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Cats, their roots.
It has been associated with humans for at least 9,500 years. It can be trained to obey simple commands. Individual cats have also been known to learn on their own to manipulate simple mechanisms, such as doorknobs. Cats use a variety of vocalizations and types of body language for communication, including meowing, purring, hissing, growling, squeaking, chirping, clicking, and grunting. Cats have been kept by humans since at least ancient Egypt, where Bast in cat form was goddess of the home, the domesticated cat, protector of the fields and home from vermin infestations, and sometimes took on the warlike aspect of a lioness. The first domesticated cats may have saved early Egyptians from many rodent infestations and likewise, Bast developed from the adoration for her feline companions. She was the daughter of the sun god Ra and played significant role in Ancient Egyptian religion. It has been speculated that cats resident in Kenya's Islands in the Lamu Archipelago may be the last living direct descendants of the cats of ancient Egypt.[73]
Several ancient religions believed that cats are exalted souls, companions or guides for humans, that they are all-knowing but are mute so they cannot influence decisions made by humans. In Japan, the Maneki Neko is a cat that is a symbol of "good fortune". While in Islam there is not a sacred species, it is said by some writers that Muhammad had a favorite cat, Muezza.[74] It is said he loved cats so much that "he would do without his cloak rather than disturb one that was sleeping on it".[75]
Freyja — the goddess of love, beauty, and fertility in Norse mythology — is depicted as riding a chariot driven by cats.[citation needed]
There are also negative superstitions about cats in many cultures. An example would be the belief that a black cat "crossing your path" leads to bad luck, or that cats are witches' familiars used to augment a witch's powers and skills. This belief led to the widespread extermination of cats in Europe in medieval times. Killing the cats aggravated epidemics of the Black Plague in places where there were not enough cats left to keep rat populations down. The plague was spread by fleas carried by infected rats.
An exaggerated fear of cats is known as ailurophobia.
An Ancient Egyptian figurine of a cat, from the Louvre museum.
The History of cats' relationship with humans is as old as civilization and stretches back over 9,500 years. Cats have figured in the history of many nations, are the subject of legend and are a favorite subject of artists and writers.
The exact history of human interaction with cats is still somewhat vague. However, a gravesite discovered in 1983 in Cyprus , dating to 7500 BC, during the Neolithic period, contains the skeletons of a ceremonially buried human and a type of young cat. Since cats are not native to Cyprus, this suggests that cats were domesticated (or just tamed) at least this early.
Vikings used cats as rat catchers and companions.
An Ancient Egyptian figurine of a cat, from the Louvre museum.
The History of cats' relationship with humans is as old as civilization and stretches back over 9,500 years. Cats have figured in the history of many nations, are the subject of legend and are a favorite subject of artists and writers.
The exact history of human interaction with cats is still somewhat vague. However, a gravesite discovered in 1983 in Cyprus , dating to 7500 BC, during the Neolithic period, contains the skeletons of a ceremonially buried human and a type of young cat. Since cats are not native to Cyprus, this suggests that cats were domesticated (or just tamed) at least this early.
Vikings used cats as rat catchers and companions.
Contents
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1 Ancient Egypt
2 Middle Ages
3 Renaissance
4 Europe
5 Japan
6 Other
7 See also
8 Notes
9 References
[edit]Ancient Egypt
Main article: Cats in ancient Egypt
Cats, known in ancient Egypt as the miw, played a large role in ancient Egyptian society. Beginning as a wild, untamed species, cats were useful for keeping down vermin populations in the Egyptians' crops and harvests; through exposure to humans, the cat population became domesticated over time and learned to coexist with the human population.
[edit]Middle Ages
Since many equated the Black Death with God's wrath against sin, and that cats were often considered in league with the Devil thanks to their aloof and independent nature, cats were killed en masse. Had this bias toward cats not existed, local rodent populations could have been kept down, lessening the spread of plague-infected fleas from host to host.
A medieval King of Wales, Hywel Dda (the Good) passed legislation making it illegal to kill or harm a cat.
[edit]Renaissance
In the Renaissance, cats were often thought to be witches' familiars (for example, Greymalkin, the first witch's familiar in Macbeth's famous opening scene), and during festivities were sometimes burnt alive or thrown off tall buildings.
[edit]Europe
Cats in the Garden, by Mao Yi, 12th century; cats that were favored pets during the Chinese Song Dynasty were long-haired cats for catching rats and cats with yellow-and-white fur called 'lion-cats', who were valued simply as cute pets.[1][2] Cats could be pampered with items bought from the market such as 'cat-nests', and were often fed fish that were advertised in the market specifically for cats.[1][2]
Folklore dating back to as early as 1607 tells that a cat will suffocate a newborn infant by putting its nose to the child's mouth, sucking the breath out of the infant. A jury in England once found that a child had died from a cat sucking the breath out of him: this conclusion was probably reached because of the widespread acceptance of the tale. Many explanations are given to attempt to support it, the most common of which is jealousy from the cat towards the infant, as a result of the level of attention that the infant receives. Another explanation advanced is that the smell of milk from the infant's mouth attracts the cat to do so. However, it has been shown that, unless the cat is raised on milk, the cat prefers water.
Today some people still believe that black cats are unlucky or that it is unlucky if a black cat crosses one's path, while others believe that black cats are lucky. It is common lore that cats have nine lives. It is a tribute to their perceived durability, their occasional apparent lack of instinct for self-preservation, and their seeming ability to survive falls that would be fatal to other animals.
[edit]Japan
In Japan, there is the Maneki Neko, also referred to in English as the "good fortune" or "good luck" cat. It is usually a sitting cat with paw raised and bent. Legend in Japan has it that a cat waved a sword at a Japanese landlord, who was intrigued by this gesture and went towards it. A few seconds later a lightning bolt struck where the landlord had been previously standing. The landlord attributed his good fortune to the cat's fortuitous action. A symbol of good luck hence, it is most often seen in businesses to draw in money. In Japan, the flapping of the hand is a "come here" gesture, so the cat is beckoning customers.
Another Japanese Legend with cats is from Nekomata, when a cat has 10 years of life, it grows another tail and can stand up and speak in a human language.
[edit]Other
Muezza (Arabic: مویزا) was the Prophet Muhammad's favorite cat. The most famous story about Muezza recounts how the call to prayer was given, and as Muhammad went to put on one of his robes, he found his cat sleeping on one of the sleeves. Instead of disturbing the cat he cut off the sleeve and let him sleep. When Muhammad returned Muezza awoke and bowed down to him, and in return Muhammad stroked him three times.[3]
In Celtic Mythology, a Cait Sith is a fairy cat, cait being cat and sith or sidhe (both pronounced shee) being fairy.
Several ancient religions believed that cats are exalted souls, companions or guides for humans, that they are all-knowing but are mute so they cannot influence decisions made by humans. In Japan, the Maneki Neko is a cat that is a symbol of "good fortune". While in Islam there is not a sacred species, it is said by some writers that Muhammad had a favorite cat, Muezza.[74] It is said he loved cats so much that "he would do without his cloak rather than disturb one that was sleeping on it".[75]
Freyja — the goddess of love, beauty, and fertility in Norse mythology — is depicted as riding a chariot driven by cats.[citation needed]
There are also negative superstitions about cats in many cultures. An example would be the belief that a black cat "crossing your path" leads to bad luck, or that cats are witches' familiars used to augment a witch's powers and skills. This belief led to the widespread extermination of cats in Europe in medieval times. Killing the cats aggravated epidemics of the Black Plague in places where there were not enough cats left to keep rat populations down. The plague was spread by fleas carried by infected rats.
An exaggerated fear of cats is known as ailurophobia.
An Ancient Egyptian figurine of a cat, from the Louvre museum.
The History of cats' relationship with humans is as old as civilization and stretches back over 9,500 years. Cats have figured in the history of many nations, are the subject of legend and are a favorite subject of artists and writers.
The exact history of human interaction with cats is still somewhat vague. However, a gravesite discovered in 1983 in Cyprus , dating to 7500 BC, during the Neolithic period, contains the skeletons of a ceremonially buried human and a type of young cat. Since cats are not native to Cyprus, this suggests that cats were domesticated (or just tamed) at least this early.
Vikings used cats as rat catchers and companions.
An Ancient Egyptian figurine of a cat, from the Louvre museum.
The History of cats' relationship with humans is as old as civilization and stretches back over 9,500 years. Cats have figured in the history of many nations, are the subject of legend and are a favorite subject of artists and writers.
The exact history of human interaction with cats is still somewhat vague. However, a gravesite discovered in 1983 in Cyprus , dating to 7500 BC, during the Neolithic period, contains the skeletons of a ceremonially buried human and a type of young cat. Since cats are not native to Cyprus, this suggests that cats were domesticated (or just tamed) at least this early.
Vikings used cats as rat catchers and companions.
Contents
[hide]
1 Ancient Egypt
2 Middle Ages
3 Renaissance
4 Europe
5 Japan
6 Other
7 See also
8 Notes
9 References
[edit]Ancient Egypt
Main article: Cats in ancient Egypt
Cats, known in ancient Egypt as the miw, played a large role in ancient Egyptian society. Beginning as a wild, untamed species, cats were useful for keeping down vermin populations in the Egyptians' crops and harvests; through exposure to humans, the cat population became domesticated over time and learned to coexist with the human population.
[edit]Middle Ages
Since many equated the Black Death with God's wrath against sin, and that cats were often considered in league with the Devil thanks to their aloof and independent nature, cats were killed en masse. Had this bias toward cats not existed, local rodent populations could have been kept down, lessening the spread of plague-infected fleas from host to host.
A medieval King of Wales, Hywel Dda (the Good) passed legislation making it illegal to kill or harm a cat.
[edit]Renaissance
In the Renaissance, cats were often thought to be witches' familiars (for example, Greymalkin, the first witch's familiar in Macbeth's famous opening scene), and during festivities were sometimes burnt alive or thrown off tall buildings.
[edit]Europe
Cats in the Garden, by Mao Yi, 12th century; cats that were favored pets during the Chinese Song Dynasty were long-haired cats for catching rats and cats with yellow-and-white fur called 'lion-cats', who were valued simply as cute pets.[1][2] Cats could be pampered with items bought from the market such as 'cat-nests', and were often fed fish that were advertised in the market specifically for cats.[1][2]
Folklore dating back to as early as 1607 tells that a cat will suffocate a newborn infant by putting its nose to the child's mouth, sucking the breath out of the infant. A jury in England once found that a child had died from a cat sucking the breath out of him: this conclusion was probably reached because of the widespread acceptance of the tale. Many explanations are given to attempt to support it, the most common of which is jealousy from the cat towards the infant, as a result of the level of attention that the infant receives. Another explanation advanced is that the smell of milk from the infant's mouth attracts the cat to do so. However, it has been shown that, unless the cat is raised on milk, the cat prefers water.
Today some people still believe that black cats are unlucky or that it is unlucky if a black cat crosses one's path, while others believe that black cats are lucky. It is common lore that cats have nine lives. It is a tribute to their perceived durability, their occasional apparent lack of instinct for self-preservation, and their seeming ability to survive falls that would be fatal to other animals.
[edit]Japan
In Japan, there is the Maneki Neko, also referred to in English as the "good fortune" or "good luck" cat. It is usually a sitting cat with paw raised and bent. Legend in Japan has it that a cat waved a sword at a Japanese landlord, who was intrigued by this gesture and went towards it. A few seconds later a lightning bolt struck where the landlord had been previously standing. The landlord attributed his good fortune to the cat's fortuitous action. A symbol of good luck hence, it is most often seen in businesses to draw in money. In Japan, the flapping of the hand is a "come here" gesture, so the cat is beckoning customers.
Another Japanese Legend with cats is from Nekomata, when a cat has 10 years of life, it grows another tail and can stand up and speak in a human language.
[edit]Other
Muezza (Arabic: مویزا) was the Prophet Muhammad's favorite cat. The most famous story about Muezza recounts how the call to prayer was given, and as Muhammad went to put on one of his robes, he found his cat sleeping on one of the sleeves. Instead of disturbing the cat he cut off the sleeve and let him sleep. When Muhammad returned Muezza awoke and bowed down to him, and in return Muhammad stroked him three times.[3]
In Celtic Mythology, a Cait Sith is a fairy cat, cait being cat and sith or sidhe (both pronounced shee) being fairy.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Random
I Loove cats.
You know cats ar equite amazing i mean we don't even know what goes on in their cute little heads.
The American cat population reached nearly 68 million in 1996. American Demographics magazine estimates that's about 200 million kitty yawns per hour and a whopping 425 million catnaps each day!
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'Adventure Cat' Caught by Catch of the Day?
by Patti Schroeder
This is the story of the night my ten-year-old cat, Rudy, got his head stuck in the garbage disposal. I knew at the time that the experience would be funny if the cat survived, so let me tell you right up front that he's fine. Getting him out wasn't easy, though, and the process included numerous home remedies, a plumber, two cops, an emergency overnight veterinary clinic, a case of mistaken identity, five hours of panic, and fifteen minutes of fame.
First, some background. My husband, Rich, and I had just returned from a five-day spring-break vacation in the Cayman Islands, where I had been sick as a dog the whole time, trying to convince myself that if I had to feel lousy, it was better to do it in paradise. We had arrived home at 9 p.m., a day and a half later than we had planned because of airline problems. I still had illness-related vertigo, and because of the flight delays, had not been able to prepare the class I was supposed to teach at 8:40 the next morning. I sat down at my desk to think about William Carlos Williams, and around ten o'clock I heard Rich hollering something undecipherable from the kitchen.
As I raced out to see what was wrong, I saw Rich frantically rooting around under the kitchen sink and Rudy, or rather, Rudy's headless body scrambling around in the sink, his claws clicking in panic on the metal. Rich had just ground up the skin of some smoked salmon in the garbage disposal, and when he left the room, Rudy (whom we always did call a pinhead) had gone in after it.
It is very disturbing to see the headless body of your cat in the sink. This is an animal that I have slept with nightly for ten years, who burrows under the covers and purrs against my side, and who now looked like a desperate, fur-covered turkey carcass, set to defrost in the sink while it's still alive and kicking. It was also disturbing to see Rich, Mr. Calm-in-an-Emergency, at his wits end, trying to soothe Rudy, trying to undo the garbage disposal, failing at both, and basically freaking out. Adding to the chaos was Rudy's twin brother Lowell, also upset, racing around in circles, jumping onto the kitchen counter and alternately licking Rudy's butt for comfort and biting it out of fear. Clearly, I had to do something.
First we tried to ease Rudy out of the disposal by lubricating his head and neck. We tried Johnson's baby shampoo (kept on hand for my nieces visits) and butter-flavored Crisco: both failed, and a now-greasy Rudy kept struggling. Rich then decided to take apart the garbage disposal, which was a good idea, but he couldn't do it. Turns out, the thing is constructed like a metal onion: you peel off one layer and another one appears, with Rudy's head still buried deep inside, stuck in a hard plastic collar. My job during this process was to sit on the kitchen counter petting Rudy, trying to calm him, with the room spinning (vertigo), Lowell howling (he's part Siamese), and Rich clattering around with tools.
When all our efforts failed, we sought professional help. I called our regular plumber, who actually called me back quickly, even at 11 o'clock at night (thanks, Dave). He talked Rich through further layers of disposal dismantling, but still we couldn't reach Rudy. I called the 1-800 number for Insinkerator (no response), a pest removal service that advertises 24-hour service (no response), an all-night emergency veterinary clinic (who had no experience in this matter, and so, no advice), and finally, in desperation, 911. I could see that Rudy's normally pink paw pads were turning blue. The fire department, I figured, gets cats out of trees; maybe they could get one out of a garbage disposal.
The dispatcher had other ideas and offered to send over two policemen. This suggestion gave me pause. I'm from the sixties, and even if I am currently a fine upstanding citizen, I had never considered calling the cops and asking them to come to my house, on purpose. I resisted the suggestion, but the dispatcher was adamant: "They'll help you out," he said. The cops arrived close to midnight and turned out to be quite nice. More importantly, they were also able to think rationally, which we were not. They were, of course, quite astonished by the situation: "I've never seen anything like this," Officer Mike kept saying. (The unusual circumstances helped us get quickly on a first-name basis with our cops.) Officer Tom expressed immediate sympathy for our plight. "I have had cats all my life," he said, comfortingly.
Also he had an idea. Evidently we needed a certain tool, a tiny, circular rotating saw that could cut through the heavy plastic flange encircling Rudy's neck without hurting Rudy, and Officer Tom happened to own one. "I live just five minutes from here," he said; "I'll go get it." He soon returned, and the three of them, Rich and the two policemen got under the sink together to cut through the garbage disposal. I sat on the counter, holding Rudy and trying not to succumb to the surreal-ness of the scene, with the weird middle-of-the-night lighting, the rooms occasional spinning, Lowell's spooky sound effects, an apparently headless cat in my sink and six disembodied legs poking out from under it. One good thing came of this: the guys did manage to get the bottom off the disposal, so we could now see Rudy's face and knew he could breathe. But they couldn't cut the flange without risking the cat.
Stumped, Officer Tom had another idea. "You know," he said, "I think the reason we can't get him out is the angle of his head and body. If we could just get the sink out and lay it on its side, I'll bet we could slip him out." That sounded like a good idea at this point, ANYTHING would have sounded like a good idea and as it turned out, Officer Mike runs a plumbing business on weekends; he knew how to take out the sink! Again they went to work, the three pairs of legs sticking out from under the sink surrounded by an ever-increasing pile of tools and sink parts. They cut the electrical supply, capped off the plumbing lines, unfastened the metal clamps, unscrewed all the pipes, and about an hour later, voila! The sink was lifted gently out of the countertop, with one guy holding the garbage disposal (which contained Rudy's head) up close to the sink (which contained Rudy's body). We laid the sink on its side, but even at this more favorable removal angle, Rudy stayed stuck. Officer Tom's radio beeped, calling him away on some kind of real police business. As he was leaving, though, he had another good idea: "You know," he said, "I don't think we can get him out while he's struggling so much. We need to get the cat sedated. If he were limp, we could slide him out."
And off he went, regretfully, a cat lover still worried about Rudy. The remaining three of us decided that getting Rudy sedated was a good idea, but Rich and I were new to the area. We knew that the overnight emergency veterinary clinic was only a few minutes away, but we didn't know exactly how to get there. "I know where it is!" declared Officer Mike. "Follow me!" So Mike got into his patrol car, Rich got into the drivers seat of our car, and I got into the back, carrying the kitchen sink, what was left of the garbage disposal, and Rudy. It was now about 2 a.m. We followed Officer Mike for a few blocks when I decided to put my hand into the garbage disposal to pet Rudy's face, hoping I could comfort him. Instead, my sweet, gentle bedfellow chomped down on my finger, hard, really hard and wouldn't let go. My scream reflex kicked into gear, and I couldn't stop the noise. Rich slammed on the breaks, hollering "What? What happened? Should I stop?" checking us out in the rear view mirror. "No," I managed to get out between screams, "just keep driving. Rudy's biting me, but we've got to get to the vet. Just go!"
Rich turned his attention back to the road, where Officer Mike took a turn we hadn't expected, and we followed. After a few minutes Rudy let go, and as I stopped screaming, I looked up to discover that we were wandering aimlessly through an industrial park, in and out of empty parking lots, past little streets that didn't look at all familiar. "Where's he taking us?" I asked. "We should have been there ten minutes ago!" Rich was as mystified as I was, but all we knew to do was follow the police car until, finally, he pulled into a church parking lot and we pulled up next to him. As Rich rolled down the window to ask, Mike, "where are we going?" The cop, who was not Mike, rolled down his window and asked, "Why are you following me?"
Once Rich and I recovered from our shock at having tailed the wrong cop car and the policeman from his pique at being stalked, led us quickly to the emergency vet, where Mike greeted us by holding open the door, exclaiming, "Where were you guys???" It was lucky that Mike got to the vet's ahead of us, because we hadn't thought to call and warn them about what was coming. (Clearly, by this time we weren't really thinking at all.) We brought in the kitchen sink containing Rudy and the garbage disposal containing his head, and the clinic staff was ready. They took his temperature (which was down 10 degrees) and his oxygen level (which was half of normal), and the vet declared: "This cat is in serious shock. We've got to sedate him and get him out of there immediately."
When I asked if it was OK to sedate a cat in shock, the vet said grimly, "We don't have a choice." With that, he injected the cat; Rudy went limp; and the vet squeezed about half a tube of K-Y jelly onto the cat's neck and pulled him free. Then the whole team jumped into code blue mode. (I know this from watching a lot of ER) They laid Rudy on a cart, where one person hooked up IV fluids, another put little socks on his paws ("You'd be amazed how much heat they lose through their pads," she said), one covered him with hot water bottles and a blanket, and another took a blow-dryer to warm up Rudy's now very gunky head. The fur on his head dried in stiff little spikes, making him look rather pathetically punk as he lay there, limp and motionless.
At this point they sent Rich, Mike, and me to sit in the waiting room while they tried to bring Rudy back to life. I told Mike he didn't have to stay, but he just stood there, shaking his head. "I've never seen anything like this," he said again. At about 3 am, the vet came in to tell us that the prognosis was good for a full recovery. They needed to keep Rudy overnight to re-hydrate him and give him something for the brain swelling they assumed he had, but if all went well, we could take him home the following night. Just in time to hear the good news, Officer Tom rushed in, finished with his real police work and concerned about Rudy. I figured that once this ordeal was over and Rudy was home safely, I would have to re-think my position on the police. Rich and I got back home about 3:30. We hadn't unpacked from our trip, I was still intermittently dizzy, and I still hadn't prepared my 8:40 class. "I need a vacation," I said, and while I called the office to leave a message canceling my class, Rich made us a pitcher of martinis.
I slept late the next day and then badgered the vet about Rudy's condition until he said that Rudy could come home later that day. I was working on the suitcases when the phone rang. "Hi, this is Steve Huskey from the Norristown Times-Herald," a voice told me. "Listen, I was just going through the police blotter from last night. Mostly it's the usual stuff: Breaking and entering, petty theft but there's this one item. Um, do you have a cat?" So I told Steve the whole story, which interested him. A couple hours later he called back to say that his editor was interested, too; did I have a picture of Rudy? The next day Rudy was front-page news, under the ridiculous headline Catch of the Day Lands Cat in Hot Water.
There were some noteworthy repercussions to the newspaper article. Mr. Huskey had somehow inferred that I called 911 because I thought Rich, my husband, was going into shock, although how he concluded this from my comment that his pads were turning blue, I don't quite understand. So the first thing I had to do was call Rich at work. Rich, who had worked tirelessly to free Rudy-and swear that I had been misquoted. When I arrived at work myself, I was famous; people had been calling my secretary all morning to inquire about Rudy's health. When I called our regular vet (whom I had met only once) to make a follow-up appointment for Rudy, the receptionist asked, "Is this the famous Rudy's mother?" When I brought my car in for routine maintenance a few days later, Dave, my mechanic, said, "We read about your cat. Is he OK?" When I called a tree surgeon about my dying red oak, he asked if I knew the person on that street whose cat had been in the garbage disposal. And when I went to get my hair cut, the shampoo person told me the funny story her grandma had read in the paper, about a cat that got stuck in the garbage disposal. Even today, over a year later, people ask about Rudy, whom a 9-year-old neighbor had always called the Adventure Cat because he used to climb on the roof of her house and peer in the second-story window at her.
I don't know what the moral of this story is, but I do know that this adventure cost me $1100 in emergency vet bills, follow-up vet care, new sink, new plumbing, new electrical wiring, and new garbage disposal, one with a cover. The vet can no longer say he's seen everything but the kitchen sink. I wanted to thank Officers Tom and Mike by giving them gift certificates to the local hardware store, but was told that they couldn't accept gifts, that I would put them in a bad position if I tried. So I wrote a letter to the Police Chief praising their good deeds and sent individual thank-you notes to Tom and Mike, complete with pictures of Rudy, so they could see what he looks like with his head on.
And Rudy, whom we originally got for free (or so we thought), still sleeps with me under the covers on cold nights and unaccountably, he still sometimes prowls the sink, hoping for fish...
The Cat
Dwight Nelson recently told a true story about the pastor of his church.
He had a kitten that climbed up a tree in his backyard and then was afraid to come down. The pastor coaxed, offered warm milk, etc. The kitty would not come down. The tree was not sturdy enough to climb, so the pastor decided that if he tied a rope to his car and drove away so that the tree bent down, he could then reach up and get the kitten. He did all this, checking his progress in the car frequently, then figured if he went just a little bit further, the tree would be bent sufficiently for him to reach the kitten. But as he moved a little further forward, the rope broke. The tree went "boing!" and the kitten instantly sailed through the air - out of sight.
The pastor felt terrible. He walked all over the neighborhood asking people if they'd seen a little kitten. No. Nobody had seen a stray kitten. So he prayed, "Lord, I just commit this kitten to your keeping," and went on about his business. A few days later he was at the grocery store and met one of his church members. He happened to look into her shopping cart and was amazed to see cat food. Now this woman was a cat hater and everyone knew it, so he asked her, "Why are you buying cat food when you hate cats so much?" She replied, "You won't believe this," and told him how her little girl had been begging her for a cat, but she kept refusing. Then a few days before, the child had begged again, so the Mom finally told her little girl, "Well if God gives you a cat, I'll let you keep it?" (Can you see where this is heading?)
She told the pastor, "I watched my child go out in the yard, get on her knees, and ask God for a cat. And really, Pastor, you won't believe this, but I saw it with my own eyes. A kitten suddenly came flying out of the blue sky, with its paws outspread, and landed right in front of her." Never underestimate the Power of God and what may appear to be breaking on one end, is answering prayer on another.
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Another Fabienne Cat Story
Dear Eve, I’m glad you liked my story about Banjul…… he was indeed an amazing cat. And I was lucky to have had him. A few years later a new set of paws came in to fill his place in the form of a black and white stray I got from a rescue centre in Paris when I used to live there a few years ago. And this chap is called Guy……in French it’s pronounced Gi – so he’s called Gigi….. In 2001 I moved to Marseille in the South of France and Guy “Gi” had up until then always been alone…..he was about 2 when I moved to Marseille and I could tell that stuck in a flat all day alone he was getting a bit bored…..it’s not fair to have cats in apartments at the best of times so I thought the best thing I could do was to get him a little brother to play with. So I went to the SPA “Société Protectrice des Animaux” French Animal Welfare Association and there I found a little skinny, not particularly beautiful, big eared black cat which ended up being Emily, so not a brother but a sister for Gi. They stayed with me in Marseille tearing around the flat at top speeds all day and all night until a couple of years ago when my parents moved to the South West of France from England (where Banjul’s remains were re-buried). There my parents have a lovely big house in the country surrounded by acres of land. They inherited a 20 year old Siamese cat who came with the house, called Wicky. The previous owners didn’t want to traumatise her by moving her to their new place and taking her away from the place she’d been born in. By the time my parents moved to the South West of France I wasn’t sure if I was going to stay in Marseille or not – the possibility of moving to Bruxelles was an option and then I thought there was no way I could take Gi and Emily and but them together in a tiny flat in Bruxelles……….So, the inevitable happened and they were taken to my parents where Gi (who up until then had always been a flat cat, all his life) took to the great outdoors and is now outside catching mice and alike all day and all night – he’s turned into a total farm cat and has grown like nobody’s business. He always comes in in the morning and sits on my mother’s newspaper while she’s having her tea…..he eats a bit and is off again outside whatever the weather…….Emily enjoys racing up and down the big corridors and skidding on the carpets and she only goes outside to sit on the terrace when the sun is out. The lady of the house i.e. Wicky was quite shocked and put out to find all these young thugs racing around her house and territory but she never took any nonsense and although Gi is twice as big as her, with one stare she could fix him right into place and he wouldn’t move. Both Emily and Gi respected her enormously……oh and Bahga………Bagha is the fourth cat, a Bengal cat who is absolutely gorgeous and real gentlemen…….but that’s another story. Wicky died recently at the age of 23! She just got up one day went outside and never came back. We searched everywhere for her but never found her. That’s of course what cats do when they go to die. At least she could die in peace at home. I must get back to work. Speak to you soon. Fabienne
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'Adventure Cat' Caught by Catch of the Day?
by Patti Schroeder
This is the story of the night my ten-year-old cat, Rudy, got his head stuck in the garbage disposal. I knew at the time that the experience would be funny if the cat survived, so let me tell you right up front that he's fine. Getting him out wasn't easy, though, and the process included numerous home remedies, a plumber, two cops, an emergency overnight veterinary clinic, a case of mistaken identity, five hours of panic, and fifteen minutes of fame.
First, some background. My husband, Rich, and I had just returned from a five-day spring-break vacation in the Cayman Islands, where I had been sick as a dog the whole time, trying to convince myself that if I had to feel lousy, it was better to do it in paradise. We had arrived home at 9 p.m., a day and a half later than we had planned because of airline problems. I still had illness-related vertigo, and because of the flight delays, had not been able to prepare the class I was supposed to teach at 8:40 the next morning. I sat down at my desk to think about William Carlos Williams, and around ten o'clock I heard Rich hollering something undecipherable from the kitchen.
As I raced out to see what was wrong, I saw Rich frantically rooting around under the kitchen sink and Rudy, or rather, Rudy's headless body scrambling around in the sink, his claws clicking in panic on the metal. Rich had just ground up the skin of some smoked salmon in the garbage disposal, and when he left the room, Rudy (whom we always did call a pinhead) had gone in after it.
It is very disturbing to see the headless body of your cat in the sink. This is an animal that I have slept with nightly for ten years, who burrows under the covers and purrs against my side, and who now looked like a desperate, fur-covered turkey carcass, set to defrost in the sink while it's still alive and kicking. It was also disturbing to see Rich, Mr. Calm-in-an-Emergency, at his wits end, trying to soothe Rudy, trying to undo the garbage disposal, failing at both, and basically freaking out. Adding to the chaos was Rudy's twin brother Lowell, also upset, racing around in circles, jumping onto the kitchen counter and alternately licking Rudy's butt for comfort and biting it out of fear. Clearly, I had to do something.
First we tried to ease Rudy out of the disposal by lubricating his head and neck. We tried Johnson's baby shampoo (kept on hand for my nieces visits) and butter-flavored Crisco: both failed, and a now-greasy Rudy kept struggling. Rich then decided to take apart the garbage disposal, which was a good idea, but he couldn't do it. Turns out, the thing is constructed like a metal onion: you peel off one layer and another one appears, with Rudy's head still buried deep inside, stuck in a hard plastic collar. My job during this process was to sit on the kitchen counter petting Rudy, trying to calm him, with the room spinning (vertigo), Lowell howling (he's part Siamese), and Rich clattering around with tools.
When all our efforts failed, we sought professional help. I called our regular plumber, who actually called me back quickly, even at 11 o'clock at night (thanks, Dave). He talked Rich through further layers of disposal dismantling, but still we couldn't reach Rudy. I called the 1-800 number for Insinkerator (no response), a pest removal service that advertises 24-hour service (no response), an all-night emergency veterinary clinic (who had no experience in this matter, and so, no advice), and finally, in desperation, 911. I could see that Rudy's normally pink paw pads were turning blue. The fire department, I figured, gets cats out of trees; maybe they could get one out of a garbage disposal.
The dispatcher had other ideas and offered to send over two policemen. This suggestion gave me pause. I'm from the sixties, and even if I am currently a fine upstanding citizen, I had never considered calling the cops and asking them to come to my house, on purpose. I resisted the suggestion, but the dispatcher was adamant: "They'll help you out," he said. The cops arrived close to midnight and turned out to be quite nice. More importantly, they were also able to think rationally, which we were not. They were, of course, quite astonished by the situation: "I've never seen anything like this," Officer Mike kept saying. (The unusual circumstances helped us get quickly on a first-name basis with our cops.) Officer Tom expressed immediate sympathy for our plight. "I have had cats all my life," he said, comfortingly.
Also he had an idea. Evidently we needed a certain tool, a tiny, circular rotating saw that could cut through the heavy plastic flange encircling Rudy's neck without hurting Rudy, and Officer Tom happened to own one. "I live just five minutes from here," he said; "I'll go get it." He soon returned, and the three of them, Rich and the two policemen got under the sink together to cut through the garbage disposal. I sat on the counter, holding Rudy and trying not to succumb to the surreal-ness of the scene, with the weird middle-of-the-night lighting, the rooms occasional spinning, Lowell's spooky sound effects, an apparently headless cat in my sink and six disembodied legs poking out from under it. One good thing came of this: the guys did manage to get the bottom off the disposal, so we could now see Rudy's face and knew he could breathe. But they couldn't cut the flange without risking the cat.
Stumped, Officer Tom had another idea. "You know," he said, "I think the reason we can't get him out is the angle of his head and body. If we could just get the sink out and lay it on its side, I'll bet we could slip him out." That sounded like a good idea at this point, ANYTHING would have sounded like a good idea and as it turned out, Officer Mike runs a plumbing business on weekends; he knew how to take out the sink! Again they went to work, the three pairs of legs sticking out from under the sink surrounded by an ever-increasing pile of tools and sink parts. They cut the electrical supply, capped off the plumbing lines, unfastened the metal clamps, unscrewed all the pipes, and about an hour later, voila! The sink was lifted gently out of the countertop, with one guy holding the garbage disposal (which contained Rudy's head) up close to the sink (which contained Rudy's body). We laid the sink on its side, but even at this more favorable removal angle, Rudy stayed stuck. Officer Tom's radio beeped, calling him away on some kind of real police business. As he was leaving, though, he had another good idea: "You know," he said, "I don't think we can get him out while he's struggling so much. We need to get the cat sedated. If he were limp, we could slide him out."
And off he went, regretfully, a cat lover still worried about Rudy. The remaining three of us decided that getting Rudy sedated was a good idea, but Rich and I were new to the area. We knew that the overnight emergency veterinary clinic was only a few minutes away, but we didn't know exactly how to get there. "I know where it is!" declared Officer Mike. "Follow me!" So Mike got into his patrol car, Rich got into the drivers seat of our car, and I got into the back, carrying the kitchen sink, what was left of the garbage disposal, and Rudy. It was now about 2 a.m. We followed Officer Mike for a few blocks when I decided to put my hand into the garbage disposal to pet Rudy's face, hoping I could comfort him. Instead, my sweet, gentle bedfellow chomped down on my finger, hard, really hard and wouldn't let go. My scream reflex kicked into gear, and I couldn't stop the noise. Rich slammed on the breaks, hollering "What? What happened? Should I stop?" checking us out in the rear view mirror. "No," I managed to get out between screams, "just keep driving. Rudy's biting me, but we've got to get to the vet. Just go!"
Rich turned his attention back to the road, where Officer Mike took a turn we hadn't expected, and we followed. After a few minutes Rudy let go, and as I stopped screaming, I looked up to discover that we were wandering aimlessly through an industrial park, in and out of empty parking lots, past little streets that didn't look at all familiar. "Where's he taking us?" I asked. "We should have been there ten minutes ago!" Rich was as mystified as I was, but all we knew to do was follow the police car until, finally, he pulled into a church parking lot and we pulled up next to him. As Rich rolled down the window to ask, Mike, "where are we going?" The cop, who was not Mike, rolled down his window and asked, "Why are you following me?"
Once Rich and I recovered from our shock at having tailed the wrong cop car and the policeman from his pique at being stalked, led us quickly to the emergency vet, where Mike greeted us by holding open the door, exclaiming, "Where were you guys???" It was lucky that Mike got to the vet's ahead of us, because we hadn't thought to call and warn them about what was coming. (Clearly, by this time we weren't really thinking at all.) We brought in the kitchen sink containing Rudy and the garbage disposal containing his head, and the clinic staff was ready. They took his temperature (which was down 10 degrees) and his oxygen level (which was half of normal), and the vet declared: "This cat is in serious shock. We've got to sedate him and get him out of there immediately."
When I asked if it was OK to sedate a cat in shock, the vet said grimly, "We don't have a choice." With that, he injected the cat; Rudy went limp; and the vet squeezed about half a tube of K-Y jelly onto the cat's neck and pulled him free. Then the whole team jumped into code blue mode. (I know this from watching a lot of ER) They laid Rudy on a cart, where one person hooked up IV fluids, another put little socks on his paws ("You'd be amazed how much heat they lose through their pads," she said), one covered him with hot water bottles and a blanket, and another took a blow-dryer to warm up Rudy's now very gunky head. The fur on his head dried in stiff little spikes, making him look rather pathetically punk as he lay there, limp and motionless.
At this point they sent Rich, Mike, and me to sit in the waiting room while they tried to bring Rudy back to life. I told Mike he didn't have to stay, but he just stood there, shaking his head. "I've never seen anything like this," he said again. At about 3 am, the vet came in to tell us that the prognosis was good for a full recovery. They needed to keep Rudy overnight to re-hydrate him and give him something for the brain swelling they assumed he had, but if all went well, we could take him home the following night. Just in time to hear the good news, Officer Tom rushed in, finished with his real police work and concerned about Rudy. I figured that once this ordeal was over and Rudy was home safely, I would have to re-think my position on the police. Rich and I got back home about 3:30. We hadn't unpacked from our trip, I was still intermittently dizzy, and I still hadn't prepared my 8:40 class. "I need a vacation," I said, and while I called the office to leave a message canceling my class, Rich made us a pitcher of martinis.
I slept late the next day and then badgered the vet about Rudy's condition until he said that Rudy could come home later that day. I was working on the suitcases when the phone rang. "Hi, this is Steve Huskey from the Norristown Times-Herald," a voice told me. "Listen, I was just going through the police blotter from last night. Mostly it's the usual stuff: Breaking and entering, petty theft but there's this one item. Um, do you have a cat?" So I told Steve the whole story, which interested him. A couple hours later he called back to say that his editor was interested, too; did I have a picture of Rudy? The next day Rudy was front-page news, under the ridiculous headline Catch of the Day Lands Cat in Hot Water.
There were some noteworthy repercussions to the newspaper article. Mr. Huskey had somehow inferred that I called 911 because I thought Rich, my husband, was going into shock, although how he concluded this from my comment that his pads were turning blue, I don't quite understand. So the first thing I had to do was call Rich at work. Rich, who had worked tirelessly to free Rudy-and swear that I had been misquoted. When I arrived at work myself, I was famous; people had been calling my secretary all morning to inquire about Rudy's health. When I called our regular vet (whom I had met only once) to make a follow-up appointment for Rudy, the receptionist asked, "Is this the famous Rudy's mother?" When I brought my car in for routine maintenance a few days later, Dave, my mechanic, said, "We read about your cat. Is he OK?" When I called a tree surgeon about my dying red oak, he asked if I knew the person on that street whose cat had been in the garbage disposal. And when I went to get my hair cut, the shampoo person told me the funny story her grandma had read in the paper, about a cat that got stuck in the garbage disposal. Even today, over a year later, people ask about Rudy, whom a 9-year-old neighbor had always called the Adventure Cat because he used to climb on the roof of her house and peer in the second-story window at her.
I don't know what the moral of this story is, but I do know that this adventure cost me $1100 in emergency vet bills, follow-up vet care, new sink, new plumbing, new electrical wiring, and new garbage disposal, one with a cover. The vet can no longer say he's seen everything but the kitchen sink. I wanted to thank Officers Tom and Mike by giving them gift certificates to the local hardware store, but was told that they couldn't accept gifts, that I would put them in a bad position if I tried. So I wrote a letter to the Police Chief praising their good deeds and sent individual thank-you notes to Tom and Mike, complete with pictures of Rudy, so they could see what he looks like with his head on.
And Rudy, whom we originally got for free (or so we thought), still sleeps with me under the covers on cold nights and unaccountably, he still sometimes prowls the sink, hoping for fish...
The Cat
Dwight Nelson recently told a true story about the pastor of his church.
He had a kitten that climbed up a tree in his backyard and then was afraid to come down. The pastor coaxed, offered warm milk, etc. The kitty would not come down. The tree was not sturdy enough to climb, so the pastor decided that if he tied a rope to his car and drove away so that the tree bent down, he could then reach up and get the kitten. He did all this, checking his progress in the car frequently, then figured if he went just a little bit further, the tree would be bent sufficiently for him to reach the kitten. But as he moved a little further forward, the rope broke. The tree went "boing!" and the kitten instantly sailed through the air - out of sight.
The pastor felt terrible. He walked all over the neighborhood asking people if they'd seen a little kitten. No. Nobody had seen a stray kitten. So he prayed, "Lord, I just commit this kitten to your keeping," and went on about his business. A few days later he was at the grocery store and met one of his church members. He happened to look into her shopping cart and was amazed to see cat food. Now this woman was a cat hater and everyone knew it, so he asked her, "Why are you buying cat food when you hate cats so much?" She replied, "You won't believe this," and told him how her little girl had been begging her for a cat, but she kept refusing. Then a few days before, the child had begged again, so the Mom finally told her little girl, "Well if God gives you a cat, I'll let you keep it?" (Can you see where this is heading?)
She told the pastor, "I watched my child go out in the yard, get on her knees, and ask God for a cat. And really, Pastor, you won't believe this, but I saw it with my own eyes. A kitten suddenly came flying out of the blue sky, with its paws outspread, and landed right in front of her." Never underestimate the Power of God and what may appear to be breaking on one end, is answering prayer on another.
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Dear Eve, I’m glad you liked my story about Banjul…… he was indeed an amazing cat. And I was lucky to have had him. A few years later a new set of paws came in to fill his place in the form of a black and white stray I got from a rescue centre in Paris when I used to live there a few years ago. And this chap is called Guy……in French it’s pronounced Gi – so he’s called Gigi….. In 2001 I moved to Marseille in the South of France and Guy “Gi” had up until then always been alone…..he was about 2 when I moved to Marseille and I could tell that stuck in a flat all day alone he was getting a bit bored…..it’s not fair to have cats in apartments at the best of times so I thought the best thing I could do was to get him a little brother to play with. So I went to the SPA “Société Protectrice des Animaux” French Animal Welfare Association and there I found a little skinny, not particularly beautiful, big eared black cat which ended up being Emily, so not a brother but a sister for Gi. They stayed with me in Marseille tearing around the flat at top speeds all day and all night until a couple of years ago when my parents moved to the South West of France from England (where Banjul’s remains were re-buried). There my parents have a lovely big house in the country surrounded by acres of land. They inherited a 20 year old Siamese cat who came with the house, called Wicky. The previous owners didn’t want to traumatise her by moving her to their new place and taking her away from the place she’d been born in. By the time my parents moved to the South West of France I wasn’t sure if I was going to stay in Marseille or not – the possibility of moving to Bruxelles was an option and then I thought there was no way I could take Gi and Emily and but them together in a tiny flat in Bruxelles……….So, the inevitable happened and they were taken to my parents where Gi (who up until then had always been a flat cat, all his life) took to the great outdoors and is now outside catching mice and alike all day and all night – he’s turned into a total farm cat and has grown like nobody’s business. He always comes in in the morning and sits on my mother’s newspaper while she’s having her tea…..he eats a bit and is off again outside whatever the weather…….Emily enjoys racing up and down the big corridors and skidding on the carpets and she only goes outside to sit on the terrace when the sun is out. The lady of the house i.e. Wicky was quite shocked and put out to find all these young thugs racing around her house and territory but she never took any nonsense and although Gi is twice as big as her, with one stare she could fix him right into place and he wouldn’t move. Both Emily and Gi respected her enormously……oh and Bahga………Bagha is the fourth cat, a Bengal cat who is absolutely gorgeous and real gentlemen…….but that’s another story. Wicky died recently at the age of 23! She just got up one day went outside and never came back. We searched everywhere for her but never found her. That’s of course what cats do when they go to die. At least she could die in peace at home. I must get back to work. Speak to you soon. Fabienne
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Cats do have nine lives, and here are nine that were almost lost.
A family cat in South Carolina that was stuck in a tree for eight days fell 80 feet to the ground, landed on its feet and then ran away uninjured.
Owners of Piper the cat said their pet scampered up the giant tree outside their Summerville home on March 13 and all efforts to coax it down were unsuccessful. Monday, the cat jumped from an 80-foot branch.
Home video of the fall showed the cat clipping a few branches and then landing on its feet and running away.
Local 6 News reported that Scottie Colvin was visibly shaken after the fall but was then thrilled her pet survived.
Home video of the fall showed the cat clipping a few branches and then landing on its feet and running away.
"I am scared to death, but at least she's down and she's running, so she's alive," Colvin said. "Thank you all for coming out."
A reporter asked, "When you saw her in the air what did you think?"
"I just wanted to catch her," Colvin said. "I know that's stupid because I probably would have gotten killed but I just wanted to catch her."
Piper was later found under a car after the 80-foot fall.
Colvin said the cat was checked out by a vet and has no injuries.
Watch Local 6 News for more on this story.
Cat survives traffic, 70-foot fall from bridge, 600-foot Columbia River swim
The Associated Press
WENATCHEE — A cat leaped from a pickup truck, scampered through bridge traffic, fell 70 feet into the chilly Columbia River and swam 600 feet to shore before being rescued, Wenatchee Valley Humane Society officials said.
The gray, longhair calico cat, which wore no collar or identification, "ate ravenously" at an animal shelter after the ordeal, Humane Society officer Jody White said.
"She's a nice kitty," White said Monday. "I just hope we can find out who she belongs to and get her back home or find her a new home."
Joi Singleton of East Wenatchee told The Wenatchee World she and her husband, Ron, were driving on U.S. 2 and U.S. 97 over the Odabashian Bridge on Sunday morning when they saw something come off a pickup a couple of car lengths ahead of them.
"We swerved out of the way and realized it was a cat," she said. "It got up and ran. People behind us swerved. It jumped the barrier to the other side of the highway and people there were swerving."
The full-sized white pickup kept going, Singleton said, and she and her husband were unable to get a license plate number before they got over the bridge. They exited the highway, then headed back across the bridge and stopped by the eastern end.
After walking onto the bridge and calling for the cat, they spotted it cowering in a small opening in a concrete barrier near the center of the span and called the Humane Society.
No sooner had two officers gotten the cat into a portable kennel than it jumped out "like a jack-in-the-box before we could secure the door" and leaped over the railing, White said.
"It was absolutely amazing, horrible but amazing, to see. It hit the water, went under, surfaced and was swimming like mad for all she was worth," she said.
White, her supervisor Rebecca Long and the Singletons ran to the end of the bridge and down the Apple Capital Recreation Loop Trail to the shore, where they cheered on the cat.
"Once it spun around in a current and we thought that was it," Singleton said. "Then this guy in a kayak came out of nowhere and started pushing it toward us. The officers got a noose around its neck and pulled it in."
No kitty, no die: Marley the cat survives 14-storey plunge
Susan Lazaruk , Canwest News Service
Published: Thursday, July 03, 2008
VANCOUVER - Marley the cat dropped 14 storeys out of a window of a high-rise and lived to meow about it.
It may have been nature that lured him out, and it was nature that cushioned his fall.
Angela Bester had left a window slightly ajar for her one-year-old Scottish Fold domestic cross she named after a favourite singer, Bob Marley, while she took an overnight trip to Whistler.
When she returned to her 14th storey condo, she froze.
"I saw the window and I knew instantly what had happened and I looked at the (uneaten) food and the water. In my heart, I knew he was gone," said the construction health and safety manager.
"I was completely devastated."
Fearing what lay below, her boyfriend, Jonathan Stevens, volunteered to go down to the ground-floor garden that doubles as a green roof for the parking lot.
He saw a flattened fern. Then he spotted Marley darting into the shrubbery.
Bester and their neighbours joined the search and after three hours, Marley finally emerged, still looking dazed and confused.
"He was hugging my boyfriend, he had his paws around his neck and he was not letting go," said Bester.
A trip to the vet gave him the all-clear.
"He's extremely affectionate like he's always been," said Bester.
She guessed Marley took the dive after being tempted by the birds that frequently fly nearby, and she plans to install a screen over the window.
"We figured it out, he fell 150 feet," said Bester.
The high perch may have saved him. Studies have shown 90 per cent of cats that have fallen up to 32 storeys have survived. Ironically, those falling from higher than six storeys are more likely to survive - and they suffer fewer injuries.
The theory is when cats reach full velocity, they relax and spread themselves out like a flying squirrel and land on their bellies, not their feet.
Another possible explanation is that cats that die in a fall from great heights are less likely to be brought to the vet.
Marley's free fall isn't even the local record.
Two cats survived a fall from a 21-storey apartment into bushes in August 1997, and a 10-month-old kitten lived after a 20-storey plummet from a Burnaby, B.C., building in July 1994
I purchased a new set of headphones at Best Buy. Mine died of natural causes. I am one of those people that cannot work out unless I am listening to something so it was imperative that I got a new set before my next workout. I thought I had it planned out perfectly. I would buy the headphones, run home, get my gym stuff and be ready to rock and roll!
I found a cool pair that I liked. I got them home. Everything was going as planned. I guess I never really noticed or thought about the fact that they were enclosed in this big thick plastic case. The kind that need to be opened with a phaser or a Jedi light saber. No big deal. I would just get the scissors out and I am ready to go. There were no scissors to be found.
So here we go… I ripped it with my hands, stomped it with my feet, tore it with my teeth, fed it to my dog, fed it to my cat, stabbed it, jabbed it, prayed over it and cursed it. It just smiled back at me laughing, still snugly encased in its plastic kryptonite home. Where is Superman when you need him? Finally in a fit of rage, I took a knife and wildly stabbed at. I completely missed it and impaled my hand. I screamed loudly and throw the package across the room. I heard my cat scream. I looked over and it had sliced off the end of her tail.
After I bandaged my hand, I picked up the cat and the headphones and headed for the vet. On the way to the vet I look at the headphones and they were still in their plastic case laughing at me. I decided that I would have the last laugh and tossed them onto the highway to face a gruesome end by tire squash.
I got my cats tail re-attached. I got my hand stitched and headed home. I was stopped at a red light and out of the corner of my eye I saw a homeless guy wearing my headphones and petting his cat. He was obviously smarter that I was!
I missed my workout……
Question to ponder? What is the point of these “kryptonite cases”? Medieval Chastity Belts were probably easier to break into. Somebody please tell me who invented it so I can send him or her my vet bill.
Curiosity killed the cat (ALMOST!)
Today my 4 month old kitten was exploring the apartment (as usual) and started playing in our roommate's mesh hamper. He got his head tangled up in the handles and started spinning around to get out, but it just made it tighter and he couldn't breathe. Thank goodness he made a howling noise and my boyfriend and I were here to hear him. We had to cut the handle to get him out because he had twisted it so tight! It was scary to say the least! Have any of you ever experienced something like this with your curious cat?
I once had an adult cat walk behind the television and get gangled in the cables. She appeared to panic, and she made loud, distressed noises, not screams or yowls, but something like that. Fortunately, I was in the room and was able to extricate her. She was so upset she hid under the couch. I managed to get her and I held her for about a half hour, until she decided to get off my lap.
It sounds like your kitten would have died if he weren't rescued. I don't know if my cat could have extricated herself. I am grateful that I was present when it happened, but I wonder if similar situations happened when no one was home.
Afterwards, I fixed the cables so that no cat could get tangled in them.
Thank God your kitten cried out and you were there to hear him and rescue him!
The idea of a cat proofer for your home is a good one.
Our baby Tortie once put her head inside a plastic bag and took off running. She hit a sliding-glass door hard.
Poor baby!
She was probably dizzy and sore but ok. However, a serious fear of plastic bags was born that day!!!
I later found out that many plastic bags are manufactured using certain animal by-products, which makes them smell irresistible to animals.
Pet-proofing a house is a great idea and should be on everyone's short list when adopting.
British beauty Kate Beckinsale almost didn't attend the Screen Actors Guild Awards on Sunday because her pet cat caught fire.
The actress was preparing for the awards ceremony on Sunday night when her cat, Clive, became engulfed in flames after burning himself on a candle.
But Beckinsale did eventually make it to the awards with husband Len Wiseman to present Alec Baldwin with his award for Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Comedy Series in "30 Rock."
She tells People.com, "Our cat caught fire on a candle. As I was getting ready, there was like 'whoosh' a fireball and he went up like a rocket.
"(The cat) is fine. He had no idea. It was awful"
I Almost Killed My Cat
Thursday, August 24, 2006
I did and it was horrible. I debated whether to post this or not but I figured it would perhaps raise awareness if nothing else.
Anyway, it began yesterday when I was taking my kids to the pool. We were running late and I grabbed a towel out of the dryer and flew out the door. When we got back I stuffed the clothes that were hanging out of the dryer back in and set it to tumble press to get the wrinkles out. I went outside and watered my flowers for about 15 minutes. I came back and stopped the dryer before the cycle finished so that I could fold the clothes and take them upstairs with me. I noticed the clothes were spotted and smeared here and there with red stains. I was like pissed because I thought I left a lipstick in my pocket or something. But then I noticed the red was oddly smeared on the dryer door and I saw a very deep red stain on one pair of shorts. Then this dread came over me like a nauseous wave and I looked inside and moved some clothes around and there was my cat all twisted up in the clothes. I screamed. Kid 1 came running and I frantically told him to get me the phone.
I finally got a grip and reached in and started to free the cat and I heard a meow. I thought he was already dead. When I pulled him out he was panting heavily with his mouth open and full of blood. His paws were all curled up. He is a black Persian hairball as it is. Like I said I was frantic. He was still alive but I thought he didn't stand a chance...he is 17 years old and look liked a car ran him over. I quickly called the vet while he laid panting on the dryer door. They said to bring him immediately. I threw the kids in the car like a mad woman and placed my cat...Hector...on a towel in the clothes basket. The traffic was horrible and I realized it would take me forever to get to my vet so I took him to the one I don't use but that was close by and they whisked him right into the exam room. They carefully hosed him down to get his temperature back down. It was 107 at that point. It was probably higher while he was in there. After a half hour they were able to get it down to 96. All the blood was from him biting his tongue. They couldn't detect any broken bones and they were able to stop the bleeding pretty easily. Their fear was that his temp would continue to drop so they bundled him up with hot water bottles, gave him antibiotics and a pain killer and sent him home with me. I was so relieved because I thought I was going to be putting him down and now he was going to be alright!
When we got him home he was very wobbly like his equilibrium was way off. He insisted on walking and I couldn't figure out where he was headed until it became clear it was to the litter box. He pee'd for like 10 minutes. That broke my heart. He felt like crap but still used the box. He slept in a little makeshift bed I made up all night and in the morning he ate like a champ and was drinking water. He is still very wobbly and has a hard time walking on his own. Hopefully that will get better the more he rests.
I can't even begin to describe the horror when I realized my cat was in there.If you have cats please keep that door closed. Hector had got into the habit of sleeping in there once in awhile but I always noticed him before. The vet said this is pretty common. She said the dryer doesn't actual spin that fast and because I had clothes in there it buffered him from getting banged up too badly. It was the heat that did him in and had I been 5 minutes later he would have seizured and died.
Owners of Piper the cat said their pet scampered up the giant tree outside their Summerville home on March 13 and all efforts to coax it down were unsuccessful. Monday, the cat jumped from an 80-foot branch.
Home video of the fall showed the cat clipping a few branches and then landing on its feet and running away.
Local 6 News reported that Scottie Colvin was visibly shaken after the fall but was then thrilled her pet survived.
Home video of the fall showed the cat clipping a few branches and then landing on its feet and running away.
"I am scared to death, but at least she's down and she's running, so she's alive," Colvin said. "Thank you all for coming out."
A reporter asked, "When you saw her in the air what did you think?"
"I just wanted to catch her," Colvin said. "I know that's stupid because I probably would have gotten killed but I just wanted to catch her."
Piper was later found under a car after the 80-foot fall.
Colvin said the cat was checked out by a vet and has no injuries.
Watch Local 6 News for more on this story.
Cat survives traffic, 70-foot fall from bridge, 600-foot Columbia River swim
The Associated Press
WENATCHEE — A cat leaped from a pickup truck, scampered through bridge traffic, fell 70 feet into the chilly Columbia River and swam 600 feet to shore before being rescued, Wenatchee Valley Humane Society officials said.
The gray, longhair calico cat, which wore no collar or identification, "ate ravenously" at an animal shelter after the ordeal, Humane Society officer Jody White said.
"She's a nice kitty," White said Monday. "I just hope we can find out who she belongs to and get her back home or find her a new home."
Joi Singleton of East Wenatchee told The Wenatchee World she and her husband, Ron, were driving on U.S. 2 and U.S. 97 over the Odabashian Bridge on Sunday morning when they saw something come off a pickup a couple of car lengths ahead of them.
"We swerved out of the way and realized it was a cat," she said. "It got up and ran. People behind us swerved. It jumped the barrier to the other side of the highway and people there were swerving."
The full-sized white pickup kept going, Singleton said, and she and her husband were unable to get a license plate number before they got over the bridge. They exited the highway, then headed back across the bridge and stopped by the eastern end.
After walking onto the bridge and calling for the cat, they spotted it cowering in a small opening in a concrete barrier near the center of the span and called the Humane Society.
No sooner had two officers gotten the cat into a portable kennel than it jumped out "like a jack-in-the-box before we could secure the door" and leaped over the railing, White said.
"It was absolutely amazing, horrible but amazing, to see. It hit the water, went under, surfaced and was swimming like mad for all she was worth," she said.
White, her supervisor Rebecca Long and the Singletons ran to the end of the bridge and down the Apple Capital Recreation Loop Trail to the shore, where they cheered on the cat.
"Once it spun around in a current and we thought that was it," Singleton said. "Then this guy in a kayak came out of nowhere and started pushing it toward us. The officers got a noose around its neck and pulled it in."
No kitty, no die: Marley the cat survives 14-storey plunge
Susan Lazaruk , Canwest News Service
Published: Thursday, July 03, 2008
VANCOUVER - Marley the cat dropped 14 storeys out of a window of a high-rise and lived to meow about it.
It may have been nature that lured him out, and it was nature that cushioned his fall.
Angela Bester had left a window slightly ajar for her one-year-old Scottish Fold domestic cross she named after a favourite singer, Bob Marley, while she took an overnight trip to Whistler.
When she returned to her 14th storey condo, she froze.
"I saw the window and I knew instantly what had happened and I looked at the (uneaten) food and the water. In my heart, I knew he was gone," said the construction health and safety manager.
"I was completely devastated."
Fearing what lay below, her boyfriend, Jonathan Stevens, volunteered to go down to the ground-floor garden that doubles as a green roof for the parking lot.
He saw a flattened fern. Then he spotted Marley darting into the shrubbery.
Bester and their neighbours joined the search and after three hours, Marley finally emerged, still looking dazed and confused.
"He was hugging my boyfriend, he had his paws around his neck and he was not letting go," said Bester.
A trip to the vet gave him the all-clear.
"He's extremely affectionate like he's always been," said Bester.
She guessed Marley took the dive after being tempted by the birds that frequently fly nearby, and she plans to install a screen over the window.
"We figured it out, he fell 150 feet," said Bester.
The high perch may have saved him. Studies have shown 90 per cent of cats that have fallen up to 32 storeys have survived. Ironically, those falling from higher than six storeys are more likely to survive - and they suffer fewer injuries.
The theory is when cats reach full velocity, they relax and spread themselves out like a flying squirrel and land on their bellies, not their feet.
Another possible explanation is that cats that die in a fall from great heights are less likely to be brought to the vet.
Marley's free fall isn't even the local record.
Two cats survived a fall from a 21-storey apartment into bushes in August 1997, and a 10-month-old kitten lived after a 20-storey plummet from a Burnaby, B.C., building in July 1994
I purchased a new set of headphones at Best Buy. Mine died of natural causes. I am one of those people that cannot work out unless I am listening to something so it was imperative that I got a new set before my next workout. I thought I had it planned out perfectly. I would buy the headphones, run home, get my gym stuff and be ready to rock and roll!
I found a cool pair that I liked. I got them home. Everything was going as planned. I guess I never really noticed or thought about the fact that they were enclosed in this big thick plastic case. The kind that need to be opened with a phaser or a Jedi light saber. No big deal. I would just get the scissors out and I am ready to go. There were no scissors to be found.
So here we go… I ripped it with my hands, stomped it with my feet, tore it with my teeth, fed it to my dog, fed it to my cat, stabbed it, jabbed it, prayed over it and cursed it. It just smiled back at me laughing, still snugly encased in its plastic kryptonite home. Where is Superman when you need him? Finally in a fit of rage, I took a knife and wildly stabbed at. I completely missed it and impaled my hand. I screamed loudly and throw the package across the room. I heard my cat scream. I looked over and it had sliced off the end of her tail.
After I bandaged my hand, I picked up the cat and the headphones and headed for the vet. On the way to the vet I look at the headphones and they were still in their plastic case laughing at me. I decided that I would have the last laugh and tossed them onto the highway to face a gruesome end by tire squash.
I got my cats tail re-attached. I got my hand stitched and headed home. I was stopped at a red light and out of the corner of my eye I saw a homeless guy wearing my headphones and petting his cat. He was obviously smarter that I was!
I missed my workout……
Question to ponder? What is the point of these “kryptonite cases”? Medieval Chastity Belts were probably easier to break into. Somebody please tell me who invented it so I can send him or her my vet bill.
Curiosity killed the cat (ALMOST!)
Today my 4 month old kitten was exploring the apartment (as usual) and started playing in our roommate's mesh hamper. He got his head tangled up in the handles and started spinning around to get out, but it just made it tighter and he couldn't breathe. Thank goodness he made a howling noise and my boyfriend and I were here to hear him. We had to cut the handle to get him out because he had twisted it so tight! It was scary to say the least! Have any of you ever experienced something like this with your curious cat?
I once had an adult cat walk behind the television and get gangled in the cables. She appeared to panic, and she made loud, distressed noises, not screams or yowls, but something like that. Fortunately, I was in the room and was able to extricate her. She was so upset she hid under the couch. I managed to get her and I held her for about a half hour, until she decided to get off my lap.
It sounds like your kitten would have died if he weren't rescued. I don't know if my cat could have extricated herself. I am grateful that I was present when it happened, but I wonder if similar situations happened when no one was home.
Afterwards, I fixed the cables so that no cat could get tangled in them.
Thank God your kitten cried out and you were there to hear him and rescue him!
The idea of a cat proofer for your home is a good one.
Our baby Tortie once put her head inside a plastic bag and took off running. She hit a sliding-glass door hard.
Poor baby!
She was probably dizzy and sore but ok. However, a serious fear of plastic bags was born that day!!!
I later found out that many plastic bags are manufactured using certain animal by-products, which makes them smell irresistible to animals.
Pet-proofing a house is a great idea and should be on everyone's short list when adopting.
British beauty Kate Beckinsale almost didn't attend the Screen Actors Guild Awards on Sunday because her pet cat caught fire.
The actress was preparing for the awards ceremony on Sunday night when her cat, Clive, became engulfed in flames after burning himself on a candle.
But Beckinsale did eventually make it to the awards with husband Len Wiseman to present Alec Baldwin with his award for Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Comedy Series in "30 Rock."
She tells People.com, "Our cat caught fire on a candle. As I was getting ready, there was like 'whoosh' a fireball and he went up like a rocket.
"(The cat) is fine. He had no idea. It was awful"
I Almost Killed My Cat
Thursday, August 24, 2006
I did and it was horrible. I debated whether to post this or not but I figured it would perhaps raise awareness if nothing else.
Anyway, it began yesterday when I was taking my kids to the pool. We were running late and I grabbed a towel out of the dryer and flew out the door. When we got back I stuffed the clothes that were hanging out of the dryer back in and set it to tumble press to get the wrinkles out. I went outside and watered my flowers for about 15 minutes. I came back and stopped the dryer before the cycle finished so that I could fold the clothes and take them upstairs with me. I noticed the clothes were spotted and smeared here and there with red stains. I was like pissed because I thought I left a lipstick in my pocket or something. But then I noticed the red was oddly smeared on the dryer door and I saw a very deep red stain on one pair of shorts. Then this dread came over me like a nauseous wave and I looked inside and moved some clothes around and there was my cat all twisted up in the clothes. I screamed. Kid 1 came running and I frantically told him to get me the phone.
I finally got a grip and reached in and started to free the cat and I heard a meow. I thought he was already dead. When I pulled him out he was panting heavily with his mouth open and full of blood. His paws were all curled up. He is a black Persian hairball as it is. Like I said I was frantic. He was still alive but I thought he didn't stand a chance...he is 17 years old and look liked a car ran him over. I quickly called the vet while he laid panting on the dryer door. They said to bring him immediately. I threw the kids in the car like a mad woman and placed my cat...Hector...on a towel in the clothes basket. The traffic was horrible and I realized it would take me forever to get to my vet so I took him to the one I don't use but that was close by and they whisked him right into the exam room. They carefully hosed him down to get his temperature back down. It was 107 at that point. It was probably higher while he was in there. After a half hour they were able to get it down to 96. All the blood was from him biting his tongue. They couldn't detect any broken bones and they were able to stop the bleeding pretty easily. Their fear was that his temp would continue to drop so they bundled him up with hot water bottles, gave him antibiotics and a pain killer and sent him home with me. I was so relieved because I thought I was going to be putting him down and now he was going to be alright!
When we got him home he was very wobbly like his equilibrium was way off. He insisted on walking and I couldn't figure out where he was headed until it became clear it was to the litter box. He pee'd for like 10 minutes. That broke my heart. He felt like crap but still used the box. He slept in a little makeshift bed I made up all night and in the morning he ate like a champ and was drinking water. He is still very wobbly and has a hard time walking on his own. Hopefully that will get better the more he rests.
I can't even begin to describe the horror when I realized my cat was in there.If you have cats please keep that door closed. Hector had got into the habit of sleeping in there once in awhile but I always noticed him before. The vet said this is pretty common. She said the dryer doesn't actual spin that fast and because I had clothes in there it buffered him from getting banged up too badly. It was the heat that did him in and had I been 5 minutes later he would have seizured and died.
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