Cat Chat by Chris Stalker V.N
Happy New Year!
Greetings to all readers of OUR CATS! I hope you enjoyed the Christmas and New Year festivities and wish you and your cats good health and success in 2007.
Oxygen masks for pets
Maureen Salmon, writing for the Star-Ledger in New Jersey, reports that a New Jersey pet charity, ADOPT (Animal Dignity Organisation of Pequannock Township), recently spent about $200 for six sets of animal oxygen masks. These will be used by emergency workers to treat pets for smoke inhalation, near-drownings or even electrocutions.
Three sets of masks have been donated to the police department, while two have been given to fire officials and one reserved for Animal Control Officer Terri Declet to keep in her official vehicle or to use at the Pequannock Animal Shelter, which she also manages.
ADOPT President, Ann Yater said the organization learned about the animal masks from a neighbouring town that made a similar purchase. The funds came from proceeds from several fundraisers the group runs each year, including a holiday tree ornament sponsorship and a buy-a-brick campaign that will beautify the animal shelter’s walkways and garden.
How things have changed
Judge Margaret Kidd very kindly sent me the above front cover of an old copy of Fur & Feather (dated March 23rd 1978), which she found whilst unwrapping something in her attic!
Fur & Feather was the predecessor of ‘Cats’ magazine (later to become OUR CATS) and it carried a small section on the cat fancy, in addition to other small pets such as rabbits and guinea pigs as well as birds.
The Front Cover Cat’s name is Champion Vaillencourt Solomon, bred by Sue and Malcolm Elliott and owned by Mrs Maline Webb of Emsworth, Hants.
It is very interesting to see how the Siamese type has altered over the years! Margaret wonders if readers could recollect the cat’s breeders or owners…if you do, please write in to this column!
Siamese Cat Club Welfare Trust
The Members of Hubbell Bubbell are attempting to raise money for Siamese Cat Club Welfare Trust. There are many Siamese Cats & Other Breed cats needing homes at Siamese Rescue, we have decided to try to adopt all of the cats at Siamese Rescue to help with the vast costs of looking after these loving cats. If you would like to help donate to the appeal, please send cheques or postal orders to: SCCWT, 29 St Birstan Gardens, Andover, Hants, SP10 4NY.
Cat lover Saint?
Recent newspaper reports state that ashes which had been thought to be those of Joan of Arc, may actually belong to a cat. The ashes were discovered in 1867 and have been kept at a museum in Chinon in western France. Joan of Arc prevented a British invasion but was then burnt at the stake as a witch by the English in 1431, aged 19.
Now, carbon-dating tests have identified a cat’s femur and rib bone in the ashes.
Anthropologist Philippe Charlier said the discovery tallied with the medieval practice of throwing a black cat on a witch’s pyre to appease the devil. He told the Sun newspaper: “This femur is not burnt, just a bit charred, so maybe we are just dealing with a passing cat. The chances that we are dealing with the remains of the French heroine are diminishing.”
A new kind of scam has hit the USA. Jennifer Squires, writing for the Santa Cruz Sentinel, reports that this particular scam targets people who’ve posted classified ads offering rewards for the return of valuable property or pets they’ve lost. The crooks scour classified ads online to find vulnerable people, according to authorities.
They tell victims they are long-haul truck drivers or movers who have found the lost item or pet, but the property or pet is now hundred of miles away – “Wire the reward to Western Union and the missing property or pet will be returned”, they say! “I think the bottom line for me is, if you’re asked to wire money to someone you don’t know, it’s a scam,” said Robin Gysin, coordinator of the Consumer Affairs Division of the District Attorney’s Office.
No doubt this scam will be coming to our shores in the future…beware!
A cat’s New Year Resolutions
My human will never let me eat her pet hamster, and I am at peace with that.
I will not puff my entire body to twice its size for no reason after my human has finished watching a horror movie.
I will not slurp fish food from the surface of the aquarium.
I must not help myself to Q-tips, and I must certainly not proceed to stuff them down the sink’s drain.
I will not eat large numbers of assorted bugs, then come home and puke them up so the humans can see that I’m getting plenty of roughage.
I will not lean way over to drink out of the tub, fall in, and then rush straight to the box of clumping cat litter. (It took FOREVER to get the stuff out of my fur.)
I will not stand on the bathroom counter, stare down the hall, and growl at NOTHING after my human has finished watching The X-Files.
I will not use the bathtub to store live mice for late-night snacks.
I will not perch on my human’s chest in the middle of the night and stare into her eyes until she wakes up.
We will not play Herd of Thundering Wildebeests Stampeding Across the Plains of the Serengeti over any humans’ bed while they’re trying to sleep.
Screaming at the can of food will not make it open itself.
I cannot leap through closed windows to catch birds outside. If I forget this and bonk my head on the window and fall behind the couch in my attempt, I will not get up and do the same thing again.
I will not assume the patio door is open when I race outside to chase leaves.
I will not intrude on my human’s candle-lit bubble bath and singe my bottom.
I will not stick my paw into any container to see if there is something in it. If I do, I will not hiss and scratch when my human has to shave me to get the rubber cement out of my fur.
If I bite the cactus, it will bite back.
When it rains, it will be raining on all sides of the house.
It is not necessary to check every door.
Birds do not come from the bird feeder. I will not knock it down and try to open it up to get the birds out.
The dog can see me coming when I stalk her. She can see me and will move out of the way when I pounce, letting me smash into floors and walls. That does not mean I should take it as a personal insult when my humans sit there and laugh.
I will not play “dead cat on the stairs” while people are trying to bring in groceries or laundry, or else one of these days, it will really come true.
When the humans play darts, I will not leap into the air and attempt to catch them.
I will not swat my human’s head repeatedly when she’s on the family room floor trying to do sit-ups.
When my human is typing at the computer, her forearms are not a hammock. Computer and TV screens do not exist to backlight my lovely tail.
I am a walking static generator.
My human doesn’t need my help installing a new board in her computer.
My thanks to Rosanna McKenzie for sending the above feline New Year Resolutions.