This Cat’s Purrfect Superbowl

February 4, 2016

By Adele

For starters, we’ve finally learned how high the NFL can count in Roman numerals — XLIX.

(If you have any idea what that number is without a Superbowl attached to it, you must not be a football player. You’re too smart.)

The other day CBS This Morning previewed some Superbowl commercials, including one for Heinz with a herd of “hotdogs” running through a field. What some mutts won’t do for 30 seconds of fame. Sheesh.

Anyway, it reminded me there’s a Superbowl coming and I realized it’s become a vast terrorist organization right on American soil when I saw…

Superbowl 50

An ARABIC number! Why aren’t Donald Trump and Ted Cruz demanding the NFL’s immediate deportation?

Cats Working readers know there’s no love for football here, but this is one Superbowl we can’t ignore because it’s between CATS and HORSES.

OK, they call themselves Panthers and Broncos.

For once, I’d like to see kicked to the sidelines all the concussed humans who prance around in tight little pants while REAL cats and horses play the game.

You’d see so much galloping up and down the field, nobody could keep track of yards.

If any horse had a down, depending on its severity, that horse might have to be put down on the spot. Talk about suspense and violence.

When cats made touchdowns, you’d see true athletes leaping OVER the goal posts.

What you WOULDN’T see is any butt-fondling or players writhing on the ground in big gay heaps. It would be claw vs. hoof competition at its finest.

But, sadly, this Superbowl will be all human again, and it will undoubtedly drag into Downton Abbey, so we won’t be watching.

Cats Working roots for the Panthers, naturally, but won’t hold a grudge if the Broncos win, since some of our best friends wear saddles.


My Kitten Roots are Revealed

January 27, 2016

By Roc

Karen must have cat DNA for curiosity. With each passing day, my reputation for having the greatest charm, energy, personality, and wit grows almost as fast as Donald Trump’s (I’m ignoring hisses from Adele and Max right now), so Karen tried to find out more about my background.

But first let me set the record straight on one important matter, in case I ever run for president: I was born in this country. In fact, I was born in the country. The western corner of Virginia to be exact.

Here’s the rest of my timeline as we knew it…

September 1, 2015 – (approx.) I was born.

November 19 – I was brought with 3 sisters (and possibly my mom) from Happy Tails Animal Rescue in Abingdon, Virginia, to the Richmond Animal League in the big city.

November 20 – I got a butt-shave and was neutered on a day that will live in infamy.

November 21 – Karen adopted me.

So, other than those 3 relatively traumatic, life-changing days in November, the rest was a blank, until…

Karen wrote to Happy Tails to ask if anyone remembered my litter. They did!

My mother must have been a pregnant stray last summer, because a “Good Samaritan” took her in until she had her kittens.

Unfortunately, the good lady couldn’t afford to keep my family, so when we were old enough she took us to Happy Tails, where we stayed a few weeks. We are remembered as being affectionate, playful, and happy for attention.

Karen concluded that I owe my great personality to the Good Samaritan, who must have done everything right during my first crucial weeks (such as, never screamed, vacuumed, or slammed doors on my tail).

Of course, I could have simply told Karen all this, if only she spoke cat.

My birth mom was great as well. She taught me everything I needed to become a successful pet, such as always squat to pee in the litterbox, always use the litterbox, and always use your “inside paws” on your human (no claws!). I hope my mom and sisters found forever homes as nice as mine.

And now for a quick update on my progress. Here I was 2 months ago…

151127-Roc-PhotoOp1

And this is me today, filling out the cat bed a bit more fully, thanks to my boundless appetite for Fancy Feast , Sheba, and Friskies. I’ve never met a can of cat food I didn’t like. I’m a whisker shy of 5 months old…

160124-Roc2


Kitten’s First Christmas a Bit Roc-ky

January 5, 2016

By Roc

Max and Adele are on my tail for being late with this post, but I’ve been recovering from an upper respiratory epidemic that swept through our house right before Christmas, right after I finished helping Karen put up the tree…

151205-Roc-OutOnALimb

151205-Roc-HelpsStringLights

And got good at climbing it (that black hole, lower left, is yours truly)…

151208-Roc-InTree

But who could stay mad at this face?

151208-Roc-inTree2

Adele, then Max, had been sneezing a lot, and then it hit me and laid me low for about 5 days. I felt so lousy, I couldn’t even get into the Christmas spirit when Karen stuck a Santa hat on my head…

151222-Roc-SantaHat-FeelingBad

Or even Max’s “Old Blue Eyes” Sinatra chapeau…

151222-Roc-BlueHat-FeelingBad

Under the tree was plenty of wrapping paper to be chewed off presents, and colorful bows begging to be removed, but all I wanted to do was to lie under the covers on a hot water bottle…

151221-Roc-HotWaterBottle

Then Karen remembered the humidifier, and the extra moisture it put in the air helped me breathe and bounce back just in time for Santa Kitty. Adele showed me the best spots under the tree to lurk so I could jump out and nip his ankles…

151205-Roc-Adele-UnderTree

By Christmas Eve, everyone was feeling better, so we were ready. Karen hung our stockings on the fireplace. (She said Cole loved Christmas, and almost made it, so she hung his stocking one more time)…

151221-AllCatStockings

But I must have taken a catnap, because I never caught the first glimpse of Santa Kitty. Oh, he was here, all right. He left us a lot of neat stuff! I got my very own Teddy to cuddle…

151225-Roc-Teddy

But I have to admit, without a lot of training, Teddy wouldn’t last even one round wrestling with Max…

Teddy also was no match for my new Martha Stewart stick thingy, with interchangeable danglers. Karen couldn’t get it off the cardboard fast enough for me to start playing with it…

151225-Roc-MarthaStewart

But our all-time favorite toy of the day was the Cat’s Meow. It even got Max’s attention…

(The bird noises in the background are from Video Catnip playing on the TV.)

I played with everything and ate treats until I was plumb tuckered out. My new scratching post was the perfect place to stretch out for a rest…

151225-Roc-NewScratcher

BONUS: This video was taken one night, and Karen left the TV playing too loud, but it captures a moment of my daredevil tree acrobatics…

This was my first Christmas ever, so I have nothing to compare it to. All I can say is that it was more fun than sitting in a cage in some shelter joint, and I’m grateful to be here — even if Adele did give me her cold.

The gang at Cats Working wishes all our readers a Happy New Year!

PS: To create this post, we now have a new channel on YouTube called Cats Working. Do with that information what you will. More to come because I’m highly photogenic and Karen’s finally beginning to get a grip on this social media stuff…


Kitten’s First Photo Shoot

December 7, 2015

By Roc

Adele and Max are rudely saying I need to “get my feet wet” with this blogging stuff, since they’ve figured out that my greatest dread in life is getting wet. So here goes…

Last week I came upon a snuggly unoccupied cat bed on top of Karen’s bed and decided to stretch out for a nice, quiet catnap. In no time, who should creep in but Karen and her camera. Her pitiful begging for me to do something cute wore me down because, well, I’m just a little kitty with a big heart…

151127-Roc-PhotoOp1

But do you have any idea how exhausting it has been to be “on” 24/7 since I got here? After she was unsatisfied with just one shot of my adorableness, I gave her a little cattitude and a tail flick to reveal some shaved baby-butt…

151127-Roc-PhotoOp2

I’m still counting the days until I can lick “down there” and have my tongue feel fur again. Can’t wait to yak up my first hairball!

But when that pose didn’t do the trick, I tried again…

151127-Roc-PhotoOp3

I call this intense look “Black Steel.”

But she was still clicking away, so it was time to show her my “Wild and Crazy Guy”…

151127-Roc-PhotoOp4

Then for shock value, I threw in some full frontal nudity…

151127-Roc-PhotoOp5

Now I had nothing left, so I pulled the tatters of my dignity together and told her she’d have to take pics of the paw, because the bod was officially bored.

151127-Roc-PhotoOp6

That finally worked. I’ve gotta have my quality catnaps if I’m ever going to take Max down. He claims he has a “black belt” in Brazilian jiu jitsu, whatever that is. (Nice try to impress me, Max, but I know you’ve been black from neck to ankles since birth. I’m still laughing — and yawning.)

151127-Roc-PhotoOp7-Yawn

PS: Karen spent most of yesterday putting up a BIG Christmas tree. Max says she hasn’t done that since 2011 when it was HIS first kitten Christmas here. I had a blast. Stay tuned…

 


New Kitten in Our ‘Hood

November 30, 2015

By Max

I can’t really remember the last time Cats Working welcomed a kitten, because I was the kitten! Adele says she remembers it as if it were yesterday — because it still gives her nightmares.

About a week ago, Karen brought us home a “bundle of joy” she named Roc. He already seems vaguely aware of his handle because it makes him perk up and momentarily lose that “stupid kitten” look he usually wears. But that doesn’t mean he actually shows up when he’s called.

151124-Roc-2

Karen’s been trying to catch Roc doing cute stuff (which he does a LOT), but filming a kitten is like trying to eat a bubble. You’ll just have to take our word that Roc did something really cute right before the shutter clicked on these…

151121-Roc-Escape-1

 

151124-Roc-Escape-2

 

151124-Roc-Escape-3

As payback for his lack of cooperation, I’ll share his most embarrassing baby-butt pic. It’s sure to haunt him on social media the rest of his nine lives…

151121-Roc-SurgeryButt

Don’t ask me why his neutering required a full shave. Maybe naked kitten booty is the fashion these days at the Richmond Animal League.

It didn’t take Roc long to appropriate my favorite stuff, like my kitty perch…

151121-Roc-RightClaws

Check out that fierce right-paw claw action. It explains why I didn’t put up a fight when he next swiped my yellow Chewy…

151122-Roc-Max-YellowChewy

His first night here, he pilfered a whole slice of turkey pepperoni from the coffee table he could barely reach. When Karen tried to pull it away to keep him from choking on it, he bit her finger and her chin hard enough to draw blood.

151121-Roc-PepperoniThief

Adele and I have our work cut out teaching him the ropes. #1 = Don’t damage the human who pops open our Fancy Feast cans.

Speaking of Adele, she doesn’t hiss at Roc much. She even let him share a perch…

151123-Adele-Roc-Perch

And watch her while she worked on one of her paintings on Karen’s iPad Mini.

151123-Roc-Adele-Ipad

Then they chilled together on the couch — TOUCHING…

151127-Roc-Adele-Couch1

Roc wasted no time getting on my good side, too…

151127-Roc-Max-ShareBed

But then he twisted my tail trying on my bed for size, leaving me short in the comfort department…

151129-Max-Roc-BedSwitch

Annoying as a little brother can be, I have to admit he’s what I’ve always wanted. And who can stay mad at this face?…

151129-Roc-InPerch


How We Got Roc

November 24, 2015

By Adele and Karen

Cole died one day before Karen left us for 3 weeks to travel, leaving her sister to housesit with me and Max. We didn’t need “babysitting,” but Karen had hoped Cole would be alive and he needed intensive care, and it was too late for Plan B.

So we mourned Cole and the disruption of our normal routine without Karen. I’ve lost brothers before, so I was pretty, “C’est la vie, now I get the bed to myself,” while Max brooded like a Goth kid in his man cave.

Max-Moping-2015

Upon returning, it took Karen exactly a week to reject our new upstairs-downstairs cat arrangement. Max needed a friend — and it was never going to be me.

Now I’ll let Karen pick up the story…

Cole was the buffer between Adele and Max, but it took years. I needed a different approach, and pleasing Adele was Job One.

After Fred died, I adopted 3-year-old Cole. It took Adele 5 years to tolerate him.

After Yul died, I adopt 4-month-old Max. Four years later, Adele and he live on separate floors.

So I had to go even younger — staying male — because Adele’s only had brothers, even in her birth litter.

Last week, I found a 3-month-old orange/white kitten named Champagne on the Richmond Animal League website, off-site being fostered.

Here’s some background on no-kill RAL. In 1996, Yul was my first adoption, then Adele in 2000, Cole in 2009, and Max in 2011.

The process has become increasingly convoluted. The application is 4 pages, requires 2 personal references minimum, and vet verification that current pets get care.

RAL is open only 4 hours a day (closed Mondays) and most animals are being fostered off-site, so meeting them can be tricky.

Except for the limited accessibility, this is all OK if it keeps irresponsible dipshits from taking animals. But all these hoops are pretty annoying when you’re a regular.

Now, back to the story…

Champagne was great, but I spotted 4 black kittens even smaller — 3 females and a male named Ham. I’m a sucker for black cats, so I asked for Ham.

RAL identifies cats by their microchips. The kitten they handed me had a white triangle on its chest and had been reaching for everyone passing the cage with a purposeful gleam in its eyes. It was as if my Yul had sent me his replacement. Ham was the cat for me.

They said, “OK, make an appointment to come back and go through your application.”

WTF!!?? I’d given them my app the previous day, along with vet documents on Adele’s and Max’s shots, which they’d refused because they prefer to phone (yeah, weekends when vets are closed).

I put the kitten back and could see its hurt and confusion, as if it were asking, “Why? How did I screw this up?”

Fortunately, they had an opening an hour later, so I had to go kill time and think of a name. To honor Yul, I picked Roc, after human Yul Brynner’s son Rock. I dropped the K for style and social media brevity, and because my cats aren’t named after inanimate objects.

Then back to RAL with my cat carrier. (Did I mention I’d redone Max’s man cave into a nursery?)

After more paperwork, I got a kitten. Eager to escape the bureaucrats and all the pleading little faces I couldn’t take home, I put the kitten in the carrier and left.

At home, the first thing the kitten did was throw itself against my leg, kneading and purring. After it took a long drink, had a nosh, and began exploring, I picked it up for a cuddle. To my horror, he had NO WHITE TRIANGLE. They’d given me the WRONG KITTEN!

Thinking it was female, I put it back in the carrier and dashed back to RAL. It kneaded a blankie while staring fixedly at me the whole ride.

But RAL had misread the chip the FIRST time and had me meet the wrong kitten. Ham the male was all-black. So I did have the right cat, but essentially adopted him sight-unseen.

I was so crushed not to get a cat with Yul’s looks, yet so relieved not to reject the sweet all-black kitten, yet worried that I knew squat about him, on top of still choking up over Cole, I almost had a melt-down. The people who witnessed this climactic scene must have thought I was bonkers.

The one thing I do know about Ham is that he comes from a litter with a strong streak of Yul-ness, so he’s taking the name Roc.

Roc-SexKitten-112215

Max will fill you in on how Roc’s adjusting to his new life and siblings and how his personality is unfolding.


Cats Working Gains a Roc

November 23, 2015

By Karen

On Saturday, Nov. 21, Adele and Max welcomed their new brother Roc (the kitten formerly known as Ham) into the family, courtesy of the same joint that once saved them, the Richmond Animal League.

Roc-1-112215

Adoption was a 2-day ordeal involving some highly frustrating bureaucracy and a bizarre case of mistaken identity that almost sent me over the edge. Stay tuned. Details to follow…

 


Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 194 other followers

%d bloggers like this: