“Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.”
The Meaning of Life:
What is life
And why am I here?
To enjoy all the pleasures
and know all the cheer
Of chasing bugs and such,
Taking a nap;
Being treated as royalty,
For I am a cat!
I’m not vain,
Arrogant or proud;
I’m simply realistic
And say so out loud.
Everybody knows that
We’re great, you see;
Deserving of all compliments
That’s how it should be.
What is Life?
Why do we exist?
To give others perspective;
To teach and assist
The world in knowing
Its proper place
In the love and care of felines;
Admiring their grace.
Have you considered your pets and livestock in your emergency preparations???
They really need you to: They most likely will not be able to care for themselves.
Again, what you do will depend on where you live and the type of emergency for which you prepare. If you will likely be staying put, do you have extra food, water, first aid supplies and the means to deal with relieving breaks? If you are more likely to evacuate, where will you take your animals? Do you have supplies packed in the car for them? Leashes for dogs, carriers for cats, ways to transport birds?
In the United States, there are several sources of information. Here are two:
There are all sorts of suggestions and resources on this site.
Again, plenty of good advice for pets, as well as livestock.
FEMA, the Red Cross and CDC all have pages on their websites devoted to animals.
I found this one in the UK:
It’s pretty much everything you ever wanted to know about preparedness, and more! Very comprehensive.
I did a search for other countries as well: Everyone had something.
Part of the reason I got on this kick is that there are serious occurances of all sorts every year. AS I mentioned in my last post, hazardous winter conditions are a probability where I live. Tornados, hurricanes and earthquakes? Hmm, not so much. However, we are close enough to an earthquake zone, we will get refugees, WHEN there is one.
My plan includes stockpiling food and water, closing off unsafe areas so that frightened kitties don’t get themselves in trouble, first aid, including meds to relieve pain or anxiety, if needed.
One more question; then I’ll find a new topic for my next post (I promise!!!)
Where is your plan? A hard copy with all important papers, addresses, information, etc., in more than one place – One in the house; one in each car…. is the best idea: You can access it at any time.
There are apps for phones and moble devices, in case you want your plan to be available in electronic form as well.
May you N E V E R need to use this information! If you do, you will be so glad that you prepared in advance.
My neighbor sent me this. It’s cute, although my cat, Priscilla, didn’t think so – She jumped down and walked away.
Kitten vs robotic dog:
He is a happy kitten these days.
He is one of the blessed ones: He was found, shortly after being dumped at a State park.
When my neighbor first brought him home, he had to have milk because he wasn’t up to regular cat food just yet.
Now, he eats well.
He is learning how to wear a leash to go outdoors.
His biggest worry is, what toy should he play with next?
It is really amazing that he wasn’t caught by a cougar or coyote.
Not to preach tooo much here:
If you are thinking about having an animal, consider your choice very carefully: animals require care; to have one is to take on full responsibility for it’s health and welfare.
If you find that you can’t have a pet after all, take it to the Humane society or see to it that your animal gets a new home.
Dumping animals, especially babies, is cruel beyond description.
In the US, National Animals’ Rights Day was June 8.
While that particular day is past, it’s still June, so Priscilla would like to share her story:
I don’t remember being picked up out of the feed trough; I was still a baby, just 3 months old.
I was on a farm, dumped there by the people who had my mommy. I didn’t know how to hunt or find water – no one had taught me that.
Finally, I was so thirsty and hungry, but I didn’t have any strength left.
I nudged my brother, but he didn’t move. There was no life left in him.
My sister was dead, too.
I climbed into a big trough. Sometimes, there was water or bits of food there. It was empty.
I laid down, so weak, tired and sleepy.
Then, hands picked me up. I couldn’t fight All of my strength was gone.
Next, liqquid was in my mouth and going down my throat.
Then, more liqquid. I was beginning to feel better.
Then, yummy smelling food was in front of me. I couldn’t eat very much, yet I wanted more.
As I became more aware and gained strength, I also became afraid: What is this strange place!
I hid under a gigantic bed with Cille. She was another kitten on the farm.
One day, this sweet person came. First, she held me, then Cille.
Before I knew it, I was in a carrier; then, I was in a home with the woman. There was also a big, black, friendly dog and oh boy! A bird to try catching!
Okay, I’m not allowed to stare at, jump on the cage of or otherwise harass the bird…
Now I am happy. My pet human says I have a softball tummy.
I don’t go outside, even though my person would let me: Too frightening out there.
Indoors with all the food, water, toys and attention I could ever want is good enough for me!
*Priscilla was dumped on a farm when she was just a tiny kitten. she almost didn’t make it: Her siblings were already dead, and she maybe had a couple hours or so left, but some friends rescued her just in time.
I don’t have words to describe how cruel it is for people to dump animals.
If you have some you don’t want, please take them to the Humane Society: That is why it is there.