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No, it is not a rattle snake. My husband said that s he went to bed last night.

That is the type of comment that get strange looks from people. He decided to go to bed early and was making it from the last time that the covers were rumpled up. When he was straightening out everything he noticed a strange sound coming from the bed itself. After he started to check it out, he found one of the cats’ toys all tucked in with everything else.

Evidently one of our cats decided to take the rattle to bed with her. She sometimes likes to carry those rattle balls around in her mouth so she can play with them in the exact place that she wants. What a nice surprise to find.

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It might be a strange way to title an article, but it is true.

The little cat that we have knick-named “Internet Kitty’ likes to tuck my husband in at night and when he takes a nap. She will lead him to the bedroom, and wait for him to get ready for bed. When he is finally in bed and ticked up, she will proceed to ‘tuck’ him in herself.

She tugs on the blankets at his toes and pulls upward. Then she walks up him and makes sure the blankets are up near his neck. After that she will go back to his feet and nip at his feet, so he will make room for her. This is a routine that has been going on for a few years now.

The only problem with that is, she will also nip his toes for him to wake up and play.

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We have a tv stand that is more than just a place for the TV.

It is piled, and I mean PILED with all sorts of things. Videos, boxes, magazines, and all sorts of other stuff are now located on the stand. One big box is filled with sewing thread, Another big box is filled with videos. On the bottom of the stand is a hodge-podge of various things. We happen to be pilers in this apartment. If a spot is bare, it will get something piled on it.

We do not have any obvious organization to these things, they are there. Any decorating for the holidays is only done out side on the front porch. I mentioned its decoration earlier.

Anyway, our entertainment center does more for storage, than just entertaining. The tv is visible, the VCR, and DVD players are available. However, no bare spot is available for use. If I thought that i could get away with it, I would put up Christmas decorations in the house, too. Our cats of course would appreciate something else to play with. They even get onto the bottom shelf of the stand, or entertainment center and find a place to hide.

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Since my previous post was serious, I decided to let out something that is not serious at all.

My sister knows that I love to see critters, games, food (as if my nick name didn’t give that away), and science articles. Well she sent me a site that has some very cute kittens, and one very smiling cat. Since I have 2 cats myself, I do know when a cat is smiling. So, to cheer up those who want something to grin about, I have put in a link to the site. I haven’t checked out the other pages to see other pictures, but i do believe they are there. I will check them out after I get done here.

On TV the politicians are blaming one political party or another, the fat cat executives in the financial places are stuffing their pockets while they can, while the rest of us just wait to see what will happen next. So here again is a link to something cheerful.

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I know that I started with an unusual word, but it is the word that describes what happens.

Our oldest kitty has decided that when someone is petting her in a certain area of the house, she will FLUMP unexpectedly. First, we have to be getting ready to go to sleep. Second, we will tell both babies that it is beddy-bye nighty-night time, yes we use a secret code to talk to our cats.

Next, everybody goes into the bedroom. We humans adjust the bedding, with the weight of the cats on the bed of course. They wouldn’t have it any other way. We then pet each baby so they know they are still the rulers in the house. I should have put the world rulers in quotation marks. They each pick the person to say good night to, and this is where the FLUMP comes into play.

When petting each furry person (aka fur-purrson) the petting stroke starts at the nose and goes all the way to the tip of the tail. The oldest cat will then perform her FLUMP. A FLUMP is a fully limp undertaking of a melodramatic plop. AKA F.L.U.M.P. If you stop petting, she will stand up, nose your hand, and when you pet her again - FLUMP. If you ignore her, she will nip or pinch you to get your attention. Did I mention that they think they are the rulers in the house? If we do not perform these services, our toes get chewed on at night. So let the petting services and the FLUMP commence. I guess routine in important to every one in their own way. I will admit that I miss the petting services if I go straight to sleep and don’t take the time out to rub fur. I have my routine, too.

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Hello, my name is MUD.

I was walking and found a white cat paw under the arch of my foot. It was not planned, but it happened. If there is any critter on the face of the Earth that knows how to glare, a cat know how to glare.

I didn’t plan for it to happen, but it did. When I followed the offended fur purrson to apologize, the apology was ignored and she stayed as far from me as possible. I also feel like mud. Her paw is a whole lot smaller than my own clod-hopper (size 10). How do you apologize to a fur purrson when that purrson doesn’t understand English?

Well, I am just going to have to cringe and bear it until she decided to forgive me my trespass. I hope it isn’t long. In the past we have had cats that held grudges for a while. Waking up at night to find toes being chewed on definitely tells us that we did something wrong.

What’s this? I feel a soft white furry body rubbing on my shin. I am forgiven - YIPPEE.

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We live in a small area near the center of our town.some times we have company come by in the mornings. Our cats are not used to the idea of strangers being in the house and at first they would hide and refuse to come out until the others were gone.

They have gradually gotten used to people coming by. Now, they will come out and watch who is there at the time. One of the cats, the big white one will try to get ‘HER’ chair ( kind of like having her throne), and sometimes let one of the visitors rub her on her belly. The other will stay just out of reach and tease the visitor by letting them use their fingertips to scratch her head. When no one is visiting, the white one will sit in the living room window with her head peeping out, and keep watch for any one who comes by. At least neither cat will continue to hide for hours and sulk.

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We have two cats. They both are in pictures in a way earlier post called “Internet Kitty”.

They have decided that they each ‘own’ one of us. The older of the two -Dipper- a dainty long haired female is about 6 years old now, she has claimed my husband. She weighs about 3 pounds.

The younger cat - Sami- is a short hair cat about 3 years old, has claimed me. She weighs about 9 pounds. They are so much fun sometimes it is amazing what antics that they will get up to. The latest has been almost a contest to see who can play with an invading cricket the longest.

The two cats will walk through the house side by side almost like one is the shadow of the other. The youngest one has never been fixed, yet still acts like a kitten is a lot of ways. The younger cat almost acts like a momma. Watching the two together can be fun.

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Yesterday I was attacked by a cricket. Well, at least that is what my cat thought. She was nosing around my legs as I was posting an article on this site. Kept petting her and she kept hanging around my legs. Then her whiskers started to tickle - a lot.

I scooted my seat backwards and found a cricket on the floor. Sami our big white kitty pounced and attacked. She kept driving the cricket away from my legs every time it jumped in my direction. As long as it moved away, no pouncing. When it moved towards me, pouncing. I guess Sami was being a guard kitty. After all must protect against the attack cricket.

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I’ve been thinking about some of the unusual animals that we’ve had. The one that comes to mind we called Junior. He was a neutered male cat that was solid black.

At the time that we had him, my husband was having seizures. He was having grand-mal and petit-mal types of seizures each day. One day he told me that when he would come out of a seizure, he would find Junior right next to him. The cat would be purring loudly right next to my husband’s head. I saw this happen one day when I had gone out into the yard to hang up laundry on the clothes line next door. Our neighbor allowed us to use it since she didn’t use it. While I was out there, I had locked the door to the trailer, because he was asleep. The next thing that I knew, Junior had found a way to get outside and was raising a ruckus. When I turned around and followed him, he led me to the front door, then through the trailer to the bedroom, where my husband had gotten out of bed and fallen onto the electric heater and was having a seizure. I rushed over and removed him from the heater just as it clicked on and the coils started to glow.

I expected to find that my husband’s stomach would be severely burned from the heater, but it wasn’t burned. Junior, our cat, had saved his life, if not his health. Another time my husband was standing in the kitchen when he toppled over onto the floor and went into a grand-mal seizure. Before I could get to him, Junior had inserted himself under my husband’s head and used his body to act as a cushion while my husband jerked in the seizure. He wouldn’t let me remove him until the seizure was stopped. The cat then got by my husband’s head and started to purr very loudly. My husband admitted that having Junior there purring helped him to recover from each seizure, and not be scared. We lost Junior in 1997 when he was 12 years old. We do not know why he died, we know that we miss him greatly.

People aren’t the only ones who can be heroes.

My husband no longer has seizures. We have other babies now. One of them, Dipper, is sensitive to when His blood sugar gets too low. God continues to bless.

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