Savannah's Paw Tracks

Autobiography of a Former Shelter Cat

How’s Your Grooming Going?


“A groomin’ we will go, a groomin’ we will go—meowie ho! A zowie go—a groomin’ we will go!”

Oh hey guys, you caught me right in the  middle of my fave part of my day. I was just headin’ over to my groomin’ tool after my dinner.

ahhh—time for some fur cleaning

I don’t know about all of you, but sometimes Mom L doesn’t have time to give me a little assist with my fur grooming so I have a purrsonal groomin’ assistant who stands in for her. Why don’t you come along and check out Ms. Groomer with me?

Come on along to meet Ms. Groomer

Ooops—sorry you had to see Dad P’s gym shoes. Just ignore them and follow along.

There you are Ms. Groomer! How’s your evening going?

Ms. Groomer and I became like best buddies after about year from when she first became a part of my castle staff. In all honesty, I must admit that TKS was the first to make use of her superior services. But now, well we both enjoy her attention to detail. I always greet her with a soft touch of my chin furs.

ahhh…thanks for the chin scritch…I needed that

She is so accommodating and very flexible on her hours of availability.

What’s that? Oh why thank you for being willing to stay late just for me

Ms. Groomer has a very solid foundation so that no matter how hard I push her, she just pushes right back which gives me the best ever chin, neck and back scritches ever!

ummmm….ahhh…nice neck scritches

I like to take my time to move through her strong stiff fingers to get the max outta my fur grooming.

Give a bit more pressure on the upper back, ok?

Ms. Groomer is so understanding. She always knows just where to add the best pressure. I can confess, I probably leave about a kabillion pieces for my furs on her strong fingers every day. Why Mom L has to clean her brushie fingers once a week at least!

Alright, I’m moving on through for the lower back furs

And there you have it. My Ms. Groomer is the bestest groomin’ pal I could have. Never as good as Mom L or Dad P with my fave hand held devices. But, when a kitty needs a groomin’ right after dinner, Ms. Groomer is my groomin’ tool of choice.

What’s your fave groomin’ tool if your humans are not around to give you a good brush??



Friday Memes Continue


First up is yours truly—ME!

I’m hoping this meme will get some of my readers started talking about just where our feral cats look for their next meal. Will it be you? Please help by donating DRY CAT FOOD to your local cat rescues who focus on TNR and feeding our feral aka community cat colonies.

Now moving on to my newest cousin, Miss Dazee. She was rescued by Mom L’s massage specialist during the Napa fires. Miss Dazee was a stray cat surrendered to a Napa public shelter. She had to be relocated to make room for the fast growing number of “owned” cats being brought to the shelters when the humans could not take their kitties with them to local human shelters.

So Miss Dazee is learning to rule her very own human castle. How do you think she is doing so far?

Don’t you think our pals from Trout Towne Tabbies are gonna luvluvluv Miss Daizee’s attitude about burds?

And my closing meme is from another guest. Please welcome Bowzer!! Mr. Bowzer is a part Rag-a-Muffin cat who Mom L and I helped rescue from the streets in our new home city. He had a really bad ouie on his hind paw that required a drain and lots of pain meds for the gentle giant Bowzer. You see Bowzer was abandoned on the streets, and even thought weighing in at over fifteen pounds, he is indeed a gentle giant!

Here he was, after finally getting that nasty cone of shame off, taking his first good kitty spit baff for like a week!! And there are the lady cats—all wanting selfies with his mancatly magnificence!

So how did I do this week with my Friday Memes? Do you have your Friday smile goin’ yet???




Mr. Hissy On the Loose


Mom L, Dad P were at the animal services shelter to pick up a black feral cat we trapped in our own back patio.

When can I leave? A not happy Mr. Hissy in trap

He was neutered, vaccinated, flea treated and ready to be returned. We figured due to his chunky body he was being fed somewhere close by my castle.

Dad P, Mom L and Miss Sue, animal services’ Cat Specialist, went to the feral ward to pick up Mr. Hissy. The ward looks kind of like the one in this photo, and they have cages on all four walls. The room is about fifteen feet by eighteen feet (4.57 meters by 5.4 meters).

But all three were asked to leave the feral ward when Mr. Hissy became adamant about not wanting to leave his cage. The animal services Peep#1 and Peep#2 were trying to pry him from behind his feral den box and he was having no part of it. They were gonna have to open that cage so that’s why they vacated the room. Just imagine Mr. Hissy jamming his whole body behind his den box with his cage set up like the one in the photo below. He should’a been “in” the den box like this orange kitty, but nooooo—Mr. Hissy was BEHIND his den box!

Then all heck broke loose in that room!!!

Thud! Rrrrrrrrooowwwl…mrooowwwlll!!

Mom L hears Peep#1 in the feral ward hollering to her co-worker Peep #2—”Oh no! get the big gloves!”


“Holy smokes”, says Mom L. “That sounds like Mr. Hissy hit the door at the TOP!!”

Peep #2 shouts “Watch out! He’s climbing the walls!!

Scuffle, scratch…whoosh!

“He’s under there! Use the net handle to push him out! says Peep #1 in an urgent but calm voice.

Meowwww…huff, puff…meowwwwwwwww—”Mouses these Peeps are slow!!” thinks Mr. Hissy.

Clang! Ping! Clangity clang!

“There go the food dishes!”  whispers Dad P.


Peep #2 warns “Look out the water is everywhere!”

Mr. Hissy is just getting started in his run for freedom—”Sheesh…Peeps are gonna have to get smarter if they wanna get me back in that stoopid den box. It’s a tight fit for me.”

Feral Den Box

Kathunk!! “Ouch!! I Missed him! And that cement floor is hard! ” Peep #1 exclaims.

Screeeeeeeeech….yeowwzah…grrrr—”Maybe my growl will throw them off” Mr. Hissy mutters to himself.

Zoom…kazonk—”heh…heh…using the wall to launch from gave me a lot of speed!!” Mr. Hissy smirks proudly to himself.

Peep #1 urgently asks Peep #2 “Toss me the towel!”

“The towel??! Are you crazy???!!!  Did you hear that growl!!”

“Just give me the towel now!”

Zip! “Mouses again!!” shrieks Mr. Hissy. “How did I end up in this corner??!! Noooooooooo!!!”

Peep#1 exuberantly states  “Got him!! He’s a burrito cat now.”

Peep #1 used the old “toss a towel over his head” trick!!

“Double mouses!! That thing works every time!! It’s dark in here…hmmmmm…not bad after all…nice and dark and finally quiet. Maybe I’ll just let them think they won the day” giggles Mr. Hissy.

“Ok, quick open the den box. Good grief he sure has a big butt!” mutters Peep #2.

“Hey Peep! Watch who you are calling “big butt”!  I am nicely padded, that’s all” says an indignant Mr. Hissy.

Peep #1 emerges from the feral ward room, and proudly shows Mr. Hissy firmly caught in his feral den box. “Ok, Mom L, here is your Mr. Hissy to release back where he was trapped.” (Peep#1 and #2 were both wiping sweaty brows and upper lips).

“Mr. Hissy ought to nap all the way to his home.”

Mom L thanked the Peep#1 and #2 and hoped their day would get better after the Mr. Hissy adventure.

Mom L over hears Peep#1, considered by fellow workers to be Queen of the Feral Cat Ward, say—”I live for this excitement!”

As you can imagine, Mr. Hissy was not happy once he got home. He had made himself comfy and was taking a much needed nap when Dad P tried to get him to leave his feral den box! Mr. Hissy lived up to his name and uttered several meaningful growls.

Let me know what ya think of Mr. Hissy’s Adventure in comments!! Purrsonally, I am giving Mr. Hissy 10 points but I have to give the Queen of the Feral Ward 12 points!!!


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