The Safely Home Project

Welcome to another Tuesdays with Dori. I'm yoor host, Dori. *wavy paws* I know it's not Thankful Thursday, but I'm thankful anyway to have been rescued from an uncertain life at the age of 3 months. I don't remember much about living in the woods with my meowmy Annie, my daddy Nikolas, my brofurs Kopea and Keepurr, and my twin sisfur Patsy, but when Annie led us all to that house with the light in the window and the noms on the porch, we didn't know it then, but our lives were about to take a major change for the better. We all got rescued, and adopted, and for me purrsonally, I am very thankful that the hoomons who lived in that house liked me enough to want to keep me, along with my daddy, Nik.

Fatal Attraction to Plastic Bags

 

It all started when Rabbit was about a year old. I saw him chewing on an icy bottle of Ozarka. Since he's a pedigreed Turkish Van I was surprised he didn't ask for Evian or Fuji. I figured he was teething and the cold bottle soothed his gums. The licking and chewing went on over the next two years. I didn't think much about it. 

The Difference Between Men and Women

 

The Primal Habits of Humans

Dear Diary: 

You wouldn't think cats would be bothered by Mondays, but the truth is, we notice the primal habits of our hoomons change with the start of the week. Fur instance, Monday is trash day. The truck arrives at the Crack of Dawn, and unless Dadders rolls outta bed before that dawn cracks, we all get to enjoy our garbage for another three days. And let me reassure you, our household makes more garbage than ANY other house on our block. 

Purrson of the Year

 

Hey evfurryone, it's me, Rabbit. I wanted to share with you the wonderpurr tribute Time did on me, calling me Purrson of the Year. And the year is only five months old! I can't imagine what adoray-shuns and triboo-layshuns will be stowed on me by year end. But I'm a humble guy and take all this fame and worshipping fans in stride. I understand a pawtrait is being done of me in all my glorious Turkish Vanglory. I bet that pawtrait ends up on a billboard over Times Square or even Hollywood, and hoomons gather around to stare, taking pikchures and whispurring among themselves how envious they are that they don't live with me.

Yah, I can't wait to see my awards pawtrait and share it with all of you.

Artist used PicsArt using Distortion and White Ice filter.

Losing One's Identity with the Loss of a Famous Fur Kid

 This past Sunday Momma Kat lost her beloved Bear Cat.

To those outside of the Anipal community, Bear was "just a cat." I'm blessed to be on the inside of that ridiculous notion. I know, like everyone reading this post, that Bear was more than just a cat. He was Katherine's everything. He changed her life, and gave her back her sense of well-being, just by being there for her.