Saturday, November 24, 2012



Look what I put up with!

I think I was born with dog in my veins.  Growing up with dogs, the extremes of our two dogs having a litter, and now with six dogs.  I get dogs.  Most of the time we are on the same level.  Their logic and reasoning most of the time makes sense to me.  I think they are much easier than most humans and more fun to be a part of their time here are Earth.  But cats...I'm still deeply confused.  I used to think I knew them.  I had three previous cats who were probably more like dogs and while they were simple cats, they were beautiful and just as complex, but I understood them.  They made sense to me.

Mr. Innocent
And then I got Boxer.

And it was like he was all wrong from the start.  Everything about him was wild as a tiger.  If I didn't know better he probably fits the description of a feral cat the way he acts.  So much of the time we are in a state of aggravation with each other.  He is bullheaded, large, dominating, pushy, and bossy.  My three cats before ruined me for what a cat could be like.  They were all quite laid back and mellow while Boxer is on the other side of the spectrum.  And he knows it.  He knows how to push my buttons and he can be a bully for getting what he wants.  I talked about cats energy before and Boxer's is so demanding and on throttle all of the time.  He drives me crazy sometimes.  It has been rather difficult since losing my heart cats to have the same kind of relationship with Boxer as I had with them.  And sometimes it is a struggle to let go and accept Boxer is Boxer. I really try, but I have trouble knowing how to communicate with the powerful force that he is.  I love him, but our aggravation game is getting in the way of knowing how to handle my emotions better.

And so it's like this...
She should have known I was different when I pooped on her lap on that first ride home.  There was no more Sparky (her just buried heart cat) and I was going to make sure I was nothing like him, I am me.  Oh, I made my point in several ways, climbing the drapes and screen door, I had more energy than I knew what to do with and I always found a way to use it!  Then she started calling me Sparky.  SPARKY!  MY NAME IS BOXER!!  I don't care if we were close in our looks, my mannerisms never strayed from who I am, Boxer.

Hell yeah, I'm mad!!
Then Claw died (other heart cat) and 9 days later you find the Princess Leia.  Then a month later a puppy, then 8 months later the oldest dogs dies, then six months after that there are ten puppies and two parent dogs taking over the house.  And now there is a total of six.  Hell yeah, I think I've got a right to have an attitude.  So if it means taking over your chair so that I'm guaranteed some one on one with you then so be it.  And if it means head butting your hands like crazy because you've spent most of the day with Muttville than suffer.  After all I love you and it's always your lap I want, alone, together with you.  And if that's what it takes, then that's what it takes.  I want my little piece of heaven with you too.  :)

     You want your spot??  Fight me for it!!


Saturday, November 17, 2012

Kitty Radar or Canine?

Boxer's mom here:

Cats have such a different energy than dogs, don't you think?  Like they are at a higher frequency.  I know it has been said they are at a higher level than dogs and can have insight into other dimensions.  Yet while I find more of a spiritual connection with my dogs, I have experienced it with Boxer and Leia, but cats seem to be at a level I can't interpret as well as I can with my dogs.  Since I grew up with dogs, I instantly connected with them very young, learning and following their body language, but cats are still a mystery to me.  I started this blog to try to understand or at least learn what I could about those inner feline workings.

I'm taking you to your new kitty leader
I think I've got a grasp on Boxer, but Leia is like from a whole different universe.  I have no idea how to put the way she is into words, unless I made some up.  She is a conglomeration of spirits that seem to make up this creature that can't be describe, like an angel or an alien.  There isn't one word that fits her nor is there a group of words that can accurately capture her in full.  She is like an entirely different being.  And I constantly find myself in awe of her.  We still connect, we have our moments but honestly is still beyond my comprehension who she really is.  

My beautiful Heart Cat, Claw
I got Princess Leia 9 days after I buried my heartcat Claw.  Claw was female Siamese or at least part, except she looked like a grey tabby.  Leia is a full blooded Seal Point Siamese (your classic looking Siamese with dark face, legs, and tail and half dark/half tan body) After I brought her home, I quit grieving for Claw.  It was like Claw was right here with me, inside of Leia.  They could have been twins.  So it has been an odd yet comforting experience, no matter what level Leia may be at.  I could never describe Claw's personality to anyone either.  She had that same out-of-this-universe type of attitude and I could never really put my finger on it.

Try as I might I find it difficult to tune into the cats frequencies.  Sometimes I get it, I mean I really get it, like when we are alone and in rhythm, but I'm so dog orientated it is challenging to really synchronize with them.  That's why they think the dogs are rotting my brains.  mol!  They have been for many years, but I keep trying with the Boxer and Leia.  If they could just dial down a few notches then maybe I would only have a go up a couple to reach their world.  I know I won't stop trying if they keep giving me chances.  :)

So what about you, do you think cats have a higher radar than dogs?  Do you find it easier to connect with dogs or cats and why?


Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Is it summer yet?

She let me outside all summer to hang out with her and Muttville.  I know, I know, but I had to take what I could get.  Nothing like being rounded up by the mutts who tried to throw their superficial superiority over me.  No respect from those ruthless canines.  BUT, I did get to eat and vomit grass (my favorite), run around the yard and nap in the warm sun.  Now usually you've got to fight me away from an open door, but not at this time of year!


Are you kidding me???
It's friggin cold out here!!

What happen to the warm sunshine puddles and the gentle breeze and the little birdies and bugs to chase???

Someone wake me when it's spring.  :(