tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34773022474926825372024-03-12T20:47:58.425-07:00Our Furry BoysMama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.comBlogger258125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477302247492682537.post-5190317590306185502022-03-15T19:41:00.000-07:002022-03-15T19:41:29.171-07:00The End of an Era<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgr5cxf7ATbPrbv01z7kXVjkM_hezpmMLZl-BfRUegDKIHLI1JKXynaxaVdsJgS2OfPoJz8dtmzQUFmfRQGgp4IyvDRz4vkMT8rJUav0A5alahQfPuCq3vrQ0cnFK0YfBXEg_gO2Gio9wtWz0f_e2oL2oujjKVavCaGbTsqZyL9IsqTRPsxLkk6goEz=s3008" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3008" data-original-width="2000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgr5cxf7ATbPrbv01z7kXVjkM_hezpmMLZl-BfRUegDKIHLI1JKXynaxaVdsJgS2OfPoJz8dtmzQUFmfRQGgp4IyvDRz4vkMT8rJUav0A5alahQfPuCq3vrQ0cnFK0YfBXEg_gO2Gio9wtWz0f_e2oL2oujjKVavCaGbTsqZyL9IsqTRPsxLkk6goEz=s320" width="213" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">January 15th, 2022 marked the end of an era when the last whitester,
Frosty (AKA Sebastian Frostfire) took his last breath in the loving arms of his
special boy who has adored him from the first day they met.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Frosty had a good life during the almost 14 years he was
part of the family. We had no idea how old he was when we first met him but we
do think he was probably 4 or 5 years at the time. We had many adventures with Frosty along the
way and we treasure the time we had with him. He had his own special quirks and we loved every
one of them - except that habit he had
of nibbling on any flower or plant that had the misfortune of coming into the
house!<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p>
His last year was spent being spoiled and constantly cuddled
by his special boy, enjoying a well-deserved quiet life. We will miss him but will never forget him. He truly has left his paw prints on our
hearts. <br /> </p>Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477302247492682537.post-86807094338533586142021-04-24T11:23:00.000-07:002021-04-24T11:23:02.688-07:00The New House Guests<p> Two months ago the first of the new house guests showed up. At first they were hidden from sight and we assumed they had arrived, when their mama went from being a slow moving round bellied kitty to a sleek and sneaky kitty. We managed to see where she was sneaking off to and found 4 little furry beings tucked away in a basement closet. After some unfriendly negotiations we were able to get mama and 4 newborn kitties up to their own bedroom upstairs.</p><p>Within 2 weeks the other feral Kitty we had brought in from the cold gave birth to her own 4 kittens. She originally had 5 kittens but one was stillborn. I had come home for lunch, which is unusual for me, and when I came into the bedroom I saw she was in the middle of giving birth. One of the other kittens was lying in the middle of the floor, cold to the touch, but when I looked more closely, I could see its little mouth move so I cleaned it off quickly and warmed it up. By the time I brought it back, mama kitty (AKA Lady Grey) had three other kittens with her. I popped the little grey kitten back in with her and trusted her motherly instinct to kick in.</p><p>Over the next few weeks I will post sneak peeks of the little kitty brood. As with most house guests, they are very welcome here but at some point we hope they will find loving new homes of their own!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilVvYsJ6jsSVyq_0x_nBNzeS7L_7BMQ6YaV1Ya0Cr2ez3UcFMs3kGAJwM3U7IuPvS6V560B_iZ-f-tA7mi7gkhOJxYT5hCK2Nex1P2QFDFun0R6wPmbK0YNHK6z0acHSe-jxK5gK8twHQ/s2048/junior.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilVvYsJ6jsSVyq_0x_nBNzeS7L_7BMQ6YaV1Ya0Cr2ez3UcFMs3kGAJwM3U7IuPvS6V560B_iZ-f-tA7mi7gkhOJxYT5hCK2Nex1P2QFDFun0R6wPmbK0YNHK6z0acHSe-jxK5gK8twHQ/s320/junior.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcnyMVIKB21ee_cy-ntuamfLE2OsTNAXL0Rye5oD0hrY5rouSUnqmGP221M-CaAp6K7GGpewjuPmzw4uV61ZiWbtMhx6YeIAexuxVW00ViB5uOYLq4eLFteOIu12trCbntpdeRCcirs34/s2048/Panther.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcnyMVIKB21ee_cy-ntuamfLE2OsTNAXL0Rye5oD0hrY5rouSUnqmGP221M-CaAp6K7GGpewjuPmzw4uV61ZiWbtMhx6YeIAexuxVW00ViB5uOYLq4eLFteOIu12trCbntpdeRCcirs34/s320/Panther.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYgjc46A9jGbn_NXDplQwVRTnUoGUgAuXcmwtKypEEqelt3gOUppQTP7qluntanZInh4F2nbUE_esDia38BqmNj0IJn3yKi79_Y7_QFWV1sJb6LJYQ05CCHbtW9Ba9dfkdqhd20bm77t8/s2048/fluff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYgjc46A9jGbn_NXDplQwVRTnUoGUgAuXcmwtKypEEqelt3gOUppQTP7qluntanZInh4F2nbUE_esDia38BqmNj0IJn3yKi79_Y7_QFWV1sJb6LJYQ05CCHbtW9Ba9dfkdqhd20bm77t8/s320/fluff.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFs7SsQqaN8R-4zUiK8R3XR7agp6pmlk7gkSskQuG1qC5C7kGjBdGh2zAZ1dJYSge0DJuOhxCZhYSkYu1XlpAJ2S_sd1t9dvkcHF0n3fv6mXmrBUtN3CFSAJ-nEW6fGOCyJkSDnkKobzo/s2048/dark+tabby+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFs7SsQqaN8R-4zUiK8R3XR7agp6pmlk7gkSskQuG1qC5C7kGjBdGh2zAZ1dJYSge0DJuOhxCZhYSkYu1XlpAJ2S_sd1t9dvkcHF0n3fv6mXmrBUtN3CFSAJ-nEW6fGOCyJkSDnkKobzo/s320/dark+tabby+1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>The two all black kitties look very much alike but one is actually a short hair black tabby - black on black subtle stripes. The other has fluffy fur and a small white patch on its neck. The little grey tabby has deep green eyes and seems to be a calm little kitty. On the other hand, the black and white kitty has a lot of energy and a lot of attitude!<div><br /></div><div>More photos of the house guests coming next week.<br /><p><br /></p></div>Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477302247492682537.post-61447931080087592102020-11-22T04:25:00.000-08:002020-11-22T04:25:59.063-08:00The Last Whitester Leaves the House<p>Sebastian is getting on in years and is moving slowly these
days but still has firm opinions about when he should be fed and where he is
going to sleep. He
still has the same attitude he came with when he chose my son as his new owner.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">12 years ago, on this day, I posted the welcome story of
Sebastian joining our household.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://ourfurryboys.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-sebastion-makes-three.html">http://ourfurryboys.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-sebastion-makes-three.html</a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Now, we have just seen him packed off into a cat crate,
loudly yowling his dissatisfaction with the situation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My son has a new house and Sebastian (AKA
Frosty) is moving into the enviable position of “only cat”. He has not been
overly happy with the explosion of tabby kitties in the house over the past few
months and we know he will be well loved in his new house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We will miss him – and his goofiness – and we
will be sure to visit him and grab a cuddle or two.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">And we will end with a typical Sebastian sleeping pose –
scrunched into the back of a chair with a leg in the air!<o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaDENrgykFlOM4JKvO2kJgQiTIIECkkQLHuUOWyqgPsfx4n2hzGttw9pHn9tS72wpkoLsFFSBAYBUEBv0ziVQtUmX5MxECQYeFdKghD31MLe2FNJS3uac04CoqJy3b6-oG0CFGxAev5fA/s2048/sebastian+summer+2020.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaDENrgykFlOM4JKvO2kJgQiTIIECkkQLHuUOWyqgPsfx4n2hzGttw9pHn9tS72wpkoLsFFSBAYBUEBv0ziVQtUmX5MxECQYeFdKghD31MLe2FNJS3uac04CoqJy3b6-oG0CFGxAev5fA/s320/sebastian+summer+2020.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477302247492682537.post-27782809603946657302019-11-13T17:23:00.002-08:002019-11-13T17:23:20.410-08:007 Weeks Today<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The 6 kitties are 7 weeks old today. They have figured out how to climb up on the bed and are happy to share what previously was Mama Kitty's one refuge from her constantly hungry brood. Although it looks like a "copy paste" crew, there are three who have a gray classic marble coat and three that have soft gray stripes.Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477302247492682537.post-62645772369838653132019-11-10T07:53:00.001-08:002019-12-01T06:17:08.580-08:00A New Chapter Begins<br />
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How did we go from having 1 cat in the house to 11 – in less
than a month? Our house is now over run with 10 new faces – all tabby in
various shades of grey. Our lone whitester is feeling outnumbered – and is
wondering what happened to those quiet retirement years he was looking forward
to as the only king of the castle.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So let us start at the beginning…..<o:p></o:p></div>
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It started 3 years ago when we kept seeing a white cat with
tabby markings showing up at our front step the occasional evening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She looked hungry so we put a little dry food
out for her. For several months, we would see that the food had disappeared
overnight and we would catch glimpses of her coming and going.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We would try to get close but she was wary of
us and would back away. We assumed that she was either an underfed house cat or
she was a stray. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The following summer we saw more of her – she seemed more
hungry than usual. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was not long after
thus that we started to see two additional young cats coming through our yard
at various times. One looked very much like Mama cat so we assumed these were
her kittens. One was mainly tabby with some white markings, longer fur and
beautiful green eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was braver and
would come closer to the front step when it thought there would be food. We
called it Sabi (from Sabrina the witch who had green eyes…and silly as it
seems, Sabi the Tabby seemed a suitable call name).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The other young cat had long black fur with a
goofy white patch on its face so that one became Cricket.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As fall closed in we saw more of the young cats and less of
Mama Cat. My hubby decided to build a cat shelter in our back yard so the young
cats would have a warm place in winter. At this point we knew Mama Cat and
these young ones were strays.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As we
spoke to other neighbours we found out there were more cats roaming the
neighbourhood who did not seem to belong to anyone. Being at the end of the
city, right by the highway, there is a good chance some of these cats were
simply dumped off at the approach to the highway.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then one day we saw
Sabi accompanied by several kittens.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
made sure there was always food left at night time and would often see one, two
or three kittens playing around our truck or under the large Colorado spruce in
the front yard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We thought there were
about four kittens altogether.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our
neighbour was able to entice one kitty inside so they adopted her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Two kitties stayed in the general vicinity of
our house and throughout the winter we would open a door and see two tabbies
waiting for food.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To distinguish them we
decided to call one “Chair kitty” since it was always sitting on one of the chairs
on our front step and the other one was “Hisser” since anytime we even took a
step towards it, it would hiss loudly. We assume Chair Kitty was a she, given
her timidity and Hisser was a he, given his attitude towards us.<o:p></o:p></div>
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With a cold winter in play, we decided to purchase a heated
kitty house for the front of the house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Chair kitty had disappeared but Hisser was a regular visitor and was getting
more comfortable with us so we wanted to make sure he had an option if it
became too cold wherever he spent the night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Hisser decided that the heated house was just right for him and he took
up residence there. He seemed content with the circumstances and he would even
let us pat him under the chin every once in awhile.<br />
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Fast forward to spring.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Hisser was looking surprisingly fat for a feral cat. It turns out Hisser
was a she and pregnant. She would appear at the front door early mornings and
evening, wolfing down any wet food we would bring out to her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We quickly renamed her to Mama Kitty to
reflect her new role.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Two and a half months later, in summer, we spotted her walking
along the back retaining wall, with a kitten in her mouth. Once she deposited
the kitten in a safe spot in the back yard, she brought two more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Out the back window, we would see the little kittens jumping
up on the concrete sidewalk blocks and trying to climb up the poplar tree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We couldn’t get close to them but we could certainly
see the exuberance of kitten youthfulness when we retreated to a safe
distance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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As they grew to about three months they became braver and would
come to the front door with Mama Kitty to be fed alongside her. The largest of
the three kittens was a soft grey classic tabby (mottled markings like a marble
cake).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The other two had the mackerel
tabby stripes in a darker color. For ease of identification, the grey one became
Smokie. The other two were named for their personalities, Braveheart and
Scaredy Cat.<o:p></o:p></div>
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At that time, we did find out what happened to Chair Kitty. He,
not she, became a beloved pet in the house right behind us. He had escaped and
his owner climbed over our fence looking for him! All ended well and he was
back in his home within a day.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Back to our story….<o:p></o:p></div>
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We decided we would try to capture the three kittens and
look for homes for them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were more
friendly than any of the ferals we had been feeding so we anticipated that it would
be easier to socialize them for moving to a loving family. Mama kitty seemed
comfortable outside so we weren’t looking to change her situation. <o:p></o:p><br />
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Once we made that decision we quickly realized we had to
change course.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mama kitty was looking suspiciously
chubby and we realized she was pregnant again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Doing the math we realized her brood would be born at the beginning of winter,
which meant they would only be a few weeks old when the snow came. The plan now
became to capture all four.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The first step of the capture happened more by chance than by
design. Hubby had opened the back patio door to look out at the bird feeder
when Smokie and Braveheart simply walked inside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hubby shut the door right away and the
capture commenced. Smokie was the easiest since I picked him up and took him to
his new bedroom upstairs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Braveheart did
not come so easily.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She scratched wildly
when picked up and then she ran under the stereo unit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It took a day of hubby cajoling her out with
a cat toy before he was able to get her in a box and bring her upstairs to her
brother.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Mama Kitty was next.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We put some food inside the front door and she willingly came in. However,
once I closed the door she realized something was up and she did her best to
escape.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fortunately I was able to grab
her when she started to climb up the coats on the coat rack and she was quickly
moved up to her own bedroom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One kitten left to
go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had a couple of failed attempts trying
to capture Scaredy cat. At night we would hear her plaintive meows, calling out
for her siblings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We could see her sitting
at the end of the yard looking for her family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>On the third night, hubby went out to the store to buy a variety of toys
that he thought might persuade her to come in. Surprisingly, the winner was the
laser pointer. In she came.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We thought
we would have a difficult time once she was in but she stayed hunched against the
wall, so hubby easily picked her up and took her to reunite with her siblings.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Oh yes….three weeks later Mama Kitty had six kittens and
that is how we became a household with eleven felines.</div>
Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477302247492682537.post-4319312528412945022019-04-16T19:44:00.000-07:002019-04-16T19:48:47.407-07:00My Sweet Angel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Angel has been an inside cat ever since he came to live with us 12 years ago. He had a love of the outside but we knew he would not stay close by if he was ever let to have the run of the yard. He had to content himself with sniffs of fresh spring air from an open window or the breeze on his fur when I tucked him into my dressing gown and took him out into the chilly evenings.<br />
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Today, we realized he was closer to the end than we had hoped and we knew we would have to take him into the vet. He spent his last hours today being cuddled with us and with some time outside sitting in the yard he always enjoyed watching from the window. He seemed content to simply sit there and feel the grass underneath him.<br />
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We will miss Angel in many ways - and will feel the holes he has left each day. He won't be hopping into my chair when I leave it and curling up, daring me to even think about disturbing him. He won't be jumping onto the bed to snuggle up beside a warm leg or two. He won't be biting the leg that moved and disturbed his sleep. And the dogs will no longer be puzzled by a small furry being that constantly walks by them or around them without fear and drinks out of the double dog bowl right beside whichever dog is already there.<br />
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But we will always remember a loving cat who came to us as the only pet in the household and transitioned through several feline and canine additions to become the true "elder" of the household. This was his home and he knew that he never needed to worry about losing his special place in our hearts.<br />
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Angel, the elder, is slowing down these days. He is in his 17th year, 12 of which he has been with us. His favorite pastime is to sleep in a nice warm spot. If my husband is sitting in the living room, then that nice warm spot is my hubby's lap. We do have a special cat bed on the coffee table which he also often enjoys.<br />
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Today, with the blowing snow outside and minus 20 degree weather, we had an electric throw plugged in ready to use. Angel found it and has stretched out along the heated spine. And he was not in a mood to share that with anyone!Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477302247492682537.post-17697319360840702442018-03-10T20:37:00.000-08:002018-03-11T06:15:36.353-07:00The Last Footprint<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tomorrow, it will be one year since we lost Max,our German Shepherd. It did not seem real that day - coming home from the final visit to the vet and opening the front door, it seemed as if Max was just around the corner. Except for his absence by my chair, life felt like it was going on around us as if nothing had happened. The other dogs were milling around, looking for their dinner. The cats were curled in their regular places, opening an eye to see what was happening and then slowly going back to sleep again.<br />
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The next day we took the Shelties for their regular early morning walk. It was light enough to see Max's footprints from his last walk with us. I kept looking at the prints in the snow, feeling the pain of knowing he was no longer with us. One day ...there...the next ..gone.<br />
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The weather held for several days and each time I looked at the footprints I would remember my big goofy boy and how he loved to be out walking with the pack every day. I decided I should take a photo with my cell phone ...and the next day, the weather changed and the prints faded from sight. But he will never fade from my heart.Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477302247492682537.post-37694763204077771502017-11-09T18:03:00.001-08:002017-11-11T09:55:43.082-08:00Today ....sadnessToday, we lost our girl, Sadie. She had shown some signs of muscle problems in her back legs in the last few weeks but seemed to recover quite quickly so we just assumed it was perhaps from sleeping on them for too long. She did like to sleep - as you will see by the following photos.<br />
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Last week she started to sleep in a dog bed under the living room end table and spent much of her day there. We noticed she was losing some fur and was not interested in eating much. We didn't know how old she was but the symptoms looked like old age and we prepared ourselves for the eventual good bye.<br />
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Then in the last few days she went downhill very quickly. We made a vet appointment for yesterday afternoon, thinking we would not be coming back with her. We cuddled as much as we could during the day and wrapped her in her little pink blanket,fully expecting to hold her close as she was put to sleep. When the vet saw her, he recognized she was in bad shape but he decided to do some blood tests and take an X-ray. Our hearts hurt when we heard her cries of pain while she was being X rayed but it was a small bit of hope. Initial thoughts were that perhaps she had been infected by some sort of bacteria so he decided to keep her overnight. We were so excited to think there was a chance to save her and we walked out of the clinic with much lighter hearts - so happy to know we'd have more time with her.<br />
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The next day, the happiness bubble burst. The blood tests had been sent out and the vet said Sadie had to be sedated in the morning since her little heart was racing. Three hours later the phone rang - and we heard our little girl had passed away in early afternoon, before the blood tests had come back.<br />
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We are left with so many questions now. Did she think we had abandoned her and she just let go? Was there anything we could have done to help her earlier? Should we have asked the vet to put her to sleep while we were there to cuddle her so her last thoughts were of the humans who loved her so much?<br />
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But now I will turn to thinking about how she was so much a part of our family and how we treasured her unique qualities. Our sweet little deaf cat - who always knew when food was being served and who found so many places in the house to put her furry print on. She would sit by side with our dogs - never worried about any one biting her. Her short legs made it tough for her to jump on on most things - but she certainly would keep trying. And her favorite place of all - was to climb up on my hubby until she was stretched out on his chest - and then she would close her eyes and knead her paws.<br />
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I have pulled out some of my favorite photos of Sadie - the often sleeping gal - who would claim a sleeping place for a couple of weeks and then look for another to lay claim to. The last photo is from a couple of months ago - when she actually made it up "Mount Everest" - the couch which she has often struggled to get up onto. When we found her at the very top we were so surprised - and we figured it must have taken her quite some time to get all the way.<br />
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Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477302247492682537.post-82234400538771362142017-03-11T17:50:00.000-08:002017-03-11T17:50:04.270-08:00Never Gets any Easier to say Goodbye<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is a photo of Max back in July 2015when he had just been with us a few months after my Dad's death. We knew he was old already and wanted to give him a loving home for what ever years he had left. He fit into the household from the first day with us...and in the last few months he often had a little white companion (Angel or Sadie) sitting beside him. Even Sebastian, our"scaredy cat", had learned that Max was more bark than bite and he would gingerly walk close to where Max was laying down. <br />
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This last week he had not seemed well - and was walking more slowly than usual on our morning walks. We had an appointment this morning with our vet and fully expected to be leaving with some medicine to help Max feel better. Unfortunately the vet found a mass in the lower part of Max's stomach. An X ray also showed a large cancerous growth further up in Max's lungs. He had been having a little trouble breathing a few times but it quickly passed. He was a strong dog and gave little sign of what must have been going on inside.<br />
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We said goodbye to Max at the vet clinic, in the same room we had seen our beloved Spike pass on over a year ago. It doesn't get any easier losing another member of our furry family - but we will always treasure the memories and the unique characteristics each one brought along with them.Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477302247492682537.post-32510470280677403952016-10-30T17:32:00.001-07:002016-10-30T17:35:09.370-07:00Two by Two<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sadie has decided that Max's rug makes a nice snoozing spot, regardless of whether Max is simply stretched out relaxing or having his dinner. Surprisingly, she has no fear of Max, even given that he is the largest dog in the household. At the beginning of Max's time with us, we kept moving her away to a different part of the living room but she kept coming back. Max has never shown any concern - basically gives her a quick look and then ignores her.</div>
<br />Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477302247492682537.post-5553240713064396192016-06-12T10:26:00.002-07:002016-06-12T10:26:36.422-07:00New use for an Ikea chair<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A couple of years ago we found a cream colored leather chair at Ikea which we thought would make a comfy addition to the living room seating. Little did we know that it would become a favorite sleeping spot for two of the furry family members. (That is why it is now covered with a cotton blanket - cat claws and dog claws have already left their mark on the leather!) Sadie often sleeps on the wide chair arm but sometimes likes to stretch out so will crawl onto the main part of the chair and get comfortable. Molly seems to think she owns the chair as well but she is ever vigilant and the slightest noise will wake her up from even a deep sleep.Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477302247492682537.post-18876471945495422942016-01-09T08:14:00.000-08:002016-01-09T08:16:05.162-08:00Goodbye to our beloved Spike<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Spike has been with us for 8 years now and made himself a home in each of our hearts. He was just barely a year old when he showed up at our front door (brought by his previous owner who was entrusting us to love and care for this sweet deaf cat). <br />
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We weren't the most experienced cat owners when he joined our family - we hadn't known that we should introduce him in stages to his new surroundings and we simply put him down on the floor to learn his way around the house. He spent the first few days hiding in a tucked away space under our bed which made him feel safe - and this is where he headed to in the last couple of months when he was sick. <br />
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He has been a healthy cat through most of his life with us - agile, active and always looked well fed! The first time he showed signs of getting sick was only a few months ago. He started to lose weight and seemed a bit lethargic and when he started to hide under the bed we realized something was wrong. He was diagnosed with diabetes so we quickly switched him over to a grain free, vegetable free soft cat food diet and started up insulin shots. He responded well to this and started to gain weight so we thought all was back on track. <br />
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One month ago , we heard him making a strange sound and saw that he was struggling to get up from his cat bed.. When I picked him up he started to have a severe seizure. I have never seen that before and it is a terrible experience to go through. He was breathing but very limp so we rushed him to the emergency vet clinic. He spent the night there on fluids but we really didn't have any answers as to the source of the seizure, other than the possibility that his blood sugar levels may have been too low at the time.<br />
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He had seemed to rally after the visit to the emergency clinic and our subsequent visit to our regular vet resulted in a higher daily insulin dose. But this past week his activity levels slowed down significantly and he was sleeping most of the day. On Wednesday morning he had lost the ability to move himself off the kitchen counter so we knew we had better take him to the vet as soon as possible. This time we had a diagnosis - pancreatitis and ketoacidosis. He spent two nights at the vet while they tried to stabilize him but his condition continued to deteriorate. <br />
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Friday morning we stopped in to see him but could see he wasn't getting better. He didn't seem to know we were there and his eyes showed the impact of the medication from the drip. We made the decision to help him move on and cuddled him for one last time as he lay on the vet's table. Being deaf, we knew he wouldn't hear us telling him we loved him, but we breathed into his neck fur while we stroked his head - and heard a soft barely inaudible purr ..so we hoped he knew we were there with him for his last minutes.<br />
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Nine years old when he left us - and the youngest of our four whitesters. We always thought he would be with us for many more years and can feel how empty the house is right now, even with the other three cats. I look up often, expecting to see him curled up in one of his many favorite spots - or strolling around the corner to come visit us in the living room. Short as the time seems, I would never give up a minute of the time we shared with this beautful boy.Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477302247492682537.post-42654132572357656282014-12-24T05:46:00.001-08:002014-12-24T05:46:23.458-08:00The difference between our cats and our dogs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Three Shelties playing on the couch - with the new big boy waiting his turn to join in. This is a typical scene in the house - at any time a dog pile could start if anyone is in the mood to play.<br />
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Contrast this with most views of our cats - lazily curled up in a warm place anywhere in the house. If any of the cats happen to be in close proximity to another, this is by coincidence rather than by design. Playing with another cat...not a chance!Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477302247492682537.post-60920129657824355622014-12-16T19:36:00.004-08:002014-12-18T20:37:51.829-08:00The Equilibrium is Re-established<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It has been a while since the last post and during that time the equilibirum in our household shifted significantly. My father passed away in the middle of September and we took in his beloved dog as part of our family. Max is an 11 year old large German Shepherd with a touch of Husky. He towers over all of the Shelties and has been busy learning how to negotiate our house layout, which isn't ideal for such a large dog.<br />
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Max's initial introduction to the household resulted in a frenzy of barking little Shelties and a quick exit on the part of the cats. Surprisingly he was quickly accepted by the Shelties and sometimes even tries to play with them. We knew he "tolerated" cats so we assumed he would leave the cats alone but we found out quite quickly that his curiosity was aroused when they would come near. He will often follow Sadie whenever she walks by - she is not as co-ordinated as the other cats so often is down on ground level instead of jumping from chair to table to bookcase.Spike and Angel are quite comfortable around the other dogs so after their initial apprehension about the "giant" in their midst, they decided he was harmless. At worst, they would occasionally feel a wet nose being pushed into their fur but more often Max would simply watch them as they moved around the house.<br />
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Molly, on the other hand, is constantly trying to chase the cats if they are on the floor or poke at them with her paw if they are within reach on a table or chair. In the photo above, Molly is trying to get Angel's attention and is being watched intently by Max. Spike is just behind Angel and is giving a quick tail flick to show he is nto impressed with the tableau unfolding in front of him.<br />
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No harm, no foul...the cats are faster than the dogs and when they get fed up they simply run away and jump up to a higher spot that is not dog accessible. Sebastian has no interest in any of the dogs and stays well out of reach, always keeping vigilant in case he needs to hiss at an interloper.<br />
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So after 2 months the equilibirum has been re-established. The daily routines have been adjusted to include Max and all animals have either accpeted each other or have an unspoken agreement not to get too close. Max has found a place where he can plop down that big body of his and the other dogs have shifted a little to accommodate him. Since he cannot easily get up the stairs to the second floor, he stays on the main floor at night to sleep. This makes Sophie happy since we now let her stay downstairs with him (she prefers to sleep on the couch in the living room but we rarely have let her stay downstairs by herself. Of course, the cats have free roam and go wherever they like anyway!Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477302247492682537.post-48969968245970448532014-09-22T18:49:00.002-07:002014-09-22T18:49:39.004-07:00Cat TV<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Usually the cats have no interest in what show is on TV and simply walk straight past...or sneak by very quickly if there is a dog on one of the three dog beds. However, this one time we saw Sadie stop and turn towards the TV. Being deaf, it certainly wasn't the sound that attracted her ..so she must have seen something which caught her interest enough to watch for few minutes.Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477302247492682537.post-33874156166942976752014-09-08T05:57:00.003-07:002014-09-08T05:59:54.073-07:00Leg Warmers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last week hubby posted a photo on facebook labelled "leg warmers". Probably a welcome warmth in winter but a bit hot in summer. Sadie on the left (I recognize those "space ears"!) and Angel on the right. Seumas is on the floor,wondering why this is worth taking a photo of!<br />
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Often, one of these kitties will climb up onto hubby's lap or sit on the arm of the chair beside him. If I didn't know better, I would think it was due to the prime TV viewing that the occupant of this chair enjoys. Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477302247492682537.post-30830124160712607412014-08-31T08:07:00.004-07:002014-08-31T08:07:56.980-07:00Molly joins the family<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On July 31st, we added a new member to our family. Due to an unfortunate circumstances in Molly's first home, she was looking for a new forever home. We had a large hole in our hearts from the loss of two beloved dogs within the past 14 months so we were very happy to have the opportunity to love another sweet girl. Molly, who is almost a year old, has fit in well with our family. She loves to tussle with older "brother" Seumas and she has quickly recognized that the cats are not little sheep to be herded. Sometimes she does follow them when they walk around the living room but most times she is content to simply sit beside them.Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477302247492682537.post-8282065280374124882014-08-16T10:11:00.001-07:002014-08-16T10:12:48.513-07:00Cat Tray #2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I do so enjoy visiting Winners and Home Sense! I went to Winners the other day to pick up a decorative birdhouse for the garden and saw this tray. It has a heavy wood base with iron handles and looked like it would hold the weight of a cat jumping in without sliding off the table. I had a round cat bed from a few years ago that Spike occasionally curled up in so I thought this would be a good match with the tray.<br />
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Within 24 hours of cat bed being inserted in the tray, Spike decided to test it out. He just barely squishes that large body into the bed and his paws are actually tucked through the iron circle (top of circle is between his paws and his chin). Since the test, he has been a regular occupant!Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477302247492682537.post-58163372424917478662014-08-05T20:10:00.002-07:002014-08-05T20:10:55.338-07:00Relaxing on Sunday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A typical Sunday at home...4 cats perched in various places, at safe distances from the dogs, who lay claim to the floor.<br />
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First in sight was Sadie, stretched out comfortably on the couch, with not a care in the world. Spike, who rearranged himself on the chair several times within 5 minutes, doesn't realize he is too large to fit in this chair. Angel tucked himself into the corner of the couch, asleep almost instantly once he was in place.<br />
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And then there is Sebastian. Ever wary...ever watchful. He has been venturing out into the living room, which for him is very brave when there are dogs in here. In an effort to catch him still on the chair it had to be a quick shot ...hence the lack of focus and the unplanned flash. You can see his right paw is not relaxed - rather he is always ready to flee at a second's notice. He will push himself off this paw and be out of the room in a flash.Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477302247492682537.post-57480479464267370312014-07-26T19:27:00.001-07:002014-07-26T19:27:51.415-07:00IKEA shopping - but I didn't see this in the store<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We were at Ikea the other day (one of my favorite shopping places!) and picked up some plastic storage boxes, among other things. I left them in our dining room for just a few minutes when I went to unload groceries in the kitchen and came back to this sight. There was very little available room in the box but somehow Angel managed to wiggle his way in, although he didn't have enough room to sit down. The fuzzy head just barely visible in the foreground belongs to a curious sheltie, trying to see what the appeal of the box is. I must say, I was puzzled too. Cardboard boxes...attractive to all our cats. Plastic boxes - very rarely. Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477302247492682537.post-41314034532343816672014-07-12T18:53:00.003-07:002014-07-12T18:55:39.988-07:00Pepperoni..or cat..on your pizza?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Wednesday, hubby decided it was time to have a pizza dinner which did not come from our freezer. There is a local pizza joint which makes a good pepperoni pizza and it is very convenient for me to stop there on my way home from work. <br />
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I brought home our usual order and put it on the counter for a few minutes while I went upstairs. This was the sight that met me when I came back into the kitchen. Sadie must have thought she found a nice, heated sitting spot which would also be great for sleeping (probably would have been snoozing if I had come back into the kitchen just a little later). Needless to say, I removed her very quickly ..but not until I had a couple of photos for the blog!Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477302247492682537.post-45957236810426740702014-06-29T20:44:00.000-07:002014-06-29T20:44:12.613-07:00Curious Cat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is our occasional guest, Champ,getting his bearings in his new home. I laughed when I saw this photo, seeing all that curiosity oozing out of those big green eyes. When he stayed with us, I would spend some time in the evening with him, sitting on a chair in the guest room. I would be in the midst of reading my book, when I would feel his gaze on me. When I turned my head to look over at him, I would invariably find him sitting still as a mouse, watching me intently.<br />
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And here is that curiosity again, his head rising up over the foot of the bed, looking to see what is going on.Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477302247492682537.post-42256083834872301722014-06-22T19:59:00.001-07:002014-06-22T19:59:50.814-07:00Soccer fan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hubby is a supporter of the German soccer team whereas I, of course, support the Socceroos (Aussie team). Earlier this week he had his German soccer shirt out on the coffee table waiting for the game. Sadie decided it would make a great cat blanket and she curled up right on top of it. As is usual with Sadie, she chooses something that isn't quite large enough for her whole body, even if she sticks her little nose as far into her chest as she can!<br />
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I guess, in her own way, she was keeping me company as I waited for the game to start. I was on the chair right beside her so she could have had much more room if she sat in my lap :-) but Sadie always marches to her own drummer. Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477302247492682537.post-3047326353416967852014-06-12T20:38:00.000-07:002014-06-12T20:39:22.706-07:00Carbon copy kitties<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A most unusual scene in our house ..where we have no bonded pairs of kitties ...just 4 very independent souls who really don't have any interest in others unless someone is in chase mode. In fact, yesterday was the proverbial den of snakes where we kept hearing hissing in various parts of the house. Angel is often on the receiving end of a chase so the hissing will come from his end. Sadie's first response when she sees a cat or dog coming her way is to hiss at the offender until she finally turns tail and runs away.<br />
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Hubby saw this "book end" tableau play out earlier this week. Sadie had curled herself up on the chair and was fast asleep. Angel carefully made his way into the empty space she had left and tucked his little body into the opening. Within minutes we had two sleeping kitties sharing one space (and no hissing anywhere!) Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976495341776032988noreply@blogger.com2