Adventures of Stewart

Hello friends,

Sorry all you dog lovers – It’s all about cats today!

While I love my two fur-kids (Stewart & Frank-the-tank) unconditionally, there can be a love/hate relationship with them that is hilariously entertaining….

Stewart and Frankie together
Life without these two would be boring

Cattitude advice:

As long as you participate as (wo)man-servant in you and your cat’s relationship, you’ll be fine. Cats are the master(s) of your world. Believe me, the quicker you jump on board and accept this – the easier life will be. My Mr. still fights it. While I understand that he wants to be the alpha of the household, it’s much better/easier to just give in and pick your battles. I have faith he’ll learn this one day.

Life example # 1: You all know the feeling. When your cat FINALLY chooses to jump onto your lap, curls up and cuddle and starts to purr. When suddenly *BOOM* your leg falls asleep – as uncomfortable as it is – You’re so over-the-moon happy that they chose to snuggle, that you’d rather cut your sleeping leg off than move this little purring bundle of fur? Yep, we’ve all been there – your cat owns you – and they know it.

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All is right with the world….

Some of you have cats that are overly affectionate, the kind that love attention, any kind.

Not mine – They choose what they want, how they want it, and when they want it. In spite of it, I love them both very much. Cats have moments where they want to please – sporadic moments, but thoughtful moments all the same. I like to think it what makes these moments of vulnerability all the more special.

The “Gift”

Stewart and I have learned to compromise over the last seven years. He lets me pick him up and snuggle, after I’ve had a particularly difficult day – as long as I stay to the under one minute rule.  

In one of these moments of rarity, Stewart decided to bring me a present. He proudly presented a “gift” at 2:30 am the other night – on the floor, beside my bed. Much to his initial disappointment, there was an error in his ways – he couldnt get my attention with the “gift” in his mouth. So began the erratic game of “catch and release”, in between yowling for me to get up.

You guessed it, Stewart caught a mouse at 2:30 am and brought it in to show me and then continued to play catch and release for another 20 mins…

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Stewart’s “conquest”

Note of advice to others if you encounter yourself in a similar position – Cats do not help when trying to re-catch a mouse. They think this hilariously entertaining game is invented for their pleasure. Take them out of the room, shut the door and ignore all the devestation they exhibit when not allowed to partake.

While I was hoping for a “mouser” between the two of them when we bought our new place in the country – I had high hopes that these “gifts” would be closer to well – not living – when presented.

So after careful consideration of what a good method of retaliation would be – I decided to add Stewart to the ranks of “Cat-Shaming”.

As much as I love you buddy, this was necessary.

Proudly stating the facts...
Proudly stating the facts…

Thoughtfulness appreciated, but very subjective my dear friend.

Yet another reason life is better with pets – you’ll never be bored….

Cheers,
Dailyspro

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Steady Si

Dear friends,

It’s with sadness that I write this today. The world has lost another wonderful furry friend.

Si, my parents cat, lost his battle to Feline Anemia yesterday.

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Si’s Story

Si came to my parents on and off over the last year/year and a half. Since February, my parents have been tempting him to choose them as his new caretakers with superexpensivecalifragilisticexpialidocious food and tons of head rubs. Si chose them in February, and sealed the deal after wearing the cone of shame and sticking around. A choice, I think would have been a difficult one for a stray. 

I referred to Si as “Steady Si”. As nothing phased him –  he was just a happy go lucky kind of cat.

Si was the puuuuurrrfect cat for my parents. He watched Nascar with my Dad for as long as Dad would like – without any arguments (unlike us). He supervised my Mom as she gardened for hours in the summer months. He was an ever steady companion, up for anything and always down for a couch snuggle. My Dad even taught him to do tricks, which he proudly showed all who would visit. It quickly became the joke between my siblings and I, that Si was the new favorite kid.

I like to think that he chose my parents, knowing it would be an amazing place to rest out his last few months.

My parents, knowing what a special cat he was – did everything they could for him as the vet said there was a chance they might have caught the disease early enough. They took him through two rounds of heavy antibiotics and IV fluid therapies. Their family vet actually offered to keep him for a few days and personally care for him, to see if she could increase his red blood cell count. It was too late, and we sadly lost Si yesterday.

It’s the worst thing about owning a pet – losing them. A feeling vetern pet owners know too well. The only thing we can do is love them while they are here – something my entire family did in spades.

Si, you chose well. You brought so much light and love into our parents home during the past few months. Rest well, my friend – in a world where I know there will be tons of belly rubs waiting for you.

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Pictured here is Si, after coercing yet another friend to give him a bellyrub.

 Dailyspro