tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830899.post4656874785390721555..comments2024-03-27T12:58:00.592-07:00Comments on Snowbrush: Cream, Candy, Cat, Baranki and Samovar,Snowbrushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00436087215476479042noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830899.post-81289337185952066762018-12-19T08:25:00.472-08:002018-12-19T08:25:00.472-08:00Snowbrush - I love this post. I recently fell in l...Snowbrush - I love this post. I recently fell in love with a tuxedo - Mrs. Bobbins. She tolerates me and occasionally purrs and curls up beside me.<br />Old GoatOneoldgoat1962https://www.blogger.com/profile/11233023044660640321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830899.post-68762155023156068742018-12-17T16:35:27.065-08:002018-12-17T16:35:27.065-08:00My kind friend,
What a thoughtful post and the es...My kind friend,<br /><br />What a thoughtful post and the essence of the cat's interesting quirks shines through in your observations. Most importantly, your love of animals and indeed, what they can teach us with their blessings, resonates throughout.<br /><br />Thank you for this.<br /><br />Gary klahaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08613505424843475639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830899.post-67709399793452519442018-12-16T01:32:08.606-08:002018-12-16T01:32:08.606-08:00Its so nice to see the personalities of these cats...Its so nice to see the personalities of these cats, and how well they fit into your lives. My boyfriend and I dream of having a cat and a dog. We'll get the dog first so that the kitten later finds it easier to fit in. Pets do save us from all that there is. My parents have a golden retriever, he's the best thing out there. Such a noble soul.<br /><br />Its great to have stumbled across your blog! Sending you all the best for the upcoming holiday season!<br />xxThe Purple Assassin.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15095965913335974493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830899.post-8158276014025212922018-11-29T10:55:02.057-08:002018-11-29T10:55:02.057-08:00I think it's fascinating that your cats treat ...I think it's fascinating that your cats treat you and Peggy differently. I wonder if my dogs do this and I haven't noticed. I'll have to pay better attention. I have never seen a cat stomp or a squirrel curse but I'm going to keep my eye out for that too!hannah janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06761916469652723385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830899.post-84608162429141993332018-11-27T07:02:33.763-08:002018-11-27T07:02:33.763-08:00Most afternoons you go to church??? Elaborate, pl...Most afternoons you go to church??? Elaborate, please!<br /><br />P.S. - I like your cat posts better than some of your others....rhymeswithplaguehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10870439618129001633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830899.post-4149927206855008622018-11-26T04:15:30.150-08:002018-11-26T04:15:30.150-08:00Superb post, Snowy. I fully understand your deep l...Superb post, Snowy. I fully understand your deep love of your gorgeous friends, family even. <br /><br />My heart has twice been ripped open by two of my lovely cats, both female sweethearts of yesteryear. "Candy" had her back broken by either a motorbike or car. I was searching for her on Saturday evening as she hadn't returned at her usual time. Heard her faint cry in the gutter of the road; picked her up and carried her indoors. Laid her on a blanket in front of the open fire and wept as she purred while I gently gave a one-finger stroke on her lovely head. Then wrapped her in the blanket and searched Croydon for a vet ... at 10 pm Saturday night. And found one! A lady vet, working late. She took Candy from me and said there was nothing that could save her. I left Candy with this kind lady, feeling totally wretched.<br /><br />When we moved to Wales we had another young lady cat who hid under the kitchen sink in our new house, refusing to move from this dark place. She suddenly dashed out of the back door one day as Pat went out to the garden. We never saw her again. We put notices out, asked many local neighbours if they had seen her, all to no avail. No more cats, or dogs, for us any more. It's too upsetting when they leave us. Far too sorrowful and distressing.<br /><br />My daughter, Clare, has persevered with the lovable slobber-chops breed Dogue de Bordeaux, large dogs with relatively short lifespans. Her first, Marley, had a great young life but as he grew larger he had various problems and finally had to be put to his rest. She then adopted Bob, and later Molly, from rescue centres. They got on well for many months but then Molly started attacking Bob. Got so bad that Clare sought a new owner for Molly. She found a wonderful new owner, and Bob became less stressed. Sadly, just a couple of weeks back, Bob developed a severe bowel problem and the vet said there was only one merciful thing to do. So Bob is no more. Clare was again totally smashed. She vowed never to go through this again.<br /><br />She came to see me on Saturday. She had been contacted by a rescue kennel and is now "fostering" a young mastiff, a cross-breed of a Dogue de Bordeaux and an unknown breed. She showed me a photo of "Dave" - black and white dog with huge paws. He's going to be a bit lad. Two other 'foster' homes had to return him to the kennels as he was too 'untrainable'. Today, Clare has got him still, much calmer than when she first met him on Saturday evening, even though "Dave" was awake all Saturday night, utterly stressed out. She has a truly magical way with these young, and old, dogs. I know what will happen next: she will again adopt him, despite her saying "Never again...".<br /><br />I've not yet met Dave. I want to give Clare a couple more days to let her foster-baby get more settled. But I'm pretty sure he'll soon be part of her family. I'll let you know, in a month or two.PhilipHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06811831703263176415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830899.post-26449034854636813412018-11-25T06:39:52.795-08:002018-11-25T06:39:52.795-08:00I've been mocked by a line of crows. I've...I've been mocked by a line of crows. I've been cursed by a flock of Brewers' blackbirds. The crows know everything about me. The maple allows such surveillance. Sometimes I mutter to them with an eye roll, "you think you're so great, sitting there in your high tower above me". They have several watch towers. When I get out the seed for the smaller birds, the calling starts, from one tree, then another, then another farther. And here come the crows. I can see your cat stomping, in tantrum. Sam has tantrums and so does Slinko. Fantasia loves drama, to create it and to be a victim. I've known humans like her. Anyhow, I enjoyed your post immensely.Strayerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08124298302997708537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830899.post-19423926015496373632018-11-25T06:31:09.694-08:002018-11-25T06:31:09.694-08:00This is such a beautiful tribute to life with cats...This is such a beautiful tribute to life with cats, it made me cry, Snow. I love this post.Strayerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08124298302997708537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830899.post-85958291688797395432018-11-24T09:58:09.149-08:002018-11-24T09:58:09.149-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Marionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14786883679294446945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830899.post-58631651496247152592018-11-24T08:59:04.028-08:002018-11-24T08:59:04.028-08:00Child, it seems to me that cats are more multi-fac...Child, it seems to me that cats are more multi-faceted than dogs, or at least more idiosyncratic. Of course, it's also true that only once did I have more than one dog at a time (I had two), which made it harder for me to compare them. I can but say that, to me, cats are more intriguing, partly because they are so very different one from one another, and partly because they bare little resemblance to what I expected. Of course, I've heard the jokes about dogs having family and cats having staff, and while it does look that way on the surface, I think the deeper truth is that, while cats take us for what we are, dogs take us for more than we are. Both you and Kylie both should read "A Small Furry Prayer." It's about way more than animal rescue; it's about dogs themselves. I'll buy a copy and send it to each of you if you would like. Just send me your address.<br /><br />"he is the first dog I have ever kissed"<br /><br />It seems a little weird to think of pets as kissable, but if it's okay to kiss children, why not dogs and cats? I draw the line at dogs kissing me, though. When I see someone happily having their face licked by a dog, I just want to say, "Oh, yuck! Oh, gross! Oh, god, please make him stop!" However, my complaint about cats is that they don't lick me enough. That sandpaper tongue feels so good (and so non-slobbery). I just wish they would move it around more because it will take the skin clean off a person.Snowbrushhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00436087215476479042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830899.post-25894270529873892362018-11-23T20:28:09.350-08:002018-11-23T20:28:09.350-08:00For some reason I thought you had three cats.
I h...For some reason I thought you had three cats. <br />I have my son's greyhound here, he is the first dog I have ever kissed and the first who has been allowed on furniture. I love him beyond what is reasonable.<br /><br />kyliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11337612177612358367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830899.post-41356861996641135142018-11-23T16:11:34.846-08:002018-11-23T16:11:34.846-08:00We only have one cat at the moment, but he treats ...We only have one cat at the moment, but he treats us so differently it is like living with (at least) two cats. He will very rarely sit in my lap, but climbs into himself's lap and settles down multiple times each day. If I am outside he wanders from window to window checking out what I am doing, and will not settle until I come in again. He follows me from room to room inside as well. If my partner is outside Jazz goes to sleep. He will follow him to the kitchen, but rarely anywhere else.<br />Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.com