Posted on 09/15/2014 11:03:37 AM PDT by Kaslin
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RUSH: A year ago, a little over a year ago now, the beloved Punkin the cat passed away. After 14 years, kidney failure, which resulted in her refusing to eat because she knew -- the vet told us, anyway -- that eating would poison her. Instinct told her so she wasn't eating anything, just withering away, and there was nothing to be done. So we put her to sleep and waited a couple of months and went out and got a new Punkin, an Abyssinian, different color. Punkin was a ruddy. This one is a tawny.
It's a completely different cat. This one we named Allie. It's an Abyssinian, but personality-wise, a lunatic. An absolute insane lunatic cat, totally different personality. So much so that we have not let her live in but two rooms of the house, the bedroom and my library. "Liberry," for those of you in Rio Linda.
The reason is not that we fear she will get lost, because we plugged up all the things that she could sneak into and get lost, you know, down in the foundation of the house. We've got all those tunnels and secret passageways plugged from long ago. But shortly after getting her, I guess three months after we got her I'm sitting in my library, and there's a two-story, two-floor library that's open from floor to ceiling and the second floor has a banister that runs all the way around it. It's a rectangle room, the banister runs around. The banister, it's a hand railing about three, four feet off the ground.
I'm sitting down there on my couch one day and I'm looking up, and she's on that banister. The banister is two to three inches wide. I'm thinking, how the hell did she get up there? I'm saying, "Oh, my gosh! I hope nobody comes in the door and makes a startling sound that scares her," because I didn't want her losing her balance. She'd fall 20 feet. I said, "Gee whiz, how did this happen?"
Prior to that, she had wormed her way through the vertical -- I don't know how to describe this -- the vertical bars in the banister to get to the inside ledge up there, which is about six inches. There's plenty of room there. But she jumped up four feet from the floor. There's no way to climb. There's nothing to climb on. She had to jump up there. And if she had lost her balance, she'd have come plummeting down 20 feet and I would never have known it 'til she hit.
So I said, "Okay, roping off the upstairs." I made a temporary cardboard door preventing her from going upstairs. So she's been living in two rooms.
We decided over the weekend that this poor cat cannot live her life in two rooms. So we're gonna open it all up late this afternoon, early this evening. We're gonna let her out of the bedrooms, open the door and just see what happens. Because if she falls, she falls. Can't watch her 24/7.
And when I say "insane," I mean funny insane, just a crazy personality. She plays fetch. She brings me things for me to throw so she'll go get 'em. And then when I bend down to pick 'em back up after she's brought it to me she darts at me like she's trying to get it from me before I can get it. Just the funniest cat. So we're gonna open up her world this afternoon, and I'm gonna be sitting down there waiting in bated breath, 'cause it's not just the library.
Inside the front door the same circumstance exists, the second floor foyer. I'm comforted by the fact that I have read stories of cats surviving falls of much -- they land on their feet. They've got spines of linguine anyway.
Now, I thought of getting pillows and a bunch of stuff to put down there on the floor in case she slips. And, you know, you can't say anything. You can't tell a cat "get off of that." She won't listen. I mean, it's impossible.
So that's what we're gonna do this afternoon, late this afternoon, unless something comes up. But the poor thing, I mean, can't live her life in two rooms. You gotta let 'em go at some point, right? It's like a kid, turning 'em loose, letting 'em go at age 18. You gotta let 'em go. Same thing with a cat.
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I came home from work one day and found my cat’s fetch toy on the seat where I always sit. LOL, left me a hint.
Add to that the fact that they have never, ever, mentioned that the alleged lunar landing of our astronauts in Apollo 11 was a complete hoax and actually filmed in the desert surrounding Area 51........
You and me are on the same page bro!
Problems solved. She's still full of beans (age 8) but livable.
If you look at my home page, in the first picture you will see the extent of any interaction I have with my cat Squeek...........
Stick to the issues Rush,no more cat talk, no more beating the ho talk!!
Now I am going to watch a cat playing with a lemon.
That is great. we used to have a Siamese that loved his walks. He would get intensely excited when I got his harness out.
We have a big black tom that will play fetch and also ‘shake hands’- although he’s not fond of the latter.
Thanks for the ping. I saw this on the facebook earlier today. For some reason, this story just made my day.
A cat will mend a wounded heart. Unknown
My pleasure.
Count me in...love when he talks about the cat.
I have a long haired tuxedo that LIVES to play fetch...and with anything. I have a pole with a string and a piece of cloth at the end. I throw like a missile and she brings that back to me consistently with enthusiasm.
LOL...that was funny....
Dog people are dependent and needy...and usually outgoing & loud. They crave attention, hate ot be alone, are needy and have to be loved. Cat people are independent, can survive without the constant need for attention. Besides, dogs smell, are loud, need to have you clean them and let them out 10x a day...etc. ON the other hand, having a dog around the clean the litter box out might be handy. A built in maid for the cat.
He wouldn’t have a dog if he wasn’t married to Catherine.
I bought some steps and for a while he would jump up onto the bed and take the steps down.
Last night I saw him use the steps to access the bed . Looks like he has trained himself.
Rush's cat sure looks like a handful. I hope he and Katherine get a lot of pleasure out of her.
So what you are saying is cat people are lazy.
No. I’m saying cat people are smarter, don’t have to be adored constantly and have time to do more things than let a dog out 10 times a day.
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