Helping himself to a big dose of Earth’s morning sun rays, Brody faces another day on the planet with his old elan. Apparently, his mission here is not quite yet complete, although Comrade Herman seems to be wrapping things up. Please excuse the occasional radio silence from SHFC as we find ourselves completely overcome by the activities of kitty end game.
So sorry, the event has been “postponed” due to unforeseeable circumstances. Stay tuned, however, and our reclusive author will eventually come out from under the dresser to share her completely new form of cat -time how to. Meanwhile, please feel free to unleash yourselves amidst the incredible wisdom at the Self Help for Cats site and in the paradigm-slashing manual that will rock your cat’s world: Time Management for Cats.
Meet the writer behind Self Help for Cats and celebrate the new book Time Management for Cats.
POSTPONED FOR NOW:
When: Friday, March 7, 2014, 7-11 pm
Where: Refined Elegance,
For no reason at all, we’re having a reader-appreciation moment…
Thank you from our hearts for tuning into the Self Help for Cats reality, so far as we can present it.
Most people find us looking for the answer to the question, Why Does My Cat Go Crazy at Night? I’m afraid humanity hasn’t yet found an adequate answer to this conundrum, truly, but we love you for asking and finding our site. Or finding it any old way.
Each of your clicks hits our little kitty-human collective right in the heart. Dear reader, thanks for being here and being you!
This world is so bloody serious too much of time, yes? By living a cat-o-centric lifestyle, as many millions chose to, you have a clear and immediate cat antidote to the all-too-human world. Self Help for Cats is by cats for cats. We all know why we are here. For cats. Naturally.
At Self Help for Cats, it’s okay to put cats first. And second, and third. Cats are us and we are cats. We’re not seeing a lot of distinction here.
I was recently thinking about how perfect cats are, as I often do. I was probably looking at my kitty Brody. He’s the perfect mini-tiger. I had to wonder, why didn’t God stop at cats?
Then I realized, that’s another question… for another post.
In conclusion, I hope we’ve been at least a little helpful here, in adjusting your reality, that is. For that is all any man-cat-woman-cat can hold claim to, and it is the work we do. Or should be doing, more like it.
Oh sweet honeysuckle hockey-puck of a universe, please let this be an extraordinary year for everyone in the Self Help for Cats community! We know it’s in you!
Cheers to you!
Every single time I take my cats to the vet, the first thing they want is a blood test, even if the cat just had one. How suspicious! They aren’t even trying to hide it, but they can’t slip this by me. These guys love cat blood!
Veterinarians love to take blood just as much as vampires, it’s a fact. They say it’s to see what’s wrong with your cat. Sure. But do the math. A lot of time you think it through and you really don’t need that $150 to $500 blood test. It’s like the ultimate knee jerk reaction for a vet to suck your (cat’s) blood.
The blood taking is bad enough, but the vets don’t stop there. When your cat gets a little sick for the first time in its life and has one or two bad days, the vet tells you it’s time “to have that end-of-life discussion.”
I would understand if it was me. After a day or two of feeling sick, I’m all for calling Dr. Death or whoever. Unfortunately, my own doctor thinks I have a tendency to jump the gun on this. Apparently I’m expected to suffer through the flu and live another day.
Not so for my cat. At the first sign on difficulty, it’s time to have That conversation about end of life. The problem is, I’m far more attached to my cat’s life than I am to even my own. I’m not ready for the Vampire Vets to whisk him off at the first sign of trouble. Unless, of course, they can turn him into a zombie.
If my cat were a zombie I feel this could be the best of both worlds. No more getting sick or fending off blood-thirsty veterinarians. No more little cans of dead pigs and things. Just my little urchin giving me all the cat zombie love I ever wanted. So it’s a big yes for Zombie Cat, and a big no for Vampire Vets.
In the future, all holidays will be celebrated only by cats and dogs. Humans are too busy playing grown up.
Until then, Happy Halloween!
This news story caught our eye for obvious reasons. Batman shares how he rescued kitty from a house fire and gave kitty mouth to mouth at: