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Much time has passed since my last post, although activities at the Crazy Critter household have maintained an extremely high volume. Shortly after sweet Goat Cheese took his final resting place by the side of our house overlooking the lake, we encountered a flurry of furry commotion.
Mama (AKA Square…see previous blog) Kitty had made an emergency visit (she wouldn’t eat anything) to the hospital back in March of 2007 where we received the devastating news that she had cancer and would not be with us much longer. This was right before my birthday and Krazy Bob had not made the trip with us. There was no way I would agree to leave her there without the chance for one last party. I promised the vet that we would come back before she began to suffer (the doctor recommended it be within the week) to help her with her final journey. I tearfully took her home to make her last days comfortable.
Apparently Mama Kitty took exception with this plan. I probably should mention that we were told to make her “last days comfortable” back in 1995 shortly after her second birthday and the delivery of those tiny curmudgeons that morphed her from Square Kitty to Mama. We moved her into the laundry room to live in peace and fed her the good stuff (canned cat food and cream) for about 6 months. It became apparent that Mama was having the time of her life. She loved the solitude of the laundry room with its window looking over the back yard where she was content to make faces at the dog (Cochise) throughout the day. She adopted a pet mouse (I am just making an assumption on that fact since she pretended not to see it scampering by her whenever anyone else was in the room) and rolled over for a belly scratch anytime a human strolled by within arm’s length. The only indication that she had been at death’s door was a temporary change in hair color from black to silver and back to black.
Time marched on. Boys went to high school, started driving, and left for college. I became a bit suspicious that Mama Kitty might be pulling a fast one on us. I was planning to marry Krazy Bob and didn’t want to expose his cat (High Prince Spooky) to anything lethal. We gave MK another last meal of cream and prepared to take her into our new vet for her final visit. After running a couple of tests, the vet stated, “This cat doesn’t have leukemia.” We turned to MK for an explanation. I swear she just shrugged, “Don’t look at me…*I* never said I was sick.” We took her home.
Fast forward 6 years to 2007 and we are once again preparing a special last meal of her favorites, tuna and cream (in separate dishes, of course). Mama Kitty slurped it up and settled into a chair in the den to spend the last few days indoors with us. This is about 30 minutes after we got home from the vet because she wouldn’t eat. I began to suspect a conspiracy. Needless to say, days turned into weeks, and weeks to months. Then, one night about a week after we buried Cochise, she asked to sleep outside on the front porch in her favorite rocking chair. Early the next morning we heard a ruckus in the yard and rushed out to make sure everything was OK. My husband spotted a large, shadowy, white wolf-looking creature run into the woods. Around the corner, we found Mama Kitty. There were no marks on her body and no signs of a fight. It is our belief that she died happily snuggled in her chair having won the final fight of deciding where and when she wanted to go. Our hearts are sad and it still seems wrong to drive up and not have her scamper out of her house boat to greet us, but you’ve got to admire her spirit. After all, it’s with us still!
Mama Kitty

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I DON’T WANT TO GO TRICK OR TREATING!!!!!

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CAN I HAVE HER CANDY???????

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There is nothing harder to live with than an angry cat (well, rabid hamsters come pretty close). I have not consciously left His Royal Highness out of this blog. I just wrote critter stories as they occurred to me (OK. They occur to me more often than they appear here, but I have been a bit busy with other less important things and have been unable to maintain a daily blog. I see nothing wrong with quarterly updates and I can’t help but wonder, “Do you people have maids and personal secretaries?”) I want to stress that other animals previously mentioned at this site are certainly no more important than the one who commands the household. That would be Spooky.
Those of you who are not cat people (I admit I was formerly among this group) may not understand the significance of “commands the household.” He really is in charge. Every time we leave, we must state, loudly enough for all neighborhood pets to hear, “Spooky, you are in charge. No wild parties. We’ll be back in just a bit.” This is quite similar to the speech I made when I left teenage boys at home unsupervised, but they tended to respond quite differently. They actually hoped that I would forget this little announcement. Spooky, on the other hand, has been known to reek havoc upon other innocent pets if we should forget to affirm his position before our departure. Some of his more notable punishments include inviting everyone over to join him in a light snack at the “fern” buffet, convincing the dogs that we really did want that particular shoe chewed to shreds, and playing whack-a-mole with Snickers Peanut Buttercup starring as the unwitting mole. When we return, he can be found perched in the middle of the entry waiting patiently for us with quite a story to tell. He “tried” to tell them we would be upset, but they just wouldn’t listen. Maybe next time, they should all be locked in the garage and then he would have no trouble being in charge. In the meantime, if we insist on letting these uncivilized varmints live here, HE cannot be held responsible for their savage behavior. After all, he is “top dog”, if you will, and has yet to find the pet that will afford him the respect and deference that he so deserves.

P.S. He wants me to also mention that he was chosen as Pet of the Month on the Hill Science Diet website last year and has appeared on the cover of a special edition of “Cats 24/7”. He can be contacted through his email: Spooky.Rules@yahoo.com

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Call it a bad day, we just weren’t in a very creative mood the day Square Kitty and Fat Cat came home to live with us. She looked like she’d been stored in a box her whole life and he, well you can guess why Fat Cat got his name! It was about a year later when Fat Cat used up his last life and 9 weeks after that, Square Kitty morphed into Mama Kitty. As a black cat, I thought it only fitting that she deliver her bundles of joy on Friday the 13th (just before Mother’s Day), but she took exception and waited until the next day. It was my sons first experience with live childbirth (kittenbirth?) and we spent the day checking on her and naming each kitten as it emerged (Cimmariah, Teddy Jack Eddy, Callie, Junior). I was very impressed that a cat who wasn’t sure what to do with a mouse knew all the right things to do with a newborn kitten. About a year later she was diagnosed with feline leukemia and we sadly moved her into the utility room to spend her final days. Six and a half years later, I had her tested again. Apparently the first veterinarian was in error. Not only was she NOT on her last legs, she did not have feline leukemia. I can’t tell you how many last meals she tricked me out of! Next month she will celebrate her lucky 13th birthday. She loves living in her own private jungle and was so happy when Bob bought his boat. She promptly moved in and declared herself First Mate. She has tolerated all of the family adoptions with much more grace than anyone else and rightly deserves her place as matriarch of the Crazy Critter clan.

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One of the downsides of living in the woods with floor to ceiling windows (yes, it’s hard to believe there is a downside to that!!) is witnessing the harshness of Mother Nature. Every so often some over-excited bird crashes into one of the windows and breaks its poor little neck. This is usually followed by a solemn funeral service (IF we are able to recover the body from the delighted cat. She is absolutely amazed that dinner does drop out of the sky on occasion). There have been a couple of miraculous recoveries in the past, but this one was one for the blog!
Bob and I both heard the loud ker-thunk and knew exactly what had happened. I rushed to the window, but couldn’t see where the thunk-er had landed. Bob headed for the deck where he announced that sure enough, the cat (Snickers Peanut Buttercup) had retrieved the bird and was heading up the stairs for lunch. Bob called her over and held out his hand. Surprisingly, Snickers dropped the “catch of the day” into his outstretched palm. Maybe she thought he was going to prepare her a really special treat! However, the bird wasn’t dead! Bob took him into the front yard, away from the “restaurant” area, where the bird was finally able to stand. And stand it did! On Bob’s finger, on my finger, we were able to transfer “Robbie” from his hand to mine and even got him to pose for pictures for quite some time. Eventually Snickers figured out that cardinal “under glass” was taking way too long, so she saunters around to the front yard to see what we’re doing with her lunch! Robbie decided not to take any chances, so he flies to a nearby bush, much to Snicker’s dismay! Here they are saying their fond farewells!