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Somebody’s Got To Do It

Did everyone survive Thanksgiving? How about Black Friday?

My cat, Jasper, is trying to recover:

Jasper Cat upside down

That’s how he rolls (on his back)

He’s a glutton like that! He didn’t have any turkey, because it’s bad for him, but he called me into a meeting this morning. He said that I wasn’t representing the hard lives of the cat population in a proper manner. So here it is, the hard life of a cat. I’m representin’ now, Jasper!

It must be hard to lie upside down in a bed all day long, have your food brought to you, and get loved on constantly. But I guess he has a point, because there is blonde dog hair (thank you Moose and Jacob) that he has to lay upon. I’m sure he’ll be filing a complaint with upper management after the holidays. Little does he know, I’m upper management!

Then again, the cat is always upper-management, which just makes me human resources!

Ghost of My Cat, Nermal

It’s your blog host here with a post about my cat.

I had a cat named Nermal that I rescued when he was a few days old.  I didn’t think he would survive into adulthood, but after bottle feeding him and being his “mother,” he lived.  I had him 20 years.  In the last year of his life, he developed hyperthyroidism and a few of the side effects are deafness, weight loss (even though he was constantly eating) and a meow that is hard to describe.  It’s very loud and pitiful sounding, almost like he was howling.  Since he was so old, I decided not to get him treated.  The radiation treatment alone would have done him under.  So, for a year he howled.  And howled!  AND HOWLED!  Here is a picture:

Orange Tabby Cat

During the night, he’d wander the hallways and the rest of the house, howling at the top of his lungs.  In my sleepy stupor, I’d always holler, “Be quiet Nermal!”  Of course, since he was deaf, it didn’t work, so I would hunt him down and bring him back to bed, only to have him lie there for about 20 minutes before starting his wandering and howling all over again.  Those were very long nights.

Anyway, I wound up having to have him put to sleep this past July because he was virtually wasting away to nothing (his weight loss was worse because of the hyperthyroidism) and he was developing paralysis in his rear legs, making him too wobbly to walk.  It was a humane choice, but it was very hard to let him go and I knew I would miss the little turd.  He was brought home and buried that afternoon.

That night, while sleeping, I heard him howling up and down the hall.  In my sleepy stupor again, I yelled out, “Be quiet, Nermal!”  Of course, he wasn’t there.

The next morning, I was in the process of officially waking up (I’m not a morning person, so this is literally a process for me), I was yawning and rubbing my eyes and just laid there staring at the ceiling, thinking that coffee sounded really good.

That was when I heard him, yet again.  Meowing up and down the hallway, like he’d always done. I still hear him occasionally, but the days of silence are growing steadily.  I think he probably found my golden retriever, Tillie, (who died a few years ago) in heaven and she’s probably telling him to keep his mouth shut!

It does make me feel better that he’s still around, even if it’s not as frequent.

“I Run This House,” said the Cat

I wish I had a photograph to document what I’m about to tell you, but when this happened, I was awoken at midnight because of the commotion and finding a camera in the dark was not an option.

Anyway, my cat Jasper (see pic here) was apparently pissed off and cornered my two yellow labrador retrievers, Moose and Jake.  Why was Jasper pissed?  Who knows.  Maybe the dogs were breathing, as such things do tend to happen when one is a living, breathing thing.

Now, Jasper is not a small cat by any means, but he is just a cat and when compared to two dogs who are close to 100lbs, he’s considered tiny.  His ego and confidence are not, however, and like I said, he had these two idiots cornered.

Both dogs were huddled against the wall, faces pointed upward, and I swear, I haven’t seen two dogs blink that much and that fast…EVER.  Jasper was standing in front of them like a Drill Sergeant and I could almost hear the following conversation:

Jasper:  I own you bitches!

Dogs (in unison):  Sir, yes, Sir.  Whatever you say, Sir.

Jasper:  And don’t you forget it!

Dogs:  (looking up and still blinking)

That was it.  After the “conversation,” Jasper walked away cockily (flicking his tail) while the two dogs climbed back in bed.

Proper Indoor Plant Care

cat indoor potted plant


Water once a week. Fertilize once a month. Should bloom in the spring.

(note: is that a “go to hell” look, or what?)


“I don’t know … looks to me like that cat’s high on pot.”