For most humans January proves to be the month for jump starting diets and fitness. They plot and plan how much weight they’ll loose, how many miles they will run. They vow to clean out their sock drawer, organize their calendar, and file that stack of receipts. They will be more disciplined and have more will power. As a cat, we don’t deal with that stress……we believe in living in the moment, letting go, and letting God. It’s not a difficult thing to consider, after all cats can’t control their lives, but only enjoy them. Hey, wait a second; actually humans can’t control their lives either, they can only seek the will of God and follow His plan.
I can return but love for you,
Whose unmoved faith my heart did move,
And gave me hopes and passions new,
And loved me till I turned to love.
Whose unmoved faith did my heart move?
The mother of my heart, not blood,
Who loved me till I turned to love.
And I became the soul I would.
The mother of my heart, not blood,
Bound up the wounds I did not see.
And I became the soul I would
For all that you have given me.
To all the “Mothers” who open their homes and their hearts to homeless and unwanted animals…..we say “Thank You, and Happy Mother’s Day!”
The science of Snackball logistics is complicated……especially if you are not even e a year old. In our house we have two orange plastic snackballs. Our human parents fill them with kitty treats that we all can enjoy. This of course is difficult, because I can’t eat anything with grain or chicken, and my fat brother, Duster is supposed to be eating low-cal.
While humans probably think that you just smack the snackball around at random and the food comes out, there really is an art and science in getting the snacks out of the ball in a timely efficient manner. I will attempt to properly convey some of my snackball applications, using layman’s terms so even the most uneducated human can grasp the concept.
First, I recommend you position your snackball on a carpeted surface. This allows for a more controlled roll and also limits the amount of snack “spray” when snacks are released. A carpeted surface also makes it easier to eat the snacks, as they don’t slide around as much (in addition the humans love it when they step on snack remnants and crush them into the rug fibers).
Positioning is crucial!! Always position yourself between the snackball and the bare floor, or anything that may impede proper “rollage”. Never leave a full snackball unattended and always leave an empty snackball in full view of human parents.
Always use a full paw swing – contacting the side of the snackball fully. Here I demonstrate by using the basic “right paw stroke”. I often times combine a right paw stroke with a left paw jab, this however, is not a recommended move for the novice snackballer, as it may result in snack waste from improper snack spreading. I of course am ambipawperous and have the ability to successfully purrrform this move with ease.
Here I demonstrate one of my signature moves to my older “less agile” brother, Duster. (Notice the look of awe and envy on his face)
“Come on now, you can do this move. Just watch me closely and I’ll show you how it’s done.”
Ok, despite my attempts to teach my brother Duster some of my fancier snackball moves, he still prefurrs to lay on his side and randomly swing his fat lazy paw around any old way! Oh well, you know what they say “Different strokes………..
Tubac, is this incredibly awesome place located in southern Arizona. It is a colony of artists in the Santa Cruz River Valley and its a shoppers paradise with all types of wonderful art galleries and shops stuffed with all sorts of hand-crafted items, jewelery, paintings, sculpture and clothing. My personal favorite is the wonderful hand painted mexican pottery……..ohhhhh, the pots, the colors, the shapes and sizes!!!
If I had a truck and a few hundred dollars, I would load it up with various shapes and sizes and have the most awesome patio filled with lots of beautiful flowers displayed in these colorful pots!!!
Tubac has been dubbed “The place where art and history meet” and the area is full of history dating back to 1752 when the Spanish built the Tubac Presidio (fort). If you ever get to Tucson or Southern Arizona, make sure to check this gem out.
Parenting is a difficult task, whether you are parenting human children, or the furry variety. I am told that parents must constantly monitor their children; assessing their needs, their wants, providing care, love and affection. Our human parents are pretty good with us. We have lots of warm kitty beds, and a surplus of kitty toys; good health care, proper grooming and nutrition. However, occasionally things are overlooked, and once in a while things get out-of-hand; such was the case today.
My little brother Dillon has a lot of specific feeding routines because of his food allergies and his delicate kitten stomach. Our human parents mix his raw food special for each meal, and he eats in a separate room from Shedden and I. He gets vitamin supplements added to his food, plus a probiotic, fish oil and barley powder.
Today the human mother dispensed our evening meal and got a little side-tracked. So Dillon, being the untrained, undisciplined toddler, decided to get on the kitchen counter and see what was in the big brown bottle. I told him it wasn’t a good idea, but he didn’t listen, and once he knocked it on the floor and the shiny little balls of fish oil capsules came rolling out, I too was intrigued by their smell and the taste. So we may have eaten, one, two, five or six and smeared a few on the kitchen tile before the human mother returned to find us. “I can’t help it!! It was Dillon’s idea!!!”
Mom says, things will come easy to us for the next 24 hours……..and the litter box will be “Slip sliding away……”