Jun 12, 2010

One Minute of Kittens Being Cute

There is nothing like a pile of teeny, adorable kittens to brighten your day. So here's one minute of pure, uninterrupted cuteness... Enjoy!

Note from Cute: I know the still screen of this video is a weird joker, but trust me -- it's cute kitties. Click play! :)

Also, I want to say a sincere thank you to everyone who left me such kind words on my post about Daddy Meow going to the Bridge. Yesterday was a little bit easier with all your nice comments coming in all day. I can't even begin to explain how I felt reading each one. I am so lucky to have such an incredible set of friends who truly understand. Thank you all, again, for being so special.

Jun 11, 2010

The Bridge Just Got a Whole Lot Cuter

Friends, it is with tons of sadness and a really heavy heart that I tell you that I had to help a very special kitty friend to the Bridge yesterday.

Daddy Meow, as many of you know, was one of two parking lot kitties (The Meows!) that I have loved, fed, cared for and considered a part of my family for almost three years now. To call Daddy and his best friend, Little Meow, parking lot kitties is a huge understatement. I was their mommy -- they knew it, I knew it, and so did everyone else in entire office park.

I am still Little Meow's mommy. But yesterday, I did the hardest thing a mommy could ever have to do for Daddy... I had to say goodbye.

Daddy was one of the sweetest cats you'll ever meet. He lived outside, but you could hardly call him feral. He came when I called him (and if that didn't work, a jingle of my keys would do the trick; he knew the sound of my keys from everyone else's), he had breakfast, lunch and dinner every day, I would visit on weekends, let him get in my car with the heater on on cold days and even bring him turkey on Thanksgiving.

Daddy liked to be petted on the top of his head, but he'd sometimes get a little skittish and I'd have to reach my hand out long and lean in slowly to pet him -- and then he was all love. He loved to rub on my legs, and when I crouch down to pet him, he would just go in circles around me, rubbing my thighs, my hips, my hands, my arms... whatever was closest.

Sometimes (a lot of times, actually), Daddy would rather be petted than eat. I would find myself walking over to the food and petting him there so he'd see it and go eat some. He loved to love, and I loved to love him.

Here is a video of him doing just that... There is a pile of his favorite food, but he'd rather me love him. Love at what a gorgeous cat Daddy was! (This video is before Little Meow had her kittens and I got her spayed.)

Daddy's favorite food in the whole wide world was Friskies Seafood Sensations dry food. It trumped even Fancy Feast! What a crazy cat, huh? And when it came to canned food, his favorite was Friskies Tuna and Egg. Mmmm... the gravy in that was especially delicious apparently.

He spent his day sleeping either under my car or on my convertible top. I like to call it their hammock. I could look down from the kitchen in my office and see him and Little Meow on my car, and just love knowing they were there and happy and comfortably stretched out on their safe place. My parking space was his home.

If you biggify the picture, squint and trust me, the black stuff on top of my car is The Meows!

Sometimes when I'd get to work or come on the weekends, Daddy wouldn't be right there waiting. But I knew the other spots in the parking lot he hung out at, so me and Little Meow (she is almost always there waiting!) would walk around the parking lot together, Little Meow prancing right next to me at my ankles and me jingling my keys and yelling out "Daaaaaaadddddddyyyyyy..." until he popped out of his favorite bushes.

Then the three of us would walk over to my car for the regular buffet of their favorites that I keep in my trunk. I always thought it was funny that I'd be walking around a parking lot just yelling for my Daddy. :)

And he loved his water. I always made sure that I stuck around long enough for him to finish eating so he could have his water before any other parking lot critters (we have raccoons and ducks) came over and dumped it being greedy. Food first, then water. He had his routine and it broke my heart if some stupid bird knocked over his water bowl before he had a chance to get to it and I had no more water with me to refill it.

Daddy and his Friskies... and the water right there waiting!

Daddy was a gentle, sweet cat. He hardly ever meowed, and if he did it was soft and delicate. He would just look at me with his big, beautiful green eyes and I could see the love there. He didn't have to tell me; he showed me. I always loved the way he'd look up at me like that while I pet him.

Yesterday morning, I dropped Daddy off at the vet. I had noticed he was losing a lot of weight, and after trying to stuff him and not succeeding in fattening him up, me and a good friend who feeds some other cats in the office park decided we should get him checked out.

I was hoping for worms or, at worst, some mildly major thing that we might not be able to treat but that he'd be able to come back to the parking lot to live out his life with Little Meow, on my car and with my love. But it didn't happen that way.

The vet called around lunchtime with the heartbreaking diagnosis: Daddy had a huge mass in his abdomen the size of a baseball. Cancer. And it was bad. He recommended euthanasia.

My heart shattered.

I wanted him to come back home. He was just purring and loving on me the day before! Now this? I asked 100 questions -- Was he in pain? How long would he live? Would he suffer? Has he been suffering?

The vet didn't think Daddy had much time left, and that the time he had would not be good, so I realized the best way I could help Daddy right now was to help him to the Bridge. And I wanted to be there with him when he went. I didn't want him to go alone.

So we went right to the vet, said goodbye to one of the best cats I'll ever know and petted him and kissed him when the time came.

He is at peace now, and so am I, but it still hurts. Like Dana of The Creek Cats said, there is a huge Daddy-Meow-sized chunk missing out of my heart.

I loved that guy and I'm going to miss him probably more than I can imagine. We are having him cremated and I'm going to spread his ashes in his favorite bushes by my parking space. It's where he belongs... back home with Little Meow.

Thanks for letting me share him with you. I'm so thankful he shared himself with me.

Jun 10, 2010

Luke the Cat Takes a Shower

I have long since stopped trying to give my cats a bath -- like 10 years ago when Pimp refused to be bathed anywhere but on my back, so he crawled his way up over my shoulder and down my back and stood there while my roommate proceeded to suds Pimp up while he simultaneously clawed my back and drenched me with water.

How much smoother would that process have been if Pimp would just shower himself...

Jun 9, 2010

Sneaky Seagull Steals Cat's Food

This seagull's got a lot of guts to just march in the house like this and swipe the cat's food! And with the cat right there watching, too!

If this happened in my house, there is no way the bird would get away with it...

Did you see the one where the sneaky raccoon steals a doormat?

Thanks to Cute's friends @mariodacat and Kelly for sharing this fun seagull vs. cat video!

Jun 8, 2010

Two Cats Tuesday: Tricky Whiskers

Happy Two Cats Tuesday, Cuteheads!

Today I have a little puzzle for you. Well, it's not really a puzzle, but it's puzzling... Pimp's whiskers are playing tricks on us!

What do I mean? Well, let's take a look...

You see his eyebrow whiskers? There are definitely more on the left side of the picture than the right, correct?

Now look at this one... Same day, two minutes later, there are definitely more eyebrow whiskers on the right side!

Are eyebrow whiskers called whiskers, too? I'm not even sure, but I guess it doesn't really matter. The point is, Pimp's are tricky!

When it comes to whiskers, though -- nobody beats Moo!

Have a cute day, everyone!

Jun 7, 2010

Begging Kitty Begs Politely

Whoever said it's not polite to beg has never met this cute kitty. In fact, I think if Betty was my cat, I'd beg her to beg me (which is I think what her mommy is doing in the video, actually...).

With this precious little paw move, she could have whatever she wants!

NOTE FROM CUTE: Oops! Looks like they took the video down. :( But don't worry, here's another cute begging kitty!

P.S. I think her name is Betty... Does anyone hear it differently? Let me know! :)

Jun 6, 2010

Stick 'Em Up Kitty

James the kitten knows the drill. You point the finger gun at him and say "Stick 'em up!" and... well, he sticks 'em up.

More bang, bang kitty, please.

More cute posts