Who says cats hate water?

I admit this story is unusual, but not rare. I used to have a beautiful cat named taboo who loved to bathe with me. I’m a tub gal and imagine my surprise when Taboo jumped onto the side of the tub and then stepped onto the dry spot on my tummy and laid down, then dipped his tail into the water and then one of his front paws! He did this EVERY TIME I had a bath. Currently, our Tortoise shell cat,Boo stands just outside the shower door when her chosen person/slave, my husband is in there and pushes her face against the bottom and gets her little tongue in there to lap up some life giving H2O. We both think she’d happily join him ,but hubby is afraid he might step on her.

So next time you hear some moron tell you that ALL CATS HATE WATER, just point them to this post.

The Visitor



Last night, I was awakened by the most blood curdling sound. It was the low moan of a cat in trouble. It was 5:30 in the morning and pouring rain outside. I went to the sliding glass door and looked out onto my patio to see the stray cat who sometimes visits me when he needs to come in from the cold. His back was up and he was in a showdown with another stray tom cat. I opened my sliding glass door and shooed the stranger away. After he was sure that his nemesis had indeed fled the scene, Tabby (I have no idea if he actually has a name, but as he is a tabby cat, that’s what I call him) came in. He was soaking wet and shivering with cold, or rage, or perhaps a combination of the two. He let me towel him off and then he scarfed down some Meow Mix that I keep for just such an occasion. After his appetite was sated, Tabby joined me on the sofa and we both fell asleep, him, exhausted from battle, me just exhausted. After about an hour, the now dry Tabby, woke me up by mewing at the door and I let him back outside. He never stays long, but it seems that I am his port in a storm (literally and figuratively). I went back to bed and dreamed of sad wet cats. To me one of the most heart wrenching images is the sad wet cat. Nothing awakens my maternal instinct as quickly. In spirit of misery loves company, I thought I’d share some images of what happens when cats get wet. (Cue the Sarah McLachlan song)





When such a sad thing happens to the one animal on the planet that personifies the word dignity, one can only ask…



These are the days of my week


My Mum and I are both cat lovers of the highest order and while neither of us is lucky enough to actually have a cat living in our homes at the moment, we both love looking at pictures of adorable kitties. I have been following the blog at http://icanhas.cheezburger.com/lolcats for years. Whenever the world gets too harsh and I need quick injection of cute, it’s my go to place. Last year, I began sending my Mum a daily dose of her own kitty cuteness, direct from lolcats. Over the months, I have renamed all of the days of the week to coincide with these feline emails. It all started when I noticed that many of the folks in my twitter feed were referring to Saturday as Caturday and it just spiraled from there. Let me illustrate…








My Mum looks forward to her her daily kitty emails. It’s a little thing that brings us closer together even though we live on opposite sides of the country. Thank you to the kind folks at http://icanhas.cheezburger.com/lolcats for giving me such a sweet way to let my Mum know that I am thinking of her.