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Occupation Means Nine Tenths of Possession

HIYA! SAVANNAH HERE!!

All I can say is that after the Battle Over Mom L’s Body last night, she will probably never let Dad P leave the house again at night.

Let me explain. You see, after the humans eat their dinner, then we all gather in the living room for TV time and whatnot. I get on the couch with Mom L. That is MY space as is Mom L MY human body to cuddle with. Dad P sits in his recliner chair with the foot stool up and The Kid Sage (TKS) get on a fleece blankie next to his body and he is HER human body to cuddle with.

The problem, as I am certain you can already see, is that we each have our OWN human body for snuggling and getting pets and attention at night. When there is one less human body, well then there  is a bit of a vacuum when it comes to snuggle space.

Dad P went to one of his community volunteer thingies last night so I had Mom L all to myself. She just needed to focus on ME, ME, ME. Ya might wanna know that I hide my thoughts inside the photo so you have to hover your schmousie over the photos to view what I am thinking.

So the night was shaping up just fine for me. But poor little TKS was left all alone, no human body to call her own and just her pitiful warm fleece blankie to snuggle with.

Where is my Dad P?

Where is my Dad P?

oh yeah, and I have to offer some apologies cuz all Mom L and I had to capture this whole fiasco of a battle was the smartie phone camera.

Moving along, I turned my back to rest my eyes and next time I look over at Mom L, guess what I see?

Oh Cat! I so hope Savvy doesn't notice me snuggled next to Mom L's leg.

Oh Cat! I so hope Savvy doesn’t notice me snuggled next to Mom L’s leg.

Yep, you are so right. TKS had slithered up on the opposite side of Mom L to get some snugglin’ and human body contact.

heh—heh—heh Bet Savvy doesn't know I am here

heh—heh—heh Bet Savvy doesn’t know I am here

As if I wouldn’t NOTICE her hugging my human! This was going to be the age old Possession Is Nine Tenths of The Law battle.

AHA! Caught you TKS! Stealing Mom L from me!

AHA! Caught you TKS! Stealing Mom L from me!

I simple could not believe what I was seeing. I had to take a moment and step away just to collect my thoughts about what the heck I was gonna do about this situation.

Seriously Mom L? Are you really gonna let her stay there?!

Seriously Mom L? Are you really gonna let her stay there?!

Once Mom L saw the look on my face, she took action and placed a 911 call to Dad P and advised him to step it up getting home or else he’d be on litter box duty forever! (not that he isn’t the primary scooper already).

And now you may be wondering who did get nine tenths of possession and claim Mom L’s body as their very own???

PAW PATS, SAVANNAH

West Coast Edition—From A Cat’s Perspecitve™

FROM A CAT’S PERSPECTIVE BROADCAST™—LIVE FROM CHANNEL KAT

And thank you Cathy Keisha for passing today’s broadcast of “From A Cat’s Perspective™” over to me.

West Coast edition, channel KAT—From A Cat's Perspective™

West Coast edition, channel KAT—From A Cat’s Perspective™

I am back again with my co-anchor, Cathy Keisha, asking a serious question. I certainly am not going to hold back my opinion and I hope you will leave us a comment to let us know your feline perspective on this important topic.

“From A Cat’s Perspective™”, Channel KAT, is asking our viewers this question—“Should A Cat’s Whiskers Be Cut?”

I can give you seven reasons why no human in their right mind ought to ever, never consider doing such a thing.

Let me start with the least harmful and end with the most important reason of all.

Seven—Our whiskers communicate our feelings and moods. Mom L knows that if my whiskers are whipped forward then I am ready for play hunting!

Let's hunt!!

Let’s hunt!!

Six—My chill’axed whisker position is always that droopy whisker look. Then humans know I am just hang’in out.

I am chill'axin—please do notice my whisker placed just below my ear, that's my Ear Whisker

Chill’axin—please notice my Ear Whisker just below my ear

Five—I must have missed a lot of my jumps before coming to live in my forever castle. You see, we cats depend on our whiskers to know just how far and how high we must leap to get to our desired target. Hmmmm—wonder if some human, or human child, cut off my whiskers and I fell when jumpin’? You know I never ever like to get very high off the ground, right? Just a thought—

Four—No whiskers, no sense of touch. Yup, without my whiskers, how would I ever be able to follow Mom L to the human litter box at night, wait for her, then follow her back and MEOW out loud to make sure she gets me a few kibbles for my midnight, or two AM, or four AM snack?

Three—Everyone knows we use our whiskers to learn if we can fit into a tight space or not—right? But, did you know that our whiskers respond to vibration in the air and help us when we are chasing that “ever illusive” wand toy?  That means without whiskers, I would not be able to hunt successfully. And even more important are our whiskers just behind our upper pad on both our front legs. The Kid Sage and I depend on these whiskers a lot. (you must click on photos to view the detail—apologies for poor camera work on Mom L’s behalf)

Two—my whiskers have a sensory organ, at the end of each and every whisker (called a proprioceptor) which is my online telepathic communicator sending text messages to my brain and nervous system. My whiskers are so sensitive, they give me a ton of data about any teeny change in my environment. That’s why I can tell in an instant that Mom L is about to pick me up to whack off my cherished sharp claws.

One—most of you know that our whiskers are officially called “vibrissae”. Big word meaning—my whiskers are embedded into my body’s sensitive muscular and nervous systems. If you pull, cut off my whiskers, you have hurt me in so many ways I cannot count. Use the brush or Furminator to help me keep my furs groomed and glistening. Please do not ever try to pull out my whiskers, even if they appear to a human to be on a strange part of my body.

Above all, please teach your human kittens to never, ever, cut, pull or tug on cats’ whiskers. They are an essential part of our ability to live our nine lives. And you must know that blind cats depend about 90% on their whiskers to move around and lead active, healthy lives when they are with humans.

Well, glad we had this little chat, and hope to hear any of your experiences with a time in your life where you thought you had “lost your whiskers”.

And now I say “Good Day” to my co-anchor Cathy Keisha and ask that you visit her to find out what her experience and opinions are about his important topic. And don’t forget that this conversation will continue on over at my Face Book page.

Paw Pats, Savannah

 

 

Superb Customer Service Makes Me Hungry

HIYA!  SAVANNAH HERE!!

I wanna say right up front here that NO THIS IS NOT A SPONSORED POST!. No one, absolutely NO ONE asked me to write this post but I think anyone who goes the extra miles to help make this cat healthy is worth a freebie shout out.

Most of you know, I am about 85 percent on a raw diet. The Kid Sage is 100 per cent raw. Mom L buys our raw chicken from Raw Paws Pet Food in Indiana. I showed you once before how our frozen five pound chubs arrive in a Styrofoam ice chest packed with dry ice.

Well Mom L keeps letting them know we are eager for them to get free shipping out here to the West coast like they are in most of the states west of the Mississippi River. They are all too familiar with her comment every time we order. They also seem to all know about my sensitive stomach and digestive system. Check out the two notes that arrived with my last shipment.

Mind you, the notes are from the person who packed my order. But this person KNEW ME!!

Isn't that the kindest customer service EVER?!

Isn’t that the kindest customer service EVER?!

So I got my “Feline Happy Meal” and little did this person know, but Mom L buys dehydrated tripe in large bags and she smashes them into sprinkles to put over our raw food each meal. Do you think I like my sprinkles?? They are the sort of gray little chunks you see.

*schlurp, munch*

*schlurp, munch*

We shared our bounty of extra tripe with some feline pals. They love it too. If you have a cat who is not a great eater, we highly recommend trying Raw Paws Dehydrated Green Tripe. Just smash it into small to tiny pieces and sprinkle over cat food. The smell and taste really draw us to the bowl.

And then to add to the already outstanding thoughtfulness, this is what we found in their “Thank You” note card which comes with every order, signed by the person who packed my order. They HEARD Mom L’s requests for help with shipping cost and did what they could for now—isn’t that great customer service??

Every little bit helps on the shipping cost

Every little bit helps on the shipping cost

As for me, you can see that I am enjoying my complete raw chicken , with tripe sprinkles. And when I am eating this food, with just a dab of my favorite Merrick chicken pate canned food to mix my Miralax in, I dine with gusto!

*munch, schlurp, crunch* Yummy and good for my tummy!

*munch, schlurp, crunch* Yummy and good for my tummy!

Raw Paws Pet Food has been a great pet food company to work with us to help me get my tummy happier. Mom L has tried a few other raw products, and freeze dried ones too—but TKS and I just don’t like anything but Raw Paws raw chicken and sometimes their turkey. We hoped to get shipping cost down by purchasing from a local raw cat food company, RAWR,  just 20 minutes away. While we both nibbled at it, Mom L and Dad P were worried as the owner does not consult with any DVM’s to insure her product is both safe and contains all the necessary nutrients for a cat’s diet. So Raw Paws is our go to source for now. And with customer service like they give, it’s hard to change.

PAW PATS, SAVANNAH

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