For more information, go to Pet Poison Helpline.
For more information, go to Pet Poison Helpline.
At my house, everyone is gaining weight…except me, but that’s another story. Since joining our home this summer, Candy has gained 3-4 pounds. Mom says whenever a stray is adopted they will over-eat for the first year, and gain weight. She says that has to do with fear of going hungry again. They are storing up fats. Except once you’re adopted at my house…you’re in for Life.
With that said, if your fur kid is over weight, you may not be feeding them the right food. As you know, there are twelve of us at my house. Some are outside cats, but most of us are indoor kitties. Only Frank is an indoor/outdoor cat, and for the past few months he’s developed a habit of coming in from yard patrol and heading right for the kitchen where he yells to be fed. Mom has been distracted with stuff and has been giving in to him. Except…
Except when Frank eats, the opening of the kibble container is like the ringing of the dinner bell. Everyone comes running for a snack. Candy used to prefer only canned food. She rejected kibble. But now she sits with her head deep inside the kibble container and as a result she’s stretching the limits of her cat suit.
Mom worries about what to feed all of us. If she could afford to, she would feed us the Number 1 Best Ever Selling Cat Food in the Universe. But that ain’t gonna happen. So she’s always interested in learning more about how to feed us and keep us fit and trim, and above all–HEALTHY!
Recently Mom was contacted by Reviews.com with an Infographic Guide on cat food ingredients. They also provided a link to their research process. I think you’ll find it inpurresting. They said they analyzed 1,759 cat food formulas and found only 152 that were produced by a trustworthy brand with high-quality, risk-free ingredients. Gosh! If you’re interested in reading that, click this link to read: http://www.reviews.com/cat-food/
Below is Reviews.com Infographic – A Quick Guide to Cat Food Ingredients. Go forth and learn!
A Wonderpurr Year 2016: A Video Newsletter to our furends:
There was no snow that night in Bethlehem, 2000 years ago. Instead the black velvet skies were filled with a breathtaking array of stars. One star in particular had a startling brilliance and shed its light directly over a small, lowly stable. There within lay a newborn child wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger with his bedding made from the clean sweet grasses provided to feed the animals.
Although that long-ago night was cold, the snug stable was warmed by the body heat of the animals that crowded around the tiny child. From the loft a small cat with gray and black stripes watched the shepherds and wise men who arrived to welcome the child.
As the hour grew late, the visitors departed, leaving the new family alone. Only the animals remained, and were welcomed to approach and sniff the baby. One by one they came forward: the mare, the cow and her calf, the mother goat with her twin babies. Only the small cat maintained her distance.
As the night turned colder, the child cried out, rousing the young mother from her sleep. Trying not to disturb her husband, Mary fed her baby, tended to his clothing, and rocked him in her arms. But he would not be soothed.
An hour passed and still he cried. She laid him on her shoulder and patted his back, and sang softly to him. For a moment he ceased his crying to listen, but soon he again wept. In defeat, his mother laid him again in the manger. “I know you are cold,” she whispered, “but I have nothing more to warm you.”
Hearing this, the gray and black striped cat climbed down from the loft to approach the manger. When the young mother did not shoo her away, the cat climbed the manger to gaze down at the child. After a moment of curious inspection, she crept closer to sniff the baby, and then lay down beside the crying child.
The baby’s flailing arms brushed the cat’s silky soft fur. At his touch, the cat began to purr the song her mother had purred to her. And as she purred, the child ceased to cry. His waving hands brushed again and again against the cat’s soft fur. At last soothed by the cat’s purring, the child slept and the cat curled into a sleepy ball beside him.
Watching her child and the cat cuddle together, Mary’s heart swelled with gratitude and she lay her hand in thanks on the striped cat’s head. “Blessings upon you, dear Tabby, for this sweet gift given to me and my child.” And where she touched the cat’s brow, there appeared an M—the sign of the Madonna’s benediction.
From that day forward, all tabbies are honored with a large “M” on their brow for the great service performed that first Christmas night by their ancestor.
May the peace of that first Christmas be with you and yours as you celebrate the birth of the Christ Child.
Welcome back, pals! I hope you are enjoying a relaxing, stress-free week. There are only 15 more shopping days till Christmas. I found this out when I overheard my mom on the phone telling someone that she’s doing EVERYTHING and the stress is making her roots turns grey.
Why do hoomons stress so much? Christmas is meant to be a joyous celebration, but with the pressure to get presents bought & wrapped & mailed and holiday cards addressed & stamped & mailed… the joy quickly turns to angst.
Good thing I’m a cat. We have staff to buy our presents and a mail our Chrispmouse cards.
I hope you are enjoying the review of my Case Notes on my first case, The Dancing Ghosts. Looking back on this particular chapter, I have to admit I smiled a lot while reading Dori’s parts. Except for when she threw up on Blunden’s Oriental. I wonder if he ever found out? The grass Dori barfed kinda matched the color on his old rug.
Anyway! Season Two of Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries starts January 27th. I can’t wait to see what happens. Seriously. Mom has been busy doing Christmas stuff and I’m still waiting for us to begin work on Season Two. (sigh!)
You can click on the image below to read my case notes on The Dancing Ghosts – Part Three, or click here to visit the Archive Page where all of my Case Notes from Season One are listed.
I hope you enjoy reading my adventures. Your comments are always welcome and appreciated.
Please be sure to come back for Season Two starting January 27, 2017. And please, have a Wonderpurr Day.~ Herman!!!
Hi pals! Guess what? As of today, November 15th, there are only FORTY shopping days left until Christmas!
Uh oh! Sorry! Okay, put your head between your paws… Breathe in… Breathe out. It’s gonna be all right! Why? Cuz I’m here to help you make your Christmas shopping a little easier, plus you can give the Gift of Life on top of it. How’s that?
Most of you already know about Four Paws Lifeline, the 501(c)(3) non-profit organization started by Karen and David Brothers, the pawrents of my beautiful wife, Belle. But for those of you who don’t, here’s what they’re all about: Read More
Hi pals! Herman here. Well, it’s getting old around here. I’m not talking bout my mom sliding into another year, kicking and screaming. I’m talking bout my little sisfur, Dori.
Two weeks ago I posted Dori’s story, Frank Saved My Life, about when she was nearly strangled by an evil vine in our yard, and Frank came to her rescue. Then, a week later, SHE DID IT AGAIN!
This time she actually jumped…or maybe fell over the fence. You know Dori. She excels in Clumsy. Anyway, she wasn’t supposed to even be in the yard. Mom said she couldn’t have yard privileges until next spring. But then Aunt Janeson and a few others came to her defense, saying maybe she should be given a second chance…blah blah blah. And Mom gave her that second chance.
Let me reassure you…after what went down last week, THERE ARE NO MORE SECOND CHANCES!
I will now turn the mic over to Dori who can finish telling you her story. Read More
My Vacation in the Mountains
by Herman TattleCat
The mountains were big.
The bears were dangerous.
I slept a lot.
There is something about fresh mountain air that makes me sleepy. Well. I’m a cat, so I do sleep up to 18 hours a day no matter where I am… But, mountain air has that special sumthin’ that pulls every ounce of energy out of me.
I was in the middle of writing my weekly column when something scary happened to my little sisfur. I read somewhere that talking about upsetting things helps to release the fear so it doesn’t…you know. Bore others by talking about it. So I thought it would be a good idea for Dori to write about it and get it out of her system so I don’t have to hear about it after today.
So please welcome my guest columnist, Dori, who will share a traumatic event that may scar her for life. Or at least until tomorrow. ~ Herman!!!
Dori: I was traumatized the other day in my very own backyawd! But Fwank came to my rescue. Fwank saved my life!
It all began when I went into the yawd to enjoy the sunshine with my brofurs Fwank and Opie. Mom was busy working at the table, but she checked on us every few minutes.
To be honest, in the past I’ve had poor listening skills. I think I may have Attenshun Deffy-sit Dis-odor. Mom always tells me to stay in the yawd. To not jump on the fence. “But Mom!” I argue. “Fwank gets to jump the fence!”
Mom makes an excuse for him, saying he’s older and has something called street smarts that I’m severely lacking as I was only 3 months old when I was adopted.
Herman: Hey Dori! Get to the point. You have 500 words and you’re halfway through them.
Dori: Ohhh-kay. Well, I kinda forgot on purpose about keeping all four paws on the ground, and I decided to climb a twee in the corner where I’d seen my daddy, Nikolas, sitting on a ledge. When I got up there I was shocked to see a whole new world on the other side of the fence. There was caws and bushes and gwass and gawbage cans…
Herman: You now have less than 200 words.
Dori: Suddenly! I felt something gwab my collar and wrap itself around my neck, CHOKING ME! While I quietly struggled in despurration, Mom stepped outside and started to do roll-call. Suddenly! Fwank hauled tail over to the corner of the yawd where I was quietly DYING in the tree. Mom thought it very stwange of Frank to do that, so she followed to see what he was looking at. That’s when she saw me. At first she thought I was trying to get down cuz I’d been caught on top of the fence. But then she saw the vine that had wrapped itself around my froat and was CHOKING ME!
Herman: Less than 100 words.
Dori: While I made Gak! Gak! Gak! sounds in my froat, Mom tried to break the vine’s death gwip on me. Her hands were bleeding! Not weally, but my story might be made into a mewvee and blood draws a huge audience.
Herman: Less than 50…
Dori: If Fwank hadn’t run to the corner to show Mom where I was DYING…I could have CHOKED to DEATH! Fwank is my Hero! He’s the best brofur–”
Herman: And we’re out of time! Until next Tuesday, stay off the fence and enjoy a Wonderpurr week!
It all began Monday morning when I wanted to go for a walk. I am not the patient type when it’s a beautiful day and I’m in the mood to stretch my legs. I wanted out.
Mom was at her desk. I threw myself down at her foots and emoted until she dragged her attention away from editing our next purranormal mystery. “I’m on a tight deadline,” she told me. “We are leaving town and I need to get two episodes written before we leave.”
I’m a cat. I care nuffin about deadlines. I went to the door where I saw sunshine and glorious blue skies. I yowled. I howled. I purrformed a hissy fit that could quite possibly net me a Blogpaws award for Best Cat in a Feline Drama .
It didn’t work. So I went to Plan B.
Plan B is me sitting behind Mom’s chair, moaning and talking to myself. Non-stop. For as long as it takes.
“Okay. Okay!” She put me in my Gen7Pets Regal stroller and out the door we went. Like I said, it was a glorious sunshiny day with blue skies and bird singing and flowers blooming…well, not much since it’s mid-Octopurr, but still–it was a real nice day. Especially cuz I got my own way.
Suddenly, Mom stopped pushing my Ride. “Frank! Go home!”
I peeked around my Ride to see my tabby brofur jogging along behind us. “I wanna come too,” he yowled, huffing and puffing cuz he has a tubby tummy.
He soon caught up with us, and then flopped down in front of me.
See what I mean?
Anyway, we rode along as usual, heading for the pond. I could see Frank was losing his enthusiasm for joining us on our walk. He began veering off onto the grass, and would stop and look behind us as our house got smaller and smaller in the distance.
“Did you bring a snack?” I asked. “And your hiking boots?”
“A snack? Hiking boots?” Frank looked pretty worried now. “Just how far are we going?”
“To the ends of the earth, my friend. If you didn’t bring your boots, your paws will probably fall off.”
I hid my snicker behind my paws. I’m a nice guy…except when someone intrudes on my walk with my mom.
“I don’t have any boots. I didn’t bring a snack!” Frank jogged along side my stroller. “Can I ride with you? Did you bring enough snacks for both of us?”
I squinted into the fragrant breeze as we rounded the corner. “Better turn back now. You’ve been warned.”
Suddenly, the garage monster that lived on the corner roared to life. I watched Frank flattened himself on the road. As the giant maw of the monster widened, Frank looked like he was ready to burst into tears.
“I warned you,” I whispered. I expected him to run home with his tail between his legs.
Instead he roared ahead at a full gallop, past the garage monster, past the pond, straight over the hill and down into the creek.
“Frank!” Mom hollered after him.
“He’s okay,” I purred. “Now where were we? Oh! We were going for a long sunshiny walk.”
Mom spun my Ride around and hustled me back to the house. Then she went back out. I knew she was going after Frank. Brofurs can be such a pain in the floofy tail!
Later when she returned with Frank under her arm, I pretended to be asleep. But I kept an ear perked for the gossip.
“I expected to have to hunt for him,” I overheard Mom tell Dad when he got home. “But the minute I called his name, he answered. He was under the bridge, freaking out. I really thought he would know how to get home. It’s only four houses away. But he looked scared and was hunkered down. I called him and he ran up the embankment. I’ve never seen him so upset! As I carried him home, I whispered to him, ‘I’ll always come for you, Frank. I’ll always find you.'”
Hearing that made me throw up a little in my mouth. Purrsonally, I think he behaved like a big baby. I mean, what was the fuss? I guess not every cat is a savvy world traveler like me. So sad.
Hope you enjoy a Wonderpurr week!
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