TattleCat Zone

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My Visit with Sara McClure
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Tell Your Pet Story to Raise Money for #Pet #Charity
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Throw Back Thursday: Frank Loses Body Part – Gets Forever Home
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In Search of Cold Wet White Fluffy Stuff
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Beware Holiday Decor Pet Poisons
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Your Pet Stories Benefit Four Paws Lifeline
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Phi’s 2nd Angelversary
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For the Love of…The Little Black Ball
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Dori tells a #Halloween Joke
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Tribute to Nerissa the Cat

My Visit with Sara McClure

Herman on the roadThis past weekend my pawrents chauffeured me to Chattanooga to visit with @DylCat1’s mom, Sara McClure.

You may already know Miz Sara has been going through some pretty traumatic stuff, and though she’s doing really good now, she’s still got a ways to go before she can permanently return home to Dylan and his fursibs . Please keep Sara in your thoughts and prayers. And her mom, Nancy, too, who has been learning how to tweet in order to keep the Anipal community informed of Sara’s progress.

Here are a few photos taken by my personal pawpawrazzi during my visit with Sara.

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For now Miz Sara is unable to see me, so I did my best to stay still while she petted me.

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Miz Sara has been confused about telling right from left, so me and Mom gave her a bracelet with tiny elephants to wear on her right wrist. Elephants never forget, you know. We also gave her a bottle of La vie est belle body lotion to rub on her wrist so the pretty scent reminds her, along with the elephants, of where ‘Right’ can be found.

Herman with Dylan toys

Many of Miz Sara’s Anipal besties bought her stuffed Dylan kitties to hug on while she’s in the hospital. She misses the real Dylan something fierce, but he isn’t wired to leave his house to visit his mom in the hospital. So these two adorable stuffed Dylan’s have taken his place…for now. Sara really loves her stuff Dylan’s, and sends her love to everyone who bought them for her.

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This is me with Sara’s aunt who is the sister of Nancy, Sara’s mom. It was really nice to smell her. She loves kitties!

Herman on his carrier

While the hoomon’s all chatted, I took a moment to meditate. It was an overnight drive from my house where I live outside Memphis, and I was kinda tired. The hotel where we stayed had scary carpeting, and because I had to pee a lot but didn’t want to walk on the carpet, I would call to Mom to come get me, which meant neither of us got much sleep. My dad, however, slept through the night. *envy ears*

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Here I am telling Miz Sara a joke.

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I forgot da punchline, but she laughed anyway.

Sara wanted to tell you all in person how much she appreciates you keeping her in your thoughts and prayers while she gets better. So, without further delay, here is a video of me and @DylCat1 ‘s mom:

Tell Your Pet Story to Raise Money for #Pet #Charity

Hi, this is Herman!!! You know me as TattleCat on Twitter. I’m the star of the children’s book, Finding Mya. I’m also known for traveling with my parents in both cars and planes, and having a tricked out Ride that I roll around in at Blogpaws conferences.

What you might not know about me is, before I found my Forever Home, I was a rambunctious kit who didn’t know any better and ran away from my first home. There are theories on how I became lost during my first year, but the gist is I spent a long time wandering Kentucky woodlands along I-75 before I was rescued during a blizzard. I was a mess. My fur had hardened like a turtle’s shell around my body, and I had to be shaved nekked. So embarrassing!

Anyway, that was many many years ago and I’ve enjoyed a long happy life. But my first year could have been my last year if it wasn’t for my family finding me in those woods and taking me home. They made sure my story had a Happily Ever After.

Do you have a special story about your pet that you’d like to share? A funny story? An adventure story? A rescue story with a Happily Ever After ending? If so, I am accepting submissions for a collection of pet-themed stories to be compiled into a book. One hundred percent (100%) of the profits will benefit Four Paws Lifeline, a 501 (c)(3) non-profit organization whose goal is to provide financial assistance to those pet owners who are not able to afford critical care or emergency veterinary care for their furry loved ones.

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Click photo to visit Four Paws Lifeline

In case you aren’t aware, the parents of my wife Belle ~ @Frankencat1  on Twitter ~ started Four Paws Lifeline when Belle’s sister Dora had to have emergency surgery. You can read Dora’s story here. I want to support their much-needed organization and thought collecting stories might be one way to help raise money.

Story submission requirements are as follows:

  1. Told either from your human viewpoint or from the viewpoint of your non-human kid, i.e. cats, dogs, bunnies, birds, ferrets, hamsters, mouses, turtles…etc.
  2. True! No made up stuff.
  3. Written in plain English. No LOL or Anipal-speak please.
  4. Stories must be Uplifting. Inspiring! No sad stories. No stories of abuse.
  5. 1000 – 1500 words max. or about 4 pages.
  6. Spell check and spiff up your grammar. Show you care by writing a clean copy.
  7. Submit two photos for consideration to be included with your story.
  8. State in your submission: “I understand I will not receive monetary compensation for this story. I am donating my story to benefit Four Paws Lifeline.”

Submission Deadline is April 1, 2016 – no foolin’!

Please submit your story to me, Herman the Edipurr at wonderpurr (dot) life (at) gmail.com.

Put FOUR PAWS LIFELINE SUBMISSION in subject line, and follow my eight submission requirements. My team of judges will notify you if your story has been selected by April 30, 2016.

I appreciate everyone wanting to help raise money to support Four Paws Lifeline. If you haven’t visited their website, please do. It’s a very worthy cause.

My collar charms were made by Four Paws Lifeline.

My collar charms were made by Four Paws Lifeline. The stones benefit my heart, my blood pressure & chronic fire pee. Want one made for you or for your pet? Click my photo.

Throw Back Thursday: Frank Loses Body Part – Gets Forever Home

This post was originally published in June of 2014 from my other blog.

Herman 1-ViewNXIf you’re wondering why I look so woebegone, it’s because she’s done it again. I’m referring to my mom. What’s she done, you ask? I’ll get to that in a minute. First, let me preface my revelation with a little hissstory.

I call the lady who rescued me from a blizzard back when I was a runaway 8 month old kitten, “Mom.” She isn’t my biological mother, of course. But since I don’t remember my bio-mom, and my rescuer doesn’t have human children, we came to an agreement way back on that cold day in January. She would be my mom and take care of me forever, and in return, I’d help her write books, and keep her company when she travels, and devote my 9 Lives to being by her side, through thick and thin.

Maybe I should have looked at the fine print in our contract.

Maybe I should have hired a lawyer to draw up a contract! (Is it too late?)

I didn’t realize at the time, way back on that cold January day, that the lady I let rescue me was a Cat Magnet. I don’t think Webster has come up yet with a definition, but my definition of Cat Magnet means, my mom can walk outside and a stray cat will be there — right there! — waiting for her to feed him, and name him, and take him to the doctor for…you know…doctoring. And then…she usually keeps him. *Sigh!* She’s pretty much run out of peoples who don’t already have a bunch of cats to ask if they want to adopt her newest stray.

Lately, my mom stinks like a tomcat. You’d think I’d be used to it by now. She’s adopted countless cats over the past two decades, and while she hasn’t kept them all; some she’s actually found homes for, the others who have stayed have sunk their claws into her heart. Which breaks mine. Because there is only so much of her to go around. And when a new cat shows up, all needy and wonky from Life on the Road, that’s less time she will have for me.

There are 7 of us living inside: Me, Opie, Peaches and her son, Jack, and her granddaughter Gidget, and Chauncie Marie, and Adorapurr aka Dori.

And there are 3 panfur cats living in our fenced yard: Jesse is Peaches’ son, Jack’s brother and Nikolas is Dori’s daddy. Feral Charlie has been around for 3 years, but he knows what a live trap is, and so far has eluded entrapment.

That’s 10, not counting the raccoons Mom cares for, who are currently making more raccoons.

Every single one of us cats has had a prior life on the streets. We’ve known hunger. We’ve been scared. We’ve had injuries, and sickness. None of us came to Mom 100% clean. She rescued all of us, and so many more, out of her own pocket, and out of her own time.

Time better spent on me.

I’m just saying.

I’m sure you might have read about her trying to capture Joshua, the sick orange kitty who found his way to our yard, but like Charlie, had confinement issues. He had a runny nose, crusty eyes, couldn’t breathe! So of course he couldn’t smell food inside the trap, nor could he smell food on a clean plate right under his nose. It took him watching Mom use a broom to battle back another tomcat who wanted to beat the stuffing out of Josh, for Josh to realize maybe she wasn’t his enemy. After the broom incident, Josh let her approach to feed him. She talked baby talk to him, and eventually he came to her for petting. She wanted to get him to the doctor, he needed it desperately. He was so thin, dehydrated!

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But it wasn’t to be. He got scared, and then returned to the woods behind our house, avoiding Mom except for after dark when he would come to the porch and she would feed him and love him. And try to capture him. She got a lot of scratches from him being scared. Finally, she got a drug from the doctor and was able to pick him up and cage him. But it wasn’t to be. Joshua had leukemia. He is now OTRB, may he rest in peace. But at least he knew someone cared at the very end. Joshua would have joined my Mom’s cat club, if he had lived. There’s no doubt about that, cuz I overheard her telling him he’d have a home when he returned from the doctor. But when he didn’t come home, Mom made sure he would live forever by giving him the part of Wild Bill in my book, FINDING MYA. His picture is there in the book for all to see him. Forever!

Um… Remember that tomcat she had to sweep back to keep him from beating the stuffing out of Josh?

That’s Frank. He showed up about the same time as Josh, in early spring, acting tough, showing off his man cat pride with tail held high. Jesse and Nikolas never really bonded, but now, because of their mutual dislike of Frank, they’re pretty chummy.

Mom and Dad like Frank. A lot. He’s a 13-1/2 pound tabby, all muscle, with a tiny bite out of his one ear. Dad sez he’s a dog-cat. He comes when he’s called. He supervises Dad doing yard work. He wants to come inside the house to hang out with my mom. But… thank cat! Frank won’t be allowed inside the house. Unlike that old teevee show from the 70s, 7 is Enough!

Frank has claimed the garage for his turf. He’s been set up with a bed, a kitchenette, a fan and toys. Mom cracks open the door so he can come and go. She’s also encouraged him to hang out in the raccoon yard because its been so hot here and she doesn’t want him to get heat stroke.

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Frank 3If you’re a guy cat, it’s a firm rule with the Cat Magnet that you have to sacrifice your nads in order to be adopted. I saw this file on Mom’s desk this morning, so it’s official.

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Since Frank is an outside cat, and I’m…you know, King of my World, it isn’t likely that we will hang out together like we’re friends. But because my parents will stink like Frank from time to time, I will be aware of him, lurking on the fringe of my world…where he belongs.

Some of you might know that I’ve recently taken up pawtography. So, I decided to rise above my deepest desire to rip him to shreds, and asked Frank to sit for his Official Adoption Portrait. My wonderpurr talent has made him look better than he really is.

Frank Official Adoption Photo

Do you live with a Cat Magnet? Or a Crazy Cat Lady? If so, how do you control her? I’m despurrrate for tips!

Thanks for stopping by. Have a Wonderpurr Day!

~ Herman @TattleCat

In Search of Cold Wet White Fluffy Stuff

We live in the South where snow is scarce, even in wintertime. That’s why it’s extra special to travel home to Michigan and stay at Grammy’s house for Christmas. I get to sit in the window, decorated with pretty lights, and watch the cold wet white fluffy stuff float down from the sky.

Click my photo to watch the snow with me. It’s magical!

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Beware Holiday Decor Pet Poisons

Four Paws LifelineOnce more we move into the depths of the holiday frenzy. With all the relatives, cooking, baking, decorating etc., we sometimes forget about our 4 legged children.

Now most of you know that poinsettia is poison to cats and dogs, but do you realize there are 19 other plants commonly used in holiday decoration/arrangements that are also poisononous?0db68f8a-424f-41dc-83c0-e8de93d3eb00

The most common are as follows:

  • Baby’s breath: vomiting and diarrhea.
  • Carnations: intestinal and digestive problems.
  • Chrysanthemum: vomiting, diarrhea and hyper-salivation.
  • Daffodils: vomiting, convulsions and cardiac arrhythmias.
  • Ivy: vomiting, abdominal pain and diarrhea.
  • Lilies: kidney failure in cats.
  • Other plants are apple seeds, Bird-of-Paradise, Christmas rose, Holly, Mistletoe and Amaryllis.

Please be aware of what you use this holiday season. Use artificial Holly and Ivy in wreaths. Ask your florist about what plants are toxic to pets and be sure to throw away all seed & pits so dogs and cats can’t find them.

A few precautions can make all the difference in whether you spend your holidays with family or with the emergency vet. But if you do end up at the emergency vet and are short funds, Four Paws Lifeline (www.fourpawslifeline.org) may be able to help with paying the bill.

Your Pet Stories Benefit Four Paws Lifeline

My collar charms were made by Four Paws Lifeline.

Hi, this is Herman!!! You may know me as TattleCat on Twitter. I’m the star of the children’s book, Finding Mya. I’m also known for traveling with my parents in both cars and planes, and having a tricked out Ride that I roll around in at Blogpaws conferences.

What you might not know about me is, before I found my Forever Home, I was a rambunctious kit who didn’t know any better and ran away from my first home. There are theories on how I became lost during my first year, but the gist is I spent a long time wandering Kentucky woodlands along I-75 before I was rescued during a blizzard. I was a mess. My fur had hardened like a turtle’s shell around my body, and I had to be shaved nekked. So embarrassing!

Anyway, that was many many years ago and I’ve enjoyed a long happy life. But my first year could have been my last year if it wasn’t for my family finding me in those woods and taking me home. They made sure my story had a Happily Ever After.

Do you have a special story about your pet that you’d like to share? A funny story? An adventure story? A rescue story with a Happily Ever After ending? If so, I am accepting submissions for a collection of pet-themed stories to be compiled into a book. One hundred percent (100%) of the profits will benefit Four Paws Lifeline, a 501 (c)(3) non-profit organization whose goal is to provide financial assistance to those pet owners who are not able to afford critical care or emergency veterinary care for their furry loved ones.

Four Paws Lifeline

Click photo to visit Four Paws Lifeline

In case you aren’t aware, the parents of my wife Belle ~ @Frankencat1  on Twitter ~ started Four Paws Lifeline when Belle’s sister Dora had to have emergency surgery. You can read Dora’s story here. I want to support their much-needed organization and thought collecting stories might be one way to help raise money.

Story submission requirements are as follows:

  1. Told either from your human viewpoint or from the viewpoint of your non-human kid, i.e. cats, dogs, bunnies, birds, ferrets, hamsters, mouses, turtles…etc.
  2. True! No made up stuff.
  3. Written in plain English. No LOL or Anipal-speak please.
  4. Stories must be Uplifting. Inspiring! No sad stories. No stories of abuse.
  5. 1000 words max.
  6. Spell check and spiff up your grammar. No pressure to be perfect, but show you care by writing a clean copy.
  7. Submit up to four photos for consideration to be included with your story.
  8. State in your submission: “I understand I will not receive monetary compensation for this story. I am donating my story to benefit Four Paws Lifeline.”

If your story is selected, you will receive one free copy of this book.

Submission Deadline is February 1, 2016.

Please submit your story to me, Herman the Edipurr at wonderpurr (dot) life (at) gmail.com.

Put FOUR PAWS LIFELINE SUBMISSION in subject line, and follow my eight submission requirements. My team of judges will notify you if your story has been selected by March 1, 2016.

I appreciate everyone wanting to help raise money to support Four Paws Lifeline. If you haven’t visited their website, please do. It’s a very worthy cause.

My collar charms were made by Four Paws Lifeline.

My collar charms were made by Four Paws Lifeline. The stones benefit my heart, my blood pressure & chronic fire pee. Want one made for you or for your pet? Click my photo.

 

Phi’s 2nd Angelversary

Phi ~ @#phibotticelli ~ became an angel two years ago today. It seems like yesterday when she decided to chase that ball over the Rainbow Bridge, and kept going because it was so beautiful over there, she didn’t want to come back.  Just wanted to take a moment to reflect on our friendship, and remember her gorgeous face with smiles instead of tears.

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If you would like to share a special memory of Phi, please leave a comment.

 

 

For the Love of…The Little Black Ball

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On November 15th, an all black cat in Sheffield, South Yorkshire, celebrated her birthday. Her 22nd birthday!

Yes, reaching a ripe old 22 is amazing, but for this particular senior, it’s more than amazing. It’s miraculous!

I became friends with Little Black Ball — yes, that’s her name — earlier this year when I saw her tweet about turning 22 in November. The number 22 caught my attention as my older brofur Buddy lived to see 22 years, despite being diabetic for ten years. Anyway, I couldn’t let Little Black Ball’s birthday pass without a little celebrating.

This is her story:

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“I used to live with another family. I was bought as a present for their child’s birthday.

I loved that little girl. I was pushed around in her doll’s pram. I slept on her bed at night. I sat in the sink when she had a bath.

But then the little girl grew up and moved away.

Nobody loved me any more.

CQc_pIAWUAAIqUiMy humans put me outside after my little girl moved away, and they left me there even in the wintertime. I was so cold and getting skinnier by the day.  I would walk to the next house to warm myself on their porch, but the man who would one day become my new daddy wasn’t really that keen on me. But then!

CT7e8NZWEAATrx5Then the lady who would become my new mummy appeared. She loved me from the first moment she saw me. I know this because she’s told me this over and over.

At first I was timid with her. After all, I had loved another human but she abandoned me. How could I ever trust another?

Yet, she persisted. She would put a box with warm blankets on the porch for me, and she would tempt me inside with bits of fish.CTwpqfeWEAA1OmE

 

When my old humans saw her doing this for me, they said she was mad/crazy. After all, I was nothing but a cat. But my new mummy didn’t care. It took six months before I agreed to stay inside my new mummy and daddy’s house all night. But I’m so glad I did. I felt loved again. This time, I felt real love.

And I never went back to my old home again.

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My new daddy told me he didn’t realize how skinny or unloved I was until he stroked my skinny back. He promised to take care of me and love me forever. And to prove it, he now gets up with me every night when I wake him to go outside to wee. I do have a litter tray inside my Forever Home, but after being left outside for so many years, I feel more comfortable weeing in the garden.

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In my sun puddle. Walk in front of it at your peril!

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A few months ago I brought daddy a mouse. It was dead and I was proud.

He freaked and flushed it.

I look for that mouse every day.

(Gotta come up for air sometime!)

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My favorite pasttime is watching the telly with my daddy, holding paws. I feel special. I feel loved.

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So that’s my story. Today I have everything I need: shelter, food, brushing, medicine. And everything I’ve ever wanted: a Forever Home with a Forever Family. And Love.

Most of all, Love!

The Little Black Ball

Hi, this is Herman!!! I hope you enjoyed reading about Little Black Ball. Do you have a special story you’d like to share? If so, I am accepting submissions for a collection of pet-themed stories to be compiled into a book. One hundred percent of the book’s profits will benefit Four Paws Lifeline, a 501 (c)(3) non-profit organization whose goal is to provide financial assistance to those pet owners who are not able to afford critical care or emergency veterinary care for their furry loved ones. For more information, click here.

Tribute to Nerissa the Cat

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Nerissa and Polyanthus

Today is Nerissa the Cat’s five month Angelversary. Seems like only yesterday when we were hanging out, with Niss going on about politics and the Canadian gov’mint, and expounding on his admiration for Anderson Cooper.

Niss loved adventures, and was always asking me to go on them with Savannah and Dash, but I was too caught up in helping my mom write books, and never got the chance. I always thought we had time. Turns out my best friend was out of time, at least here on earth.

One of the first things I remember about Niss, way back in 2011 when we first started hanging out, was his love of his garden. He often shared photos of his garden with me, and he even sent me giant homemade mouses stuffed with home-grown nip from his garden. I still have them mouses and…MOUSES! The nip continues to work its magic on me and my fur sibs.

Niss back when we first met in 2011.

Niss back when we first met in 2011.

Niss coined the phrase, ‘MOUSES’ and had hopes that by getting all of his friends to use it, someday it would be added to the dictionary. So in honor of Niss, let’s all step it up  by exclaiming MOUSES! Read More

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