I love to eat plastic. Mom always worries about me choking on it, so she’s quick to throw it away in a covered trash can. But sometimes I find it before she can throw it away and I’ll start munching away. It’s not very nice when she tears it out of my mouth, but she does worry. She thinks I’ll choke on it. Well, low and behold, I started choking on dry cat food today. I was so scared, I started purring (for you humans, the purr is associated with any strong emotion, not just happiness).
Mom learned a big lesson today. She had taken a pet first aid class taught by someone with the Red Cross, when she worked at an animal shelter. That was close to 10 years ago, and when she heard from my other ma that I was choking (mom was at school when I was choking), she wished she had kept up her certification in that. She realized just how important that class was and how important it is to know what to do for your kitties when they need your help. So, if you’ve never considered becoming certified in pet first aid, you should consider it now. You never know exactly when you might save the life of someone’s pet, whether it’s your own or someone else’s.
You can sign up for classes by visiting the Red Cross website. Do a search for pet first aid classes and register for one. I think it’s such a good idea, I’m purring about it. Because cpr cat isn’t always around to jump into action.
I guess I passed out and wasn’t awake for the actual New Year. I think someone must have spiked my milk. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my New Year’s photo. I was hoping to have one professionally done at the stroke of midnight, but instead I got this one taken. I think Max, the Siamese kitty, was the one who stuck the hat on my head. I heard that Salem busted out in a long, happy laugh to see me in a New Year’s hat. I was going to wear a tuxedo, but…. well, here’s my photo.
I just ran across an artist named Shelagh Duffett from Nova Scotia who does artwork, and a lot of it is cat-themed. I love her work; it’s beautiful. Maybe, if you like the samples you see here, you might want to wander over to her etsy shop at Alice In Paris. She has her artwork for sale at a really reasonable rate. I’m not sure how much she sells the originals for, but I do love what she has on her site. I hope you like her artwork as much as I do.
I know it’s not Christmas quite yet, but since New Year’s Eve isn’t far behind, I thought now might be the time to talk. I myself am a bit of a party cat and would love to entertain at a wondrous New Year’s Eve Party. But let’s face it, even a party cat like me can get overwhelmed with all that champagne and want to just hide away somewhere. Or, better yet, sneak out the front door and take a ride home with someone else for the night. And I’m a bit of an outgoing kind of guy. Just think of all those little kitties who are shy, skittish, and unsure of strangers. Take my little sister, Penny, for example. The most a “stranger” has gotten in is a 15 second pat on her rump as she’s running away … and to her, a stranger is anyone other than me and my mom. I know she’s not the only kitty out there like this. So here are some tips for keeping us kitties safe and happy for New Years.
Remember that it’s much easier for us to escape when doors are opening and closing a lot, especially if alcohol is involved in your evening’s celebrations.
If you have a room that your kitties enjoy hanging out in, other than the main entertaining area of your home, keeping kitties in that room with a litter box, food and water (please don’t put our food and water near our litter box) can be a great way of keeping us safe, cozy and comfy.
Remember that kazoos, champagne corks exploding out of bottles, party poppers, balloons, streamers, fireworks, and any other strange and loud noises can easily frighten us; we don’t really understand what all that stuff is for and it can be really scary.
Please don’t feed us party food or alcohol – some of it can be toxic and dangerous to us.
Make sure we’re wearing a collar with your contact information just in case we should somehow slip out and get really scared. And if your kitties aren’t microchipped, consider getting it done, because it can be a great way to reconnect you to your kitty should your kitty end up at a veterinarian’s office or shelter.
Please have a good time; all I ask is that you keep your pets safe and stay safe yourself!
This is a great video done at Best Friends Animal Society in Los Angeles. It’s done by Moby. Check it out. It has a lot of dogs in the video, but that’s ok, because he included kitties, too (some of which have been adopted already).
There’s a lady my mom got to work with; her name’s Stefanie and Stefanie used to volunteer for Berkeley Humane Society (she might still volunteer there, I’m not sure). Stefanie recently got to go visit some really big kitties at Big Cat Rescue in Florida. Every now and then, mom goes to Stefanie’s etsy page (which you can visit here). She found the pictured choker that mom thinks is just fabulous. So I got to thinking that maybe, if you’re still Christmas shopping, I should post a few good ideas for gifts for those cat lovers in your home. So, of course, the first one is the choker by Stefanie. Click on the links under the pictures and you’ll go directly to the website mom found the item on. Just keep in mind that mom’s looking at small businesses that may only produce one of each item, so if it’s been sold already, keep looking and maybe you’ll find something else worthwhile.
Boy am I getting slack on my job, or what? I guess I’ve just been a busy man. Those naps sure are time consuming! And watching birds and crickets and lizards through the living room window is a tough job, but I guess someone has to do it!
A good friend of mine brought a rescue group in Hawaii to my attention. Boy, now I sure do want to visit after watching the videos on their website (which are posted below). The rescue’s called Lanai Animal Rescue Center. I would love to visit there someday. But, mind you, that’s only visit. I think all the kitties there should get a home because homes are much better than living in a rescue or shelter, no matter how fabulous that rescue looks.