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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

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.

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

 

A Raving Lunatic’s Friday Rants

09.10.10

Image by colemama via Flickr

Where do I start?  Thursday was the worst day!

For some reason all my classes had selective hearing.  I gave them instructions and 5 seconds later someone asked, “What are we doing?”  Two more seconds later, “Do we have to write the full sentence?”  Over and over again.  I must have explained 4 times and I still got:

  • What page are we on?
  • What are we doing?
  • Is this in the workbook or textbook?
  • What exercises?
  • I’m sorry.  I was in the bathroom.  What are we doing?

And over and over and over again.  Sorry – I already said that but I was ready to take the gas pipe!

If that wasn’t bad enough my day further reared its ugly head at my current state of finances – but that’s entirely a different story.

So I get home and I have to deal with all the money sh**.  Then… a giant cat fight!  Hiss!  Meow!  Growl!  Spit!

I can’t take it anymore!

To top it off my boy cat attacked me, sprayed all under the bed, sprayed the girl cat, fur everywhere!  WTF!

I’m officially losing it.

Bitch.  Moan.  Bitch .  Moan.  It’s my turn now.  I need a break from my life.  Work.  Cats.  Husband.  Worries.  Everything!

How do people have kids?  And more than one kid?  No freakin’ way.  I’m completely overwhelmed with cats – pussies – felines –meows – whatever you want to call them – I’m exhausted.

So I lowered the heat to 60, opened all my windows in 20 degree weather and the smell still lingers.  Shortly after, Bailey comes trolling around upstairs and I have to lock Thursie in the bedroom with the stinky litter box – that by the way, Bailey already pooped in it to show his dominance – with door closed and I’m afraid to venture up because I know it with be an assault on my nose.

Where the Hell am I going to sleep?

So now I’m downstairs watching A Charlie Brown Christmas – which is not helping – drinking a glass of Sauvignon Blanc.  I just ate dinner – it’s 8:30 pm and I’m looking around at my complete disarray – mentally and physically.

I think I’ll covet someone else’s life tonight – sorry God.

I can only pray for a better tomorrow.

© 2010 J. H-M and CultureChoc2010.

Alright! So I’m Keeping The Darn Cat!

Recently I posted my new kitten saga.  My husband brought a stray kitten home and expected me to take it to the shelter.  After me bawling like a baby, he decided that we’ll just find her a good home.

After the +$303 vet bill, I’m keeping the cat!

I’m in a battle over this.  It’s his fault for bringing that cuddly, affectionate, pretty and adorable kitty into my home.  Can you say sucker?

Last night he was sitting on the couch and the new kitty (I haven’t named her yet) was snoozing on his belly.  I think I might have won this one!

So for all of you that KNEW that I would break down and keep her… Bravo!  You were right!

© 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.

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.