Cat care tips!

Welcome to MY web page!

I’m glad you decided to visit. I’m happy to share some tips to help you care for your kitten or cat. Of course, I only speak “Cat-alian” but fortunately I have a translator who has written everything in English.

Yes that is a picture of my handsome self, on the couch (where I should be), comfy and pampered (as I should be) and quite enjoying life.

Life was not always that good for me. I came to be a pampered kitty quite recently. I was abandoned and left to fend for myself. I was matted to the skin and filthy dirty. I was ashamed, scared and lonely.

Some very mean boys had hurt me. I was undeserving of what they did and my back and hind legs were sore for a long time. I felt rather sorry for myself but I held out hope that life would get better. My one wish was to find new humans that would love me, put only soft, gentle hands on me and let me live with them forever.

Scanned for a microchip
I wandered around until I came upon a house that felt full of kindness and love. I sat on the porch and meowed until someone heard me and opened the door. Then I did my best “please love me and aren’t I cute” dance. After some petting and affection, I was scooped up and taken to a veterinary clinic. Not my favourite place to go but since I was obviously lost, it was best to have my health checked and scan me for a microchip.

Everyone was so nice and gentle at the clinic, I couldn’t complain. I was glad to be off the street and away from those mean boys. A scanner was moved between my shoulders and my microchip was found. It gave away my secrets. I’d been found as a stray the year before, had since lived in 2 different homes and had stayed at an animal shelter for a while.

My last known address was found vacant. Everyone then knew I’d been abandoned. Why do humans abandon the pets they claim to love? I’ll never have an answer for that question. A very nice girl named Katrina - I like her name! KAT-rina! - shaved off the painful mats and bathed me

Now, everyone knows cats don’t usually like water. This time however, a bath was welcome. I was so ashamed of how dirty I was. Being lost outdoors for so long made it impossible for me to keep myself clean. The bath was the only way to recover my dignity. Besides, the water felt warm and soothing.

When my bath was finished, Katrina dried me off, fluffed me up and put me in a comfy, warm blanket in my own little cabin. I was worried about my future though. I wondered how long I would have to stay at the clinic.

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Would my unstable history prevent me from being adopted?
Any cat with a history like mine is scared. We’re scared people might think we don’t stay in homes long because we behave badly. The truth is, we should be more scared of people. Our unstable histories are usually due to irresponsible humans. With all my heart, I wished for the nice people who found me to come back and take me home. I wished they would not be afraid. I wished to be taken to that house that felt so good. How wonderful, if for the first time in my 4 years of life, I would have a stable home.

Sleep was most important
My wishes came true! The nice Doc gave me a clean bill of health and away I went with my new adoptive “parents”. When we got home, they first showed me where my litter box and food dishes were. Then they stayed close while I explored a little. I was anxious to get to know my new surroundings but what I really needed was sleep. Being abandoned outdoors and having to protect myself from dangers didn’t allow me to get much sleep. I was exhausted!

My new parents left me alone to rest for as long as I needed. I slept for 72 hours! I was so tuckered out they had to wake me so I could eat! After all that rest I was ready to do some serious exploring. I thought the front door mat was my personal scratch mat. Oops! My mistake! My parents didn’t feel the same way. They were very nice about it and gently removed my nails from the mat but my scratching gave them an idea.

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Hey ... false nails... It sure beats de-clawing!
They felt I’d be better off wearing false nails. Imagine?!! A cat wearing falsies! Well ok…it sure beats de-claw surgery. The false nails were put over my real nails. They don’t hurt and I can scratch, scratch, scratch and not ruin mats or the leather couch. Why do humans make such a big deal about leather couches anyway? Well…whatever the reason, I can scratch and there’s no harm done.

I’m now happily settled into my new home. I love my parents and they sure love me. I have a “brother” – his name is Buzzard. Suits him too – cranky old Budgie. But he’s ok…for a Budgie!

I was also given a job. I’m the Official Mascot for Cozy Critters and Vice President of Cat Care Tips. Well, if you have to work for a living, this is the way to do it. I still get to sleep all day and get my tummy rubs when I want them. I am a lucky boy! I’ve gone from being a dirty homeless kitty to Mascot and VP! As I had hoped, my life has really turned around. I have a safe home, parents who love and take care of me, a weird “brother” (but we’ll forgive him) and all I have to do is be myself. I also have the best job in the world. I can help you care for your kitten or cat and there isn’t anything better than that!

Now, enough about me. Let’s get to those Cat Care Tips!

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