Sally's Title and Ofer Stuf

Hi efurrybody,

We haf sum rekwests frum da audeyence fer moveeys wid sound and pikshurs of Sally doin her click to biggify and her prey tactic leaps. We tolded Maw to make dat her noomeryo uno pryorty. Paw tolded us dat he gonna get Maw a noo-er dijtal camra cuz owrs is an older vershun an ist not yuuser frurendly. But in da meantime, Maw will work wid wat she gots.

Oh!! Breakin Noos!!! We has anudder set of Paws here at da Forty Paws. Maw sez itz only temprary til she kin finger owt wat to do. See, der is dis scrawny Marmalade cat been comin round and Maw feels furry sorry fer it. She tot it wuz Marmalade wid the collar who lifs owtside all da time. But Paw sed he saw a skinny cat wid no collar. Sure nuf, Maw sawed it too. She hated dat it wuz so scrawny an livin in da freezin un-Texas like weder we bin hafin, so she started feedin it. Now it lives on da roof 'tween da pateeyo cover an the roof rite wer Davy the Panther used ta sleep.

Anywun wunt a Marmalade cat?

So here ist Sally's title. Dunt know why it dunt say nuthin bout bein a hunter or a patrol offser. Luf, Us

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Lady Sally the Elegant of Fiddlers Green Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Meet Sally

Hi,

I'm Sally, aka Tiny Tiger, aka Sergeant Sally. I'm a real life siddur to Obi, Reno, and Smokey.

My right eye is also scarred from being born to a feral mama with Feline Herpes 1, or Feline Rhinotracheitis Virus. And I was stuck in the cage at da crazy cat lady's garage fur nine months too. Maw has to nab me almost efery day and get the black gunk off my eye with a warm, moist cotton ball cuz my eye starts closing up when the black gunk crusts. I dunt like wen Maw nabs me, but den I kin see agin later.

Dey call me Tiny Tiger cuz I ist the liddlest wun here at the Forty Paws wayin in at only 8 lbs, wich is bout haf ov efurrybody else here. Dey also call me Sergeant Sally cuz I patrol da howse an da cage and make my reports by howlin BERY LOUDLY. Da beans dunt like my 5:00 am reports too much. But itz my yob. So I walk up and down da hall and into da rooms and howl. Yep. Dat's my yob.

Wen my brudders roll me, I like to scream at da top ov my lungs an make my escape. Wile my brudders is recoverin frum my ear shattering scream, I click the biggify on my tail and run!!! Den I laf cuz dey dunt know wat happened!!!

I ist also the hunter 'roun here. I bring in crickets and geckos frum the cage or da garage. Den I kerry dem 'round in my mouth. Trubl is dat wen u lif wid as many poodies az I do, dey tend to surround da one whoze got sumtin. Sumtimes I haf to click the biggify on my tail and run wid my prey. But den efurrybody follows!!! It is bery hard to terrorize my prey wid so many uders wantin it.

I like to polish my prey tactics by leaping strait up in da air 'bout 3 feet and landin on nufin. Maw lafs cuz she dunt understand wat gud prey tactics is. But we poodies know how important the leap can be.

Ok. I need to go patrol now.

Luf, Sergeant Sally

Man Cat Monday and Aristocat Titles for Bow and Reno

This is Smokey (you haven't met him yet) in his favorite position. He is a VERY large man cat.

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Very Lord Bow the Sentient of Midhoop St Giggleswich Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Sir Reno the Coherent of Fiddlers Green Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Reno

Hi,

I am Reno. I am the real life brudder of Obi.
I am a perfectly symmetrical Tuxedo. Wat is on da rite site ov me is on da left site of me. Efen my butt is equal.

Here I am in da new cat tree dat Santa Paws broughted us fur Chrismouse. It goes frum da floor to da ceilin!!! We lufs it.

We were born to a feral mama with Feline Herpes I, or Feline Rhinotracheitis Virus. Our eyes wouldn't open which is normal in kittens who contract herpes during birth. A crazy cat lady who thinks she is a foster mom kept us in her garage in cages for the first 9 months of our lives because she didn't know what to do about our eyes. Then my two brudders (Obi and Smokey (u hafn't met him yet) and my sidder Sally (u hafn't met her yet) got really bad diarrhea and da crazy cat lady sent da 3 of them away. So's I wuz left widout my brudders and sidder alone in my cage for anudder 2 months until Maw got me away frum dat crazy cat lady.

So my right eye is worsted dan my brudders' and sidder's eyes. My 3rd eyelid is scarred and attached to my regular eyelid. My tear duct is scarred over so my eye can't drain, so I get goopy black junk stuck around my eye and Maw has to wipe it off with warm, moist cotton balls. I DUNT LIKE IT.

I am bery skeered of mostest anyting. I run wen Maw or Paw try to touch me. If dey lean ofer to pet me, I run away. Dat's why wen it's toe trimmin day, Maw and Paw haf to ketch me while I am sleepin an do my toes first, or I hide out fer the next 3 weeks. I meow wid ebery click ov da toe trimmers. Dat ist 18 meows. More if Maw hast to do wun ofer.

I also like to put da bitey on fingers and toes. Really hard bitey. So's Maw gaved up on tryin to adopt me owt. I am kinda growin owt of da bitey ting now. It's only taken free years. An I haf to take the L-lysine daily too fur my Herpes.

Dat's my story. Oh yeah, I ist bery skeered of Dorf too. If he corners me, I wet myself jus like Obi duz.

Luf, Reno

A Breef Sin-op-sis an A PoP Quiz

Hello efurrybodys;

So fur u hast met Bow (da ol' fart), Jenny (hidin), Gatsbi, Obi, Annie, G.T. and hiz brudder Dorf. U hazn't met Sally, Reno, or Smokey yet. Dey is brudders and sidder to Obi. Wen u see der pikshurs, u will see why da V-E-T sed der mama hazt sum 'xplainin to do. Tee hee.

U hazn't metted Davy the Panther yet. (He went ofer da bridge Aug. 2000, and is da reason Paw builded owr cage on da back ov da house.) Hiz ist a bery bery bery sad story an if u ist 'speshally senstiv u mite not wanna read about him. We will warn u in ad-vance.

Ok. Today we shall haf a PoP Quiz about wat we lerned in skool on Toos-day. We hope youse remember!!!

Kwestion 1.
Wat makes loud chirping sounds in da nite an makes u yack wen u eat dem?
a. Woofies
b. Crickets
c. Poodies

Kwestion 2.
Wat jumps wen u try to ketch it?
a. Grasshoppers
b. Poodies
c. Woofies

Kwestion 3.
Whose tail falls off wen u ketch it?
a. Poodies
b. Woofies
c. Geckos

We wishes u luk on da PoP Quiz.
Luf, Us

Annie's Aristocat Title

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Honourable Lady Annie the Foamy of Gallop Hophill Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Lil' Orphan Annie

Lil' Orphan Annie, or Annie for short, was orphaned at about a week old. Someone found her and took her to the police station, where a nice officer then took her to a V-E-T who gave him a bottle with some KMR and told him how to feed her. Well, since the officer was on duty and couldn't be feeding a baby kit, he took her to the big box retail pet store where I happened to be purchasing large amounts of food for my TWO cats and a foster family of a mom and 8 kittens. Being very unaware of the ages of babies, I thought that perhaps my nursing queen would accept Annie, so I proudly brought her home.

Well, she was probably about 1/4 the size of the other babies, and they were at the size and age to hiss and spit and go Halloween cat on her, and the mom wanted nothing to do with this teeny baby.

I then found myself suddenly looking on the Internet for instructions on caring for teeny orphans. Geez, I didn't know that I had to stimulate her to go and clean it up, and burp her, and all that. I learned very quickly. Then, her system didn't like the KMR so she got diarrhea BAD, and her little behind became raw. We went to the V-E-T where I used to work, and he gave me some ideas on what to do and checked her stool for parasites.

She didn't get better, and soon it was the weekend, so we went to the emergency clinic. This vet suggested that she couldn't handle the formula and told me to mix up goat's milk, Karo Syrup, and Nutrical for her. So I started feeding her that formula. She finally started thriving on that, and pretty soon over the next couple of weeks discovered that she had teeth and could chew on the nipples as teething rings. She was just starting to adapt to kitten food, but we went through a mess o' rubber nipples in the process. To this day, I can't leave rubber gloves hanging over the sink or she chews the fingers on them.....

It became time to take her to the Adopt-a-Pet at the big box retail store. I took her on a Saturday morning and dropped her off. I then cried for the next 24 hours, so my dear sweet husband went on Sunday morning and carefully picked her up from her cage and brought her back home to me. That was almost 8 years ago now.

I've never taken on anymore bottle babies since then because I know I can't part with them.

BTW, we call Annie a Chuman, Cat-Human, because she isn't quite cat, and isn't quite human. She has confused identities. She wakes my husband in the middle of the night to hold her head in the palm of his hand. She lays in front of my husband's computer so that she can make biscuits on his computer screen while he brushes her and complains to her about all the fur getting in his keyboard. She loves it. She doesn't like any type of stinky goodness, including tuna. She loves one type of dry crunchies, and will occasionally eat our steak, chicken, or turkey.

She also likes to go to the potty in bathroom sinks, so we keep the sinks filled with water to prevent her from doing that, and as drinking water for the rest of the mob. When she uses the litter boxes, you'd think she was digging to China the way she covers and covers and covers. I guess my instructions on litterbox etiquette as a surrogate mom were lacking...

As you can see from this picture, she recovered nicely from her orphaned kitten hood. As a matter of fact, last year she was having a little "huff" of a cough. Very infrequently, but I took her in and they did x-rays. Well, because of her extra layers along her rib cage, they couldn't quite tell if her lungs were inflamed so they overnighted the x-rays to a radiologist who proclaimed that she had pneumonia!!!

Our V-E-T told us to put her on a diet, but that's kinda hard when you've got 9 other mouths to feed.

Grr, Midnight, and Cocoa's Challenge to Us

Hi.

The poodies ofer at Grr, Midnight and Cocoa's gived us a challenge to show a pikshur of all ten ov us, an der bean wood donate $5 per poodie in da foto to Oreo an hiz mom and den Missy, KC, an Bear's mom sed she wood match dat donation. Ok. We up to da challenge.

Maw sez dis taint won ov her best cuz she wuz goin fer quantity, not quality, and we iz a movin target wen we iz nippin. We tried to tell her dat if she let G.T. catch a bird in da cage and bring it in, den she could git all 40 paws in the foto but she sez dat no animule could be harmed in da makin ov dis film else we woodn't git ASPCA an HSUS akredidashun; wat-e-fer dat is.

So here we iz at a nip sesshun. Sally (u hafn't met her yet) at the bottom right, Obi (orange in the middle), Smokey (u hafn't met him yet) to Obi's top left, Reno (u hafn't met him yet) to the left of Smokey, G.T. (lookin at da fotographer) above Reno. Den Gatsbi to da rite of Obi, den Dorf (lookin at da fotographer) to da rite of Gatsbi. The strange dark objekt behind G.T. is wun ov owr dinkin fountains.

Ok, Maw nose dat dis is only 28 paws. She kerried Annie (u hafn't met her yet) in frum da bed wer she wuz gettin her be-you-ty sleep, but she sat on top of da chair and refused to partake. She dunt like ofer poodies much. Jenny wuz hidin, of course. Bow wuz sleepin, of course.

Den Gatsbi started to ruin owr buzz by grrrrowlin at efurrybody, so she had to go to timeout cuz she wanted da whole nip seshun to herself. It kinda ruined owr buzz after dat, so we all crashed owt.

Luf, Us

Skool Day

Hi Efurryone,

Maw sed since we gotted a few inquiries bout grasshoppers from yesterday's post, that we need to hold skool fer the poodies who nefer seen a grasshopper or had the pleshur of pullin the liddle legs off ov the creashurs.

Here ist wat sum grasshoppers luk like. Taint dey ugly? An dey JUMP. Jus wen u finks u gonna pounce it, it jumps rite outta yur liddle paws!! Owr Maw says "Eeeeekkkk!" wen dey jump at her. We giggle. We like it wen dey jump. More funner.

And see dose really big back legs? Dey fall off really easy wen u play wid dem. An dey gots liddle barbs on dem so's dat dey stick to da carpet and Maw freaks out cuz she hasta pulls dem off the carpet. Tee hee.

We also lufs crickets. Sally (u hafn't met her yet) is a berry gud cricket hunter. Crickets make chirpee noises at night. Really loud!!! Their back legs fall off real easy too.

Sally brings crickets in frum the garraje an den tries to hog dem fur herself. But we all gang up on her and try to steal it away wen it jumps outta her paws. It's SO much fun. Den we pull off der legs. Tee hee.

Oh, and Maw sed we bedder tell youse guys dat lots of times ifn we eat one, den we yack. Mebbe dey no gud for da digestive system. We wood much ratter play wid dem tho den eat dem.

Anuffer fing dat we luf to play wid, is the gecko. Tee hee. Sally (u hafn't met her yet), is real gud at catchin geckos too. She a real hunter dat Sally (u hafn't met her yet).

Da funny ting bout geckos is dat der tails fall off. Ya tinks ya got a gecko by its tail, and den da tail falls off. We is glad owr tails dunt fall off!!!

Oh, Maw sed to tell u da geckos we catch taint like the TV star gecko. Dis is wat owr geckos look like. We wood show u a real life pikshur ifn it was summertime, but da geckos in hidin since it not summertime. Here's a pikshur frum the innernet.

Luf, Us

G.T.'s Aristocat Title

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: The Most Honourable G.T. the Crepuscular of Grasshopper in the Hole Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Me Lufs Grasshoppers!!! They HOP! And itz easy to pull off their liddle legs.

I Broke My Leg

Hi, I'm back. I know you all have been waiting
anxiously to hear about my leg. Yes, I broke it. In 3 places! The V-E-T was quite impressed and very baffled because cats don't usually break parts. We are more graceful than woofies, who break parts a LOT.

So, here's what happened. I was being my usual self. Racing from one end of the house to the other, up and down cat trees, across the tops of furniture, flying through the air with the greatest of ease. So I raced to the top of the cat tree next to the china hutch and took my usual leap to the top of the hutch. But I missed. Maw was at her 'puter and heard a "kathunk," "CRASH." Then all was quiet. After a little while, I limped over to one of the beds next to the 'puter and lay down. Maw looked at me and my leg was already swollen and I was trembling.

Maw, never one to get overexcited in an emergency, jumped up and examined my leg and immediately called our V-E-T and said we were on our way in.

They took x-rays and all that and put a splint on my leg. Told my Maw to keep me quiet and not let me do any running around. Yeah, right. Well, actually, I wasn't feeling so hot, so I didn't run around for a few days. Plus, I had to get used to walking with this splint on me that was longer than my leg. It was kinda slippery on the end too. Not like my little toe pads that grip shiny surfaces like little rubber suction cups (sometimes). But I was back to climbing the cat trees even with my splint. Not a problem for me!! I have lots of upper body strength.

I had to go in and have x-rays done at 6, 8, 10, and 12 weeks to see how my bones were healing. Finally, after 12 weeks of wearing a splint, I was free again. It took me a couple of days, but I learned how to use that leg again real quick, and was leaping tall buildings in a single bound. Ok, tall cat trees.

Yes, poodies can break bones. I did. And ain't my pictshur just way too adorable? Maw has it on her coffee mug.

Luf, G.T.

Hep Me!! I've Been Shot!!

Hi, I'm G.T. That's short for Growltiger from T.S. Eliot's 'Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats' and the musical 'CATS', of course.

Mine is another long story, but whose isn't in the house of Forty Paws? My brudders and sidders and I came from Kaufman County. We were born to a farm cat, but our Mom became a sail kitty on the FM road. (FM means Farm to Market for those of you not from Texas.) So, the farmer and his wife wanted us all to find really good homes so we wouldn't become sail kitties so they found a rescue person who then contacted our Maw to foster us.

First thing Maw and Paw duz to us when we get here is give us each 2 baths!!! We were kinda covered in red dirt and fleas. 2 baths!!! And they said we smelled. All 8 of us were grey tabbies except for one all black sister. It was very hard to tell us apart, except for me because I growled all the time. Hence, my name. And we had to get Albon for a very long time because we all had coccidia, and everybody loved it except me. I've always been rather offended by medications.

So, we all got fixed, although I didn't know we were broken, and we were taken every weekend to the big box retail pet store and put in a big cage with these goofy bows on us to tell us apart. Well, everyone was adopted eventually except my brother Dorf and me. And since we were becoming lap kitties, and Bow, Jenny, Annie and Gatsbi weren't lap kitties, Maw and Paw just decided, "Aw, what's 2 more?" So we got our furever home.

Well, over time, I started itching. A lot. So Maw takes me to the V-E-T. She says I probably have allergies. Since I DON'T take pills, Maw had the human pharmacist make up liquid prednisolone mixed up with Triple Fish flavoring. Ummmmmmmm. That's the bestest ever stinky goodness. I would beg and stand up against the big white cold box to get my Triple Fish every day. Ummmmmmmm. Very good stuff.

Well, I was still itchy, and sometimes it would get so bad that my liddle cheeks would become ulcerated and ooze because I scratched them so much. Then I would have to go to the V-E-T and get those prednisolone shots. WOW! Did I feel great after that!!! For about a month.

Well, Maw and Paw got tired of me scratching all the time (AND HOW DO THEY THINK I FELT?), and it was VERY expensive to get my Triple Fish formulation every month, so I went to a V-E-T allergist. I went to sleep, and look what happened!!!!!

Not only did I wake up shaved, but they made me polky-dotted!!!! Ack!!! But the V-E-T allergist was very impressed with my test. He said out of 34 possible allergies, I had 27!!! About the only thing I'm not allergic to is cats. Good thing, huh?

So, Maw started shooting me every 2 weeks!!! Can you believe that? Then, after a year, she shoots me on the 20th of every month. Can you believe that? My own Maw shooting me every single month.

But let me tell you, I don't get the itchys no more, no how. I is one itch-free poodie. So, today I got shot. Again.

Stay tuned tomorrow, same station, about the same time, and I'll tell you the story behind this wonderful picture of me.

Luf, G.T.

Dorf's Aristocat Title

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: His Excellency Dorf the Scattered of Leighton in the Bucket Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Jenny's Aristocat Title

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Her Exalted Highness Duchess Jenny the Fiendish of Throcking in the Hole Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Tee hee. Dey did it agin. Me loves to hide in hidey holes. Just like dey gave Obi the Bumhampton name, dey gave me a furry good name. Gotta luv this fing. It has ESP or sumting.

Jenny, The Formerly Feral Feral

Hi Efurryone!!! I am Jenny. I been here wid my Maw fer almost 13 years now. Maw didn't know nuthin' bout Ferals wen she picked me out from a group of rescued kits at a furry nice lady's home. The furry nice lady and her hubby trapped me and about 30 udder cats and kits from under an ol' lady's house 'cause the ol' lady passed over da bridge and we wuz fending for ourselves out of the Taco Bell dumpster next door. (I still like Taco Bell meat!!!) Anyway, I was trapped at several months old and I was already fairly feral. So, Maw being an unaware bean, thought I wuz the perfect friend for the ol' Fart Bow and brought me home. Me and Bow is bestest furriends. He de only poodie dat I let sniff me or sleep close to me.

Maw and Paw say dat "I exist". I live in the howse with all the udder poodies here, I eat and sleep here. Sumtimes I cum out from hiding and meow at Maw so she will talk to me. Den we carry on a long conversation.

Me: Mew

Maw: What Jenny?

Me: Mewp

Maw: Do you want something Jenny?

Me: Meow Mew

Maw: Yes Jenny.

Me: Mew Meow

Maw: Do you want to play?

Me: Mewp

Maw: Can I pet you Jenny?

Me: Meowp!!

Den I leave.

If Maw or Paw walk into the room wen I is chewing on stinky goodness, I run. So dey walk on eggshells around me, or so dey say. Not knowing wat eggshells are, I dunt know.

I dunt haf to go to da V-E-T much cuz dey caint catch me. I only been maybe 4 times in my whole life!!! I is furry lucky.

Bye bye.

Obi's Aristocat Title

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: The Right Reverend Obi the Weary of Lower Bumhampton Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Tee hee. Look at my title and look at my picshur frum yesterday. Shaved bum. Get it?? Tee hee. How do dey know that stuff?

Fanks you to all you concerned poodies and bipeds for me and my siblings who lived in the Crazy Cat Lady's cages. We has lerned to run and climb and jump. We has floor to ceiling cat trees here and also 5 ft. and 6 ft. cat trees that we practice climbing and jumping onto. I still have trouble jumping, but my brudders and sidder don't. We love to wrestle. Maw figures we did that a lot when we lived in the cage. We jump each ofer frum behind and roll 'em. That's fun!!!!! We dunt do it to any of the ofer poodies in this howse tho. Only ourselves. So Maw figures that's how we played before we came to live here in a real howse.

Dan S. said that Maw might wanna try Cosequin for my bladder ishues. Maw gonna try sprinkling that on my stinky goodness gravy like she duz wid my L-lysine and my Metamucil. Fank you to Dan.

Stay warm efurrybody! Purrs & Hedbutts to all!!

Obi's Tale

I'm Obi. That stands for Orange Boy. Am I not just the most gorgeous hunk of burnin' love you ever saw?

My tale is very long, but will give you some background on my siblings Sally, Reno, and Smokey as well.

We were born to a feral mama with Feline Herpes I, or Feline Rhinotracheitis Virus. Our eyes wouldn't open which is normal in kittens who contract herpes during birth.

A crazy cat lady who thinks she is a foster mom kept us in her garage in cages for the first 9 months of our lives because she didn't know what to do about our eyes. Then we all got really bad diarrhea except for Reno and she had to get rid of the 3 of us because her husband made her. So we went to another foster home where the lady didn't medicate us regularly. Then our Maw got us to her home and starting giving us NASTY Metronidazole (flagyl) and prescription food and Metamucil everyday for 3 months until our diarrhea finally stopped. Our good tummy flora was totally out of whack because we had had diarrhea for 6 months. When we came to our Maw and Paw's, we didn't know how to run or jump or climb since we lived in a cage during our formative months.

Once we got all better we had our vaccinations and even had our teeth cleaned because Herpes can kinda ulcerate the gums and our teeth were a mess although we were only a year and a half old. Then Maw put us up for adoption through the group she volunteered with and put us on Petfinder. The crazy cat lady had already had us neutered and spayed.

Everybody wanted to adopt me because I'm beautiful, but they didn't want to give me my L-lysine supplements for my Herpes, and my Metamucil which I take daily so I don't have squishee poops. So I didn't get adopted because nobody wanted a "special needs" cat.

Then my pee pee blocked. I was in the v-e-t hospital for a whole week with a catheter coming out and fluids going into me. Then I went to the North Texas Veterinary Referral Center and they did a perineal urethrostomy. So I'm a eunich in a very real sense of the word. I still get bladder infections and Maw has to watch me very carefully because when I start getting an infection, I hit every litter box in the house and leave a tiny spot. Then I have to start taking Prednisolone and antibiotics to reduce my bladder inflammation.

Every time I get sick, Maw always says that I would be so dead if I had been adopted because most people wouldn't go through what she and Paw have been through with me, or spent the tons of money on my surgery and such. So I consider myself very lucky to be here even if I REALLY hate Dorf and he picks on me all the time. And then I pee myself.

Here is a picture of me after my surgery when Maw temporarily took off my e-collar so I could bathe everything except my pee pee. Can you believe they even shaved my gorgeous tail???? How embarrasing!!!

So that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Oh, and Maw says that Crazy Cat Lady will end up being on the evening news one day when she's old and grey, after the health department comes out and finds 150 cats in her house with 50 dead ones and a foot of feces and urine piled up in the house and the neighbors complain of the smell.

All Dun

Fank yous to efurryone who has stopped by and said "wavey paws" to us. We haf found a bunches of new furriends in da internet world and we is furry happy. We almost got out of toe trimmin cuz we wuz so busy replying to all the wonerful poodies who blogged us. But, it didn't work. Dey caughted all of us and dey did it. We survived. Now Maw haz to git that big really noisy skeery sucker monster out and suckee up all da trimmed toesies. (KC down in Houston asted about the vacuum. KC is furry smart poodie).
Maw luvs her skeery sucker monster. She got it las year and sez it's da bestest. It's called a dyson animal (dunt look like NO ANIMAL to us). She sez it sucks up a whole cat efurry time she uses it, but we is all still here so we dunt understand???

Toe Trimming at Forty Paws

Thank you to everyone who has introduced themselves to us!! We are so happy to make new friends and feel honored to be a part of the international cat blogosphere!!! We will add you all to our blog roll and visit you regularly!

Ack!! It's toe trimming weekend at the Forty Paws household. But only 34 paws get trimmed on toe trimming weekend. That's because Jenny the Formerly Feral cat is still mostly feral and can't be handled. And the 'ol Fart Bow only has 2 paws to trim 'cause he's declawed in front.
So we wait until Reno is sound asleep and then grab him and trim his toes first because otherwise he hides for a month if he knows it's toe trimming weekend. After Reno is trimmed, then the other eight can be done in short order.

Gatsbi's Peculiar Aristocratic Title

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Baroness Gatsbi the Lush of Goosnargh on the Carpet Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Gatsbi Bommit

Hey, I'm Gatsbi. Yep. That's with an "i". I was named 'for they figred out I wuz a girl. I bommited in Maw's bathroom at 6 this am and woke my Maw up. Then I lay down in it. Maw sed it was gud dat it was on the vinyl. She sed it ok.

I was bored wid a problem. The bet sez its ether a spinal cord jury or a brane illness. So I haz problems walkin and my hed bobs up n down when I eat and wen I try to take a bath.

I don't like cats. I growl at dem. All the time. I really don't like Dorf. I really don't like Smokey. I really don't like G.T.

Maw & Paw fostered me and my brudders and sisters. Maw & Paw kept me cuz I is special. I caint jump too hi and I dunt have no brakes.

I don't like cats.

The 'ol Fart

I'm Bow, the ol' fart of the pack. I've told Maw and told her "NO MORE STINKING CATS!!" But it doesn't work. She brought Jenny home after Munchkin crossed over, and let me tell you, that girl has Isshues. Then mom started fostering and it went down hill from there.
I have eosiniphilic gastritis and enteritis so Maw sticks pills down my throat everyday. Used to be every three days, but since I'm getting on in years I need my pills more. I run from my Maw. I hide under the bed and under the table and behind the furniture, but she finds me. I always get stinky goodies after my pills, but I still don't like taking them. But Maw doesn't like me puking 3 times a day when I don't take my pills.
Anyway, I like the temperature right around 85 year round. Which doesn't happen much in Texas. So, Maw got me this really cool heated bed that I sleep in when the temp doesn't appeal to me.
We used to be an indoor/outdoor domain here until Davy got killed by freaks, then we had to stay indoors all the time. But Paw built us this cool cat cage on our house and we have a cat flap in the window, so we can go out and sit in the cat cage. G.T. can even catch birds that are STOOPID enuf to get in the cage. Then he brings them in the house and Maw freaks out. I just sit back and laf.
Well, I better go hide. Talk to ya later.

Welcome to Forty Paws

I'm Dorfington Fish Stanley. Dorf for short. I live with my blood brother and 8 other crazy felines. This is a really stupid picture of me in my onesie and my E-collar after having Silvadene cream rubbed on my capillary vasculitis eruption on my belly. Very long story. Silvadene cream tastes really great and G.T. (my brother) and I love to lick it off my belly so I have to wear this onesie until the cream soaks in.
So all you cats out there, listen up. If your vet tells you that you have Feline Odontoclastic Resorptive Lesions and need to have some teeth extracted, run VERY FAST. They caught me and pulled 10 of my teeth. Which means I only have 20 left!!! Pullleeezzzzzeeee. And they pulled my upper canine, so my lip gets stuck on my gums and it looks like I have a hairlip.
I also have a severe attitude, which probably comes from the fact that I had these 10 bad teeth for several years and no one knew!!! So, I would pick on the fosters and chase them around the house and make them wet themselves. Which is easy for Obi to do because he's a real eunich, but that's another very long story.
So I've been on kitty Prozac and anti-anxiety meds and other craziness which only increases my attitude. Then I decided I needed to go to the bathroom on my mom's Bunco team member's purse. That's when it really hit the fan around here!!!

Well, we are totally new to this blogging lifestyle, so hang in there with us while we figure out what it's all about.