tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69220570431911832522024-03-08T06:22:49.755-07:00Cats Who TwitterA site where twitter cats can meet and share, beyond 140 characters at a time!Henry (aka Quadpawd)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499161409364892191noreply@blogger.comBlogger159125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922057043191183252.post-54890094053715359102011-07-04T08:32:00.000-06:002011-07-04T08:32:19.867-06:00You Say You Want a #revoLOLshun<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HUeedc8uNAQ/ThHIXYf3FpI/AAAAAAAABhk/cEifwRzboEo/s1600/revoLOLshunwwire.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="284" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HUeedc8uNAQ/ThHIXYf3FpI/AAAAAAAABhk/cEifwRzboEo/s320/revoLOLshunwwire.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Fellow felines the time has come. The time has come for us to stand up and be appreciated. Todays hoomans have been slacking. They seem to think that since the Kings of fell, they no longer need to hold us in high esteem. They are wrong!</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That is why the time has come, the time for a <b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">#revoLOLshun</span></i></b>! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Furiends, please visit the new <b><i><span style="color: #c00000;"><a href="http://revololshun.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #c00000;">#revoLOLshun</span><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span><span style="font-style: normal;">website</span></a> </span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"> </span>where you can join our request… No, make that our CATifesto (of DEMANDS) for the following:<span style="color: #c00000;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">1.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span>Our PURRPOSE…</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span>BASIC needs….</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">3.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span>QUALITY OF LIFE demands…</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">4.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span>DIETARY needs….</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> A few CONDITIONAL CONSESSIONS….</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">6.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span>A rundown of our purrsonal DUTIES…. </span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">7.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span>GOOD KARMA from our hoomans…</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">8.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span>Plus our demand for immediate acceptance and terminology requirement!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>JOIN US; JOIN US NOW! </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2u7S_85I2nY/ThHMmJIOzVI/AAAAAAAABho/vU_lk3ra18I/s1600/802c67db74914420f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2u7S_85I2nY/ThHMmJIOzVI/AAAAAAAABho/vU_lk3ra18I/s320/802c67db74914420f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Our leader is the GREAT <a href="http://twitter.com/kittehboi">kittehboi</a> from twitter, who is also known as <a href="http://kittehboi.blogspot.com/">MR. BREEZE</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">. </span><br />
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Thanks for stopping by (go to the #revoLOLshun site now… hehe)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
Henry (aka Quadpawd) </div>Henry (aka Quadpawd)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499161409364892191noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922057043191183252.post-83684250766387867742011-02-22T13:50:00.001-07:002011-02-22T13:51:58.699-07:00Calling All Critters...Furiends, as many of you are away Christchurch, NZ was recently hit with a devastating earthquake. And while the Communities citizens are doing everything they can to aid one another alongside various disaster relief teams, I would like to remind you of another segment of Christchurch's population, the animals. <br />
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My friend and brother <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><a href="http://rumble-bum.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-so-everyone-knows.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">d'Artagnan Rumblepurr</span></a> </span>who lives in New Zealand, quickly came up with a great way that we animals can help lookout for our own. He set up a 'Chip-in' widget to help raise funds for the Christchurch (Canterbury) SPCA. (You'll find the widget on the upper right portion of this site.)<br />
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I have several pals in New Zealand, and have been lucky to hear from most of them, but there are still a few that I'm very worried for. <i>Please join me in sending purrs and prayers to everyone affected by the earthquakes. </i><br />
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If you can spare even a dollar for our furry friends in NZ, it would be greatly appreciated. And please watch the News for other ways you may be able to help our human friends too.<br />
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Thanks for stopping by,<br />
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Henry (aka <a href="http://twitter.com/quadpawd"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Quadpawd</span></a>)<br />
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BTW <i>All</i> proceeds raised through 'Chip-in' will go to the Canterbury SPCAHenry (aka Quadpawd)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499161409364892191noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922057043191183252.post-69130943462460175762010-12-23T22:41:00.000-07:002010-12-23T22:41:14.625-07:00Furever Friday: MissKittyThing<div class="MsoNormal">Guess what time it is… No, it’s not Tool time, or even Miller time, it’s time for another addition of Furever Friday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Woot!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And your in luck this week, because I’m introducing you to a kitty that few of you know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Furiends, meet the <i>beautiful</i> <span style="color: #943634; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;"><a href="http://twitter.com/MissKittyThing"><span style="color: #943634; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;"><b>MissKittyThing</b></span></a></span>.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">=^..^=<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TRQwdHHspmI/AAAAAAAABfQ/x88fuGrLkfo/s1600/Chillaxin+in+the+859.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TRQwdHHspmI/AAAAAAAABfQ/x88fuGrLkfo/s400/Chillaxin+in+the+859.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><br />
</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Do you remember any about your life before finding you forever home?</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">No. The Humane Society told Momma and Daddy that I'd been left in a pet carrier on their front porch. HS also said I was about a year old, but my parents think I was only about six months.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>How did you find your forever home (or how did it find you?)</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Momma and Daddy came to PetSmart to peruse HS cats, and I just happened to be there. Daddy saw me and refused to look at another cat! Both of us were in love at first sight! Momma got me out of the cage, and Daddy signed the adoption papers. At home, I hid under the bed for a long time because I was scared, but I came out and went to bed with Momma and Daddy; it was a good night, and they had bought me several toys and stuff.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TRQw8g5ZUmI/AAAAAAAABfc/necwnIMDqtY/s1600/Pic09072016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TRQw8g5ZUmI/AAAAAAAABfc/necwnIMDqtY/s400/Pic09072016.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><br />
</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>What’s your favorite thing about your adoptive family?</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Daddy loves me so much! He lets me do things Momma would never let me do - like sleeping on the table and stuff. It's warm at home, and I get to sleep as much as I want, and Daddy brings me lots of cardboard and trout. I love cardboard and canned trout. Thought probably not at the same time!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TRQxPrMx8SI/AAAAAAAABfg/CokUR0OSNpU/s1600/sup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TRQxPrMx8SI/AAAAAAAABfg/CokUR0OSNpU/s400/sup.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">=^..^=<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal">What to learn more about this purrty kitty?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s as simple as going over and hitting the follow button on twitter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Trust me when I tell you she’s a sweetheart and would make a great addition to your inner circle!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Thanks Miss Kitty for sharing your story (and for being my furiend!) *nosetap*</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Thanks for stopping by, everyone!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Henry (<span style="color: #943634; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;"><a href="http://twitter.com/quadpawd"><span style="color: #943634; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">Quadpawd</span></a></span>)</div>Henry (aka Quadpawd)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499161409364892191noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922057043191183252.post-28143312031824529982010-12-04T17:16:00.001-07:002010-12-04T17:18:18.298-07:00Furever Friday: Erwin (aka themerz)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal">OMC…. It’s Caturday already? Guess instead of calling this post Furever Friday I should have renamed it a Caturday Night Special. MOL Anyway, I was lucky enough to meet up with another great cat this past week and in turn get to share with you a very, very happy rescue story. Furiends, meet <a href="http://twitter.com/thesmerz"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Erwin</span></a> (aka <a href="http://twitter.com/thesmerz"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">thesmerz</span></a>)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">=^..^=</span><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TPrXdNnq8TI/AAAAAAAABe0/rSEdsb2TwqU/s1600/tumblr_l2b4tnxY0L1qbny40o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TPrXdNnq8TI/AAAAAAAABe0/rSEdsb2TwqU/s320/tumblr_l2b4tnxY0L1qbny40o1_500.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><br />
</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b>Do you remember any about your life before finding you forever home?</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #333333;">Before I found my furever home Iz was living in a warehouse with my sisfurz and my momz. This strange manz was livingz dere tooz. One dayz there was a partyz at the warehouse where Iz livedz and da man who stayed where we did was trying to sellz us to the people at da partyz. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;">One of the guyz at da party said he wouldnt buy us but he would TAKE us. Unfortunately hez was only ablez to grabz mez and one of my sisfurz :(...(Myz cat momz & my other sisfur gotz scared and wentz to hidez) This guy seemed nicez to me so Iz let himz pick mez up. Iz guess he rode his bike to da party so he put us in a box wif a lidz and strapped us to hiz bike and rode us to his homez...There were lotz of other kittiez and some dogz at my diz place...Iz was very curiouz.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TPrXxbVllkI/AAAAAAAABe4/Cff-UpAgtns/s1600/tumblr_kymrdrpgZF1qbny40o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="270" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TPrXxbVllkI/AAAAAAAABe4/Cff-UpAgtns/s400/tumblr_kymrdrpgZF1qbny40o1_500.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b>How did you find your forever home?</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;">A few dayz later this lady (who is nowz my fureverz hooman momz) camez over...Iz was sleepingz on top of the refrigeratorz. Theyz woke me up and dat ladyz was holdingz mez...Iz was so sleepy dat I fartedz on herz.(hee hee) she didnt seemz to carez cause she squeezed me anyway and said Iz wuz puufectz for herz...I gotz to ridez in da carz outside of my cat carrierz... right on diz ladyz lap...Iz puurred for 4 dayz straight. I wuz sad to leavez my realz sisfurz but my newz hoomanz momz was really nice to mez...she evenz sleepz with me on da floor in da bathroomz my first night in my fureverz home.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TPrX8HhsHNI/AAAAAAAABe8/06YiZXtsDCs/s1600/tumblr_lacyvinRpS1qbny40o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TPrX8HhsHNI/AAAAAAAABe8/06YiZXtsDCs/s320/tumblr_lacyvinRpS1qbny40o1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;">What Iz lovez da most aboutz my foreverz home is my two other sisfurs Brindle and Ginger (ezp Ginger Iz luvz herz very much). Iz luvz to play and get in troublez and denz look really cute so my hoomanz cant stayz madz at mez!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TPrZMfg7RcI/AAAAAAAABfI/ensilqwThVY/s1600/tumblr_kzgo9lce3A1qbny40o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TPrZMfg7RcI/AAAAAAAABfI/ensilqwThVY/s400/tumblr_kzgo9lce3A1qbny40o1_500.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;">Iz likez to sleepz and meowz and play wif my kooziez and rollz around on my kitty condo...:) I also lovez to smellz my hoomanz breathe wheneverz they come homez so I can see what they have been eatingz<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;">Iz have a good life...Iz very happy! MEOWZ !<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TPrYX5l73sI/AAAAAAAABfE/U-CT_MNcJ50/s1600/2010-11-01+21.07.46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TPrYX5l73sI/AAAAAAAABfE/U-CT_MNcJ50/s400/2010-11-01+21.07.46.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><br />
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</b></div><div class="MsoNormal">Is that a great story or what?!?! I have to admit that I’m a bit jealous… Two sisters? That would be HEAVEN for me. Hehe Of course the rest of his story is grand too and it sounds like he found himself in the purrfect home. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">What’s that? Was that you meowin’ that you wanted to learn more about Erwin and his extended family? Well then, you’re in luck. Turns out that earlier this year his hooman mom wrote a great guest post on on <a href="http://ihavecat.wordpress.com/2010/02/12/married-with-cat-s/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I Have Cat</span></a>. You should so go and check it out! </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">A special thank you to Erwin for sharing his story today. If we were dogs, you would be Top. *snicker, nosetap*</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Thanks for stopping by!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Henry (aka <a href="http://twitter.com/quadpawd"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Quadpawd</span></a>)</div>Henry (aka Quadpawd)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499161409364892191noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922057043191183252.post-9150235434895746772010-11-19T17:48:00.000-07:002010-11-19T17:48:08.288-07:00Furever Friday: Blueberrycat<div class="MsoNormal">A while back I was shocked to hear that there was a tweeting blueberry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I couldn’t believe it. I mean obviously anipals can tweet, but Blueberries? Really? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So then I did the only thing I could, I searched it out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Imagine my happy surprise when I learned that a Blueberry was not only on twitter, but also a CAT.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yep, my furiends, this week’s featured guest is none other than<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"> <a href="http://twitter.com/blueberrycat"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>BlueberryCat</b></span></a></span>.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span></span><span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">=^..^=<span></span></span><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TOcXpxqj-JI/AAAAAAAABeo/7czRQ_Lrydo/s1600/12107+00000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TOcXpxqj-JI/AAAAAAAABeo/7czRQ_Lrydo/s400/12107+00000.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: xx-small;">Blueberry with his blankie</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><br />
</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Do you remember your life before finding you forever home?<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Before I came to my forever home I lived with a couple that bred my kind of kitty - Devon Rex's. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were nice and tried their hardest to take good care of us all, (I was one of a litter of four). <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Unfortunately they both lost their jobs and the gentleman had health problems that caused him to go into the hospital. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The couple decided that to give us the best possible life they would surrender us to a rescue agency.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TOcYBTkYZQI/AAAAAAAABes/kYHmE4lj7BA/s1600/12107+00006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TOcYBTkYZQI/AAAAAAAABes/kYHmE4lj7BA/s400/12107+00006.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: xx-small;">Looks like love to me...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">My forever home found me through the Washington/Oregon Devon Rex Rescue and Spinix too group. My mom and other human had adopted a girl Devon Rex named Sonya about a year before and learned what sweet, smart kitties we are. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My mom felt that they had the room and ability to care for other kitties, so she called the rescue group to see if anyone needed a forever home. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The rescue lady told mom about my situation AND that I have asthma so I may need extra care and vet visits down the line. Mom said no problem and set up things for me to come live here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TOcYyq7kbCI/AAAAAAAABew/Dgne4jIJPnU/s1600/DSC01388.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TOcYyq7kbCI/AAAAAAAABew/Dgne4jIJPnU/s400/DSC01388.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: xx-small;">Happiness: Blueberry sleeping w/Sonya (white) Truffle (brown) and Skookum (Orange Cornish Rex)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">What I like best of my forever home is that there are other kitties to play with. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mom and other human are great about making sure we have everything we need from good food and great toys to comfy beds and warm laps.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I really love to play fetch with a fuzzy ball. We all get our special pats and lovies. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My forever home also has dogs - great big dogs! They used to be racing greyhounds but now they pretty much just sleep on the couch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sometimes I'll sneak up and cuddle with one. When they go in the backyard I watch from the window, often they make up their own fun by racing each other! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They may be retired but they are still really fast! </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">So far my asthma hasn't caused any problems other than it's hard to hide because everyone finds me by listening for my breathing. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn't have very much of a coat when I first came here, Mom thinks that was maybe because of the food I had been eating and stress, but now I've grown more hairs with good food and lots of love. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mom and other human do think I'm just one of those kitties that won't have a super dense, fluffy coat.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Wow, what a great tale! How lucky is the Blueberry’s Mom, to have such a furiendly kitty?!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m so glad that fate brought them together and that Blueberry has such a (big) and wonderful family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you haven’t met Blueberry you should head over to twitter and introduce yourself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know I’m sure lucky to have him as one my pals!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Blueberry,<i> thank you</i> for sharing your wonderful story!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Oh and how did you convince your Mom to get you some doggies? Henry want! Hehe)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Thanks for stopping by!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Henry (aka <a href="http://twitter.com/quadpawd"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Quadpawd</span></a>)</div>Henry (aka Quadpawd)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499161409364892191noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922057043191183252.post-12427952961668705062010-10-29T18:13:00.004-06:002010-10-29T18:24:22.717-06:00Furever Friday: GiacTheCatYay, it’s Furever Friday once again! This week my pal Giacomo (aka <a href="http://twitter.com/GiacTheCat"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">GiacTheCat</span></a>) is sharing his story. And what a story it is too. I’m not really clear on whether he was placed by an angel or placed with one, but one thing is for certain; Giacomo had a very unique way of entering the lives of his furever family! But hey, it’s his story, so I’m going to let him tell it…<br />
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</div>I remember it was cold and lonely in the attic I was born in, and my litter mates were noisy cause they were crying. I also remember wondering why my cat mom wasn't about to take care of us.<br />
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</div>One day Mom told Dad she heard some meowing or crying in the house but Dad said he didn't hear anything. She looked outside in the bushes but didn't find anything. Everybody thought she was nuts but she knew she heard something. Finally Dad agreed to look in the basement but he didn't find anything. Mom kept hearing the faint cries. She asked Dad to look in the attic but he thought there was no way there was anything up there. He went up there anyway and he found me and three other kittens. We were cold and hungry, and apparently our cat Mom had not been able to take care of us. We were carefully wrapped up and put in a box. Our Mom's Mom used to own and run pet shops, so she knew exactly what to do for us.<br />
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</div>We had to be bottle-fed and kept warm cause we were only about three weeks old. Mom had cancer at the time, and taking care of us (with her Mom's help) was a nice way of getting her mind off her treatments. We grew big and strong, but unfortunately one of my litter mates didn't make it. Eventually when Mom was stronger and we were bigger, my sister and I lived full time with my Mom, and her Mom took my twin brother. Mom gave us Italian names because Dad is Italian and she was sucking up to him. He really isn't a cat person but over the years I have swayed him.<br />
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<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #333333;">What’s your favorite thing about your adoptive family? <o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div>My favorite thing is getting lots of attention. It's hard being abandoned your biological mom and it makes me kind of needy sometimes. I also like the security, the companionship of my brothers and sister, and the great noms!<br />
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</div>I’m almost meowless after learning about Giacomo… I can’t wrap my paws around how he got so lucky to be rescued and loved in the very home his cat Mom choose for him! Maybe she couldn’t care for him and his siblings when they were babies, but she was very wise in her decision on where to place them! Oh and the fact that his human Mom is doing better is just a catnip garnish on a tuna casserole! (Or in human speak it's awesome, fantastico, and/or great news!)<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333;">Thank you Giacomo for sharing your story! It’s a great one and I count myself lucky to be one of your pals. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">Henry (aka </span><a href="http://twitter.com/quadpawd"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Quadpawd</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">)<o:p></o:p></span></div>Henry (aka Quadpawd)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499161409364892191noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922057043191183252.post-43720683462888197462010-10-21T08:09:00.000-06:002010-10-21T08:09:41.724-06:00Furever Friday: SeattleP<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">Yay! Today, I am lucky in that I get to share another great Furever Friday story with you!</span><span style="color: #333333;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">Today’s guest is my pal Jeego, who shares her twitter account with her Mom using the name </span><a href="http://twitter.com/SeattleP"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">@SeattleP</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">.</span><span style="color: #333333;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">Jeego is a sweet girl who loves to visit with her friends and hangs out at the #nipclub whenever she gets the chance.</span><span style="color: #333333;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">There’s a lot more to her story though, as you will soon discover…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Do you remember your life before finding your forever home?</span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I was about 6 weeks old when I was left at Seattle Animal Shelter. They didn't want me because I didn't look like a true Siamese. My markings were not the same on my face and my front legs. People were confused at what kind of Siamese I was. The Shelter I was left at was a kill shelter so I was hoping I would find a home before my time was up.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TMBHQgQgVVI/AAAAAAAABeM/K3mUaDIfbRM/s1600/DSCN0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TMBHQgQgVVI/AAAAAAAABeM/K3mUaDIfbRM/s400/DSCN0011.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">One day the lady came in to the shelter. She was looking for a white cat. I was 8 weeks old and my body looked white at that age. (I look darker now) She saw me and fell in love with me. My peeps were looking for a friend for Pumpkin their adult cat. My dad picked me up a few days later after I had been microchipped and given shots. I was really sick the first day they had to put me in the bathroom. The vet gave me special food and medication. I made it fine after my first night. My brother Pumpkin was training me. He was like a dog he would follow dad around when dad was outside. He taught me how to knock on the door, how to stay in the back yard, come when being called....... Unfortunately, he had cancer and passed away. My peeps cried so hard he was a special cat. Dad still misses him.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TMBItZTMFWI/AAAAAAAABeQ/UsG_h0z1KDc/s1600/P9060010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TMBItZTMFWI/AAAAAAAABeQ/UsG_h0z1KDc/s400/P9060010.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">They let me jump on their tummies and bounce off like a trampoline. They don't mind if I give them love bites. They treat me like a queen. I own the living room and the kitchen. My mom let me share her twitter account @SeattleP. My peeps are over 40 so I forgive her for being lazy and not wanting to have a blog or FB. As long as they keep the tuna coming I am happy to share twitter with her ;) <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TMBI_jHGTtI/AAAAAAAABeU/RzZyBr6iifQ/s1600/P9060009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TMBI_jHGTtI/AAAAAAAABeU/RzZyBr6iifQ/s400/P9060009.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Well there you have it my furiends, the cat behind the twitter account. Hehe If you haven’t met Jeego yet, I would recommend that you introduce yourself soon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She is super sweet kitty who is always there for her furiends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t let that sweetness fool you though, she<i> love’s</i> her catnip and knows how to #pawpawty down. *snicker*<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">Henry (</span><a href="http://twitter.com/quadpawd"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Quadpawd</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">)</span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>Henry (aka Quadpawd)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499161409364892191noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922057043191183252.post-24041799660453776322010-10-01T17:59:00.001-06:002010-10-01T18:03:25.575-06:00FureverFriday: ChezLuna<div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">OMC… </span><i style="color: #783f04;">I’m so excited</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">. This week I was lucky enough to catch up with @</span><a href="http://twitter.com/ChezLuna"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">ChezLuna</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"> (aka Jack and Luna) a great brother and sisfur duo from Catifornia.</span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">LUNA: Back in June 2008, I found myself lost on the streets of Santa Monica, CA (don't remember how). I was about 6 months old and thought I was pregnant. I was very hungry and afraid, a sweet little girl obviously used to a safe home. A nice lady took me in her apartment, fed me, and let me sleep with her in a warm, fluffy bed. Unfortunately, she could not keep me because her lease didn't allow pets.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span">JACK: I was dumped on the street a year ago with my 2 brothers and 2 sisters: we were 3 weeks old, so I don't remember anything. We were taken to a public shelter in Los Angeles, where we would have all been PTS because we were too young, if not for a fabulous rescue group that fostered us with a nice family until we were ready to be adopted. (My 2 sisters were adopted by a Beverly Hills family, and my 2 brothers by a Glendale family.)</span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><b>HOW DID YOU FIND YOUR FOREVER HOME (OR HOW DID IT FIND YOU?)</b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TKZyDzn0HII/AAAAAAAABdc/_zo7ItYM130/s1600/Luna+81.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TKZyDzn0HII/AAAAAAAABdc/_zo7ItYM130/s400/Luna+81.jpg" width="350" /></a></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">LUNA: The nice lady knew neighbors who had lost their 23 year old cat to old age and sickness a few months before. She asked them whether they would be ready to adopt me. The neighbors --a big teddy-bearish surfer dude and a French mama-- fell in love with me instantly. Time for them to ready their home for my arrival, and to schedule an appointment with the vet, and I was in! The vet experience wasn't fun, with neutering, shots and microchipping, but luckily I only had a false pregnancy. My new staff pampered me until I was fully recovered... and ready to take over their home!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TKZybrCtNKI/AAAAAAAABdo/bcc-n9HE_hc/s1600/IMG_0015r.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TKZybrCtNKI/AAAAAAAABdo/bcc-n9HE_hc/s400/IMG_0015r.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"> <span class="apple-style-span">JACK: Even though Frog works from home and gave Luna a lot of attention (as well the Dude whenever he was home), she needed more fun and interaction, so the family decided to find her a companion. After much research, they settled on finding a male kitten with sufficient mojo to fit with Luna's lap princess personality. At the same time, my foster mom posted information about my litter for adoption on Craigslist and Twitter, and that's how staff found me. My 2 sisters had already been adopted, and we were the 3 brothers left for adoption. I immediately took over the Dude, while my 2 brothers Mo and Louie stuck together out visitors' way (it's a good thing they were adopted together, as I was the most fearless and independent of all.) When my foster mom took me to my new home, I was 2 months old. The first few days were rough, as Luna was reluctant to share her palace, but Frog and Dude took the time to make the introduction to Luna, with lots of cuddles </span><span class="apple-style-span">and attention to both of us. Within 2 days, Luna and I shared the same room (though at a safe distance,) but Frog had to sleep in a different room with Luna for 13 days, while I slept with the Dude in a different room, until we all felt safe about Luna's potential reaction.)</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TKZ2t2kLyWI/AAAAAAAABeA/Y6dxE4eXfMs/s1600/LunaJack+051210+cattree+nap1r.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TKZ2t2kLyWI/AAAAAAAABeA/Y6dxE4eXfMs/s400/LunaJack+051210+cattree+nap1r.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><b>WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOUR ADOPTIVE FAMILY?</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">LUNA <i>&</i> JACK: </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">We live in a nice apartment with lots of toys, a humongous, fun cat tree, scratch pads and fluffy beds everywhere, and large windows plus balcony to watch a busy wildlife: birds, bugs, squirrels, raccoons, opossums, and other pets on the street (non-stop activity!)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">We get a lot of attention from Frog and Dude, and it's great to have Frog at home most of the time; nothing beats walking on her keyboard or in front of her computer screen when she's trying to work. She's also the biggest goofball of all when she plays with us. The Dude is, well, a Dude, but also the best cuddler on the planet... and the best to sleep on at night!</span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span">For Luna, it's fun not be alone anymore, and to have a little bro she can teach who's boss to, as well as the ropes of kitty life (staff calls her The Jedi.) For Jack, it's great to have a big sis from whom to learn all the kitty tricks and tips he didn't get to learn from his mommy. Our different personalities combine well for play and cuddlepiles, and we get to share and enjoy things together that only kitties can understand. Someone once said that cats come in pairs, and it's very true.</span></span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">Last but not least: staff volunteers at a local, non-PTS rescue that helps homeless kitties find loving homes. Tough this means sharing their attention with furry strangers, we're happy those kitties get to enjoy tender love and care; plus we get to sniff all sorts of intriguing smells when staff comes home from the rescue! We may have turned into spoiled brats, but we will never forget that once, we were homeless kitties, too.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">WOW! I gotta meow… Stories like these make me pawsative that rescuing humans is the best way for us animals to find a good home. If you know a stray human, introduce him/her to a friendly cat or (even) dog right away. It’s the right thing to do!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">Jack and Luna:THANK YOU for sharing your wonderful story. I am super happy that you have such a great home life!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
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</div>Henry (aka Quadpawd)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499161409364892191noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922057043191183252.post-54668698386241587692010-09-27T15:07:00.000-06:002010-09-27T15:07:45.404-06:00Furever Friday: JoeyBeanCat (Sp Monday Edition)<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">OMC…. I know what your thinking… Is it Friday already? I’m sad to tell you that the answer is no. There is good news though: I have a special addition of Furever Friday for you <i>today</i>. Um… Maybe I should call it Furever Monday?! Hehe Anyway, today I am happy to introduce to you my dear furiend <a href="http://twitter.com/joeybeancat"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>JoeyBeanCat</b></span></span></a>. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I do! I have a sad story, Mom says. I was an abused kitten who was abandoned and left to starve. Some nice animal control people came and got me and took me to a pound. From there a pet rescue got me and took me to live with a foster family. I was very shy because of the abuse and didn't do well at the adoption fairs. No one wanted me because I would hide from them! I also had upper respiratory, but no one knew it. I ended up having it for three years, until Mom found me and knew something was wrong. Because of that, I have asthma. But Mom gets me shots when I need them, and I am still healthy! I play a lot, but sometimes I do have to stop and catch my breath. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Mom is the best! She never gets mad at me, and she gives me lots of love and attention. She always tells me what a good boy I am, and that really helped me overcome my shyness and fear. Now I'm a friendly boy, and I purr constantly!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TKEF2j1W8GI/AAAAAAAABcw/WPEuJPglBzU/s1600/milkringdaycomic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="335" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TKEF2j1W8GI/AAAAAAAABcw/WPEuJPglBzU/s400/milkringdaycomic.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Enlarge cartoon for betther viewing!</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><i>Wow,</i> what a great story! I am soooo happy for Joey, it sounds like he found the purrfect Mom! It’s also wonderful that people kept fighting for Joey until they met. If <i>you</i> haven’t met joey yet, I strongly encourage you to add him to your list and drop him a message. He a great cat, and would love to be your furiend!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I would also like to send a special “Meow” out to Joey as I know I had promised I would get this posted a bit sooner. Thanks for your patience my furiend and thank you for sharing your wonderful story!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Henry (aka<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"> </span><a href="http://twitter.com/quadpawd"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Quadpawd</span></a>)<o:p></o:p></span></div>Henry (aka Quadpawd)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499161409364892191noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922057043191183252.post-752390512686910452010-09-17T12:38:00.002-06:002010-09-17T12:55:26.138-06:00Furever Friday: Pumpkinpuddy<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">I am sooooo excited! I was lucky enough to land a Furever Friday interview with the lovely </span><a href="http://twitter.com/Pumpkinpuddy"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">Pumkinpuddy</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">. Pumpkin is a real sweetheart and has a amazing tale to tell (not to mention a beautiful floofy tail to boot…hehe.) But </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">d</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">on’t just take my meow for it, check out her incredible journey below…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">Not much. I know I was born in a trailer park and lived there until I was about 6 or 7 weeks old. I have a brofur named Ringo who lives with Mom’s friend. I was quite tiny when I came to Mom so I don’t remember anything else.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TJO0SnZwzKI/AAAAAAAABcc/tk1T0FB2oNA/s1600/DSCN0909.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TJO0SnZwzKI/AAAAAAAABcc/tk1T0FB2oNA/s400/DSCN0909.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">How did you find your forever home (or how did it find you?)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">Mom used to have three cats. One died several years ago at 13. Her name was Beastie and she was Mom’s first cat. A year ago spring Mom lost another cat. Her name was Pixie and she was 15. She has an interesting story. Someone threw her out of a van and Mom and her friends had tried to find her and couldn’t. About 6 weeks later there was a terrible snow storm. She turned up on Mom’s porch all matted and half starved. Well she broke Mom’s heart and Mom had to take her in. She lived with Mom for 13 years before she died.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">That just left Sheena. Sheena and Pixie were best friends. Sheena was almost 18 so Mom didn’t want to spring a new cat on her, until Chris called her about me. Sheena had been kind of mopey ever since Pixie died, so Mom decided that maybe she should adopt another cat to be Sheena’s new playmate.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TJOygW5RYcI/AAAAAAAABb8/fvWqsM8Dymo/s1600/DSCN0895.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TJOygW5RYcI/AAAAAAAABb8/fvWqsM8Dymo/s400/DSCN0895.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">Mom’s friend Chris works with a shelter that catches feral cats, neuters them, and releases them. She’d been trying to catch my mom cat for over a year, so knew when we were born. My brofur and I were born in a trailer park in early to mid-September and she was afraid we wouldn’t survive the first cold snap so she took us in when we were barely weaned. She gave me to Mom and kept my brofur. His name is Ringo and he has in own <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001480111215&ref=ts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Facebook</span></a> page if you want to get to know him. I’m trying to get him on Twitter.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">I came to live with Mom a week before Halloween. At first I lived in a great big bathroom. I was so small Mom was afraid I’d get lost or hurt because the house is kind of big. After about a week and a half Mom let me out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. About a week later she opened the bedroom door to see what I’d do. It took me probably another week and a half to get brave enough to go down the stairs.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TJOypUI3vQI/AAAAAAAABcE/QuV_Wm8Ew5g/s1600/DSCN0980.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TJOypUI3vQI/AAAAAAAABcE/QuV_Wm8Ew5g/s400/DSCN0980.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">It turns out I came into Mom’s life at just the right time. What Mom thought was moping turned out to be sickness. Sheena was very sick and Mom didn’t know it. At first the v-e-t thought it was stress because of me. It turned out to be something very serious and Mom took Sheena to the v-e-t to help her cross the Rainbow Bridge the night before Thanksgiving. That wasn’t a very happy Thanksgiving in our house.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">Since I was born feral and wasn’t used to being handled like kitties are that are born in a house, it took Mom and I a while to warm up to each other. Well, it took me about a month to warm up to Mom. I think Mom was in love with me the first time she saw me. Now I adore my Mom. I follow her everywhere, and sleep with her sometimes, and love to cuddle in her lap.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TJOyxd7v7NI/AAAAAAAABcM/Oh6tn2k6SdE/s1600/DSCN1158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TJOyxd7v7NI/AAAAAAAABcM/Oh6tn2k6SdE/s400/DSCN1158.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">What’s your favorite thing about your adoptive family?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">Everything! It’s just Mom and me and we get along wonderfully. We love to snuggle. I get lots of belly rubs and more toys than I know what to do with. I can eat whenever I want and I get lots of treats, too. I’m terribly spoiled and I </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">love it</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">! I have my little red tent and I have my wonderful stroller for going outside. Our house has a nice back yard and lots of critters come to visit. I get to watch bunnies and birds all day. There’s a grey cat that roams around and sometimes he comes to visit me. With Mom’s help, I have my </span><a href="http://pumpkinpuddy.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">blog</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">, a </span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=100001002330889&ref=ts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Facebook page</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"> (that I admit I don’t pay enough attention to) and I get to visit with my amazing pals on </span><a href="http://twitter.com/Pumpkinpuddy"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Twitter</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">. Mom takes me to parks and for walks. And now I got to go to </span><a href="http://events.blogpaws.com/blogpaws-2010-west-conference.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">BlogPaws West 2010</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"> where I celebrated my first birthday. What a year it’s been! I can’t imagine having a better place to live or a better Mom.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">OMC… What a great story! A big ol' nosetap and thank you goes out to Pumpkin for sharing with us!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">I love it when humans let a feral kitty move in and run the household! It makes me think that there is hope for those silly beans after all. If you haven’t met Pumpkin yet, you are missing out! Don’t just take my meow for it, go over to twitter and introduce yourself now. DO IT! *hehe*</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
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</span></div>Henry (aka Quadpawd)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499161409364892191noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922057043191183252.post-52448047389997664132010-07-16T15:34:00.001-06:002010-07-16T15:38:02.543-06:00Furever Friday: Rosie and Blossom<span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I’m sooooo happy that it’s Furever Friday again. I was lucky enough to have a couple more pals tell me their furever stories. This week I am most proud to bring you the story of the the adorable ladies behind </span><a href="http://twitter.com/piddleandpurr"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">PiddleandPurr</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">. </span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TEDNxU6RFFI/AAAAAAAABa4/otoSLSO6Mcs/s1600/Rosie+and+Blossom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TEDNxU6RFFI/AAAAAAAABa4/otoSLSO6Mcs/s400/Rosie+and+Blossom.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I feels I must warn you… Their story might make your eyes leak a little, so you might ask your human to get you a tissue before you read it.</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">=^..^=</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">We are </span><a href="http://twitter.com/piddleandpurr"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">piddleandpurr</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> on Twitter, but that is our alias! Our real names are Rosie (gray with beautiful black stripes which are ever so elegant) and Blossom (black and white tuxedo – can’t get much more elegant than a tuxedo). </span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span><b><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Do you remember your life before finding your forever home?</span></span></b><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Nope not so much. I know I looks like our furry mom and that she was found in the ally behind the knit shop in our small town. The lady who own da shop let Mom come inside cuz she was going to has da babies.</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Mom liked dat, cause she speshully liked ALL da boootimus yarns – she would take da balls of pretty threads and puts dem on top of da shelves way high up – she liked to hide dem for later. Den she had us right there in all dat yarn — we played and played and played. </span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Not such a glamorous story, but as fings turned out – it was a sweet happening. We was born on April 8</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">th</span></span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">, 2004 - da very same day our would be forever Poppa went to Heaven. SO you see, we was born to fill dat great big hole in Momma’s heart.</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Well, our forever momma came into shop a couple weeks later to buy yarn. Her heart was breaking and her eyes were leaking and she told da knit shop lady dat she fawt she would get a kitty to love.</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Dat knit shop lady was very smart and hugged her and said she had exactly what she needed. But she would have to wait for a few weeks. </span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">In the meantime, our soon to be momma, went home and started getting ready for a kitty – she bought carrier (I hate that thing); toys, food, blankie and other stuffs.</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Little did she know dat her very good friend would talk her into bringing TWO kitties home wif her – ha! Her friend knew it would take 8 paws to fill da hole in her heart cuz it was too big for just one kitty to handle.</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Eight weeks later, Momma go to shop to get da kitties – we had 2 brofers too, but dems was spoken for — she gathered us up in da carrier and her life not been boring since – teehee.</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">When she get home wif us, all da neighbors came to see da kitties cuz dems glad to see momma smiling again. Wez climbed on everyfing and when it was time for bed, I hid in da sofa – Momma turned da sofa upside down trying to find me – I finally hopped out and not scared anymore.</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"></span>Da neighbors brought prezzies to us - one even knitted blankies for us - pink wif white for me and white wif pink for Blossom.</span><br />
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<b><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">What’s your favorite thing about your forever home?</span></span></b><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">What not to love at our forever home? </span></i><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Momma don’t fuss when I brings little critters to her to play wif – I never hurts dem, just bring dem in, hop in da baftub and let them go. THEN da fun begins — I chases it around da tub and Momma squeals and chases both me and da critter. She usually catches da critter in a towel and take it back outside. She never let me keep it in da house — I doesn’t knows why. I never bring in da snakey – just chipmunks, mousies, baby birdies and bunnies. </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Another fing is dat I has pearls. I wears dem when I has to go to da VET. Momma finks ladies should always looks da very bestest and besides, one never knows if a handsome mancat is at vet too.</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">At 6:30 every morning, I jumps off da bed and gets in the sink in da bafroom and meow loudly til Momma comes, turns on da water. Den I washes my face and paws while she put on her makeup. If I good girl, Momma put a little make up on my cheeks too — puuuurrrrrr, I just love it that we gots a girly home.</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">First let me say, I HATE DEMS PEARLS — I would rather be catching froggies, climbing on top of the fridge, walking across da puter keyboard, unplugging the puter modem, stalking Shadow, da big black dog next door, getting totally inside Momma’s pillow case when she sleeping, using da pansy flower bed for my bafroom (it smell good) - I love da garden. </span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I likes to get on top of Momma in da early morning and open her eyes wif my paws. I sit there and purr, give her headbutts and open her eyes. I has to remind her it brekky time — she always get me nom noms when I ask. </span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I like it when Rosie not in house and me and Momma snuggle and cuddle.</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I never biteys Momma, I always very kind to our friends and let dem give me belly scratches. Dems brings me lots of nip cause I JUST LOVE IT. I always show dem how much I loves it – I get into it as soon as they gives it to me – so glad Rosie is busy wif other stuff, cause I don’t share my nip wif anybody. I’m da boss of da house – just ask Rosie, I has to thwock her sometimes when she is sassy.</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Our favorite fing about our forever home is our Momma – she so trainable!</span></span></b><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">*Wips leaky eyes with paw…* I think my heart just melted! <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">What a great furever story. Thank you so much Rosie and Blossom for sharing it with us. Furiends, if you haven’t met these two sweet Georgia peaches, I recommends you go to twitter ASAP and introduce yourself. It will be a win/win, trust me.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Thanks for stopping by!<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Henry (aka </span><a href="http://twitter.com/quadpawd"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Quadpawd</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">)</span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">(Editors note: Sorry about the funny formatting. I tried and tried and tried to fix it. Sometimes Blogger just has a mind of it's own...)</span></span>Henry (aka Quadpawd)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499161409364892191noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922057043191183252.post-3116600028572740682010-07-13T02:30:00.000-06:002010-07-13T02:30:09.302-06:00TOP CAT Takes Hawaii...Top Cat: 1 - Hawaii here we come (part 1)<br />
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One of my facebook pals, Doge di San Mao (Duke of San Mao) posted a Top Cat Episode on his feed and I just knew that all of you would appreciate a 'reintroduction' to a cartoon dedicated to the superior feline...<br />
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Hope you enjoy it!<br />
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Thanks for stopping by,<br />
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Henry (<a href="http://twitter.com/quadpawd"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Quadpawd</span></a>)Henry (aka Quadpawd)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499161409364892191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922057043191183252.post-89259049111752007752010-07-09T20:48:00.000-06:002010-07-09T20:48:07.231-06:00Furever Friday: AbbyDaTabby<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">YAY!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s time for another addition for another addition of Furever Friday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This week, I have the pleasure to introduce a very </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">PURRDY</span><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">/</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">BEAUTIFUL</span><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">/</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">ADORABLE</span><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> girl kitty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My furiends, meet the LOVELY <a href="http://twitter.com/AbbyDaTabby"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">AbbyDaTabby</span></a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Purr purr purr … …<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TDfevztrhRI/AAAAAAAABag/yDXWcN64TbM/s1600/Cute+Chloe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TDfevztrhRI/AAAAAAAABag/yDXWcN64TbM/s400/Cute+Chloe.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br />
</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Do you remember any about your life before finding you forever home?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I’m afraid I have self-induced amnesia when it comes to my life before my forever home. All I know is, I was about 3 months old and already on death row at animal control when da Mum walked in. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">It was my last day and da clock was ticking and she read da card on da front of my cage and then cuddled me and it was a done deal. I must have known it was my last day because I let her cuddle me. It’s about da only time I haven’t minded being cuddled! (Da Mum finks it was probably my catitude dat made someone dump me. Her nickname for me is “Devil Cat” because I can do a Jekyll & Hyde imitation in a split second. I have even been banned from da VET because I am so much trouble! Luckily, I have calmed down a bit in my old age.) Da animal control people told da Mum that I would be scared when I reached my new home but dey got it wrong – I ruled da household from day one, as you can see in da pikshur dat was taken about ten minutes after I got dere!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">My little sister <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Chloe</b> remembers a bit more about her early life. She was a tiny kitten, livin in da bushes wif her mom an brofur an one day she managed to get into an office building an was so scared dat she wormed her way into da workings of a water fountain an hid in dere for several days and refused to come out. Den a kind lady got a trap from da humane society and put some food in it and Chloe couldn’t resist it. Da Mum had heard about it and offered to take Chloe in and she came to live wif us. Unlike me, she WAS scared for a long time but gradually da Mum gained her trust and now dey are inseparable. She always hides from strangers though, so sometimes people think she doesn’t exist!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br />
</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">What’s your favorite thing about your adoptive family?</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">There are many favourite things about livin wif da Mum. Firstly, we love da fact dat we are loved and cared for and safe. Den we like da hundreds of toy mouses dat da Mum keeps trippin over and complainin about. Den dere are all da yummy treats she gives us and da snuggly places to take naps and da birdie feeder dat is stuck on da window and provides entertainment for us all day long. But mostly we just love da Mum because she loves us and saved us…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">=^..^=</span></b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">*Swoon* I love a girl with cattitude! <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Sigh… </i>Thank you so much Abby for sharing your story.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kudos to your Mum too, for rescuing you (and Chloe)! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Thanks for stopping by!!!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Henry (<a href="http://twitter.com/quadpawd"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">Quadpawd</span></a>)<o:p></o:p></span></div>Henry (aka Quadpawd)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499161409364892191noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922057043191183252.post-80170516571473344512010-07-02T12:43:00.000-06:002010-07-02T12:43:02.058-06:00Furever Friday: Shiva and Jaya<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">There are so many cool kitties in the twitterverse, that it’s hard to get to know them all, but today I want to introduce you to a couple of sweet catlebrities from the UK.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My friends <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><a href="http://twitter.com/ShivaandJaya"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Shiva </span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">and </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Jaya</span></a> </b>don’t limit themselves to twitter though, they also share a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/shivaandjaya"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">YouTube channel</span></a> and a brand new<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"> </span><a href="http://shivaandjaya.wordpress.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">bloggie</span></a> too!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So here we go…</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
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</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Do you remember any about your life before finding you forever home?</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Darkness, darkness. At first there was nothing but darkness. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And painful sharp thingies hurting our little cub bodies. We were dumped in a glass recycle bin very soon after we were born. We don't know who did this to us. To cut a long meow short, we think somebody heard us meowing and called the cops. We were rescued and brought to a shelter that specializes in neglected kittens and puppies. At the shelter, we experienced a lot of health problems. The vet came to see us every day. We stayed there for 3 months until we were strong enough for adoption. I, Jaya, had an ear infection when I grew up here at home. Last year I had an ear polyp removed. I've been 100% healthy since. And I, Shiva, have cerebellar hypoplasia. It's a mild form. I think it's fun! Just this morning I jumped off the table (guilty conscience) and I landed BOOM in the splits position! MOL!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
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</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">How did you find your forever home?<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mom's kitty Nala had gone to RB and she was very upset. She didn't want a new kitty, but her mom and stepdad found us through a newspaper ad. Secretly, they came to see us, made pictures of us and showed them to mom. They said that we had meowed that we really wanted mom to take care of us. Then she said yes. We arrived at Christmas Eve, 2007. There was no Christmas tree to climb in, but there was a loving mom. She was still sort of depressed after the loss of her other kitty and didn't know how to love us. It took us a few hours to grow on her and find a way to comfort her. Now we're inseperable!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
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</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">What’s your favorite thing about your adoptive family?<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">What we like the most about mom is that she's a boring nerd! MOL! She works four days from 9 to 5 (Mon-Thu) and when she's not at work, she's with us. Nerd means that she studies a lot. She allows us to help her study. We're with her when she does her tough fitness work-outs. We watch movies together. We read books together. We go online together. We cook together. We always make rice-based meals because we're an Indian trio. Nothing can tear us apart! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">The only thing we don't do together is sleep. Why not? I, Jaya, snore like a fat pig. And I, Shiva, like to jump on and off the bed all night long. MOL! Mom also likes to travel. When she's gone, we stay with her mom and stepdad. They have two kitties themselves with whom we like to play a lot. Fortunately, they stay here with us, too every once in a while. The best thing, of course, is that we rule this place. After we were elected Purrime Ministerettes, we have more rights and we can be more demanding! Mom knows who's boss here! We're the happiest rescue kitties coming out of the darkness inside of the glass bin stepping into the limelight of Purrime Ministerettecy!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Well, there you have it. No wonder they’re my favorite pair! Hehe <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Seriously, Shiva and Jaya are as sweet as can be and if you don’t know them purrsonally you are missing out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So head on over to twitter and introduce yourself now… Do it. Hehe </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Thank you, Shiva and Jaya, for sharing your story.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am so glad you have such a great furever home!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Thanks for stopping by!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Henry (aka <a href="http://twitter.com/ShivaandJaya"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">Quadpawd</span></a>)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">OMC… I almost forgot to add one of their movies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Check it out <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XrAlHZAFjnU"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">here</span></a>.</div>Henry (aka Quadpawd)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499161409364892191noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922057043191183252.post-47712427101261472972010-06-25T08:48:00.000-06:002010-06-25T08:48:21.685-06:00Furever Friday: Boomer<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Happy Furever Friday!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This week I am thrilled to share with you the Furever home story of my good pal <a href="http://twitter.com/Boomiethecat"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Boomer</span></a>! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><br />
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</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Do you remember anything about your life before finding you forever home?<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">I was told that my fur mom wandered into a lady’s backyard and made herself at home. The lady allowed my fur mom to live in the greenhouse which was good ‘cause a few days after my mom arrived me and my 5 brothers and sisters were born.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
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</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">How did you find your forever home?<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">About six months earlier my human mom and dad’s boy kitty had crossed the Rainbow Bridge. He was 21. They were waiting for me to be born, they just didn’t know I was the one they were waiting for until mom got an email that had been forwarded by a friend. Mom really wanted an orange boy cat. Dad had mentioned a few weeks before that he didn’t want another kitty. Mom said ok but she had already seen a picture of me and my sibs. When we were old enough to receive visitors, mom came home from work and told dad she was going to see some baby cats. Well my dad just about knocked mom over dashing to the car to go meet us. When they arrived at our birth house we were just 4-1/2 weeks old. Mom didn’t know who to chose but dad did. He picked me up in his giant hands and said to mom, “I want this one.” Mom smiled and said “He’s the one.” When me and my sibs were six weeks old mom came back with Gramma to pick me up. She knew the lady and her family cared for us but it made mom nervous that six baby cats were running around in the backyard and living in the greenhouse at night. There are raccoons and foxes and coyotes in our city and she was afraid something might happen to me.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">At my new house I was introduced to my two older sisters, CiCi and Teika. They were not too impressed with my arrival but they thought I was one of those feral kittens mom rescues so I would only be staying for a few days, a week tops. Teika told me recently that CiCi is still waiting for me to leave. CiCi can’t believe that no one has come to take me away to my furever home like all the other kittens that used to stay here. I haven’t bothered to correct her. Hee hee.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
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</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">What’s your favorite thing about your adoptive family?<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Since taking over this house, three years ago, I have whipped everyone and everything into shape. I snooper-vise every detail of every activity. Mostly I let mom make the decisions because I don’t want her thinking I am trying to micro manage. I try to only give assistance when it is really needed like the time mom was making a quilt for someone and I made suggestions about the colours for the tulips. I also had to check to make ensure the stitch length was set properly on the sewing machine. Or the time mom was painting the planters for our garden and she needed my help watching the paint dry. Mom likes to bake so I help her by testing to make sure the ice water is cold enough to add to the pie dough. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">I have lots of daily tasks but the most fun is when dad comes home from work and we play “landing kitty”. I roll over on the landing to expose my belly so that as dad comes up the stairs I get the best belly rub ever. Then I play bitey his hand. At the end of each day I am quite exhausted and collapse falling into a deep and restful sleep until it is time for my before bed treats.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">I am a very lucky boy cat. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Lucky indeed!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><a href="http://twitter.com/Boomiethecat"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Boomer</span></a> , thanks so much for sharing your story!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">You know, he didn’t come right out and meow it, but it is so obvious that he is in charge of his household.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Way to go Boomer; way to go!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Thanks for stopping by!</div><div class="MsoNormal">Henry (aka <a href="http://twitter.com/quadpawd"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Quadpawd</span></a>)</div>Henry (aka Quadpawd)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499161409364892191noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922057043191183252.post-81844914569474795432010-06-11T19:10:00.000-06:002010-06-11T19:10:50.516-06:00Furever Friday: Meow_Girls<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This week I am very excited to share with you the stories of two very beautiful ladies. Both ladies traveled many roads on the journey to their furever homes, but patience paid off and they both ended up in the purrfect family. Friends, please say hello to the </span><a href="http://twitter.com/Meow_Girls"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Meow_Girls</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">.</span></div><br />
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</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What do you remember about your journey to your furever home?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On Twitter, everyone knows us as the </span><a href="http://twitter.com/Meow_Girls"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Meow_Girls</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. But at home we are just Tippy and Penny. Penny is the big gray and white girl. And I, Tippy am the little Calico that chases her..Tee hee. We are going to tell our story, so follow closely. You never know which of us will jump in and talk. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TBLX2uYsdYI/AAAAAAAABY4/40RD2CaobU8/s1600/tiptoe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/TBLX2uYsdYI/AAAAAAAABY4/40RD2CaobU8/s400/tiptoe.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">~Tippy~</span><o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Let's start with what I (Tippy) remember of my early life. I don't remember too much. I had kittens at less than a year old. I know I had a home and a sisfur too. Actually we both had kittens around the same time. Our humans must have decided that they didn't want us or our babies. We figured this out because one day, not long after our kittens came, the humans put us all in a box and took us somewhere in the car. When the car stopped, we had no idea where we were. They took our box and put us down on a step. All I remember is they drove off and it was very hot there. It was a Sunday and we were hungry and very thirsty but no one came to help us. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The next morning a nice man came along rattling his keys. He went to open the door of the building and you should have seen his face when he looked down. He seemed happy to see us. We later found out we were at a safe place. It is called Liberty Humane Society in Jersey City, NJ. They take care of kitties and puppies that no one wants. For awhile they kept all of us together but then we started hitting each other. The shelter even nicknamed me "Mommy Dearest" and my sisfur was "Joan Crawford". I don't remember my real name. The shelter people always played with me. It was home to us. At least they seemed to love us. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A few days after I was put up for adoption, Annie and Kathy came in looking for a kitty because Annie's kitty, whose name was Callie, had recently gone to the Rainbow Bridge. I heard Annie say that she had gone many places that day and could not find a kitty that she felt a connection with. Then they took me out and let her hold me. She was so nice to me. She was not sure she wanted a cat that had kittens so I showed her what I thought of that. They put me down on the floor so she could watch me walk. I walked, yeah right. I ran right back into my cage and shut the door behind me. I really did! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Everyone laughed but I think that's when Annie fell in love with me. Right after that I saw her talking to the lady who worked there. They came back and let me out of the cage again. After Annie petted me for awhile, I was put into a carrier. I knew I was going home. I was sad that I was leaving my kittens and sisfur behind but I knew they were safe and would find a human to love them too.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">~Penny~</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ok show off, now it's my turn to tell everyone where I came from. I think I was born in Bayonne, NJ. At least that's where I lived for two years. My real name has always been Penelope but Kathy nicknamed me Penny. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't remember how I ended up in a shelter the first time. Let's just say I did. I was very young. I don't even remember my first human's name. What I remember is that we were very happy together. She was a young lady and took nice care of me. Then one day she came home from work and she was crying. I sat on her lap and she told me she had lost her job and couldn't afford to take care of me anymore. She took me back to the shelter and returned me to them. I lived there a few months. It was a private shelter in a groomer's store. It was very cold there. Then one day, my lady came back for me. She still wasn't working but missed me. For a long time, the shelter provided her with my food because she was still not working. We were together and I was happy again. Things changed again when the girl had to move in with her father. She kept me after the move and life was good for awhile. But it seems her father decided he was afraid he would fall over me. He was an elderly man and didn't like kitties anyway. So again, it was back to the cold shelter. They didn't have a lot of money to take care of the kitties but they did the best they could. We were fed and had water. We were also kept clean.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But as I said, it was very cold.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I remember this like it was yesterday. I was in my cage hiding in the corner as usual because I was so sad. These two ladies came into the room. They kept looking at me and I kept hiding more. Then my cage-mate, Button, started cleaning me. He was licking my fur until it shone. Then he started pushing me towards the front of the cage. Hey, he was my friend. Why was he pushing me out? I guess he was smarter than I was because right when he pushed me to the front, the cage was opened. The shelter lady picked me up and put me on a table. She called Kathy over and I was still shy. Then she petted me and I rubbed against her. She seemed nice. Then I heard her tell the lady that her kitty, Randi, who she’d had for a long time had gone to the Rainbow Bridge a few weeks before. She didn’t plan on adopting another cat so soon. But one day she went on Petfinder.com just to see what kitties were up for adoption. And there I was. She told the shelter lady that when she saw me, she said to her sister, Annie “I need that cat”. Right then Kathy decided to try and adopt me. She worried so much that I would be gone before she got there. She didn’t need to worry. I was a two year old and was the one there the longest. It seems not many humans want an adult cat. So I hope older kitties don’t give up. We are special and lovable.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That’s how we ended up being adopted. We have two different stories but they are very much the same.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">What’s your favorite thing about your adoptive family?</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are two very loved kitties and are so blessed. Originally, Penny lived alone with Kathy. Penny is about seven years old. Then Kathy’s and Annie’s mommy died leaving Annie and Grandpa alone with Callie. The girls rented a very nice apartment but it was expensive. And even though Kathy lived alone for many years, she and Annie decided to all move in together. This way Grandpa would never be alone or sad. He now had two kitties. Penny got along with Callie but when Callie died, Penny was sad. And then I (Tippy) came to live with them about three years ago. I am a silly kitty and love to pounce on Penny. But we really do love each other. Oh yeah, Guess how I got my name? Tippy is my nickname. Originally when I got to my furever home, no one could think of a good name for me. Then one day, I was running through the rooms and Annie noticed that I ran on my toes. Therefore she named me Tip-i-Toes. I prefer “Princess Tip-i-Toes”. But as long as everyone loves and cuddles us, plays with us and feeds us. We are two happy cats!</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The very best thing about our furever home is that we have one. We know that Annie, Kathy and Grandpa will always let us sleep in whichever bed we want.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are warm and happy. Oh yeah, and we get lots of treats.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Please do us one favor. Don’t tell them how much we love them. Even though we think they already know.</span><o:p></o:p></i><br />
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</i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> OMC... Talk about taking the long way home. I'm so glad they did though, because it sounds like they ended up right where they belonged. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If your not friends with these two on twitter yet, you should be. They are very sweet and adorable girls who love to meow and share with their friends. (In other meows, go an introduce yourselves, STAT.)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thank you Penny and Tippy for taking the time to share your story with everyone! </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thanks for stopping by,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Henry (<a href="http://twitter.com/quadpawd"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Quadpawd</span></a>)</span></div></div>Henry (aka Quadpawd)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499161409364892191noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922057043191183252.post-16077869829729565902010-06-04T19:33:00.007-06:002010-06-04T20:34:47.716-06:00Furever Friday: Purring Zoey<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">I know what you were thinking, ‘That Henry fella forgot to post his Furever Friday post again.’ I’m happy to tell you that that’s <i>not</i> what happened. Actually, I kinda bit my featured guest too hard and she was too upset to type out her responses. *nervous laugh* </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">This week, in honor of the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><a href="http://www.americanhumane.org/protecting-animals/special-events/adopt-a-cat-month/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">America Humane’s Adopt-A-Cat-Month</span></a>,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"> I decided to feature one of my favorite Shelter kitties, my sisfur</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"> </span><a href="http://twitter.com/PurringZoey"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Zoey</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">. Unfortunately, Zoey hasn’t been able to get online as much as she wants, but she promises to work on that. So here we go…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">What was your life like before you found your furever home?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">When I was a little kitten I lived with a couple humans and another kitty, but they had a baby and decided to take my sisfur and I to an animal shelter.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">I was there just two days before I heard some sad news. Well, the first part wasn’t so bad, my sisfur cat got adopted. The second part though, was </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">HORRIBLE!! </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"> You see the shelter was a very crowded and they needed to make room for more kitties. To do that, they were going to ‘get rid’ of kitties they deemed unadoptable. ME; I was on that list!</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">How did you find your forever home?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">I was sooooo scared at the Shelter. A few people stopped by early that afternoon, but nobody as much as cuddled me. Then… Then everything changed. A lady came in and was chatting with my caretaker. “Meow”, I cried. “Mep,meow…” She acted like I wasn’t even there, and I heard her tell the uniformed lady that she had just decided to adopt a kitty from a nearby rescue. “NO! WAIT…” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">Before she left though she said that she wanted to meet the kitties. She held three;./’l; other cats before she got to me. When my turn came, the pressure was on. The shelter closed in an hour and no one else was there. I had to win her over. Had to. She picked me up and then read the card on my cage. While she read it, it was like her whole mood changed. She hugged me a little tighter and seemed sad. After a couple minutes she put me back in the cage and visited with some other kitties.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">She came back though; even when she pick up other kitties she would still talk to me. Eventually she stopped visiting with the other cats looked at me and said, “There isn’t anything thing at all wrong with you, is there?!” All of a sudden I found myself on a table and the lady was checking me out for sores and ear mites. I guessed I passed inspection, because right after she finished she took me to an office and told the lady she wanted to give me a home. <i>YES!</i></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">What is your favorite thing about your forever home?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">I love lots of things about my forever home. First, my human Mom and I have a great relationship. I’m a bit of a lap kitty and a snuggler, and she seems to like that. It doesn’t hurt that she had been scratching kitty chins for years either. She’s got that down to a science. Hehe</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">Oh, and Henry is, of course, a great brother (usually.) MOL </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">When I first moved in he welcomed me with open paws. He showed me the ropes and even let me have the litter pan with the lid. (Later I learned that he gave me that pan so that he could pounce on me when I was ‘otherwise occupied.’) </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">I guess you could say that my relationship with Henry is constantly evolving. Sometimes he plays a little rough for my taste, but I’ve also learned that when I’m sick or hurting he is right there beside me, trying to figure out how to make it all better. What more could a kitty ask for?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">=^..^=</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">Dang. </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"> Zoey is one long-winded kitty! (j/k) She’s a yapper, but I love her just the same. Oh and about my playing rough… I can’t help myself, she has the most <i>nommable</i> neck I have ever tasted. Hehe</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">Henry (aka </span><a href="http://twitter.com/quadpawd"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Quadpawd</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">BTW... Zoey hasn't made a lot of twitter pals yet, so please consider heading over to twitter and introduce yourself.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But wait, there's more: Mom wanted me to mention a couple other things... The Shelter didn't admit that Zoey was scheduled to be put down until after Mom adopted her (Zoey was scheduled to be put down the following morning.) Mom worked at a shelter several years ago though, and knew how to read the card. Zoey had one issue working against her, her black fur. Black cats are the hardest to adopt out, and are often the first to be put down in a shelter setting. So if your human is considering adding another cat to your household, ask them to consider all the kitties before making a choice.</span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Oh, and that other cat Mom had planned to adopt found a new home about month later. That kitty was very fortunate, in that before she found her furever home, she was living in a No-Kill Rescue. </span></i></span></div>Henry (aka Quadpawd)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499161409364892191noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922057043191183252.post-35667710942257860132010-05-29T02:06:00.003-06:002010-05-29T02:08:48.077-06:00Happy Caturday!<a href="http://cheezburger.com/View/2479639808"><img alt="OH... HAI UR HOME" id="_r_a_2479639808" src="http://images.cheezburger.com/completestore/2009/7/30/128934896391799184.jpg" title="OH... HAI UR HOME" /></a><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">Henry (</span><a href="http://twitter.com/quadpawd"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;">Quadpawd</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">)</span>Henry (aka Quadpawd)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499161409364892191noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922057043191183252.post-20800460180080873012010-05-28T01:58:00.003-06:002010-05-28T02:08:16.620-06:00Furever Friday: SeabassCat<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">Not too long ago one of my human twitter pals met a handsome fella. He was so handsome, in fact, that she decided that she had to have him all to herself. That's her story, at least... There is another side to that tale though, and as luck would have it, my pal Sebastian (aka</span> </span><a href="http://twitter.com/SeabassCat"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">SeabassCat</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">) has agreed to share it with us. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My life before coming here is a little fuzzy, but I remember a little bit. I lived with a family that had other cats. I wasn't comfortable with all the other cats in the house because it meant that I didn't get much attention. I'm quite the lovable kitty and need to be able to give and receive lots of affection. Guess you could say I'm a lover, not a fighter!</span><br />
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</span> </span></div><div style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">After that, I lived at a local shelter,</span> <a href="http://www.waysidewaifs.org/site/PageServer"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Wayside Waifs</span></a>.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"> I had a little room all to myself with a door I could look through and watch the activities of the cat adoption area. I met great people there. The volunteers were wonderful and very attentive toward me. They made me feel quite comfortable while I waited for my forever home.</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/S_9jegYVozI/AAAAAAAABYA/fT8e-jY3Dho/s1600/0224101856%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/S_9jegYVozI/AAAAAAAABYA/fT8e-jY3Dho/s320/0224101856%5B1%5D.jpg" /></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">How did you find your forever home?</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mom is a volunteer at Wayside Waifs and one night came into my room. She sat on the floor and let me cuddle in her lap. I knew then that if I worked it just right, she would take me home. I looked at her with my best sad eyes and cuddled closer. She sat with me for a really long time. I loved her instantly! After a while, she told me she had to go home and she got up and left. I thought I had read her wrong and that maybe she wasn't meant to be my forever home. My lucky day actually came two days later when she came back and told me I was going home with her! She told me she loved me and I wouldn't have to worry any more. That night, after her volunteer shift, we went home together. It has been bliss ever since!</span><br />
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</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">There are so many things I love about my new family. I have a sisfur,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><a href="http://twitter.com/DottieGP"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Dottie</span></span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">, who is a guinea pig. We're pretty good friends now. She's the one who introduced me to Twitter and encouraged me to start my </span><a href="http://seabasscat.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">blog</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">. There's also a fish, Jimmy Dugan, that I watch sometimes, but he doesn't mind. Then there's Mom. I think she's my favorite part, because she lets me sleep with her at night. Even after I've sat on her lap and cuddled with her all day long, she lets me cuddle with her more all night too! It's great! I couldn't have asked for a better forever home!</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #333333;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/S_9jlcDQegI/AAAAAAAABYQ/FvV9c4-3-kw/s1600/HPIM5559.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/S_9jlcDQegI/AAAAAAAABYQ/FvV9c4-3-kw/s320/HPIM5559.jpg" /></span></a></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I hope telling my story helps other kitties at shelters find their forever homes too.</span></span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">=^..^=</span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Well there you go... It's no wonder dat his new Mom fell in love with him. He's such a kind and gentle soul. Thank you, Sebastian for sharing your furever home story with everyone! You are a great pal, and role model for me.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
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</div>Henry (aka Quadpawd)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499161409364892191noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922057043191183252.post-85254721368595101172010-05-21T23:24:00.000-06:002010-05-21T23:24:54.517-06:00Happy Caturday!<a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2010/05/12/funny-pictures-nomnomnom/"><img alt="funny pictures of cats with captions" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/funny-pictures-dog-nibbles-cat.jpg" title="funny-pictures-dog-nibbles-cat" /></a><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">Happy Caturday everybody! </span>Henry (aka Quadpawd)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499161409364892191noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922057043191183252.post-56855198827162766992010-05-21T07:10:00.001-06:002010-05-21T07:17:38.713-06:00Furever Friday: PollyPuss11<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">It's Friday already. Can you believe it? My mom likes Fridays because it means the weekend is almost here. I, on the other paw,</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"> love </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">Fridays because I get to help furiends share their furever home stories.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">This is a special week for you, because on of my girlfriends is sharing her story with us. I can tell youz that if you don't know this fine queen you are missing out.... Furiends, meet</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"> </span><a href="http://twitter.com/PollyPuss11"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">PollyPuss11</span></a><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">=^..^=</span></b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">Do you remember any about your life before finding you forever home?</span></b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">I was found pregnant and hungry in the back streets of Belfast, Christchurch. I met Winston...and followed him home, he had 6 brothers and sisters. His Mom fed me, and gave me a warm place to have my kittens. She found every single one of them, all eight, a wonderful forever home. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">My new Mom spoke of me at her work, and a co-worker who lost her beautiful black cat several months before, name Purla, wanted to come an meet me. She fell for me at first sight. I smooched her, so she brought what was to be my "Forever Dad" to meet me too. He thought I was beautiful and wanted to take me home......so a week after I got "fixed up" *blushing* I got delivered to my new Forever family. I made friends with Max strait away, he gave me a nosetap as soon as I walked in the door. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">I know I should say Mom & Dad....but to be honest....its the dogs! We have an amazing bond and friendship. We all have a lot of fun together, I even sleep in the Garage with them. All the humans think its quite unusual for a cat & three dogs to get along so well. </span><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><div style="display: inline !important;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">After reading Polly's story, I can only come to one conclusion: I have incredibly good taste in girl kitties. Of course, it doesn't hurt that she's a good smoocher too. hehe </span></span></div></span></span></b><br />
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Thanks Polly, for sharing your story with us today. It sounds like you found the purrfect furever home!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am happy to bring you the story of the cats behind </span></span><a href="http://twitter.com/crazykittykat1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Crazykittykat1</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">... </span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">=^..^=</span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I’m Kali, the head cat of the house. I do all da tweety meows on twitter as @Crazykittykat1. I have some really fun anipals and love to pawty. I live with my brother, Mazi, and the other 2 cats, Simba and Bitsy.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I remember my mommy, snuggling and sleeping, and my brother and lots of other kitties at that house too.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was September, 2005 and I was 10 days old when I was picked out to go to my furrever home. Momma cat and Daddy cat were very sad because the kitties that lived with them for 17 years went to Rainbow Bridge. They were looking for the purrfect kitty. When they found me, Daddy cat said “only 1 kitty” but Momma cat wanted my brother too, so me and Mazi both were chosen that day. We were so happy to see Momma cat & Daddy cat come to visit us, and then when we were 12 weeks old, we got to go home to our furrever home. We wasted no time in claiming every inch of the house as ours. We are purry happy.</span><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What’s your favorite thing about your adoptive family?</span></span></b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love how my family loves kitties so much that we are completely spoiled. We pretty much run the house.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We have trained Momma cat & Daddy cat to cater to our every need. Momma cat is the feeder & scooper, and she is great for cuddling too. Daddy cat is great for playing with. He plays with us every day when he comes home from work. Some days we chase the feather toy, some days its chasing little balls around the house, and today we chased the laser spot! That little red spot is fast!</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But wait, there is more to their story...</span></b></span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Simba is just a few months younger than us. I was NOT happy to have another cat in the house and I keep telling him that, daily. Simba and Mazi are best buddies and they love to wrestle and play.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Six months ago, a poor sick kitty (Bitsy) showed up on our doorstep. Momma cat nursed her back to health. She is a little tuxedo cat and the vet says she is purry old – 14 to 17 years! She sleeps a lot and doesn’t play, and the rest of us kitties just leave her alone.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There is lots of activity in this house with 4 kitties and 2 peoples. We love our family!</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">=^..^=</span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wow... Sounds like a they are some very busy kitties! Nothing wrong with that though, in fact, they sound like kitties after my own heart. hehe Thank you Kalie, Mazi, Simba and Bitsy for sharing your wonderful story with us today! Furiends.... If you don't already know this team, I recommend that you over to twitter and introduce yourselves today! Just go </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><a href="http://twitter.com/crazykittykat1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">here</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, to say hello.</span></span></span></span><br />
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</div><div>Henry (<a href="http://twitter.com/quadpawd">Quadpawd</a>)</div>Henry (aka Quadpawd)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499161409364892191noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922057043191183252.post-18328382792748367092010-04-16T09:45:00.016-06:002010-05-13T21:12:01.991-06:00Furever Friday: Sawyer & Kate<iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%253A%252F%252Fcatswhotwitter.blogspot.com/2010/04/furever-friday-sawyer-kate.html&layout=standard&show_faces=false&width=450&action=like&font&colorscheme=light&height=35" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:35px;" allowTransparency="true"></iframe><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300;">Welcome to da first Furever Friday posting.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300;">Every Friday I am going to interview some of our twitter pals and let them share their furever home story.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300;">This week I am proud to introduce to you a brother and sister duo that are making their meows heard on twitter, it’s</span> <a href="http://twitter.com/SawyerBeanKou"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">SawyerBeanKou</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300;"> and</span> <a href="http://twitter.com/katiekatkou"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">KatieKatKou</span></a>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300;">(Sawyer answered the questions while Katie took a nap...)</span></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/S8iJa40NbXI/AAAAAAAABWU/6qIk0jkWbAM/s1600/kateandsawyer2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460765643207699826" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/S8iJa40NbXI/AAAAAAAABWU/6qIk0jkWbAM/s320/kateandsawyer2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300;">You mentioned to me that you remember your pre-SPCA lives, what can you tell me about that?</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300;">My sister Kate and I were born under a shed in Schuylkill County, Pennsylvania. We were part of a litter of three boys and two girls. One day the SPCA people came to rescue my cat mom and us from under the shed. We were scared and didn't know if we could trust the humans, so my sister Kate hissed, bit and scratched the humans trying to protect us all - even our mom! Seeing that the humans were bigger then Kate a 6 week old kitten they won the battle. Good thing they were really just helping us!</span></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/S8iJb-r7B-I/AAAAAAAABWs/R4J2f4gSeSk/s1600/sawyer2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460765661963421666" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/S8iJb-r7B-I/AAAAAAAABWs/R4J2f4gSeSk/s320/sawyer2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /></a> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Sawyer</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300;">How did you find your forever home (or how did it find you?)</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300;">My human had come to the shelter a week before she came to pick us up and picked out two tuxedo kittens but had to get papers from her landlord before she could take them home. After she had her papers she called the shelter to reserve the tuxedo kittens only to find out they both got a respiratory infection. The nice people at the SPCA told her about my litter and an hour later she was at the shelter to meet us! I lucked out BIG time, when my human got there the shelter workers grabbed me to show first. I started purring like crazy while she held me and gave her lovey eyes. I locked in my spot in about 3 seconds by doing that! While she was petting me they got out the two females and they called Kate "the mean one" because of how she protected us all under the shed. My human felt bad she was being called mean and thats how Kate was picked! So the two of us lucked out big time and got to go home with a super nice human!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300;">The ride home was long that day, we had to make three stops before we could see our new home! First we had to me meet my human's grandparents (my great grandparents). Then we had to meet her parents (my grand parents), and THEN we had to meet our human's boyfriend's parents! Oh my cat, it was a long day but we survived and were happy to finally have a place to call HOME!</span></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/S8iJbYk6qII/AAAAAAAABWk/DSFzARH5UpA/s1600/kate2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460765651733489794" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/S8iJbYk6qII/AAAAAAAABWk/DSFzARH5UpA/s320/kate2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /></a> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Katie</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300;">What’s your favorite thing about your adoptive family?</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300;">Hmm our favorite thing about our new family? Well our human is extremely nice to us, we can just tell she loves us to death! However, she sometimes says stupid stuff to us like "who's belly is this?" when she gives us belly rubs. We can't figure out why she asks us that, I mean obviously its attached to me so it HAS to be my belly! For belly rubs though we deal!! She also calls us funny names a lot like Kate gets called "Katie Kat Kou Face" and "Kater Tot Pot Pie". I get called "Soybean Kou Face" and "Mr Boy". We tell her that we are just Kate and Sawyer (named after the TV show LOST) but she still makes up crazy stuff.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300;">Our human is a strict vegetarian so her meals are generally not worthy of eating. Yet, for birthdays, major holidays and when something big happens in her life we are rewarded with TUNA! Its the best ever! The best part of the every day is when our human returns home from work. We listen for her car all day and as soon as we hear it we bolt to the door and wait for her to come in. She gives us lots of hugs and kisses then, its great! Whenever she is home we are at least within 10 feet of her, we take in all we can get of her companionship! We are very lucky kitties!!</span></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/S8iJbNYn5JI/AAAAAAAABWc/SxcqK6RPYaE/s1600/photo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460765648729138322" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w6Q8rclNK0w/S8iJbNYn5JI/AAAAAAAABWc/SxcqK6RPYaE/s320/photo.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300;">Lucky indeed! I just love stories wif happy endings, don't you?</span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300;">A special thank you and purrs to</span> <a href="http://twitter.com/SawyerBeanKou"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Sawyer</span></a> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300;">and</span> <a href="http://twitter.com/KatieKatKou"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Katie</span></a> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300;">for taking the time to answer my questions. If you hadn't met Sawyer or Katie before today, I recommend you head over twitter and introduce yourselves. After all, you can't have too many furiends!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300;">Henry </span>(<a href="http://twitter.com/quadpawd"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600;">Quadpawd</span></a>)</div>Henry (aka Quadpawd)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499161409364892191noreply@blogger.com5