A Feline Opines on the Presidential Race

Hello Humans,
Oliver here. Since I am still technically a kitten, there is much I have yet to experience and many questions I have to ask about the world around me.

I have been hearing the humans speak a lot about this thing called “politics” and something called “the Presidential election”.  My humans have told me they are conservative, free market, state sovereignty, transparent government loving folks so if my comments lean a bit to the right, you’ll know where I got my ideas.  .

I thought I would obtain some information from the older felines in the house so I went to Tucker and his sister Jasmine. Both are twelve years old and have a few of these “Presidential elections” under their belts.

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Tucker

Unfortunately neither of them wanted to talk politics although I did get Tucker to say that if a candidate would guarantee a catio on every front porch, a home and food for every feral cat and a bird feeder in front of every window (kitty cable) he would definitely consider voting for that candidate.

Jasmine had no thoughts on the matter, turned her back to me, raised her tail and sashayed off.

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Jasmine

Lily is three and has had no experience in these matters.

This left me to my own devices

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Lily

(my brother Alberto is too young and he’s a silly goofball who never sits still enough to discuss anything seriously).  I purrrrused the internet and I found a strange phenomenon of humans dressing their cats to resemble one candidate in purrrrticular.  Although amusing, this did nothing to further my political education.

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Alberto (Al)

And then, lo and behold, I found a CAT who is running for president. Now before I announce this furry cat-i-date’s name, I would like to go on record as saying that his name might be a bit of a marketing issue.

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Limberbutt 2016

His name is Limberbutt McCubbins, the feline Democratic candidate for President.  When my humans saw me reading up on a Democratic candidate, they almost had a hissy fit but then they decided I should make up my own mind about my political leanings.  I read this cat-i-dates stand on the issues and there were a few I  was able to gave an enthusiastic paws up.

Cat-i-date Limberbutt’s passion for homeless cats is honorable and worthy of support. All the felines in my family were rescues and we appreciate anyone who wants to help cats have homes.

McCubbins states he has a kind heart, although I am wondering if his kind heart and compassion extend to all creatures (would he kill a helpless mouse, bird, gecko, etc. if he had the chance) or does his tolerance and compassion only extend only to certain species and breeds?

He believes in a tax code that is just for all. I would have to agree, after all, the less taxes the humans pay, the more money they have to spoil us with.  I would like to know more about his concept of fair taxes. Does he want to take kibble and treats from some cats he decides have too much and give it to other cats he thinks don’t have enough?  I might have a problem with that.

I can agree with cat-i-date LImberbutt’s desire for affordable veterinary care for all felines but before I jump on his bandwagon I’d like to know how he intends to make that happen.  There seems to be a distinct lack of specific plans here and even though I’m only a kitten I know that most humans have a limited amount of money to support us in the manner to which we are accustomed.

catsinspaceThe last portion of his platform has me a bit nervous.  Limberbutt is a staunch supporter of space exploration and believes we should see a return to cat space flights. Now if he wants to send humans into space, they can go all they want. Sending cats into space? Not on your life. Who would he choose to shoot into the outer limits…felines that didn’t agree with him or felines whose pawlitical stands he doesn’t like?  Nope, not supporting that.

I guess I understand why all the humans are in such a tiz about this political stuff. There sure is a lot to think about.

Maybe we should all (humans and felines) focus on what we can agree on and instead of hissing and spitting at each other, just have a sociable nose sniff and a little back and forth meowing. Or, maybe I should throw my hat into the ring….how does “Oliver Twist Aurit” for President sound?

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Your friend,
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The Art of Manipulation

Hello Fellow Felines,

Tucker here. ‘Just want to give you a hint about how easy it is to manipulate your humans. About a week ago my human uncle #MikeVesecky came to our house. He tossed his very expensive ski parka over my favorite chair. I immediately moved on top of the jacket and snuggled down into the amazing warmth. When Uncle Mike needed to retrieve his jacket to go home I gave him my saddest face. Uncle Mike was unmoved but the feline human noticed. So today, a big box arrived from #Macys. 

Let me just say I’m enjoying my cozy down blanket from #Macys!

   

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  Hello Humans,

Al here. My human just showed me a video that may just be the most remarkable idea of 2016. One brilliant human just combined two of the internets favorite things, cats and selfies…Catsies .

Now I am a bit purrrrturbed that the aforementioned human didn’t bother to contact me to participate in the photo shoots, I mean, seriously folks, look at this face!

Ah well, purrhaps my moment of fame is still to come.

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Your friend,

  

A Kitten’s Christmas

  ”Twas two nights after Christmas
And kittens so young
Were destroying gift paper
And having some fun.

The humans were snuggled all warm in their bed,
And felines so spoiled had been very well fed.

When what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a guest in the garden, a beautiful deer.

He munched and he snacked
On the nice cherry tree
Then turned toward the porch,
The kittens to see.

And then those deer hooves made such a clatter
The felines, so scared all jumped and then scattered.

And they heard the deer say
As he walked back to the woods,
“Merry Christmas small kittens
Now try to be good!”

  

Thankful Felines

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Hello Humans,

We have been informed that this is the season of the turkey and thankfulness. Although overt expressions of thankfulness are not always exhibited by felines, those of you who know and love our species understand that we are always thankful. Thankful for our warm beds, for the humans who are always willing to do our bidding and for the love and adoration bestowed upon us.

Our tribe is made up of rescue kitties and we think back to how thankful we are to our humans for giving us a forever home. The female human often visits the cats at our local shelter and she wishes all the cats there could find forever homes.

This Thanksgiving we ask that if you can’t give a kitty a home, would you do something nice for your local shelter that cares for them? Even some cat food, litter, treats or toys are helpful!

Have a Pawsitively Wonderful Thanksgiving,

Your friends,

Tucker , Jasmine, Lily, Alberto and Oliver

 

 

True Adventures of A Flying Kitten

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Hello Folks,
Oliver here.  This is my debut posting and I might have been forced to wait a bit longer had it not been for my amazing flying adventure this weekend.

Before I tell you my story, I must insist that you do not judge my humans. They watch over us like a nervous mother (especially the female human).  Only recently, have we been allowed more time to roam the house and freedom from our room but as all cat mothers and many human mothers understand, kittens can move at the speed of sound and keeping us out of trouble is a full time job.

However, I digress….back to my adventure. It was Saturday afternoon and my brother Alberto (also known as Al) was enjoying our freedom. We raced down the hall and chased the evil red dot. We snuck up behind the older cats and softly whacked their tails; we opened cupboards and drawers and had a wonderful time.

There is one place that the female human does not like us to play. There is a short wall in the place the humans refer to as the “living room” (frankly, I find this term silly, don’t they live in all the rooms?). This short wall is above the stairs and along this wall is a wooden railing that is a wonderful place for cats to pussyfoot along.  All we have to do to get the female human in a tiz is jump on the sofa and leap up onto the railing.  The male human is always telling the female human to calm down and then she reminds him of the two times our Boss Cat, Tucker, sailed over the upstairs balcony (that’s another great story but one I will not tell here).

So Al and I were zipping around and the female human was in the room of food (she calls it kitchen but that’s a dumb name because all the food comes from there) and the male human was on the sofa reading his square, flat device. One moment I was sailing toward the railing and the next moment I found myself downstairs.

I hightailed it behind the downstairs sofa seeking solitude to contemplate this recent turn of events. I heard the flap, flap of feet running down the stairs and when I looked up, the female human was on the floor beside the sofa.  The male human arrived soon and they had a bit of back and forth.

“Don’t touch him, he might be hurt.”

“I need to touch him to make sure he’s not hurt and, if he is we need to get him to the vet.”

The female human finally won the argument (this happens quite often) and I felt hands gently moving me from behind the sofa and into her arms. She touched me all over, whispering comforting soft words and kissing my head.  Then she scampered upstairs with the speed of a kitten and returned with some lovely smelling, stinky cat food. I gobbled up the offering she extended on her index finger and there was a collective human sigh of happiness.

Very soon, I was stretching, jumping on my brother Al and begging for some more of that wonderful stinky stuff.  The male human took a measurement of the distance I flew and pronounced it as fourteen feet (although I’m not sure if he’s talking about human feet or kitten feet). Either way, it was quite the adventure, but not one I care to repeat.

Until next time, this is Oliver signing off…..up, up and away!

P.S. Below are photos of the area where I began my first flight training.

Moving Past The Great Barricade

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Hello Felines and Friends of Felines,
Jasmine here. My friend (or more accurately “frenimy”), Lily posted about the “Great Barricade” and I thought I would give you an update. (If you haven’t read the reason for the barricade or my self-imposed exile, you can learn about it here.

I began to feel safer and the humans opened the gate (of The Great Barricade) in the mornings. I manged several forays through the house, sat in the kitchen window and munched some wheatgrass, headed downstairs and inspected the TV room and the human’s office space. Those were a glorious few days but then Lily began to figure out my schedule and she’d wait around the corner for me to step out of the bedroom and she’d chase me back in the room.

The humans are quite distraught about this (especially the female human). I heard them talking about something called “space switching” not sure that is and not sure if I will like it.

IMG_1351[1]There has been one interesting development. The humans have added two shelter kittens to our family. They are very tiny. One is named Alberto (Contador) after the famous Spanish cyclist because he races around the house like he’s competing in the Tour de France.  Alberto (or Al) is a pretty good guy (as far as kittens are concerned). The other one, Oliver (Twist) is named because his main focus in life is eating and, if he spoke English, he’d hold out his cat bowl and say, “More cat food please”. He’s also fairly congenial as well.  The interesting thing about these kittens are that they are brothers. Evidently this is something the humans understand but I find quite perplexing.OliverUnderTable

The female human has introduced both these little whippersnappers to me and after the obligatory hissing conversations, I believe they have acknowledged my place as Alpha female and I think we just might be friends (or benevolent ruler and subjects).   As you can see from the photo below, Oliver and I are sharing some morning conversation in my domain.
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So dear friends (human and feline), although we’ve had some setbacks, the “Great Barrier” has proven to be a good thing as I can now look into the hallway and hear the sounds of every day life in the household. I (and the humans) are hoping that Lily will become so intrigued by the kittens that she will forget all about me and I will, one day soon, be sashaying around the house like the good old days.

Jasmine.