tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111933451446993412011-12-12T01:37:26.769-05:00Living with CatsAJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880938115248293932noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011193345144699341.post-72408408806972861472010-01-02T03:59:00.000-05:002010-01-02T03:59:06.908-05:00Training a cat? Sure.
Yes! Cats can be trained. They can be taught house manners, just as dogs can. And they can be taught little tricks and "obedience" commands, as well. Of course, we'd never call it obedience when talking about cats. SHHHH! They hear that and that will be the end of any talk of cat training.
Seriously, the best way to train a cat is to be very consistent, very gentle and calm, and use reward AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880938115248293932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011193345144699341.post-5277351082227773502009-01-16T23:55:00.003-05:002009-01-17T00:07:52.876-05:00Cat Banned from Post Office for Not Paying TaxesFlood this little post office with mail addressed to Sammy, and get him back into the Post Office where he belongs! Address letters demanding Sammy be allowed back into the Post Office to:
Sammy the Cat
P.O. Box 173
Notasulga, AL 36866
Alabama town rallies around Sammy the cat by buying a PO Box in his name after he was evicted from the local post office.
read more | digg storyAJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880938115248293932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011193345144699341.post-7935722356944230692009-01-16T04:34:00.002-05:002010-01-02T03:47:59.604-05:00Cat Favorites
I love watching my cats play! They have a couple of favorite toys: empty cardboard boxes of any size/shape, and tiny toy mice. They love boxes for sleeping on or in, for hiding, jumping in and out of, and for scratching posts. Only one of my 4 uses a real scratching post, and the rest use cardboard boxes -- their choice. Every morning I have to retrieve their toy mice from the mouse graveyard.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880938115248293932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011193345144699341.post-73552825081808289532008-10-19T03:53:00.003-04:002008-10-19T03:59:10.330-04:00My sweet Lacy is gone...
My 13 yr old cat, Lacy, died today(October 12, 2008). Somehow she got some stretchy stuff around her neck very tight and it strangled her. I don't know how, as I was asleep. I woke up, noticing she wasn't lying against my head as she always is, but I thought, well, I did sleep late (bad night with my daughter)... I went to the kitchen and there she was, by the back door, on the floor. She was AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880938115248293932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011193345144699341.post-33774720336239719322008-08-22T11:05:00.014-04:002008-10-19T04:05:51.230-04:00Lacy-kittyThe picture to the left is Lacy, lying on my tummy while I'm supposed to be typing - the keyboard is in the background. This is her favorite spot.
Lacy is the oldest of my cats, about 13 yrs old. She was born feral, living in the woods behind the Brandywine River Museum in Chadds Ford, PA (a distant suburb of Philadelphia). My friend Sonia worked there at the time and fed and cared for the AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880938115248293932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011193345144699341.post-41565206937426207652007-12-15T17:18:00.002-05:002008-08-17T23:35:52.640-04:00A true cat lover can never have just one...?
People always want to know why I 'need' to have 'so many' cats. This is true, whether I have 2 cats at the time -- or 8. I say they just have not gotten to know even one cat, or they would not ask such a silly question.
Each cat I have ever known is an individual. That goes without saying, you'd think, but I think many people don't even understand that statement, much less understand the trueAJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880938115248293932noreply@blogger.com0