Jungle Loves, Tas and Birthday Kitties!
Oddly enough, this is the ONLY picture of Miss Kitty that I can find on my computer here. Actually, that isn't true, there were two others, but I believe they were from her Birthday LAST year, and not at the start of the party, if you get my drift, so we will not be posting them.
But yes, Today, or Tomorrow, depending on when you read this, is her Birthday, and so, Miss Kitty, Many Happy Returns of the Day! I got you something, uh, really cool, and you can have it, uh, soon. Or later. Hope Tina Turner rocks and you and the Drew-man get done early enough to have some fun!
I am back from dropping off my first two Foster Bengals, Jungle Loves 1&2 aka Ginger and Sabrina. I was a little melancholy driving up, and kind of missing them already. Bengals STEAL your heart, they work their way in, and snuggle down deep, their love, when they love you, is no light thing.
But when I met new Mom Kathy, I got so happy! She gave me the biggest hug and kept saying THANK YOU, over and over. She is so very excited about having them and told me in great detail everything she had done, and promises to keep us updated on them.
I think they are ok with it too, and know they have found their person. I like that. These kitties were on their way out, and no one wanted them, until the Bengal Rescue found them, and they came to me. It feels really good to have saved them. They are going to be really happy now, which wouldn't have happened unless Someone had done Something, just because Someone needed to do Something.
I know most of you, heck, all of you, have done the same thing, whenever possible, and I think the world of you for it. Every cat taken in, from a shelter, rescue group, the back yard, every dog, every animal , every foster that finds a home counts. If it makes a difference to ONE, it counts.
And that is Something.
Soon I am getting my new Foster. (and yes, I know the betting is high this is not going to be a Foster) Hopefully in the next few days, he is pretty stressed right now, and not at all happy. Poor guy. I am learning SO much about F1 Bengals. (and I suspect even with all I have learned, I am up to Page One, Index) Thanks for the intros last night, Adri, to your friends with F1's, very helpful they were.
One of Adri's friends told me "be PREPARED to fall in LOVE. When these Cats BOND, they BOND"
I don't know much about it yet. I know I am going to learn a lot from him. I know I won't be the same. I know if it is possible to get him to the point where he has a good life, with love, that I will do it.
And that is Something, too.
For tomorrow, I am promising myself, I am going to learn some FRENCH, my poor neglected language! If Martha and Nathilie were not saints....
Love and Chats,
Lorraine
posted by FabulousLorraine @ 7:15 PM
72 Comments
72 Comments:
I am glad you are home, safe and sound - or as sound as any of us ever can be. I'm looking forward to moving through your adventure with Tas (which seems to be a very right name for "The Cat That Walked By Himself" if I may quote Kipling {do you like Kipling? I don't know, I've never kipled.}). Fostering, or fostering and keeping sounds very brave, and yes, we all do what we can, but some of you sound like you do much more that you can, but you do it, so it's done. (Queen of the ramblers tonigh, quoth me.) I'm sending warm, calming thoughts to the north so your house and your soul are ready to bring the new boy in. Good luck, and you know we are all here to do what we can to support you.
Siri
Oh, I hope you do fall in love with each other - that kitty needs some Lorraine-loving.
SO glad for the Fosters too, to have found their home. Happiness all around.
Happy Birthday to Miss Kitty.
Sweet! So glad the jungle loves are in their new home.
Happy birthday, Kitty! May you have a day full of bright blessings... and dark dreamings. :)
I am so over today. After dinner, I will have a bath, and then bed. And trying not to think about work.
With Bubbles, Val! You sound like you need it...
Ihaven't Kippled in a while now. Need me some Jungle Book...Seems to be a lot of that going around these days. I like that tho, "The Cat WHo Walked By Himself"
Waiting for him is hard. I am having fun tho talking with other EG (Early Generation) Bengal lovers.
Happy Birfs day to Miss Kitty!
(we've not officially met; but I feel certain I can send you a birfday wish)
Fablo; congrats on not weeping (too much maybe) at the departure of your two Jungle luvz. I'm so exctatic for the arrival of the boy! I'm still wandering thru initials though and TC might be cool. The Cat or Taz Cat or just Cool Cat; but that would be CC which sounds too feminine.
*surf!more wine!*
I never read Jungle Book. I'll have to now especially in light of the info on Boss' blog about it. I consider myself well read (being an English major and all) but not so much of Kipling. My curiosity is peaked!
I so wish I could have more kitties; but with 4 (all kittens from wayward mothers) the horror of possible vet bills really makes me get real about it all.
I'm thankful there are those out there who if they can; they do. Fod's be praised for them!
Wow; too much red wine; good nite all and again; so looking forward to seeing the boy home with you where he most certainly belongs; forever...
Many many happy returns of the day to the ever wonderful Miss Kitty! I've had the opportunity to meet her, briefly but still a nice memory. And I have three of her beautiful magnets on my 'fridge. Love those, love her skill and imagination and loving heart!
Fablo, I am on pins and needles to find out when you get the new Boy! In a good way. Even though I'm doing nothing about it (yet! I am all for a benefit of some kind, yes), I still feel like it really matters in my life. So thank you for giving me, and all of us, that connection to your saving of Tas. And I really, really do hope y'all fall in love at first sight.
Haven't Kipled lately. But one of the absolute greatest short stories ever is one of his. One of my favourite beloved friends gave me "The Gardner" as a present one year. It's a story of true beauty...
AKA jacquib.
Hi FabulousLorraine and everyone.
It seems like you just got those girls and now they've gone. You've done amazing things in such a short time. I hope the boy catches on as fast as they did :)
I love the Kipling/Kipled reference, it's always funny.
Pantagruel, sounds like you need double bubbles, some for drinking and some for the bath. I hope it de-stresses you and you feel much better. Sounds like you've had a day from hell.
And Happy Birthday Kitty cat, I hope you get to have some bubbles too. Bubbles should be compulsory on birthdays (at least).
I have finally caught up with the 21st century and have created a blog. I'm new to online things, so if anyone has any tips, helpful hints etc, I'd be pleased to hear from you.
Stacy, sounds to me like you have done what you can too, you know...
I sense Kipling fever about to run rampant thru us...
Hmmm...Not sure what advice to give someone about a blog. NO idea what you are all doing here , hee-hee. Just have fun, is all, and people will have fun with you.
You will be the first to know when Tas is coming. Remember that might not be his name, he will tell me what he wants. Hourly I suspect.
Oh yes, bath will be running very shortly.
Speaking of Kipling, I went to go see "The Man Who Would Be King" two weeks ago at the Arclight: Sean Connery came out and introduced it. That dude has presence. I don't know where my Kipling books have buggered off to; I thought I unpacked all my boxes of books, but maybe not. Hrm.
Stacy, try Bookman in Orange if you want to pick up some Kipling for cheap... I may be headed there myself.
Glad Ginger and Sabrina made it to Kathy okay. Looking forward to her updates. :)
Happy Birthday, Ms. Kitty! Hope you are having a good time at the Tina Turner concert with Drew, even if you are both working.
Somebody, in the previous post's comments, asked me where I live. I think it was Gayle? Anyway, we own five acres at the end of a dead end street in a subdivision where everyone has a minimum of two acres, outside the city limits of a small town between Waco and Temple, Texas. It's a matter of going to the neighbor that I think is the owner of the pit bull and telling them what's going on. I don't want to tell them "keep your dog penned," as we let Lavender out sometimes. We know she roams around to the other neighbors, at least at our end of the street, but she comes home to sleep as she's on the front porch when we leave in the morning. We know the pit bull is a pet because he has a collar. He comes to our house wanting to play with Lavender, and this evening managed to get into her pen, though we're not sure how. I heard the gate rattling, then I saw him in the pen. :( DH got him out, and Lavender back in, then spent several minutes trying to get him to go home. I had to leave to get some chicken stock for dinner, and when I got back he was back. I spent several minutes trying to get him to go home. He even tried to mark my pomegranate bush with me standing maybe one foot away. He lowered his leg when I told him, "Don't you dare!" That was five hours ago. He's been back and forth since then. To add insult to injury, he marked the box on our front porch that my DH built to catch and carry the kittens in. My DH is considering looking for a paintball gun.
Hope you get your new boy sooner rather than later, Ms. Fabulous. Unless he has something serious, like FIP, he needs to be with you.
All of our pets have either been from the local shelter, found, or from someone we know. Right now, all the local shelters and rescues are full due to Hurricane Ike.
Now that my essay has been written, I need to go to bed. X)
See, Siri, you didn't ramble near as much as I did. ;)
And my favorite story from The Jungle Book is "Rikki Tikki Tavi." DD2 watched Disney's "The Jungle Book" earlier today.
And you thought I was finished typing.
MWAHAHAHA
CX
Val; if you are going (to the Bookman) let me know; it's right around the corner from my house! I love persuing that store (mostly for the smell). It'd be fund to meet up with a fellow fiend over books. There's a great little Italian place there too a couple doors down. :)
Fiends getting together! In a bookshop, how cool is that???
I loved Rikki Tikki Tavi myself...
My F1 friend says sometimes they don't like names ending in sss or zzzzz, sounds like hissing. Guess I will find out, he will tell me.
Oh, Rikki Tikki Tavi is my favorite, too!
Right now I'm dealing with one of my (non bengal) cats who has major intestinal issues-- going to the litterbox is a bit of a struggle every day with him, and he's having a pretty bad episode, poor kitty. I think we're going to have to put him back on a daily med-- right now he's curled up on a towel with me.
Sadly, I'm going out of town for a week starting on Friday, so I'm hoping he'll be back to his usual happy self by then.
Lorraine, I'm counting on you to help me satisfy my desire for an F1 vicariously!
That I can do Adri!
'Night all....
I can understand that sssss or zzzz ending names might be a problem, now that you mention it. I wonder if adding a eee sound would change the way a cat might perceive it?
surely it will all be in the tone?
Happy birthday Kitty!
Happy-Happy Birthday to Miss Kitty!:)
I really should get a copy of the Jungle Books..I remember reading them over and over when I was in about third grade.
I'm so glad the Jungle Loves have found their home. And I can't wait to see more of the new boy.
Just don't let the F1 devour you, please. He looked like a very cute little carnivore.
Happy Birthday Kitty! Hope you and Drew have some fun after the Tina Turner concert - I think she is an amazing woman. Congrats Lorraine on such a successful fostering experience - I am sure Little Guy will become much happier and more content with your care.
I hear Mr. Kipling makes exceedingly good cakes.
*badum tish*
Happy Birthday to Kitty! This calls for Birthday Haiku:
Big wheel keeps turning
and the Cat does Mary proud.
Make a wish, then dance.
Hmm...I read somewhere that cats like words ending on "eee" because their ears are better attuned to higher-pitched sounds than low ones. That might be something to think about in addition to tone. Do bengals do that little purr-trill-- that little brrt sound? I say brrt to my cats a lot-- they seem to like it. We have some interesting conversations. :D
I don't know whether it'd work with an F1, but when I brought my initially-very-nervous cats home, I started doing that slow-blink thing at them a lot-- where you sort of very deliberately shut your eyes and then open them again about halfway. That seems to reassure them almost instantly. I've even managed to get unfamiliar cats to relax, and sometimes even approach, by doing that. There's another one where you half-close your eyes while tilting your chin upward a bit. That one seems to work even better.
Hmm. I only have two cats but I talk like a Crazy Cat lady, don't I?
Jess, that's because you have Maine coon cats - they chatter and chirrup all the time. Morgan does the same thing.
After many years of getting stepped on, Morgan the black-cat-who-likes-to-lay-in-the-hallway-at -night has even started chirruping if you get at all close to him. Very useful, if a bit late. Morgan is not-so-bright.
Ah ha! It stands to reason, then, that a Maine Coon cat will turn one into a crazy cat lady regardless of the number of cats actually residing in the house! Everything falls into place: now I understand why I can't resist dangling, shiny objects. Meow. Meeeh. Mrrr. Brrt!
>^..^<
I love that they do that. I have a feeling one of these days they're going to come out with actual words.
Jess; you are so funny! Crazy cat lady indeed! >^..^< that's priceless.
One of my cats; Stella- the one with the blog- talks all the time. Her speech is somewhat maligned however; she sounds like a 'pet cemetary' cat with attitude! Even our vet said to me last time she was in; "I love that noise she makes!" She indeed has an extensive vocabulary and I'm afraid of the conversations we have and what they might really mean... Our 'blonde' cat Coco churrups all the time and only miaaaaows that siamese miao when she's outside rolling in the dirt! Our other two; well; we call them squeakers; because that's really all they can manage; the mouth opens and for a long time there's no noise just the sound of air escaping then right at the end; it sounds like you've squeezed them really hard. Poor things; they do have hissing thing down and only one of our cats actually spits. Stella used to growl at the milk man! When El was a baby and we had milk delivered; she'd get in the window (at the unfodly hour of 4am) and growl at him. I could only surmise from this that he was either an evil cat hater or she was lactose intolerant!
*tap.tap.tap...* is the boy here yet? can't wait!
IT IS TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am going for my guy this afternoon!! Apparently his lie in the cage sedately not eating phase is over and he is hissing and spitting and growling!!!!!!!
SO he little darling can come home!!!
To say I am beyond excited would be true.
Jess, the slow blink with the smile that shows no teeth is very calming, it says "I can take my eyes off you, I am not afraid" I blinked with my fosters last night right before I left them.
Some Bengals talk a lot, some don't. Mim, never stops. Venus, not so much, unless something is out of place, like last night, I left a towel on the floor in the doorway to to he bedroom, might have thought the world was ending...
Oh, WOW, Lorraine! I can't wait to hear all about it, and I bet you can't wait to DO it.
Hissing, spitting and growling -- sounds like he's in fine fetter! ;) How exciting that you get to take him home today! I can't wait to find out what his name is. Take pictures, if you can. :)
Stacy, I will definitely let you know next time I'm planning on stopping by Bookman. Got me through university, that place.
I had a bath last night, and I called it good. Need to make a trip to Lush, though -- I'm out of bubble things.
Good luck with the Tas pick-up! How exciting! You are an amazing crazy cat lady ;-)
I have never been able to try Lush bath stuff because I cant' walk in that store without sneezing! I'm sure there are lovely things in there that i'm *not* allergic to but it's overwhelming!
I'm apparently supposed to go play the "guessing game" with Ben...i don't know what it is but i'm being beckoned to find out!
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Se you guy tonight, with pictures!
Send me lots of comments for the road, yes, with witty things, interesting things and some fun, it is a 7 hour drive round trip, and I can read comments, just not respond to them..
Tho if someone writes me personally, I respond thru them, via e-mail and they can post for me, so you know how things are going...
I will email you, Quiche, to get your updates and post them. :)
7 hours?! Dude.
Seven hours!
Good heavens. Do be careful.
Wow, long drive, be safe!
We're off to costco, woo, toilet paper shopping! Exciting thursday!
Oh so exciting! I am glad it is happening now. Waiting would be too hard.
Drive safely.
I hope it's a painless drive.
He needs you so much right now, finally someone who isn't going to ask anything of him other than to be who he is...
Very exciting and it'll be great to hear how everything is going!
You're off to get him today? Yowza! \o/
*happy chair dance*
Seven hours is a loooong trip. Have a safe drive. No checking comments unless you're stopped!
Go Quiche, go! Get that cat! Wooo!
Brain is dead: I thought Aleta's comment was about Chantrelle's (and indeed waiting might have been a tad too hard)...
Eeeeh.
Pfft! :D
I want to know what Ben was trying to make Chantrelle guess at. Possibly that the toilet paper had run out. If I'm to put two and two together.
*makes like Sherlock*
For Sherlock-like deduction, apparently we need Boss. Remember the exploding meat incident?
Ah, but there is no physical evidence that the knife ever exploded! The knife hasn't been sharpened yet, but you can no longer tell that anything untoward happened to it.
Fiends must entertain
the most Fabulous Lorraine
on her long car trip.
However, sources indicate that photographic evidence still exists, Phiala. Covering the Exploding Meat trail, are we? J'accuse!! :O
*cue dramatic music*
Can't think up haikus
To entertain Fab Lorraine.
Nope. Nada. Nothing.
The Curious Incident of the Exploding Meat...... this needs to be written as a Holmes homage or something.
Ahem. I specifically said physical evidence. Altering photographic evidence is quite easy, but I must consult with Dan for the latest in memory-altering technology.
There will have been no exploding knife, and never has been!
Chime in or chime out?
Even dolls have brains blown out.
Nights getting longer.
Ahem hem. Photographs do constitute physical (if secondary) evidence. Particularly if I hurry up and print them. Bwhahahaha etc. ;P
Hooray for metalwork and science! Has the finished product been documented?
ACTUALLY...
It wasn't the meat
That exploded. (repeat)
But it wasn't the knife
Either. (repeat)
Our culprit was sneaky:
The electrical cord did it!
In the kitchen!
With a knife!
With a spark!
With a bang.
(boom boom)
Have a good drive Q! I am so excited for you. Can't wait to hear how this adventure begins.
Happy B-day Cat!
There's a guy in Minneapolis
who thinks the weather's fabulous
but he'll warn you to be wary of the meat:
"Though the bison steaks are grounded
and the lamb shanks come surrounded
by an insulated pad, it's the heat
a good chef watches. Not the cut.
I'd like to loan you my knife, but
I fear it's welded to the window seat."
I just have to say you guys are so rad. :) I'm glad i found this place, it makes me smile.
The guessing game wasn't nearly that interesting (well, it was for ben) it was just cards w/ letters on one side and word/pictures on the other and i had to guess what the words were (E for elephant, etc)...sorry ;-)
We're back from costco and TP'd for eons. I don't know how it happens but i go for TP and come home w/ a carload of misc. crap!
So many comments to, ehm, comment on.
Lorraine - YIPPEE. Drive safely and be regaled with stories. Looking forward to hearing all about it.
All Cat People...Tysie says words. She can say NOW when she wants food and wants to go out in her enclosure.
She has a very definate NO, and we have lots of chirps and meows that we know mean hello, how are you, buggar off..you know...essential communication skills.
A friend has a cat who can say outside,and, oh, lots of other stuff I've forgotten right now.
When I was a wee one (well, younger anyway) mum was carving a roast with an electric knife that sparked, banged and did the rude things appliances do when they expire. Frightened the Fods out of us, but was hilarious at the same time.
What is it with electric knives?
In a popular piece of family lore my mother went to the hospital to get stitches after badly cutting her hand on an electric knife she was using to dismember a chicken. One of the first things my father (a doctor at the hospital) asked was, "Are we still having chicken for dinner?"
What is it with doctors and smart-ass comments? When my husband was a kid, he stepped on a copper nail and his surgeon-dad said "if we put a zinc nail in your other foot, you can conduct electricity!"
I just realized i never said happy birthday to Cat so...HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Fods I'm glad I finished my cup of tea before I read your comments, Arwen and Chantrelle - there would have been serious tea splatter here.
Mind you Chantrelle, if your FIL had done as he joked, you'd be with a superhero now!
Oh man, i never thought of it that way! Guess I'll just have to stick with the long-hair computer dude i've got instead. He's got his talents--makes reeeeallly good beer. I'll live with that superpower, electricity can be so dangerous! Beer however makes things lovely. ;-)
Huh. No word from Quiche yet, hopefully she is okay on her long drive… just wrangling the Beastie.
Hmm, super computer talents much more practical.
He could have been a human Taser?
A human Taser? Is he that stunning? Lucky woman!
I feel a bit of Grease coming on here...."He's electrifying....."
I LOVE Grease...Hubby however hates it with a passion so I don't think he'd like to be that kind of Electrifyin'....We don't have to tell him of course and I'd get to wear those leather pants and shimmy at a carnival.
Oh, and to look like Olivia did in them, what a wonderful dream.
*sigh* I have given myself an earworm, just as well I love Grease too..
I think pre-ben i could have pulled off those pants, not so much now. And i'd NEVER get my hair that big! I tried in the 80s and even w/ a lot of Aquanet, it still didn't stay!
Forget aquanet -- you need egg whites. ;)
I wouldn't say that I looked anything like as good as Olivia, but I did have some electric blue leggings that I wore to a uni ball, and looked pretty awesome from where I sit today...and I did the hair easily because I have so damn much of the stuff.
Must dig out those pictures.
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My bengal boys talk all the time. Meows and shrieks and trills and noises you'd swear meant they were being held hostage by six year olds with pink paint and glitter. I work from home a lot and some of my clients recognize Rocky when he decides to contribute to the discussion. Used to embarrass me a lot, but I've just gotten used to it!
Waiting anxiously for F1 updates while I should be packing, grooming, preparing cat food for the sitter, preparing presentation for my talk next week, or any number of other things.
In haiku form I
wonder what is happening.
Is there a Tas yet?
What's everyone up to this evening, apart from (apparently) putting on leather pants and egg-whiting their hair? We've been listening to Dirk Gently on Radio Four. It's good fun. Though I'm a bit disappointed that Billy Boyd's not in it nearly as much as I thought he'd be.
(That Billy Boyd can sing. Phew!)
Ben's watching the Cat in the hat comes back video that we rented from the library. We just finished having a very awesome, if I might say so myself, fish soup. I'll have to note down what i did and post it on FoodPorn. I used an Epicurious recipe as a guide but really didn't follow it. What really made the soup was an herb pesto that Ben helped me make with various herbs from the garden (basil, marjoram, parsley) plus pecans, garlic, Meyer lemon juice. And then some snapper from the farmers market as the fish. Yummy yummy!
Having said that, I have dishes to do!
hope the F1 pick-up is going well!
He's here. Oh, Fods.....
Am writing my tale. His name ain't Cuddles....
Thanks for being so fun on the road...I needed someone to WRITE me so I could reply, which I didn't make clear...
Up and posed, Fiends.....
I have him for better or worse, we shall see.
I did write, you big dork! ;) I think you just got too excited about Bagheerah to notice the email... or were too hopped up on ho-hos, whatever those are. ;)
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