking about getting a new pet…the time is now. When it comes to adding a new furry friend to our lives, we often try to wait for the right timing, based on vacation schedules, money, time, job responsibilities and any number of other things. The truth is, there is no “perfect” time. Yet, every time is perfect to add more love to your life. We adopted Romeo during a time of transition. My boyfriend Chris (now husband) and I were planning to move in together. But we hadn’t merged our households yet. It was right before Thanksgiving, headed into the craziness of the holidays. It was far from the perfect time to adopt a pet. But, Romeo’s little face stared out at us from the rescue’s web site. Grumpy and fluffy, this little “special needs” cat was irresistible. We perused the site for several weeks, thinking, planning and wondering if we were ready. And, what did “special needs” mean? Could we care for such a cat? Then, on his lunch hour one day, Chris went to meet Romeo. And it was all over; we were smitten. We committed to Romeo that day and never looked back. It turns out “special needs” was a skin condition which cleared up soon after we brought him home and post-surgery ear care which has never been a problem. He moved in with me before Chris did and none of us ever regretted the decision. It was so not perfect timing. But oh, so perfect. Pugsley also came at an inconvenient time. It was the following year, smack dab in the middle of the holidays. We were working crazy hours. We were preparing for a vacation in Europe. We couldn’t possibly acclimate a new cat to our home in the middle of all of that. But Pugsley needed a home. And, you know what? We needed him in our home. Another “special needs” cat, Pugsley suffered from Irritable Bowel Disorder. The rescue was happy to keep him until after our vacation and happily, the typical post-vacation let down was diminished by the excitement of bringing home our little guy. Acclimation? Fine. IBD? Fine. Timing? Perfect. Maddie’s Pet Adoption Days, presented by the Mayor’s Alliance for NYC Animals, which is a group of New York area shelters and rescues, is helping make the timing more perfect for adoptive parents in New York City by hosting two huge adoption events at two NYC Petco locations on June 1 & 2 where adoption fees are waived for qualified adopters. That’s right: FREE. In addition, participating area shelters will also waive the adoption fees for their adoptable pets. And, if you are not in NYC, great news! There are similar events taking place across the country. So, don’t wait. Every day that goes by is another day the love of your life is sitting in a cage, waiting for a home. Your cat. Your dog. And, the sooner you can bring your new family member home, the sooner you can help make room for another dog or cat to have a shot at becoming someone’s new family member. The time is now. Finally, just so ya know…we were compensated by the Mayor’s Alliance for posting about this but as always,sponsorship dollars from this site go to the pets! It’s a win-win.

Editor's note: Alana is a writer for Catster's sister SAY Media site, xojane.com. This article first ran on xoJane, and we're running it (with permission!) so you can comment on it. Some women get IUDs because they are a long-term and often inexpensive solution for delaying pregnancy. I got one because I didn’t trust myself not to sabotage my less-permanent form of birth control because holy Christ in heaven, do I want a baby. Somewhere around the age of 25, my baby fever kicked in and has continued unabated with no apparent end in sight. I get that blissed-out feeling that people talk about happening with breastfeeding when I just hold a baby. I daydream about pregnancy and even childbirth, particularly after watching those videos that are designed to gross out teenage girls but get me all sentimental about the miracle of life. But the second reason that I got my IUD was that more than I was scared of getting pregnant with a baby for whom I did not have the financial and emotional means to care for, I was afraid that the child would be a boy. And I simply could not hang with having a male child. Share this image A portrait from single motherhood. function changeWidth(obj) { if(parseInt($(obj).parent().width()) > parseInt($(obj).width())) { $(obj).parent().css({'width':$(obj).width()}); } if(parseInt($(obj).width()) My family fantasy centered on me, a feminist dude partner, and two adopted daughters I could call Mary and Margot after my favorite lady monarchs. We would pile into a stylish but fuel-efficient car for Planned Parenthood rallies and read bell hooks together when the time came. Our home would ooze estrogen and empowered ladyhood. Excellent sartorial choices would be made by all. Growing up in a household of women, with some extended cameos by my father when he was not working overseas, made me most comfortable around women and girls. I have never uttered nor thought the words, “I just get along better with guys!” Spiceworld is my favorite movie, and I say this without a hint of irony. Sometimes, I fantasize about old age when my best friend and I can be widows who live together making crude jokes and wearing brooches, Golden Girls-style. I am just all about girls. To have a male child seemed an intolerable intrusion of my carefully cultivated fantasy Life-O-Ladies. Boys were a mysterious and rambunctious species with strange appetites and interests. I feared that mine would grow up to be misogynists, rapists, and general asshats. Fear of having to raise such a foreign brand of person had actually made me ready to forfeit my dream of biological children. And then last summer, a tiny gray boy came into my life. Share this image Little kitten. Big world. function changeWidth(obj) { if(parseInt($(obj).parent().width()) > parseInt($(obj).width())) { $(obj).parent().css({'width':$(obj).width()}); } if(parseInt($(obj).width()) Orphaned and alone in an abandoned lot in South Brooklyn, when he was taken to the vet by a neighbor, he needed two itty-bitty kitty IVs to nourish him. His temperature had dropped well below normal and he was not expected to make it through his first night. But he did. And he became my baby. At this point in the essay, I would like to address parents of real human children directly. I know that having a kitten is a very different thing than having a baby person. If you have one, you either 1) went through the emotionally draining and expensive process of adoption, 2) pushed one out of your vagina, or 3) HAD SOMEONE CUT INTO YOUR ABDOMEN AND PULL THE CREATURE OUT OF YOUR INSIDES. And that was just getting it into your custody! Now you are raising it to be a well-adj

Hello my friends. Thank you all for the purrs and they are so appreciated. yesterday I ate hardly anything at all and slept the day away. Today was much the same despite mum trying to tempt with all sorts. A while ago dad tried another appetite tablet and I kept it down. I have eaten a little so far and now am back to snoozing. Please keep those purrs, woofs and paws crossed for me. yesterday mum was talking to me and saying she loved me and that I should eat please...I listened... I will try mum... Promise.... Love and hugs to all.. GJ xxx