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On Tonight’s Menu for the Raccoons
Dinner Dates with @TattleCat
A Look at One Hundred Years Ago: 1916
A Raccoon #Thanksgiving
I Knew It Was Going to Happen, but I Did It Anyway

Dinner Dates with @TattleCat

2016 you suckSo far 2016 is treating me like a baby treats a diaper.

I’m dealing with excruciating foot pain from the three falls I took last year. I’m also concerned about Herman’s weight loss.

I have an appointment with yet another foot clinic tomorrow. I’m going to insist on x-rays since the other two clinics didn’t take them. As I fell for the first time a year ago, and at the time they said I had plantar fasciitis… it took me that long to learn how to spell fasciitis…I’m now wondering whether I have a fracture and that’s why I’m not healing. I have trouble walking. Sometimes I’m standing still and a sharp pain shoots up my leg. Being in pain like this is so consuming. Everything else falls by the wayside — like writing novels and blogging and tweeting and Facebooking, etc etc. Except for Herman’s issues. That takes up the other percent of my attention. So if you’ve been wondering where I’ve been, now you know.

Even though Herman’s numbers aren’t quite in the zone where he needs to be on medication for hyperthyroidism, my vet wants him on Hills Y/D and nothing else. She says in order for it to work, he cannot eat anything else.

When my vet said this, it confirmed for me that she’s truly a dog person and knows only peripheral stuff about cats. When she said “nothing else” I distinctly heard Herm mumbled “Wanna bet?” under his breath.

Herman likes the Y/D food, both dry and canned. But — he wants variety. So after eating the same ol same ol for a couple of days, he refuses to eat another bite. He is wobble-walking from being underweight, and at 6.6 pounds he can’t afford to skip a meal. So yesterday the vet approved adding Iams Veterinary Formula Maximum Calorie canned food to the Hills Y/D diet. I ordered a case from and  I’m crossing my fingers he will eat it. At least its variety.

It’s not that Herman is struggling to eat. However, he’s in the kitty gravy lickers camp where they lap the gravy and leave the meat. I’ve chopped the meat into a mush and he will eat it, but clearly not enough to maintain a good weight. Plus he has a heart murmur, so he is on Atenolol – which I understand will induce weight loss. He was on amlopidine for two months for high blood pressure, created by the murmur, and that’s when his weight really dropped. So my vet took him off that a week ago.

Yesterday Herman really worked me over. He had me opening no less than six cans of different foods — anything just to get him to eat, but he would take a bite and then walk away. So frustrating! Especially when the rest of the Wonderpurr Gang was all too willing to help eat what was left in the can. None of them are underweight, especially Opie and Frank who are pushing their cat suits to the extreme.

Herman I'm Hungry

Anyway – I finally sat down with Herman to give him a pep talk to coax him to eat, and he did. I then realized he wanted a dinner date!

This morning he was again ignoring his dish. So again I sat down with him, and this time I scooped some of the food into a spoon and held it for him. He really liked that.

Not only does TattleCat want a dinner date, but he also wants his dinner date to spoon feed him.

I’m thinking this is the true definition of being pussy whipped.

I would love to hear from those of you who have been in this predicament with a finicky cat, and what foods, etc. helped your kitty to gain weight.

Thanks for stopping by, and have a Wonderpurr Day!

~Kimberley Koz

A Look at One Hundred Years Ago: 1916


What a difference a century makes. Here are some statistics from the Year 1916:

The average life expectancy for men was 49.6 years and for women 54.3 years. 0405_stl_pickford
Fuel for cars was sold in drug stores only.
Only 14 percent of the homes had a bathtub.
Only 8 percent of the homes had a telephone.

Most women only washed their hair once a month and used Borax or egg yolks for shampoo.

There was neither a Mother’s Day nor a Father’s Day.

Two out of every 10 adults couldn’t read or write and only 6 percent of all Americans had graduated from high school.

Eighteen percent of households had at least one full-time servant or domestic help.

Canada passed a law that prohibited poor people from entering into their country for any reason.

The American flag had 45 stars.

The population of Las Vegas, Nevada was 30.

The maximum speed limit in most cities was 10 mph.

The tallest structure in the world was the Eiffel Tower.

The average US wage in 1910 was 22 cents per hour.
The average US worker made between $200 and $400 per year.


A competent accountant could expect to earn $2000 per year.
A dentist made $2,500 per year. They charged $1.00 per filling.
A veterinarian between $1,500 and $4,000 per year.
And, a mechanical engineer about $5,000 per year.

More than 95 percent of all births took place at home. Born in 1916 were:

Beverly Cleary, author Kirk Douglas, actor
Gregory Peck, actor Betty Grable, actress
Dinah Shore, singer Walter Cronkite, newsman
Olivia deHavilland, actress Jackie Gleason, actor
Ferruccio Lamborghini, entrepreneur Sherwood Schwartz, tv producer

Ninety percent of all Doctors had no college education. Instead, they attended medical schools, many of which were condemned in the press and the government as “substandard.”

Marijuana, heroin, and morphine were all available over the counter at local corner drugstores. Back then pharmacists said, “Heroin clears the complexion, gives buoyancy to the mind, regulates the stomach, bowels, and is, in fact, a perfect guardian of health!”

The Five leading causes of death were:

Pneumonia and influenza
Heart disease

History-of-Makeup-A-Ladys-Beauty-Routine-in-1916-4Sugar cost four cents a pound.
Eggs were twenty cents a dozen.
Coffee was fifteen cents a pound.
Bread was four cents a loaf
Tuna was fourteen cents per can
You could buy a new sedan for $740
The cost of an Ounce of Gold was $20.72
The cost of a Movie Ticket was seven cents

Not yet invented in 1916 were:

Electric Iron Washing Machine Radio Vacuum Cleaner Model T Automobile
Self-winding watch Electric Blanket The Assembly Line Refrigerator Electric Dishwasher
Band-Aid Drive-in restaurant Sunglasses Audiometer Traffic Signal
Automatic Wrist Watch Bulldozer Instant Camera Loudspeakers Television
Bread Slicer Jukebox Garbage Disposal Electric razor Frozen food
Pop Up Toaster Canned beer Iced Tea Band-Aids Good Humor Ice Cream Bar

In the News for 1916

President: Woodrow Wilson
Vice President: Thomas R. Marshall
Population: 101,961,000

  • Congress authorizes a plan to expand the S. armed forcesover the next five years (June).
  • Montana voters elect 36-year-old Republican Jeannette Rankin, the first woman to serve in the U.S. Congress.
  • S. National Park Servicein the Department of the Interior is created by act of Congress (Aug. 20).
  • Margaret Sangeropens the first birth control clinic in the country at 46 Amboy St., Brooklyn.
  • Charlie Chaplin01-charlie-chaplin signs on with Mutual Studios and earns an unprecedented $10,000 a week.
  • George Jung produces the first fortune cookies, in Los Angeles.
  • Coca-Cola launches its curvaceous bottle, modeled on the cola nut.
  • William Boeing found his aircraft construction company.
  • John D Rockefeller becomes the first billionaire.
  • Albert Einsteincompletes his mathematical formulation of a general theory of relativity, which includes gravity.

 Federal spending: $0.71 billion

Consumer Price Index: 9

Unemployment: 5.1%

Cost of a first-class stamp: $0.02

There were about 230 reported murders in the ENTIRE U.S.A.!

Care to imagine what it will be like in another 100 years?

My Meme of Book

A Raccoon #Thanksgiving

At my house we indulge our inner child by providing a Thanksgiving meal for our wild life. I had hoped for a Normal Rockwell type photo shoot with our raccoons Huck and the sisters Becky, Darla and Franny with late-comer Junior, even Handsome our possum gathered around the “table” nomming on Old Yeller, peanuts, chopped bagels and whatever else we had on hand…but methinks the board kinda freaked them out, so my Rockwell plans went south. However, a few did take pity on me as I stood on the porch with my long lens and a hopeful look in my eyes. So, without further delay…here are my photos from the Koz Wildlife Thanksgiving:


A feast fit for raccoons, possums and fox…all of which visit our yard every night.


Junior (on the right) was born late so he’s undersized compared to the other 2015 babies. However, he’s making up for it by packing on the pounds in preparation for the coming winter. Here he is with his mom, Franny.


With food scarce during winter, we make sure our wildlife has enough to eat so they can hibernate with full tummies


Generations of Franny’s family have been coming to my yard since 2007. As raccoons keep snakes away, we think its adequate compensation to provide them with a thank you meal.


Junior and his pal, Handsome the possum, enjoy porch provisions, especially when its raining hard. I hope you enjoyed my wildlife Thanksgiving photo shoot.


I Knew It Was Going to Happen, but I Did It Anyway

Some call me brave, while others call me an idiot behind my back when I mention I usually take more than one cat at a time to the vet. Typically two, sometimes three. That way I don’t get charged for two separate office visits. Every dime helps when it comes to providing medical care for eleventy-billion cats like I do.

On Saturday I noticed Jesse’s nose looked puffy, just like this time last year when it ballooned overnight to the size of Karl Malden’s (or Adrien Brody’s if you’re under thirty and never saw The Streets of San Francisco, or remember the television commercials for American Express Travelers Checks in the 1970s and 1980s when he told us, “Don’t leave home without them.”)

By Monday Jesse’s nose had doubled in size with both cracking and bleeding. Clearly there is something nasty in our local air that is hurting my cat, so I have my calendar marked for next year to get him a Depomedrol injection before allergens wreak havoc on his poor snooter.

Jesse aka Karl Malden

Jesse does his impersonation of Karl Malden

After I made Jesse an appointment, I checked my cat records to see who else I could take in for ‘something’ and realized Frank was overdue for his annual vaccinations.

Frank! Oh ffffudge.

It couldn’t be sweet, shy little Dori or cool as a kitty cucumber Peaches. No. It had to be Frank. Read More

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