Category Archives: Cats

Happy Hallowe’en

Mouse batteries dead in my usual computer, and not a new battery in the house.  But pets in costumes German Shepherd pixieluckily I have pets in costumes pics on my laptop. As if there aren’t always ‘stupid pet pics’ on any computer of mine!  So in case you need some inspiration to dress up your dog, cat, kid or self on this eve of All Saints’ Day, here you go.

Three dogs and one cat, for your viewing pleasure, present:

Pets in Costumes

Cat with clown hat 

dogs dressed up on front porch    dog with bows in hair and around neck   Elvis costume and poodle in purple and leopard skin outfit    tricked out Shepherd pixie lying on floor

And at the end of the day you can only hope you get enough treats and not too many tricks.

For those feeling the full power of Hurricane Sandy and whatever else is happening with weather patterns right now, we are all thinking of you.

Elsie 1997-2011

Elsie Rose died yesterday, Sept. 1st, peacefully with her family beside her.  She is buried at Sandy Ridge Pet Cemetery in Eden.  She is mourned.  This was written last Sunday.

Elsie in car, Sept 1/11I’m writing this when I’ve realized Elsie is in pain.  It’s time to phone the vet, time for her to go peacefully.  She wants to, I think, but I don’t want her to.

She arrived around my house in May fourteen years ago, a month after my old cat had died.  I wasn’t looking for another one.  But there she was, still kittenish, but past the fluffball stage.  About 5 months old, the age of coming into first heat.  And she did, in my back yard.  Every tom in the area camped out there too.

She wouldn’t come near me, but one night she was in the narrow lane between houses and I caught her.  She had a flea collar on, so she belonged somewhere.  But no response to posters I put up.  I’d been planning to leave Newfoundland.  One new cat was more than enough.  Kittens?  No.  So a quick trip to the vet.

Elsie hanging out Outer Battery house window, St. John's 1998Another cat, Spam, spent a lot of time at my house and hated her.  He was twice her size and he would attack and beat her unmercifully.  My vet said let them sort it out.  Interfering will just make it worse.  So I tried.  It didn’t get any better.  Even my next-door neighbour who did not like cats came over one day to try to save poor Elsie.

I knew why he hated other cats: my previous cat Cedric had made his life a living hell when he was a kitten.  So he learned from her to hate other cats.  Cedric, in her turn, had been found wandering, and in her new home she was bullied and terrorized by their cat.  The cycle of violence perpetuates itself, and I thought for sure it would with Elsie after what she endured from Spam.

But in Elsie, nature overcame nurture.  She is willing to accept any person or animal – even cats.  She never let bad experiences with an individual affect her treatment of others.  She likes or dislikes based on the individual alone, not her preconceptions of them.  That, in my experience, is almost as rare in a cat as it is in a person.

I stayed another year in St. John’s after getting Elsie and acquired a pup in need of a home.  She was fine with him, told him at the outset to mind his manners and he did.

Then we moved to Ontario.  She was a perfect traveler, just zoned out in a Zen state in her carrier.  She adjusted to new surroundings and to Elsie's 10th birthday notice 2007 St Thomas TJbecoming an indoor only cat.  My dad, not a cat person, loved her.  He played yoyo with her for hours – dangling the string for her to bat and chase.  When she’d escape outside, he could get her in with the yoyo string.  She fell for it every time.

She is my last living connection with St. John’s.  Jack has been gone three and a half years and now it’s her turn.  My lady cat, Elsie Rose.

 

Waterworks Cat

I’d planned to write something about this past week’s national birthdays but I’ve been Waterworks cat Wally rolling on floor, July 4thbusy – dealing with someone else’s problem, I think.  We have a new cat.  We didn’t seek him out, didn’t want a new cat.  But he’s here and my hope that he will return to his real home is fading fast.

Monday evening he was wandering the parking lot at Waterworks Park, meowing.   People said he’d been there for an hour or so.  He came right up to us, purr-purr and headrubs. Dark was coming, what are you going to do?

Put him in the car, stopped at a nearby variety store.  Nope, he didn’t look familiar and nobody asking about him.  So he’s been in our garage, slowly venturing into the house.  Our nasty cat hisses and spits at him.

Wally on stairwayPosters are up, ads are placed.  If someone has lost their pet, I hope they find us.  And he definitely is a pet cat.  He’s neutered, he’s not starving, he looks healthy, and he loves cuddling on laps and being petted.

But he’s been here two whole days now.  If I lost my cat, I’d be beating the bushes, going door to door – I’d call in the police if I thought I could.  If someone is doing that and just hasn’t found us yet, please accept my apology for what I am about to say.

If this cat no longer fits in your plans or if you thought you could help solve a difficulty by dumping him, thanks for giving us your problem.  If you drove him to the park thinking “somebody will take him in and give him a good home”, thanks for disrupting our lives for two days so far.

Yes, we did take him.  A crying cat alone in a public place with no houses near by, almost dark.  What kind of person wouldn’t?  The people there were all concerned about him, and I could see the looks of relief when they realized a sucker was there willing to take him.  Lucky them!

So he’s now being treated for parasites – no evidence of any, but just as a precaution old cat watches new catbecause I don’t know anything about his history.  If he isn’t claimed soon, he’ll have to get vaccinations.  He might be up to date on them but, again, I don’t know.

So, I have a request for anyone planning to dump their pet for someone else to look after. Spend one last dollar and buy a collar.  Attach a note with information on vaccinations, age and medical history.  If you want me or some “nice person” to clean up your mess, that’s the least you can do.  We’re paying money to do preventive vet care that may not be needed.

Again I apologize if someone is frantically looking for him.  Please contact me if he’s your cat.  We like him, are calling him Wally, but would love to see him reunited with his people.

Here’s a July 29th update on Wally – still with us!