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Kitty Talk: An Embarassing Admission Part 2

I don’t know about you, but I can’t help but baby-talk to my 3 kitty cats.  My husband makes fun of my catlingo but my babies know exactly what I say – at least I think they do.  With names like Bailey Boots Little Pussy, Peaches N. Crème de Menthe & Tia Maria Tigresse, it’s hard not to have fun.

Besides Peaches, Tia and Bailey I call them tons of names.  I don’t know how they know who I’m talking to, but they do:

  • Bailey, Boots, Bear, Buddy, Mommy, Bootseree, Baldor, G Boy, Mommy’s Boy, Kitty Cat Bat, Tee La, Mommy Ska La, Foo Fighter, Pretty Boy, Boo, Smee, Snuggy, Ma Moo, Boo Bear Boy, Teess, Swee, Cheese, Chicken, Mummy, Boodis, Butter Bean….
  • Peaches, Bear, Mommy’s Girl, Mommy, Bunny Girl, Cotton Tail, G, Buddy, La, Peachka, Snuggy, Bunny, Buddy Girl, Cheese, Chicken, Mummy, Butter….
  • Tia, Ti Ti, Ti Boo, Ti Boozen, Tia Boo bia, Tee, Baby Tee, Little Tee, Mommy’s Girl….

They also have their own theme songs (yes, I’m nuts).  If I sing Bailey’s song, he comes and Peaches does the same.  Tia – not sure.  Do you want to hear them?  Again, I know I’m nuts but I love my babies.

  • Bailey Bear with black hair, he’s my Bailey, Bailey Bear.
  • Peaches N. Cream, Peaches N. Cream, little itty bitty, bitty Peaches N. Cream.
  • Tia Boobia, foo-fighter fia, Tia.

My Catlingo continues to not only names and songs but to everyday cat chat.

Food is foodis.  Do you want me to open the door for you is you want Mommy opee up?  Do you want to go to bed becomes you wanna go seepy in the bed?  The only thing that seems to stay the same is do you want to eat? The backyard wildlife all have names too.

  • squirrels = squirrlees
  • chipmunks = ship monkeys
  • birds = birdies
  • rabbits = bunny wabbits
  • bugs = buggies
  • mice = mousies
  • ants = anties
  • cats = kitty cat friends

That about covers the yard and surrounding areas.  I know I sound like a total nut but I remember my parents always talking baby talk to our dogs when I was growing up.  Even with my pets, my mom, when she was alive and my dad always talked baby-talk to their grand-cats.  It’s a given.

Do you?  I think almost everybody does it, but many don’t admit it.  I can’t believe I am!

© 2011 J. H-M and CultureChoc2010

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Squeak, Tweet, Meow, Hiss

My house and my yard are NEVER without a cute (and sometimes not so cute) animal invading my space.  Ducks in the pool, squirrels on the patio, chipmunks in the bird feeder or cats sleeping between my legs. All of them – Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall.

I enjoy my suburban fauna and my 3 kitty cats who always want to eat the fauna outside.  It’s a daunting task just trying to prevent their escapes.

I’ve shown you my FLORA – now I’ll show you my FAUNA.  I hope  you like my pictures.

Chipmunk in the bird feeder

Teasing my cat

Peek-A-Boo Bailey

Peaches

Peaches eating decor

Praying Mantis on my front door

Bailey in the fringe

Even the ladder Bailey!

Squirrels on the hot tub

Squirrels in the snow

Bunny!

Ducks in my pool

Tia Maria

Dragonfly on my car

Hungry Ducks

Squirrel Peeing on my sliders

Ewwww...

What creatures do you have creeping in and out of your home?

© 2011 J. H-M and CultureChoc2010.

Pussy Costs Money

No matter what kind of pussy you’re talking about, it’s going to cost you.

Let’s examine the possibilities:

  1. Dating: Dinner?  A movie?  Making it worthwhile costs some serious cash.  Be sure your companion is worth it or worthy of it.
  2. Health: Gyno visits.  Birth control.  Tampons.  Douches.  General health and well-being doesn’t come cheap – even with health insurance.
  3. Pets: This is the one I’m talking about!  I spend a mint on my cats.  My new cat’s (that we rescued from a snowy parking lot in Warren, NJ in November) vet bills are enormous:  $750 first 2 visits.  $500 second visit and another $400 for an emergency spay!  Bailey:  Yearly shots and a lovely infection in his chin $350 and growing.  Peaches will have to wait.  Forget about the beaucoup bucks dental cleaning visits.  I’m broke.
  4. Marriage: Keeping your pussy happy is an all-around task.  Some are higher maintenance than others.  Clothes, shoes, jewels, dinners, sex – and the list goes on.
  5. Male entertainment: Dare I mention go-go bars?
  6. Bullying: The school bully beats the crap out of you, takes your money – voilà.  Morale of the story… Don’t be a pussy!  Stand up for yourself or have someone stand up for you.  That’s how I got rid of my bully as a kid.
  7. The Pussification of American kids: I hope I don’t have to explain this… but it’s going to cost money in the long run.
  8. Female entertainment: We too, need to keep our own pussies entertained.  Did you ever read the book “Cucumbers Are Better Than Men”?  Not on the best sellers list – but good for a chuckle.

Pussy is power.  Pussy is expensive.  Is pussy worth it?

© 2011 J. H-M. and CultureChoc2010.

Contesse “Thursday” Jeudi de la Mer

December 2010

Tonight I had to give away my cat for the second time in 2 weeks.

Thursday

No one should have to go through that.  The emotional turmoil is heart-breaking.  It’s not like she’s sick, or dying or mean – it just didn’t work out after 6 months.  If it were just she and I (with no other cats) – we would have been a perfect match.  She loved me and I love her.

Loss is another story.  I had to put my dog to sleep when she was too sick to live a comfortable and good life.  I stayed with her until she fell over into my arms  – just so she didn’t have to die alone.  Talk about emotional.

I watched my mother die in her hospital bed right after I told her that it was ok for her to go – she squeezed my hand and looked into my eyes, then closed hers.  I can’t describe how it feels to lose a parent.  Enough said about that – my emotions are soaring.

Anyway… back to my story….

I adopted Thursday in July from Petsmart in Brick through S.A.V.E. – a great rescue organization.  I wanted to adopt an older cat who would ideally co-mingle with my other 2 cats, Peaches and Bailey.

After 6 months it got worse.  Fighting, spraying, drawing blood, scratching.  Horrible.  I gave her to a single friend of mine and she was pissed.  She pooped and peed all over his house, hid for days and hissed and growled at him.  Two weeks later her brought her back to me.

As soon as she saw me she cuddled and purred and then I brought her back to S.A.V.E.  I stayed with her for what seemed liked hours hysterically crying and sobbing uncontrollably.

Fast forward 3 months and I said good-bye for the third time.  S.A.V.E. found her a home and they are picking her up tomorrow.  Fingers crossed.  I’m so happy for her.  She deserves a good home.

Tonight I stopped by Petsmart on the way home to say good-bye.  She looked at me through the glass and when she realized that it was me, she moved over to the holes and sniffed me and rubbed against the glass.  My waterworks started.

A nice gentleman was there and I told him who I was and he let me in to say bye.  She knew who I was immediately.  She was purring and nuzzling and cuddling me.  I was sobbing and telling her that Mommy loves her and not to be mad.

This went on for a while – it was heartbreaking.  Finally I closed the cage and she knew too, that it was for the last time.

Thursie, I’ll miss you.  I hope you have a happy life because it would make me happy too.

© 2011  J. H-M and CultureChoc2010

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Kitty Talk: STILL An Embarassing Admission

I don’t know about you, but I can’t help but baby-talk to my 4 – no – now 3 kitty cats.  My husband makes fun of my catlingo but my babies know exactly what I say – at least I think they do.  With names like Bailey Boots Little Pussy & Peaches N. Crème de Menthe, Contesse Thursday Jeudi de la Mer (adopt Thursday at http://www.save.rescuegroups.org) and Tia Maria Tigresse, it’s hard not to have fun.

Besides Peaches, Tia and Bailey I call them tons of names.  I don’t know how they know who I’m talking to, but they do:

  • Bailey, Boots, Bear, Buddy, Mommy, Bootseree, Baldor, G Boy, Mommy’s Boy, Kitty Cat Bat, Tee La, Mommy Ska La, Foo Fighter, Pretty Boy, Boo, Smee, Snuggy, Ma Moo, Boo Bear Boy, Teess, Swee, Cheese, Chicken, Chicken-Boo, Mummy, Boodis, Butter Bean….
  • Peaches, Bear, Mommy’s Girl, Mommy, Bunny Girl, Cotton Tail, G, Buddy, La, Peachka, Snuggy, Bunny, Buddy Girl, Cheese, Chicken, Chicken-Boo,  Mummy, Butter….
  • Tia, Ti Ti, Chickie, Lala, Pretty Girl, Mommy’s Girl, Mommy….

They also have their own theme songs (yes, I’m nuts).  If I sing Bailey’s song, he comes and Peaches does the same.  Do you want to hear them?  Again, I know I’m nuts but I love my babies.

  • Bailey Bear with black hair, he’s my Bailey, Bailey Bear.
  • Peaches N. Cream, Peaches N. Cream, little itty bitty, bitty Peaches N. Cream.
  • Tia hasn’t been here long enough yet.

My Catlingo continues to not only names and songs but to everyday cat chat.

Food is foodis.  Do you want me to open the door for you is you want Mommy opee up?  Do you want to go to bed becomes you wanna go seepy in the bed?  The only thing that seems to stay the same is do you want to eat? The backyard wildlife all have names too.

  • squirrels = squirrlees
  • chipmunks = ship monkeys
  • birds = birdies
  • rabbits = bunny wabbits
  • bugs = buggies
  • mice = mousies
  • ants = anties
  • cats = kitty cat friends

That about covers the yard and surrounding areas.  I know I sound like a total nut but I remember my parents always talking baby talk to our dogs when I was growing up.  Even with my pets, my mom, when she was alive and my dad always talked baby-talk to their grand-cats.  It’s a given.

Do you?  I think almost everybody does it, but many don’t admit it.  I can’t believe I am!

© 2011 J. H-M and CultureChoc2010

 

Memories From July… Because I Need To Think About Warmth

A Codeine-Induced Slumber or A Lack Of Sleep?

After waking up at 11 am from a codeine induced slumber, I stumbled down the stairs with Bailey walking in between my legs and Peaches already sprawled out in the middle of the hallway downstairs.  I still sound like sh** from all the congestion but can’t seem to shake this sinus thing.

Ah!  Hairball.  That’s nice.  I’m so happy to be cleaning up after the cats as soon as I staggered downstairs.

Ah!  Dirty dishes in the sink.  That’s nice.  I’m so happy to be cleaning up after my husband as well.

I fed the cats and checked the outside temp.  Wow!  Way too hot again.  Looks like I’ll be staying in all day again today. I hope my AC cools off the house – yesterday it didn’t do such a hot job.  I made coffee though I think that’s it’s too hot, but I don’t want a caffeine withdrawal headache.  I flipped on “The View” – why do I torture myself?  I hate that loud-mouthed loser Joy Behar.

Damn!  It’s already noon.  Peaches!  Stop eating the flowers! I guess she found the bouquet.  I’m so sleepy.  Wait a minute!  Why?  Was it the codeine infused cough syrup or….?  Dammit!  I just remembered what happened last night.

It was around a quarter to one in the morning and I was just dozing off hoping for some cough free shut-eye.  I heard John come in.  It took him a few minutes to come upstairs and start his nightly routine.  All of a sudden I heard him screaming, “Bailey!” and then the banging and bitching started.  Evidently the cat couldn’t make it to his litter box downstairs and deposited a small amount of diarrhea in the bathroom sink.  Better the sink than the floor.

I got up (now fully awake) and started cleaning up the mess.  It took me 2 minutes to clean and disinfect the soiled area.  Wow.  Big deal.  Now I was awake, the cats were scared and HE was still complaining.  I tried to unsuccessfully resume my sleep.  No luck.  I went downstairs and swallowed another teaspoon of cough medicine and hoped for a miracle.  Did I mention that I was coughing now from all the commotion?

I headed upstairs into my room and crawled in bed.  Peaches was already snuggled up waiting for me to spoon with her.  I laid down, coughed, took a throat lozenge and coughed some more.  Two ‘o clock rolled around.  Then 3:45.  I must have conked out by 4 am.  I had to wake him up at 5:30 – so much for a good night’s sleep.  I rang the intercom as a wake-up-call, snoozed the alarm and waited to see if he got up.  Seven minutes later I rang again, greeted by a screaming “WHAT?”.  So nice.

By the time I actually stirred (shockingly the cats didn’t bug me) it was after 11 am.  Did the codeine give me an opposite reaction or did the late-night chaos impede my snooze?  I may never know until the repeat performance tonight.  Hopefully the cat won’t sh** in the sink.  Maybe I will.  Just kidding.

Image: Filomena Scalise / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

© 2010 J. H-M and CultureChoc2010.

Stray Kitty To Adopt: Jersey Shore

First my husband brought home Bailey – a stray living under a pallet in Elizabeth, NJ.  Then he rescued a beautiful Tabby from the streets and through friends of ours, we found him a good home.  Along comes Peaches – adopted from Petsmart at five.  So then there were two.

Enter July 2010 and I bring home Thursday – rescued from S.A.V.E.  Major turmoil in the house.  Now we have three.

November 1, 2010 – the phone rings.

“Jacq.  I have a dilemma.  I found a cat and I’m bringing him home.  Call the animal shelter and see if they have an emergency number.”

Needless to say….  I don’t even know what to say, but I’d like to find the cat a good home.  Contact me if you’re interested and in the Jersey Shore area.

Update:  It’s a healthy girl!  Six months old and just paid for all her shots.  Feline Leukemia NEGATIVE.

© 2010 J. H-M and CultureChoc2010.

It’s The Weekend…

It’s the weekend, so check out some of my posts or pages that you haven’t seen!

Cooking In Stilettos; The Page, Not The Blog

Dinner At The Bar

Journal of A Dieting Diva

Shake It Like A Polaroid

Shoe Shock

Enjoy your weekend!

© 2010 J. H-M and CultureChoc2010.

Pussycat, Pussycat, Pussycat I Love You, Yes I Do

I am a cat convert.  I’ve had cats for 9 years now and I would never think about having any other buddy by my side.

© 2010 J. H-M and CultureChoc2010.

A Tale of Three Pussies: A New Ménage À Trois

Why do I make my life harder than it already is?  Why?  Because I’m a sucker.

I was shopping for cat and wild bird food at Petsmart the other day when I ducked in to see what kitties S.A.V.E. had up for adoption.  I saw a ton of kittens and a few older cats that were absolutely adorable.  Every few days I went back and finally left my phone number for a cat named Thursday.  Thursday is a 5 years old female DLH/Maine Coon who looks just like my cat Bailey.

Bailey was my first – a stray my husband brought home from Elizabeth.  He’s 8 and black and white and full of hell.  Then I adopted another cat 5 years ago, Peaches.  She’s 10 years old and although small, holds her out with my Alpha-male beast.

I brought Thursday home on Wednesday against my husband’s will and my better judgement but I just wanted to give her a home.  She was sitting in the shelter so long that I couldn’t let her stay for another minute.

She is a love.  Affectionate and cuddly, she’s breaking my heart.  She’s a doll.

When you have cats in the house already you have to acclimate them to each other so the fur doesn’t fly and no fights ensue.  So Thursday is currently residing in my office even though she’s dying to come out.

My new baby is having stomach issues and made a mess of herself last night.  I tried to clean her but she was too skittish and I didn’t want to frighten her any longer.  Fast forward a couple of hours – the situation is worse.  I planned on taking her to the groomers for a bath but I had to remedy the problem ASAP. so I decided to give her a bath myself.

Bailey had always been a good boy in the tub but Bailey has no front claws.  Did I mention that Thursday has all her claws?????

I brought her in the bathroom and put her in the bathtub (with me) and closed the glass doors.  Boy was I in for it!  As soon as the water started trickling down she started a crying serenade that would challenge the greatest opera singers in the world.  I shampooed most of her, cleaned her butt and tried to get it all rinsed off.  Ha.  I did my best all the while telling her that she was such a good girl.

Thursday survived the bath and now looks like a drowned rat – I did not escape unscathed.  While trying to return her to her safe-room she clawed the heck out of both my arms as I narrowly escaped face and boob lacerations.  Whew!

So I ask you, am I caring or crazy or maybe a little of both?  My husband always wanted more than one pussy in the bed, now I guess he got his wish!

© 2010 J. H-M and CultureChoc2010.