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Our Cat Jack

January 6th marks one year since I lost my beloved cat, Mr. Kitty to Chronic Renal Failure (CRF).  Mr. Kitty (whose other names included: Kitty Poo, Kitty-fish, Kitty-bird, K-licious, Kitty Cup  and Kitty Boy Floyd) was my best friend and constant companion for nearly two decades. He stuck with me through my often wild twenties and several moves from one Hollywood apartment to another (not to mention some rather strange roommates!)  He slept on my lap on two separate round trip flights from Los Angeles to Miami when I went home for Christmas. He loved everyone - people and animals alike. No matter who walked through the door, Mr. Kitty would plop down on their lap and begin purring loudly. When Mr. Kitty was two years old, my fiance and I moved in together and he decided to get a pit-bull puppy. This of course, worried me a great deal and I wasn't sure if my cat would be safe or if the two would get along. Nothing phased my big, fluffy, tan and white tabby - he took everything in stride - and over the next sixteen years, they were inseparable.

When Mr. Kitty was diagnosed with CRF in December 2010 - I was confused - I knew very little about the condition or what to expect. Sadly, in spite of a week long stay at the vet's office, a blood transfusion, pills, meds, Sub-Q fluids, a lot of prayers (and money) - Mr. Kitty, who had put up a brave fight, was losing his battle with CRF.  My once plump 22 lb cat, was now only 8 lbs and barely clinging to life. Taking him to the vet that dreaded morning was one of the most heartbreaking moments of my life. Saying goodbye to my sweet boy was more difficult than I could ever have imagined. The grief was intense and seemed never-ending. I sobbed uncontrollably every waking moment and when I slept, he filled my dreams.

People handle the loss of a favorite pet in different ways. Some, unable to bear the thought of losing another one, choose not to adopt another animal. Others need a certain amount of time between pets. I, on the other hand, felt that welcoming a new cat or kitten into our home was the only way out of the dark pit of anguish in which I was drowning. So, while still deeply mourning the loss of my dearest friend, I began my search. I went online, combed newspaper ads, went to pet adoption events and called several local rescues in an effort to find "the right one". The problem is that I had my heart set on a kitten. This wouldn't have been an issue, except that it was the middle of January - a time when kittens are not exactly abundant. I was up early every morning, to look on Craig's List and Pet Finder but there were very few kittens available.  I would call to inquire about a kitten and find out that it had already been adopted. As each day passed, I was becoming discouraged and feeling even more depressed without Mr. Kitty. I missed him so much and losing him had left such a void in my life. Then one evening, I decided to check Craig's List one more time before going to bed - and there it was - an ad for two 2 year old male Ragdoll cats who needed a home. ( I had always wanted a Ragdoll but felt that purchasing animals from a breeder was somehow wrong when there are so many animals in shelters.) But here were two that could soon become homeless and my chance to save one.

There was a picture of both - one seal point and one blue bi-color - both were beautiful but I knew in an instant which cat was "the one". I sent an email to the owner. expressing my interest in adopting one of the cats. I was so excited, it was hard to sleep that night - I was awakened by a phone call early the next morning from the owner of the cats. She explained that they had belonged to her mother who had recently passed away.  I told her that I had fallen in love with the blue bi-color in the photo. We spoke briefly and afterward she told me that there had been replies from several other people but that she knew in her heart that I was "the right one".  And it was a good thing I didn't choose the seal point, as she had decided to keep him.

The following day, I made the one hour drive to Seal Beach to meet my new cat and take him home. His name was Jack - and I decided not to change it. The first thing I noticed about him was the size of his head! It was huge - with  a broad pink nose and eyes like sapphires. He was gorgeous - 26 lbs of silky blue-gray and white fur and giant paws.  It has been one year since Jack came to live with us and we love him more each day! He is sweet, gentle and very well behaved - He brings us so much joy with his funny little quirks. He is an absolute delight. We recently adopted a new kitten and we weren't sure how Jack would react.  It is normal for the bigger and/or older cat to be a little aggressive to establish himself as the alpha - but instead Jack took the little guy under his wing.  Cuddled up together, Jack will lick the kitten's face until he falls asleep and during the day, they wrestle and play, chasing each other back and forth.

No one will ever replace Mr. Kitty - he was one of a kind and when he died - a part of me died along with him. But I am so grateful to Jack for giving me a reason to smile again.

 

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Painting a Day, Cat Art, Butterfly Garden Cat 6

 Cat Art. Painting a Day, Day 18 in my series.

Cat watching a Butterfly flutter by. And the Cat says..."How can I catch it? A Trophy for my Humans? Not much meat on it."

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Meet Hogwild the Pet Pig

That little girl was a cull piglet from a large facility. She was given to me the day she was to be culled…She was a runt, pretty beat up and had pnemonia. We almost lost her twice. She was so loveable when she was little and was raised with a new liter of puppies we had. She still thinks she’s a dog. She’d cuddle up with the mother and sleep with the pups. She used to jump right into my lap.
One night a couple weeks after we’d gotten her pnemonia came back. My husband was trying to prepare me that she wouldn’t be around in the morning. Well my husband admits to this now, but he said a prayer and asked the big guy if he spared her, we’d never butcher her….
Well she was still around in the morning, and by afternoon, her old self. 6 months later, she is my best pal. She walks with me every day, jumps trees, barks, and chases cars. She’s 200 pounds. She is so funny and loveable she has visitors in the barn to see her all the time
No matter where we are, if a yell “hogwild” she’ll run like crazy back to her barn. She is hilarious when she runs and remarkably fast
She big enough to breed, so hopefully ( i’m new at this) we can get her bred soon and she’ll have her own piglets in late spring!

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Crimson Mutt Pet Story

The story of Copper can not be told without the story of his Princess Shelby.
It all came about through an arranged Marriage. We had purchased our most special girl Shelby in May of 2003.
It was too hot in Arizona for the animals to fly in by plane, so we had her sent to California where we could take a plane and rent a car to bring her back to our house in Arizona.
    Shelby was the most Beautiful, Lovable, Well Mannered Newfoundland puppy you could ever meet.
She of course for her actions got nothing but the best. The best Dog Food, Treats and Toys. Toys so many you could have made a vehicle payment with the amount we spent on her.  We loved Shelby so much that her bed was a King Sized Feather Blanket. She would circle and pull it in just the right way and sleep and sleep and snore!
    Shelby went just about everywhere with us, weather permitting. My son would play wrestle with her and chase each other around the house. They were both about the same size. Shelby would take his hand in her mouth and lead him around. Boy how he would laugh. They would dance together, play and sleep together, on the blanket or on the couch it made no difference.

    Now myself being such a lover of puppies got the best idea ever. Let's get a boy!!

   We made the call to find the right one that was compatible well papered and was BLACK.  Copper was who our lady suggested and he was Bronze, 4 months old and could be flown to Arizona at that time of year.  O K !! I sent the money and we made the plans for an evening flight and in came Copper. As pretty as a shiny penney.

   We picked him up and brought him home and ......He was Scared and Shy and was not at all House Trained.

   The work that we put into him!! Well of course we loved Copper. He was special, He was ours!!!

  We came home one afternoon to snow in our back yard!! Pushing 100 degrees that would have been better than Shelby's most beloved King Sized Feather Blanket!!!!  Copper looked GUILTY!!!

   We waited 2 years to breed them, made sure they were of breeding quality (HIPS, Heart, Etc...). Keeping the two of them apart was at times heartbreaking. They would howl and cry. They had such a Love for each other, inseparable. The first litter finally arrived with 11 puppies!!! Copper stayed close by in case he was needed. As it turned out they all came out BLACK with a little white on each of their chest. 1 1/4 pounds to 1 1/2 pounds each. It was a 14 hour Delivery.

   We did not breed Copper and Shelby too much as we just owned expensive pets.  Four litters was wonderful each with there own story.

   The best story that I can remember is when our neighborhood was having some kind of a problem. The Cops were everywhere and
the Helicopter was searching. It was about 2:30 in the morning. Our dogs were going crazy!!!! Jumping up against the 6 foot wood fence.
They were trying to get after something!! Then we saw the cops running with their guns in hand. I told one of them that there was someone in the neighbors back yard. The Cop went around to see and then all of the sudden some guy was going to climb the fence into our yard. Copper and Shelby just were not going to let that happen without someone getting hurt!  The guy took one look at what he was up against and put his hands in the air and gave himself up to the Police.

Today we live in New Mexico and our Little Village is very quiet!!! Shelby and Copper are still inseparable. She washes his face and they sleep together in the same dog house. I do not know how he puts up with her SNORING, you can hear it all through the house at night.
They are almost 8 years old now and they haven't had any children since they last batch almost killed Shelby a couple of years ago.
The Little Black Newfoundland is a Picture of the one we had to Bottle Feed. We named him SEVEN because of the white 7 on his chest.

I still cook for them  and make them special dog treats. I worry about the time I have left with them. But I worry more about what will happen when there is only one left. I don't know who will be the most heart broke.

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Meet Pig Newton a Lovable Pot Belly Pig

What can I say about my big bundle of love Pig Newton? Well Newton came to our home when he was about 6 weeks old and he weighed about 2 pounds. He was so scared the first day he jumped out of the car and tried to run away my husband and I had to chase him for at least 20 min he was so fast. Once we caught him I did not want to let him go so I held him that entire day. Now Mr. Newton is close to 200 pounds I’m sure (I haven’t been able to weigh him in some time) and he is still the love of my life. When we get home and after he is fed (that is first order of business for Newton ) he follows me around and lies on his side for me to rub his tummy. The hubby takes him outside for exercise he smacks him on the bum and runs after him the two of them chase one another till they both fall down tired then they lay on the grass hubby’s head on Newton’s belly it is the cutest thing. My husband and I are not able to have children so we have our pet and it is nice to be able to fill our home with all the love, noise and chaos that children bring. As a child I never expected to have a pig as a pet and now as an adult I can’t imagine not having one. Newton is so smart and all he wants it to be loved and I feel honored to be able to give him that love.

 

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Cat Art, Cat Art Print, Whimsical Cat Art, Cats, Art Prints by Wanda Edwards - Shop Canvas and Framed Wall Art Prints at Imagekind.com

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Do Dogs Remember Their Own Family Members

This is based on a true story of a Pomeranian named “Muffy” who has the gift of memory. She can remember her litter-mate, “Precious” and favors her over all other Pomeranians.

Are dogs smart enough to know who their parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, and grandparents are? The answer to that question is yes, believe it or not. Some actually do remember them.

Some dogs are smart enough to remember their family members. Of course there are those who do not, as well. As most dogs will breed with one another even if related to each other. It’s not that they have no morals, they just don’t have memory.
Some dogs are very smart and can dig a hole, place a bone in it, then come back six months later and know exactly where they left that bone, even if the grass is all grown up. People have thought for years that a dog’s nose leads them to that same exact spot. Well, this is not exactly entirely true. These dogs have memory as well as a sense of smell.
We all have heard a story at sometime or another, about some dog who got lost while on vacation and ended up back at home. He found his own way. This is another prime example of a dog’s memory.
I myself know of a Pomeranian named “Muffy”, short for (Muffin). She has the ability of memory herself. She and her sister were bought at the same exact time by me. I gave her to my mother and I took her sister, “Precious”. I own other Pomeranians as well, seeing how I am a Pomeranian breeder.
Every time my mother brings “Muffy” over to my house she runs straight for my daughter’s room where her sister, “Precious” stays. She lies right beside her crate until we let her out.
Now, out of all the Pomeranians that I own, why else would she pick this one particular one to want something to do with? She of course has memory.

When I let “Precious” out of her crate along with my other Pomeranians, “Muffy” always plays with “Precious” and never the others. So, no one can tell me that dogs don’t remember their own family. I have proof that they do, “Muffy” and “Precious”.

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Pennsylvania Artist, Cat Artist, Bird Artist

My Newest Cat Art. Watercolor Still Life painting of a Woman and her Pet Cat. Anyone who has ever let a Cat take over their home knows how much a Cat brings to it. This Lady is obviously the Loyal Subject of her purring companion.

I'm a Pennsylvania Artist who loves to depict People with their Pets, as well as depicting People interacting with Wildlife. Perhaps it is the wild side of our pets that is appealing to us. By bonding with them we bond with Nature. Having a close encounter with Nature uplifts us Spiritually. I hope to capture that feeling in my Art. 

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Misadventures of a Spoiled Rotten Dog part 1

Do you Love Dogs? Do you Love the things that Dogs do? Know a Great Dog?
I'd Love to hear about it! Post here!

Hope you Enjoy my Original Painting of my little bundle of Joy!
here's his adventure...

Oh Boy! Waking up in my Master's bed! My favorite!
Oh Boy! Dog Food! My favorite!
Oh Boy! Out to pee! My favorite!
Oh Boy! A walk! My favorite!
Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
Oh Boy! Out to pee! My favorite!
Oh Boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
Oh Boy! I can jump! My favorite!
Oh Boy! Dog Food! My favorite!
Oh Boy! Out to pee! My favorite!
Oh Boy! Sitting on sofa with Master! My favorite!
Oh Boy! Sleeping in Master's bed! My favorite

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Lucky the Cat by GrantGreetings

Three days ago my husband heard a kitten crying out from underneath our new house, which is not yet finished. As he was working, he heard the cries of a kitten and came and got me to go with him to check it out. It was already dark so we had to get a flashlight. We went underneath the new house knocking down spider webs all the way. As we got to the narrowest end underneath the house we saw three kittens all scattered about. One was moving all around and crying, the other two were still and quiet. Both of them started moving around a little and crying too. They all were very cold seeing how they were just born and still had their umbilical cords attached. I immediately grabbed all three of them up and took them in and put them in a tote with a heat lamp over them. I knew just what to do with newborns from raising puppies for over ten years. So, I let them get good and warm for about an hour and went back to check on them and all three were moving around and crying. So, I warmed up some milk and hand-fed everyone of them. They all ate good, an entire 3 cc’s. I fed them every three hours that first night.
The next morning I noticed that one of them didn’t want to eat. By that afternoon it was gone. But, I tried to look on the bright side; I still had two little ones to save. So, I continued to feed them, make them use the bathroom (which is something the mother usually does) and gave them all the warmth and love that I could.
But, I kept my chin up and kept on trying to save the last kitten. After all, it was the one calling out for our help that we heard that night. I continued to feed it around the clock and played like I was its mommy. It cried a lot knowing that it was the only one left inside that great big warm tote, but it continued to grow stronger standing on all fours and wobbling all around. It had a hearty appetite putting down 7 1/2 cc’s. With a growing belly and an even louder cry it made it through another day.
Now, at three days old, this one little tiny kitten who calls me mommy now, has a real chance of making it. It’s eating, crying, growing and even purring when I hold it close and pet it. If this little one does in fact make it, I plan to name it “Lucky” because it truly is.

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