Motion Monday: Not Your Average Rescue Kitty

Meowee furiends, it’s been a few months since my last post. I had my 3rd birthday a couple of months ago in February and my humans forgot. To those who left a few good suggestions on my Facebook page about what I should do (to my humans) about that, I thank you, they helped me feel better.

Just before I show you a video of my new furiend Nacho, let me first say that he is one lucky little kitty. Not only was he rescued from under a truck in Mexico half dead, but his humans, who happen to be friends with my humans, will be bringing him back to their home here on the BC west coast where he will become a boat cat like me. And I just found out he’ll be flying in next week! I can hardly wait to show him the ropes…wait, I mean lines.

It’s not easy for street cats to survive, anywhere, even harder for kittens, and by the sounds of it, Nacho probably wouldn’t have survived if not for the quick action and kind heart of a compassionate human who made the effort to prevent that from happening. Apparently it was touch and go. But as you will see, look just how well Nacho recovered. He’s a fighter.

Bringing pets from one country to another is not simple either. Once I find out the story of Nacho’s journey from Mexico to Canada, including vet certificates, airline requirements and other paperwork, I will report back.

I really hope we’ll get along when we finally get to meet. He’s already good buds with his furiend Toby the Chihuahua as you will see in this video. I’m sure they will miss each other but don’t be sad because Nacho will be going back to Mexico for the winter and they will be together again. So without further ado, I present Nacho…

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Flavourites of Kittenhood

Writing 101 Day 10, Today, be inspired by a favorite kittenhood meal. For the twist, focus on infusing the post with your unique voice — even if that makes you a little nervous.


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My earliest memory is of a not so inspiring kittenhood meal that consisted of some kind of a wet meaty slurry and a bowl of water. About a month later, the slurry became more solid and was joined by another bowl containing little bites of crunchy food. We called them crunchies because kibble sounded a little too dog. Turkey, chicken, beef and fish, my palate was well diversified, and well, still is. Once in a while my human mom would give me a tiny bowl of milk as she had done for all her previous kittens and cats, but then she was “advised” that cows milk was bad for us. I didn’t have a problem digesting it but she didn’t want to take any more chances even though her cat Coco had lived for 18 years supplemented with cows milk now & then.

My humans would be away all day, so being more nocturnal than diurnal, I mostly slept during that time. They’d play with me in the evening, but when they went to bed, I’d be still be wide awake. I tried to sleep with them but after getting rolled on or kicked off the bed once too many times, I ventured back down to the basement and there I learned to hunt. Now being an indoor cat you’d wonder what I would hunt for. Bugs! You’d be surprised how many bugs would come out of the wood work in the dark. I didn’t have to go outside, they came in. Bugs are like vitamins. Spiders, moths, earwigs etc.  Some tasted better than others, but they were all fun to try to catch. Another odd food that I like is lettuce and grass. My human dad would say I’m my mom’s cat because she likes her greens too.  My dad’s not much of a green food guy at all.

I was about 2 months old when a special little bag of food appeared. Hard’n crunchy outside, soft’n meaty inside. Meowee, they were de-lish.  They were so special that they’d be hand fed to me. She’d get a handful of those treats, ten to fifteen of them, and sit with me on the floor in a separate room from anyone else. Just the two of us. It was a special time, our time. Treat, click, treat, click, treat, click.  She called it “charging the clicker” which was teaching me that the clicker meant treats. Those treats combined with the clicker inspired me to learn my tricks. I’d do anything they asked of me. Any flavour too, it didn’t matter.  This would continue for about ten minutes, one or two times a day, for a few days. That was it, I got it. Three months later I had learned 4 tricks: Sit, shake a paw, high five, and sit up. It didn’t matter anymore either who asked me to do the tricks, just as long as they had those or any treats. I’d do them for people food too. Steak and roast chicken were a big favourite. Then, when I was about 7 months old the ultimate treats started, but those are stories for another day. Excuse me now while I make this bowl of Mariner’s Catch disappear, nom nom nom nom! =^,,^=

Mom took this picture of me because I was too young to do it myself.

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