The Kitty Board of
|Board of Directors:||Tommy, Daisy and Jake|
|Staff persons:||Annie and Gilles|
This page was last updated June 26, 2014
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attached are cats to their owners?
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Trois chats noirs
Jake (formerly known as Panther to the nice cat rescue folks) joined our household and family on November 29, 2012 at the age of four-and-a-half months, and he was rescued from a feral colony living in a ravine in Kanata (on the southern outskirts of Ottawa).
He's integrating well, and our two resident kitties are still fascinated by this new family member. He spent the first week or so in his Safe Room (because of a residual upper respiratory tract infection) with occasional contacts with his new four-legged pals under the door. Now, he's expanded his territory to include the ground floor and has his meals with the two seven-year-old siblings. Ya gotta watch him like a hawk during meals --- he'll vacuum his plate in a flash and stick his face in Tommy's or Daisy's dish without so much as a "Can I help you with that?"
kitty photos : January 22, 2013
21 more photos of Jake The Amazing
Many thanks to Katie and
June 26 (2014) Update:
Jake integrated into the household/family as naturally as if he was a littermate of the two siblings Tommy and Daisy. Jake is still a kitten, but a big one, and he often plays a bit too rough for Tommy. Daisy, on the other hand, doesn't take any shit from anyone (torties are like that...) and she defends herself quite capably with a couple of swift thwacks when Jake jumps her.
All in all, one big happy family!
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There are over 200 strips in all.
Very well done...
iPad game for cats! (video)
Buddhist Monk Cat (OMMM...)
Advanced Cat Yodeling (video, duration 2:44):
...from the same guys who gave us:
An Engineer's Guide to Cats (video, duration 6:58):
Tommy sometimes thinks he's a parrot...
...and Daisy occasionally fancies herself a typist.
Tommy and Daisy --- "New" Kids on the Block (Nov. 2005)
Annie and I lost our beloved Max (see photos below) at the beginning of November 2005 because of a feline heart problem similar to congestive heart failure in humans --- he was only twelve and a half years old, which was quite a shock to us, and we were heartbroken. Just a few mopey weeks later, though, our kitty vet called to tell us that she'd just examined two little kittens who were looking for a home through Friends of Abandoned Pets in Ottawa, and she said that they were ready for us if we were ready for them, or words to that effect...
And the rest, as they say, is history...
Tommy and Daisy were barn cats;
they've always done this to each other and to Minnie...
...and Daisy likes to preen in the bathroom sink with the
water running, although not *quite* as unabashedly as the kitty in this
I love my new Dad!
Tommy and Daisy helping
out with the website.
[Click on any photo above to see a larger version.]
Tommy's naughty pleasure.
He's almost ten years old (as at 2015).
This is a stock GIF I'm using because Tommy is never around, curiously, when I walk into the bathroom to find the toilet paper roll shredded on the floor. For almost ten years, we've had to explain to visitors why we have an empty Coke can wedged into the TP dispenser.
|More Tommy and Daisy photos
Set #1 - November 2005
Set #2 - December 2005
Set # 3 - February 2006
Kitty Hall of Famers - Click on the photos below for larger versions
On February 10, 2012, Minnie left us to join Max, Abbey, Bucky, Jake, Sooty and Fermi in the Kitty Hall of Fame. She was 15 years of age when she passed on, and she'd had diabetes for over eight years. Twice-a-day insuling injections gave her a "contract extension" from the fall of 2003 until last week, and the arrival of Tommy and Daisy (*especially* Tommy!) into the family late in 2005 rejuvenated Minnie by five years --- she was actually showing signs of infatuation towards him. In the past couple of months though, her decreasing kidney function and her gradual weight loss worked against her. In the end, the decision wasn't difficult, because her quality of life had deteriorated beyond a reasonable level.
Our vet agreed that her quality of life had taken a
nosedive in the past month or so - change of insulin levels, sprained
leg from misjudging the step down from the couch, beginning of renal
failure requiring 100ml of IV every 2-3 days using a subcutaneous
needle as ginormous as my Plateletpheresis needle, involving more
discomfort for Minnie and more stress for us. I did it 3-4 times,
and it was not pleasant for any of the parties involved.
Minnie wasn't skin and bones yet, but we could see her weight decreasing slowly but relentlessly. Our vet supported our decision, adding that some kitty owners wait far too long to give their feline companion some welcome relief.
We didn't cut her life short --- we'd given her an extended contract back in the fall of 2003 when we committed to the insulin regimen and another boost when Tommy and Daisy came to stay with us. She had eight extra good years and some since that diabetes diagnosis, and she was loved all the way. She purred until her last breath, with both Anne and me petting and cuddling her while the vet did the deed --- sedative overdose, no pain, just a peaceful sleep...
She was a good girl.
It's very good for us to have Tommy & Daisy for extra hugs.
Daniel found Minnie as a stray near his Mum's place in Vanier. He was heading off to university in Montreal at the time, though, so he brought her over to our place see if we'd be willing to take her into our household. She was grey and white, cute and cuddly, visually impaired and later, diabetic (diagnosed in October 2003).
We asked the vet to examine her vision when she was obviously bumping into stuff outside when we started letting her out. Turns out she had very limited vision (and deteriorating noticeably over time) because of a taurine deficiency. This was likely caused, the kitty ophthalmologist told us for $80, by people feeding her mother table scraps rather than nutritious canned or dry cat food. Deficiency of this element causes diabetes and gradual blindness.
In the fall of 2003, Minnie's weight started dropping, so off we went to the vet, to discover that Minnie was diabetic. From October of that year, she received a shot of insulin every 12 hours until the morning of her last vet visit almost a decade later.
I'd get a kick out of people's reactions
when I'd say that I had to be home at a certain time to "shoot up the
1. She weighed 7.5 kilos at her peak.
2. She was a good girl.
Min and Max on the deck
Crowded Kitty House
and Max on the couch
--- when she was a slim young thing...
Minnie was pining after we lost Max. Moping, mostly off sleeping by herself, and generally listless. (I realize upon re-reading that last sentence that any objective observer would say that pretty much sums up Minnie's life with us, but a properly-trained kitty staff person can sense these things...)
When Tommy and Daisy joined the household, it was
as if we'd magically shaved five years off her life - she was clearly
infatuated with Tommy from the get-go, playing with him and letting him
do his crazy leaps right over her, and all that. Minnie was less enamoured
with Daisy at first, but she gradually warmed up to her --- for the past
couple of years, they slept together on the couch, and Daisy was Minnie's
official kitty litter cleaner-upper (Minnie was too visually impaired
to cover up her business, and Daisy has always been the consummate Suzie
Q. Housekeeper, so she'd go into the box and make everything nice and
tidy after Minnie was done.)
And all three enjoyed each other's company.
And we enjoyed seeing the bond between them...
long-haired marmalade cat --- what a beauty he was, and such a lovely disposition...
Max was involved in an accident one night when he was about a year old - we deduced that he'd been hit by an inline skater. Long story short - Max lost most of his teeth (hence the "Gumby" nickname), and his tongue would often hang out of his mouth when he was resting (see "Embarrassing photo #3 below)...
Max's Excellent Tree Adventure
Max's Lion Cut
Embarrassing Photo #1
Embarrassing Photo #2
Embarrassing Photo #3
Max and Peter
(The one and only time in his life that Max sat on
someone's lap for more than 30 seconds)
- we're retired!
I uploaded this photo to my site and sent it to all my e-mail friends on Sept. 22, 2003, the day I retired from my "day job" - but the photo was taken "a few years earlier" (as several of my "good friends" pointed out...)
wants in ---- NOW!
For a number of years, I did my website work in the spare bedroom upstairs. Max was an outdoor cat, but he also enjoyed being indoors. If I didn't hear him meowing at the back door from upstairs, he'd climb the fence between our place and next door, then jump to the top of the trellis and onto the first-floor roof of the neighbour's house. Then he'd walk to the far corner of the roof, nearest to where he could see the window of the room where I was working. Then he'd get my attention by meowing as loud as he could and as long as he needed to do so. I'd walk over to the window to acknowledge that I was on the way to let him in. We'd meet at the back door.
One fine day in August 2004, I thought it would be cool to have a record of this ritual, so I took a photo of him from the upstairs window while he howled from the roof next door. Then I rushed downstairs to record him on his route back down the trellis, the fence, the roof of our shed and finally the back door.
Born in the spring of 1981 (see photo), she was always friendly with humans, always nasty with every other cat in the house and the neighbourhood.
When her kidneys gave up the ghost a few weeks before Christmas 2001, she was twenty and a half years of age.
Abbey -- 1981 (with some strange bearded guy)
Three cats (Abbey, Max
and Min) in one shot
(very rare photo - Be vewy, vewy quiet)
and Max together - buddies
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"I got rid of my husband. The cat was allergic"
2. Put away dishes
3. Clean up cat puke
Cats of Parliament Hill Blog
Visit the cat colony on Parliament Hill - lots of photos and an ongoing, touching story of the bond between these animals and their two-legged devoted assistants who trudge out to Parliament Hill in fair weather and foul to tend to the needs of their feral feline friends.
An engineer's guide to cats (YouTube video)
Quotable Kitty Quotes
"Dogs come when they're called; cats take a message and get back to you later." - Mary Bly
"There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast." - Unknown
"How we behave toward cats here below determines our status in heaven." - Robert A. Heinlein
"There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats." - Albert Schweitzer
"If animals could speak the dog would be a a blundering outspoken fellow, but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much." - Mark Twain
"Of all God's creatures, there is only one that cannot be made slave
of the lash. That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with the cat it would
improve the man,
but it would deteriorate the cat." - Mark Twain
"As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat." - Ellen Perry Berkeley
"The cat has too much spirit to have no heart." - Ernest Menaul
"Dogs believe they are human. Cats believe they are God."
"Cats are smarter than dogs. You can't get eight cats to pull a sled through snow." - Jeff Valdez
"I like pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals." - Winston Churchill
"The purity of a person's heart can be quickly measured by how they regard animals."
"Woman, poets, and especially artists, like
cats; delicate natures only can realize their sensitive nervous systems." - Helen
The more you run over a dead cat, the flatter it gets." - Sonja Monsen
"Do not meddle in the affairs of cats, for they are subtle and will piss on your computer." - Bruce Graham
"Managing senior programmers is like herding cats." - Dave Platt
"You will always be lucky if you know how to make friends with strange cats." - Colonial American proverb
"Beware of people who dislike cats." - Irish proverb
"I love my cats because I love my home, and little by little they become its visible soul." - Jean Cocteau
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