I don't own stock in the company or know anyone who does - but I do have three cats who are CRAZY about the "Da Bird" toy. Sawyer has such an affinity for it I've had to change my 'hiding place' several times - he kept finding it!
Da Bird is an awesome cat toy and I've found a great variety on eBay. Whether you are able to go to a local pet shop or need to buy online, it sure will give you and your cat hours of hilarious fun. I've come up with so many patterns to flick and fling it around. Hard to say who is having more fun :)
If you enjoy YouTube (I know my cats do!) it's a fun thing to do a search on. Some of the videos you'll find will make you want to get one ASAP if you don't already have one.
Daily exercise is an important part of life and even if you have multiple cats who play, having a toy like this that encourages leaps and bounds can work out some muscles they might not otherwise.
Great cat food is just one part of keeping your cat healthy. If you know of other great cat toys shoot me an email. I've got some other favorites I'll be sharing about later too :)
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
More About The Family
When I first shared my life with Liora she was initially disconnected in so many ways. Having lived with a hoarder for most of her life, it was understandable. Thankfully my dog is a gentle soul and gave Liora the space she needed.
As the days and weeks passed, Liora was more accepting of affection and began acclimating well to her new environment. It took months before she actually sought out to connect with me and over a year later she is the first one to try and claim my lap when I settle in to read a book.
After four months a peculiar behavior developed. She would walk about wailing - hard to describe it. Once I ruled out any physiological problem I wondered if it wasn't time for some feline friendship.
With her social skills lacking I talked with several professionals and the theme ran true that going with an older kitten would probably make life easier for her. If she could develop communication with a kitty that was learning the ropes themselves things would be smoother.
I went to a local shelter and fell in love with a 5 month old orange tabby. His brother had already been adopted out (bummer, but not the end of that story!) and he hadn't been introduced into a colony there yet, so the timing seemed perfect to bring him into my family.
Dear Mazel. He is such a gentleman of a cat, almost an old soul you might say. Liora and he took to each other immediately. I'm sure he was missing the company of his brother and Liora seemed glad for the companionship. I did let the shelter know that if his brother was returned for any reason that I'd like to adopt him too.
Mazel is a gentle giant; not just 'large boned' but LARGE and not fat. He is always up for a good love time and enjoys being brushed, even tolerating having his nails trimmed.
Whenever possible I try to trim nails when a friend is over to visit so there is some love distraction going on. He is so cute! Any more he just burrows his head and tucks into me, almost like he's saying, "Ok you can do this, but I don't want to watch!!"
While Sawyer is definitely the 'brains' in the family, Mazel has developed his own game with the copy machine in my office. He has figured out how to push the buttons with his front feet to make a copy, leaning over and watching intensely as the paper shoots out. Sometimes he'll ferret into that covey and muck around until he's knocked the paper to the floor. This is a daily occurrence now and wasn't a one time fluke :)
As the days and weeks passed, Liora was more accepting of affection and began acclimating well to her new environment. It took months before she actually sought out to connect with me and over a year later she is the first one to try and claim my lap when I settle in to read a book.
After four months a peculiar behavior developed. She would walk about wailing - hard to describe it. Once I ruled out any physiological problem I wondered if it wasn't time for some feline friendship.
With her social skills lacking I talked with several professionals and the theme ran true that going with an older kitten would probably make life easier for her. If she could develop communication with a kitty that was learning the ropes themselves things would be smoother.
I went to a local shelter and fell in love with a 5 month old orange tabby. His brother had already been adopted out (bummer, but not the end of that story!) and he hadn't been introduced into a colony there yet, so the timing seemed perfect to bring him into my family.
Dear Mazel. He is such a gentleman of a cat, almost an old soul you might say. Liora and he took to each other immediately. I'm sure he was missing the company of his brother and Liora seemed glad for the companionship. I did let the shelter know that if his brother was returned for any reason that I'd like to adopt him too.
Mazel is a gentle giant; not just 'large boned' but LARGE and not fat. He is always up for a good love time and enjoys being brushed, even tolerating having his nails trimmed.
Whenever possible I try to trim nails when a friend is over to visit so there is some love distraction going on. He is so cute! Any more he just burrows his head and tucks into me, almost like he's saying, "Ok you can do this, but I don't want to watch!!"
While Sawyer is definitely the 'brains' in the family, Mazel has developed his own game with the copy machine in my office. He has figured out how to push the buttons with his front feet to make a copy, leaning over and watching intensely as the paper shoots out. Sometimes he'll ferret into that covey and muck around until he's knocked the paper to the floor. This is a daily occurrence now and wasn't a one time fluke :)
Monday, June 24, 2013
Thunder & Lightning & Personalities
We rarely get monstrous thunderstorms here in the Denver Metro area and when we do, it is a real treat. Last night was hour upon hour of rolling storms echoing through the city and how cats/dogs respond can really be a marker about their personality.
Shannon (my dog) was snug at my feet wherever I went in the house. Liora decided it was a good evening to curl up cozy on the bed. Mazel stayed around the cat gym for most of the evening, watching all from a distance.
And then there is Sawyer. He is the most fearless and unusual cat I've had the pleasure to know. When the vacuum cleaner blasts up, he is always walking up to it to see what the commotion is all about. When a friend was drilling into the wall and hammering away to put up more perches on the walls, he was right there in the midst of the chaos.
Nothing really phases him.
And I really shouldn't be surprised at all that Sawyer spent most of the evening with me in the office (spare bedroom in my home) sitting in the open window and taking in all the sights and sounds and smells that he could.
I reflect on him name - his adventurous attitude does mirror the wanderings of his namesake.
He was enthralled last night, as a clap of thunder was SO loud that it got people scrambling out into the drenching rain to turn off their car alarms. The looks he gave me, well it's hard when folks don't understand that these are sentient being with personalities and attitudes all their own.....it was like he was saying, "WOW did you hear THAT one?!?!?"
I occasionally went to visit Liora in the bedroom and she was in a deep sleep, so peaceful through it all.
Mazel was on top of the cat gym most often, watching from a safe distance, but not afraid. Shannon and I made the rounds just to make sure everyone was doing well.
But my goodness. Sawyer and his curiosity always amazes me. Don't think he'd even look at a book that'd talk about a 'scaredy cat' :)
Shannon (my dog) was snug at my feet wherever I went in the house. Liora decided it was a good evening to curl up cozy on the bed. Mazel stayed around the cat gym for most of the evening, watching all from a distance.
And then there is Sawyer. He is the most fearless and unusual cat I've had the pleasure to know. When the vacuum cleaner blasts up, he is always walking up to it to see what the commotion is all about. When a friend was drilling into the wall and hammering away to put up more perches on the walls, he was right there in the midst of the chaos.
Nothing really phases him.
And I really shouldn't be surprised at all that Sawyer spent most of the evening with me in the office (spare bedroom in my home) sitting in the open window and taking in all the sights and sounds and smells that he could.
I reflect on him name - his adventurous attitude does mirror the wanderings of his namesake.
He was enthralled last night, as a clap of thunder was SO loud that it got people scrambling out into the drenching rain to turn off their car alarms. The looks he gave me, well it's hard when folks don't understand that these are sentient being with personalities and attitudes all their own.....it was like he was saying, "WOW did you hear THAT one?!?!?"
I occasionally went to visit Liora in the bedroom and she was in a deep sleep, so peaceful through it all.
Mazel was on top of the cat gym most often, watching from a safe distance, but not afraid. Shannon and I made the rounds just to make sure everyone was doing well.
But my goodness. Sawyer and his curiosity always amazes me. Don't think he'd even look at a book that'd talk about a 'scaredy cat' :)
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Lady Liora
It's an amazing experience to live with a cat that came from a hoarder. Liora is a dainty and beautiful soul, so unsure of her world when I brought her home.
I remember looking for an older cat to adopt, one that would have fewer chances of finding a forever home and spied her in a room that had about 12 cats. Peering through the window I saw her sitting on a bench and another woman was checking out that same area.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed, pointing to Liora....."Isn't she beautiful?!"
She scurried over to the card that had a picture and info, sighing, "Egads, she is already 12 years old!"
As she walked away I went over to read through the information and thought to myself, "Hmmm, this may just be the one for me!"
I had just lost Tonga at 22 years of age and it was a peaceful parting. I'll share about that another day.
Because this is about Liora :)
As a Manx mix she had a little stub for a tail and the most beautiful lilac coloring from the Siamese part of her heritage. She peered at the world through blue eyes past her smoky grey face and just wasn't sure at all about what was going on.
Diving back into her history it turns out she had been returned twice. The first time was for peeing on the carpet and the second time the complaint was that she was too needy.
Looking at her my heart melted and I thought, "This is doable!" The deeper back her history went, it turned out she was rescued from a hoarder and had lived most of her life just one face among many. That would explain the need for a slow intro to litter box manners and who wouldn't be on the needy side after a life like that?!
It has been just over a year and she captures the heart of even those who don't like cats. She has such a gentle presence and a beauty that radiates from the inside out. It took her over six months to find her Siamese voice, but she sure knows how to speak her mind now!!
Since I have a dog that was rescued from a hoarder I sensed a pattern emerging - and I love it! Those of you who have rescued a FurKid heart know what I'm talking about. She is thriving on 777 The Mark of the Best cat food and it's so adorable to watch her gently lick her paws and clean her face after she's had a good munch!
I need to just mention that she has the teeniest bit of white on her front paws that gives the impression of wearing an old fashioned pair of high fashion shoes and watching her elegantly wander the house always brings joy to my heart :)
I remember looking for an older cat to adopt, one that would have fewer chances of finding a forever home and spied her in a room that had about 12 cats. Peering through the window I saw her sitting on a bench and another woman was checking out that same area.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed, pointing to Liora....."Isn't she beautiful?!"
She scurried over to the card that had a picture and info, sighing, "Egads, she is already 12 years old!"
As she walked away I went over to read through the information and thought to myself, "Hmmm, this may just be the one for me!"
I had just lost Tonga at 22 years of age and it was a peaceful parting. I'll share about that another day.
Because this is about Liora :)
As a Manx mix she had a little stub for a tail and the most beautiful lilac coloring from the Siamese part of her heritage. She peered at the world through blue eyes past her smoky grey face and just wasn't sure at all about what was going on.
Diving back into her history it turns out she had been returned twice. The first time was for peeing on the carpet and the second time the complaint was that she was too needy.
Looking at her my heart melted and I thought, "This is doable!" The deeper back her history went, it turned out she was rescued from a hoarder and had lived most of her life just one face among many. That would explain the need for a slow intro to litter box manners and who wouldn't be on the needy side after a life like that?!
It has been just over a year and she captures the heart of even those who don't like cats. She has such a gentle presence and a beauty that radiates from the inside out. It took her over six months to find her Siamese voice, but she sure knows how to speak her mind now!!
Since I have a dog that was rescued from a hoarder I sensed a pattern emerging - and I love it! Those of you who have rescued a FurKid heart know what I'm talking about. She is thriving on 777 The Mark of the Best cat food and it's so adorable to watch her gently lick her paws and clean her face after she's had a good munch!
I need to just mention that she has the teeniest bit of white on her front paws that gives the impression of wearing an old fashioned pair of high fashion shoes and watching her elegantly wander the house always brings joy to my heart :)
Monday, June 17, 2013
Simply The Best!
If you love your cat I hope you try 777 The Mark of the Best cat food!
My three cats are thriving on it and as I get the hang of doing a blog, you'll be able to see pictures of my crew. I will be sharing about their ongoing adventures and looking forward to hearing about yours!
All three are rescues, but Liora's story is the most striking of the three. She is now 13 years old and I adopted her in May 2012. Coming from a hoarding situation, her lack of social skills took patience on my part. She has so been worth the time and love it has taken to gain her trust. A dainty girl, Liora is part Manx and part Siamese. Not an evening goes by that she doesn't curl up next to me when I'm sitting and enjoying a good book. Her warm presence and sense of 'being home' makes every night a good one.
More in the days to come about the bonded brothers that I adopted one at a time - and boy are they glad to be back together!!
My three cats are thriving on it and as I get the hang of doing a blog, you'll be able to see pictures of my crew. I will be sharing about their ongoing adventures and looking forward to hearing about yours!
All three are rescues, but Liora's story is the most striking of the three. She is now 13 years old and I adopted her in May 2012. Coming from a hoarding situation, her lack of social skills took patience on my part. She has so been worth the time and love it has taken to gain her trust. A dainty girl, Liora is part Manx and part Siamese. Not an evening goes by that she doesn't curl up next to me when I'm sitting and enjoying a good book. Her warm presence and sense of 'being home' makes every night a good one.
More in the days to come about the bonded brothers that I adopted one at a time - and boy are they glad to be back together!!
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