Invitation!

[louhirata]

Yooooou wouldnnnnnn't belieeeeeeeve what is like it! The mess - the cats hates it, of course, so I have to clean everything as soon as possible!!!!!!!

Carriots, greens, liver dish, dry foot, wet food, water, milks, nuts, all over, a little bit here, a little bit there... No, no, no salmon nor tuna, because these they eat every bit of it!!!!

Some visitors makes pitz pitz, so you can imagine how much I have to clean it. Because, the cleaner state that she wouldnnnnnnnnnn't clean it alone!!!! After all, she said, never heard of people that give parties to cats and dogs!!!!!!

So, some friends always stay behind to help put the house in order!!!!!

The worst, really, was the party of the white tent, when the cats made pitz pitz on the bran new white tent! The company got furious with it. After all the effort to rent one - they refused when knowing it was for a cat's party, but one was kind enough to accept it. We were so sorry the cats pitz pitz on it!!!!

We told them we would rent the same tent again. Thanks this is Brazil, they said ok. Believe it!!!!!!!

Uffffffff, now it comes Carnival!!!!!! In February..... The country is all "samba", "churrasco" parties and beaches!!!!! SUMMER VACATION!!!!!!

Uffff, ufffff, meow,,,,,,,, meow, says Rhays! He hates the loud sound of samba!!!!! But loves Summer!

[Frostfrog]

Looks like I missed lots of partying, but here I am, with lots of ice. It is good to have ice at parties.

[louhirata]

We sure need ice, lots of it. Because today is 41oC at shadow!!!! It is so hot, the fans move hot air around!

(The cats are going to have their basin bath, because it is going to rain tomorrow, so no swiming pool today. But they can have a cat's basin bath, where the water is more shalow and the temperature higher! They love it! )

We have to buy ice in boxes with about 5kg, there is 2kg too, at the grossery store! So, FrostFrog, you are more than welcomed! Bring lots of ice!

Never meat someone from Alaska! How do you keep your cat and yourself warm? You have not said the name of your kitten...

Lou

[Frostfrog]

My cat buddies, posted from oldest (going on 14) to youngest (3): Little Clyde Texaco - tabby; Royce - long-haired pure orange boy; Chicago - chubby little calico; Jim Slim Many Toes - black cat; Pistol-yero, white-pawed, white breasted tabby.

With such cats around, how could it be anything but warm?

[louhirata]

FrostFrog,

Simply very cute your kitties: the names are interesting! Jim Slim Many Toes, what cute name! Specially for a black cat! Chicago, come one, come one, sounds just cool! And Little Clyde Texaco and Royce are funny. Not to mention Pistol-yero. What is the meaning of this last word? It sounds like "pistoleiro" em portuguese, that is a man who shoots with the pistol professionally, like in the old movies!

I am sure they keep you warm! Do they go outside ever? Because it is all ice, isn't it? Alaska sounds very interesting and exotic. How do you dwell on everyday life about the icy environment?

Here it is 40oC latelly, like 28 oC at 4:30 am, which is 5:30 am in summer schedule! The kittens went to the pool yesterday and will go today. I must be carefull because they cannot have pool if it suppose to rain the next day -the temperature falls about 10-15oC, and they might cautch a cold, but if hot climate means no rain, there they go, they love it! They love summer time!

Otherwise, I give them a shower rain with the hose: they don't get really wet. But yesterday I went to visit Ro, and see Jota, Lulu and Suzie, and passed a wet towel on their back and bellies. Suzie, the siamese, loved, she splashed on the floor while I passed it. Lulu, who is black, sat immediately under the roof fan and got refreshed. And Jota, an orange mix angora did not liked at all. it was horrible hot at their home!

Despite the heat, Jota was giving his show and begged in his two back paws for some ham!!! He got all he wanted, because it is so cute, but so cute!!!!

Lou

[Frostfrog]

As for Pistol-Yero, this is the story behind his name:

When my oldest daughter first went off to college at the University of Alaska, Fairbanks, she lived in the dorm with a girl that she did not like, nor did she like the fact that she could not keep a cat there. The next year, she decided to go study in England. There, she again lived in a dorm where she could not keep a cat. As they wandered about England, Scotland, Italy, Czechoslovakia and such, she and her boyfriend met many cats and they would photograph them, and then email me the pictures.

Still, this did not satisfy her desire to live with her cat.

For her junior year, she returned to UAF and rented a waterless cabin out in the woods, because there she could keep a cat.

So, the day before she was to return for classes, I took her to the local pound, where I was confident she would find a good cat. Her younger sister came along and I told her, "Now, we are going to get a cat to go live with Melanie and that is all we are going to do. We already have four cats; that is all we can handle and I do want to hear even one word of persuasion from you, trying to convince me to get another. Do you understand? I especially don't want you to cry."

"I understand, Dad, and I promise I won't ask you to bring home another cat; I won't cry, either – I agree - four cats is enough."

So off we drove to the pound and there, amongst a host of beautiful and deserving cats of all ages, we found two eight monthers, one that had a coat similar to that of a blue fox, and the other a tabby, with a splash of white across his face, a white-belly and four white socks leading down to his white toes.

My eldest daughter quickly settled on the fox-blue, who she named “Slick,” although in time, she would begin to call him “Meechee.”

“You made the right choice,” the sad pound volunteer-lady sighed. “He is a nice cat, but that one down below is a real pistol. He’s mean. He hisses and scratches and bites and nobody wants him. He’s a real pistol! Nobody is ever going to take him. I’m afraid he is going to get the purple tag. He’s a real pistol!” She bent down to the level of his cage and peered in. He arched his back, hissed and let fly with claws extended.

“He’s a real pistol.” She sighed again. “No one will ever take him.”

I squatted down to his level and looked in. He did not look like a mean cat to me – just scared, a cat who did not understand why he had to be in a cage and who did not like it at all. He was beautiful and I loved him immediately. “Oh, Dad…” my youngest daughter stammered, tears beginning to form at the edge of her eyes as she scanned her brain for the most compelling argument that she could use to justify breaking her promise, to convince me that we should bring this cat home.

“Well, we’ll take this little pistol home with us, too,” I said. My youngest was shocked. She had won the argument before even making it.

The lady then led us up to the front desk to fill out the paper work while a male employee took the two cats to a back room to give them their initial shots. As we were filling out the paper work, the man suddenly screamed in the back. “Owww!”

The lady shook her head. “That cat is a real pistol,” she said again. The man soon emerged with both cats, and there was blood dripping from his fingers where the tabby had sunk a claw after being stabbed by the needle.

So I named him Pistol and it was just as I suspected. He was not mean, just frightened and scared. He is sweet and loving and in no way ever deserving of the purple tag of death. In time, because I felt so affectionate toward him, I began to call him “my leetil Peestol-yero!” in honor of the Mexican gunslingers of old.

And so, he is, "Pistol-Yero."

[G535]

What a lovely story, so nice to see cats finding good homes.