TattleCat Zone

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Jesse Survives 2 Nights in Jail
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In Honor of Nerissa The Cat
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Dori Gets A Taste of Spring
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#FourPawsLifeline Interview on The Pet Radio Show
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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

Jesse Survives 2 Nights in Jail

Dori signedEven though my brofur Hwermie is the host of Tattle Cat Chat, I am better to write this report because… Because I’m Dori–that’s why! And also because my daddy, Nikolas, is kinda best furends with my Uncle Jesse: The Jail Bird.

Jesse is Peaches’ son and Jack’s brother, but he lives in the garage with my dad, Nikolas, because… Just because.

Actually Opie told Mom, “No more indoor cats,” to which our human Dad shouted, “Damn skippy! No more cats!” But Mom set up a super nice cat apartment in the garage with two cat trees, cushy comfortapurr chairs, blankets, heat lamps, toys, litter box, a kitchenette, and the freedom to explore the yard on sunny days, and stay in bed on rainy days.

Typically, Uncle Jesse is a homebuddy. He doesn’t roam. Period. As Dad leaves for work in the morning, he always says to Jesse, “Go outside and kiss a girl.” Jesse lost his true love, YumYum, a blue-eyed Siamese bombshell, at the same time my twin sisfur, Patsy, left home. They left together, and we are pretty sure they moved in with a neighbor who has a Siamese who escaped her home one day and made friends with Yum and Patsy.

Anyway, Uncle Jesse never got over Yum breaking his heart, and he says he’s now a comfirmed bachelor. So is my daddy, Nikolas, who had his heart broken when Patsy left without saying goodbye. Uncle Jesse and my daddy decided to bachelor it together, and that’s how their garage cat apartment came to be.

My daddy is a free spirit and loves to visit the neighbors, but Uncle Jesse is always in the garage or in the yard. He never leaves the property. So when he went missing, Mom immediately knew where he was.

On Tuesday our neighbor’s garage was open all day long. I guess someone was working in there, and forgot to close it. When Dad came home, he said he saw my daddy over there exploring. “He’s going to get closed inside,” I heard Dad tell Mom.

But it wasn’t my daddy who got trapped. It was Uncle Jesse.

I guess my daddy told Uncle Jesse how wonderpurr that garage was, and he just had to see for himself.

Mom didn’t figure out what happened until Wednesday morning when the neighbor’s garage door was closed, and only my daddy showed up for breakfast.  My daddy is very smart. He’s a black cat, and Mom says black cats are highly intelligent. He stood in the driveway, looking at the neighbor’s garage, and was yelling his head off. Mom told him she couldn’t open the door to let Jesse out. They would have to wait until the neighbor’s came home that night.

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Nikolas

So my daddy sat under our car to wait. And he waited and waited and waited all day. But no neighbors.

Our neighbors have a hair salon and they are theatre actors too, so they keep late hours. Mom put a note on their door, and went to bed. But when they came home around 11:30, they didn’t open the door to let Uncle Jesse out!

Around midnight, Mom got up and wrote another note. As she hobbled (she’s got a bad foot right now) over the culvert and onto their driveway, she saw my daddy, Nikolas, lying on top of their car, and he was yelling at her to do something. She told him she wasn’t going to ring their doorbell this late. Jesse would be fine until morning. And then she put the second note on their front door, telling them to OPEN IT because she figured they had just peeked into the garage and didn’t see a cat. Jesse is shy and wouldn’t announce himself to strangers.

She then went back to bed, but didn’t sleep very well. Neither did I. I slept under her chin and she was really restless, which made it impossible for me to sleep. ^exhausted ears^

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Jesse

The next morning we got up, and immediately went to the garage. My daddy was there, yelling at her, so she figured Jesse was still locked up. She opened the garage door… And there he was, hiding under our car! Yay!

Except he was pretty fweaked out, and was of the opinion that all garages are now scary, so he was staying put under our car. Mom brought him breakfast, and told him she was very happy he’d been sprung from jail. It took my human Dad taking the car to work, and Mom bribing Uncle Jesse into the garage with more breakfast, before he climbed into his favorite cat tree to sleep.

So Uncle Jesse is home and safe, and my daddy, Nikolas, is a hero and best furend for keeping watch over the scary garage, and Mom can stop worrying, and … maybe tonight I can get some sleep.

The End

*takes bow*

 

In Honor of Nerissa The Cat

Honoring the memory of Nerissa the Cat on his first Angelversary.

May the carpet of Primroses in heaven be as soft and fragrant as they were here on earth. And with every step you take, shower your loved ones with your own purrsonal sunshine. You are dearly missed, my friend.

NerissatheCat

Dori Gets A Taste of Spring

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Well, it’s been another Wonderpurr weekend here at my house, the place where I live.

Dori had quite an adventure yesterday — Sunday — while we were on Yard Patrol.

She’s new at Yard Patrol. She’s been 100% indoor kitty since she was rescued from backyard in January 2013 with her Dad, Nikolas, and her mom and fursibs, all now adopted. She was only a baby when she was patrolling the woods, so she’s forgotten everything her pawrents showed her.

The fenced-in yard where I patrol is safe with high walls, trees, bushes, bamboo, flowery vines, a huge fountain, and a nice cool patio. When I go out, I take a spin around the perimeter to see if anything has changed, and then I settle under my favorite flowering vine for a nap.

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On Sunday my pawrents were chilling on the patio, while Frank climbed the fence to take a sentry position overlooking the backyard where the raccoons hang out. That left me to keep an eye on Dori. This would be maybe her sixth time in the yard, but the other times the weather was cooler and the bugs ‘n other creepy crawlies had not yet come out of hibernation.

She seemed like she was doing pretty good, wandering among the new bushes Dad put in, and exploring the gravel walkway, pawing a few stones.

Then…

She pounced!

I immediately knew what she had found. One of those tiny squishy jumpy toys that appear in my yard when the weather gets warm.

Now from experience I know these toys are better left alone. I’ve never played one with, but I’ve seen my other fursibs play and I’ve seen the outcome.

Before I could meow to warn Mom of what Dori had found, I saw Dori pick up her new toy and march happily across the yard. This was at the same time I heard Dad say, “Dori has a frog.”

Mom was immediately on her feet (foot since she’s still wearing the Scary Boot) and lumbered over to take the frog from Dori. See, its a firm and fast rule at my house: You can’t keep something you find until it gets Mom’s stamp of approval. And Mom rarely gives her stamp of approval, so we cats pretty much try to hide what we find.

Dori is new, so Dori didn’t know about hiding her tiny squish jumpy toy.

Mom didn’t have to worry about getting Dori to drop her toy, cuz a mere second later she had dropped it and was foaming at the mouth.

Buckets of foam poured from her mouth. And she was running like a rabbit all over the yard, with my pawrents trying to catch her–and *snickers behind paw* — failing miserably.

I felt bad about Dori having a bad taste in her mouth, but it was really funny watching Mom and Dad chase her.

Then Dad got the “brilliant” idea to open the door to the house so Dori could go inside. I later heard Mom telling her sister, “Makes total sense not to trap her in a tiny fenced yard, but rather let her inside a 3,000 square foot home so we can chase her up and down stairs, and from room to room, with Dori spewing foam with every step.”

I will now let Dori finish telling you the rest of her story:

Cry DoriDORI: *clears throat* Ahem!

I ALMOST DIED!

I had a NEAR-DEAF experience!

I saw a bwight light at the end of a tunnel, and was walking toward it when my meowmy grabbed me, hauled me into the baffroom and shut the door.

Then she poured water into my mouf and made me spit over and over.

Then Daddy passed Mom a cup of milk. I shouldn’t have milk. Last week I licked the bottom of a cereal bowl and I frew up over and over. But the taste of da tiny squishy jumpy toy was so bad… Mom rubbed milk on my gums and I licked it. So she rubbed some more.

I had stopped foaming by then, but me and Mom waited in the baffroom to see if I would frow up from having milk on my gums.

“So,” Mom said while we were waiting. “What did we learn about playing with frogs?”

I hung my head. “Fwogs are da Devil’s food, and I’m an Angel, so I shouldn’t eated them.”

“Good enough.” She let me go downstairs and fed me kibbles and turkey lunch meat.

My pawrents watched me all day to make sure I was fine, and I was. So this morning I got to join Hwermie and Fwank on Yard Patrol.

I didn’t see any fwogs, but I’d alweady planned to ignore them if I did see one.

I may be only dis many *holds up 3 claws* but I’m no fool.

The End

 

 

 

#FourPawsLifeline Interview on The Pet Radio Show

Four Paws LifelineKaren Brothers, founder of FourPaws Lifeline, was a guest on BlogTalkRadio’s  Pet Radio show to speak about her organization’s intent to provide financial assistance to pet owners who are not be able to afford critical and emergency vet care. The interview starts at 14:12.
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/petradioshow/2016/04/02/pet-radio-trouble-paying-vet-bills-four-paws-lifeline-can-help

To learn more about Four Paws Lifeline, please click on their logo to visit their website.

Four Paws Lifeline is a 501(c)3 organization.

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.

Herman with Aunt Sarah

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.

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 – 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.

 

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