Monday, January 23, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
Local Cats Hit 'Tasty Jackpot'
By Bogdan
Morning Scratch editor
THE GARAGE, Calif. — The Man allowed hundreds of kibbles of deliciousness to be spilled onto The Garage floor Wednesday evening, to the delight of local cats, police said Friday.
The incident occurred just as local cats were about to be served dinner. After the man took the top off a tupperware of kibble, he momentarily turned his back, police said. That's when an unidentified cat jumped onto the counter and pushed the bucket off and onto the floor.
Cats from near and far heard the sound of hundreds of kibbles hitting the floor and rushed to the scene. A feeding frenzy followed.
After the incident, local cats were full, sluggish and quickly fell asleep, according to witnesses.
Officials in the Household couldn't be reached for further comment about the incident Friday afternoon.
Editor's note: Bogdan, the editor, may have eaten a kibble or two (or maybe three) while reporting for this article, but only to give readers a more accurate account of the incident.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Cats go mobile
Breaking News: The Morning Scratch enters new media age and can now post from its cellphone.
Toulouse enjoying her morning reporting from bed.
Toulouse enjoying her morning reporting from bed.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Oh yeah. The cats have a blog.
But this isn't a post from the cats. It's from the human. It's about me.
I was sharing a link on Facebook, and found myself writing way too much in the comment area. I realized most of my friends probably don't want to hear more about my cats. I shared the link and wrote a brief comment. But I still felt like writing out how I felt after reading this essay posted to The New York Times last night. It really touched me.
http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/03/23/we-were-kittens-once-and-young/
The headline is brilliant, by the way. It is: "We were kittens once, and young." The copy editor who wrote that is the real deal.
Anyway, there's so much to appreciate about this essay. It's about cats, so obviously that's something I can relate to. But this essay wasn't just about loving cats. Or understanding cats. Or "Oh, aren't cats so independent or funny, and don't they have so much personality!?"
It's about them dying.
I've experienced few pet deaths in my life; I wasn't allowed to have pets other than fish as a child. I took really good care of all my pet fish. When I was a youngster, I would stick a finger in the tank and try to "pet" them. They lived long fish lives.
When I met my husband, he already had two pet ferrets. They have what I consider to be short life spans. Peanut died suddenly. It was hard, and it was my first experience with losing a "real" pet. My cellphone ringtone at the time was "Minerva" by the Deftones - I will forever associate that song with the phone call from the vet at 4 a.m. telling us Peanut didn't make it through the night. Oh did I cry.
Fiona's death was peaceful. I came home from work one night and noticed she wasn't moving very well in her cage. We took her to the emergency vet, and they couldn't do much for her. We weren't with Peanut when she died, and I have felt guilty about that. So, we took Fiona home. My husband stayed home from work with the little girl the next day. She died in his arms. I wouldn't want it any other way.
"All of our cats are dying" is how the writer began her essay.
And mine will be, too, and I fear it will happen in what will feel like "all at once." This is something I've thought about in the past year, as the visits to the vet increase. I fear that in about five to eight years, I'm going to have a really tough five to eight years.
Bogdan is skinnier. He's had urinary problems. I have to watch his diet. But the most apparent indication of his age? He's not a jerk anymore. No, seriously.
He hated the other cats. He hated me. He seemed to hate everything. He's attacked friends and family members. He's bitten my nose, my lips, my hands, my feet! I used to have to warn people who came into my home to not get too close to him. I loved it. He was my little jerk. And I loved every second of it.
Next month he'll be 10 years old. Young by indoor-only cat standards, but I can see he's aging, and he's my first kitty cat. Watching him get older is getting harder.
As for the other kitties, Sara is 8, according to the rescue organization I got her from - but I think she is older; Kat3 just turned 7; Jeff is only about 4. Then there's the outdoor cats I've become attached to. I figure George and Toulouse are also about 4.
I know, their deaths are years and years off. I shouldn't worry about this now. But with George at the vet right now, recovering from a urinary blockage; with Kat3 sitting by me this morning wheezing away, making terrible noises because of the damage done to her nasal cavity when she was a stray kitten; with Toulouse coming home with another sore on her back Tuesday; and with Bogdan's coat starting to look like "old-man kitty fur" - I couldn't help but think that these little spirits, who have become essential to my being, won't be here forever.
I was sharing a link on Facebook, and found myself writing way too much in the comment area. I realized most of my friends probably don't want to hear more about my cats. I shared the link and wrote a brief comment. But I still felt like writing out how I felt after reading this essay posted to The New York Times last night. It really touched me.
http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/03/23/we-were-kittens-once-and-young/
The headline is brilliant, by the way. It is: "We were kittens once, and young." The copy editor who wrote that is the real deal.
Anyway, there's so much to appreciate about this essay. It's about cats, so obviously that's something I can relate to. But this essay wasn't just about loving cats. Or understanding cats. Or "Oh, aren't cats so independent or funny, and don't they have so much personality!?"
It's about them dying.
I've experienced few pet deaths in my life; I wasn't allowed to have pets other than fish as a child. I took really good care of all my pet fish. When I was a youngster, I would stick a finger in the tank and try to "pet" them. They lived long fish lives.
When I met my husband, he already had two pet ferrets. They have what I consider to be short life spans. Peanut died suddenly. It was hard, and it was my first experience with losing a "real" pet. My cellphone ringtone at the time was "Minerva" by the Deftones - I will forever associate that song with the phone call from the vet at 4 a.m. telling us Peanut didn't make it through the night. Oh did I cry.
Fiona's death was peaceful. I came home from work one night and noticed she wasn't moving very well in her cage. We took her to the emergency vet, and they couldn't do much for her. We weren't with Peanut when she died, and I have felt guilty about that. So, we took Fiona home. My husband stayed home from work with the little girl the next day. She died in his arms. I wouldn't want it any other way.
"All of our cats are dying" is how the writer began her essay.
And mine will be, too, and I fear it will happen in what will feel like "all at once." This is something I've thought about in the past year, as the visits to the vet increase. I fear that in about five to eight years, I'm going to have a really tough five to eight years.
Bogdan is skinnier. He's had urinary problems. I have to watch his diet. But the most apparent indication of his age? He's not a jerk anymore. No, seriously.
He hated the other cats. He hated me. He seemed to hate everything. He's attacked friends and family members. He's bitten my nose, my lips, my hands, my feet! I used to have to warn people who came into my home to not get too close to him. I loved it. He was my little jerk. And I loved every second of it.
Next month he'll be 10 years old. Young by indoor-only cat standards, but I can see he's aging, and he's my first kitty cat. Watching him get older is getting harder.
As for the other kitties, Sara is 8, according to the rescue organization I got her from - but I think she is older; Kat3 just turned 7; Jeff is only about 4. Then there's the outdoor cats I've become attached to. I figure George and Toulouse are also about 4.
I know, their deaths are years and years off. I shouldn't worry about this now. But with George at the vet right now, recovering from a urinary blockage; with Kat3 sitting by me this morning wheezing away, making terrible noises because of the damage done to her nasal cavity when she was a stray kitten; with Toulouse coming home with another sore on her back Tuesday; and with Bogdan's coat starting to look like "old-man kitty fur" - I couldn't help but think that these little spirits, who have become essential to my being, won't be here forever.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Happy Thanksgiving
Bogdan says, "EAT YOUR BIRD."
"And stay away from mine."
("Heh heh. The Investor is horrified! She is not a superb cat hunter and feeds on Tofurkey.")
Photo from post-Thanksgiving cat fest in 2009. Turkey courtesy of The Man's parents.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Kittens looking for homes
By Bogdan
Morning Scratch editor
Hello, Cat Blogosphere. Long time, no report. But I have a pressing matter (in fact, three).
These kittens the Investor has been occasionally posting about in my newspaper are in need of homes. See, there were five. But luckily the woman found a home for two of them. But that leaves the Morning Scratch staff with three. These three novice reporters — they are 12 weeks old — are reliable and curious, but I cannot give them jobs here. That's where you, loyal readers, come in.
First, here's Mr. Boots. He's extremely playful, but can be totally chill. He likes being held and enjoys soft belly scratches.
Here's Miss Kitty. She's the runt, but you wouldn't know it from her personality. She's fierce! She holds her own, and she is extremely curious. A real cutie.
This is Maggie. She's loves to play, but she's a little shy. She seems to really like kitty companionship, so maybe if you take her with Miss Kitty or if she could have other kitty friends, that would be best for her.
If you are interested or have any questions, please leave a comment here or e-mail me, Mr. Bogdan, Morning Scratch editor, at themorningscratch@gmail.com.
From the Investor: I live on the Central Coast of California, in San Luis Obispo County. I'd be willing to drive to meet others at a reasonable distance. I'd like to see these kittens go to indoor-only homes, as I brought them indoors the day after they were born outdoors hoping to give them a better life. Their mama is a full-bred Siamese whose owners were irresponsible. They are up-to-date on shots and mama was tested for FIV and feline leukemia and tested neg. The kittens saw the vet just on Monday morning, and they got an all-clear on health and shots (all that is left is the rabies shot, which would be due in about two weeks). They are healthy and happy kittens. All they need now is a safe place to call home. Thank you!
Morning Scratch editor
Hello, Cat Blogosphere. Long time, no report. But I have a pressing matter (in fact, three).
These kittens the Investor has been occasionally posting about in my newspaper are in need of homes. See, there were five. But luckily the woman found a home for two of them. But that leaves the Morning Scratch staff with three. These three novice reporters — they are 12 weeks old — are reliable and curious, but I cannot give them jobs here. That's where you, loyal readers, come in.
First, here's Mr. Boots. He's extremely playful, but can be totally chill. He likes being held and enjoys soft belly scratches.
Here's Miss Kitty. She's the runt, but you wouldn't know it from her personality. She's fierce! She holds her own, and she is extremely curious. A real cutie.
This is Maggie. She's loves to play, but she's a little shy. She seems to really like kitty companionship, so maybe if you take her with Miss Kitty or if she could have other kitty friends, that would be best for her.
If you are interested or have any questions, please leave a comment here or e-mail me, Mr. Bogdan, Morning Scratch editor, at themorningscratch@gmail.com.
From the Investor: I live on the Central Coast of California, in San Luis Obispo County. I'd be willing to drive to meet others at a reasonable distance. I'd like to see these kittens go to indoor-only homes, as I brought them indoors the day after they were born outdoors hoping to give them a better life. Their mama is a full-bred Siamese whose owners were irresponsible. They are up-to-date on shots and mama was tested for FIV and feline leukemia and tested neg. The kittens saw the vet just on Monday morning, and they got an all-clear on health and shots (all that is left is the rabies shot, which would be due in about two weeks). They are healthy and happy kittens. All they need now is a safe place to call home. Thank you!
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