Cat Project Archives for May 16-20,
16, 2015 - "In the beginning, God created man, but
seeing him so feeble, He gave him the cat." - Warren
Gratuitous Kute Kittiness: "My god! It's full of stars!"
Mewvie: Clouded leopard kitten.
Street Art: Cat mosaics by Christine Balliard.
survives fire by hiding in stove.
By Gwen Dambrofsky
For one Fort McMurray cat, it turned out the best place to ride out a
raging wildfire was inside a stove.
Jody Lishchynsky says that's where firefighters found her black cat Tux
when they were going through the rubble of what used to be her house.
From what she understands, firefighters are speculating an explosion
in the home might have blown out the stove glass, and Tux crawled inside.
Then another blast or something else caused the appliance to topple onto
its side, trapping Tux while simultaneously protecting him from the flames.
Lishchynsky says the day the fire bore down on her neighbourhood in the
northern Alberta city was sheer chaos. She had heard neighbourhoods near
where she lived were being evacuated, so she headed home to pick up her
son and start boxing up photos and important documents.
"I didn't take the chance of going back in the house for anything."
"We gathered for about 15 minutes. We had a nice pile of photos in the kitchen,
ready to go,'' she says. But then, "the wind shifted, and it jumped the
highway. It came down over our hill in minutes. We had to run. We weren't expecting
it at all.''
She, her son, her roommate and her brother jumped into their truck, along
with the family dog, with only what they had in their arms. The photos,
the documents and four cats all had to be left behind.
"I didn't take the chance of going back in the house for anything,'' she
says. "It was coming too fast.''
Her brother stopped only long enough to help a neighbour get an elderly
relative out of a home.
There were flames coming in the window already,'' says Lishchynsky, adding
they couldn't really see the road, just blackness and fire.
They headed to her brother's cabin in Boyle, Alta., where they've set
up a temporary home.
Lishchynsky says she was looking on social media when she saw pictures
of a firefighter cradling a black cat with bandaged paws, and realized
it was Tux.
"Holy smokes,'' she says. "He looked so dirty in the picture, and had
Through more digging, she found out they had also rescued another of
her cats, named Sky, though the other two cats were not found.
Late this week, she went to the Lac La Biche Humane Society and was reunited
with Tux and Sky — whom firefighters had nicknamed Toast and Singe.
Sky lost most of her fur and Tux is wearing a cone while his paws, which
sustained burns on the bottom, heal.
"I don't know why that fireman looked in that stove. That's just beyond
me. Sure enough, there's the little frigger.'
17, 2015 - "A kitten is chiefly remarkable for rushing
about like mad at nothing whatever, and generally stopping
before it gets there." - Agnes Repplier
Gratuitous Kittiness: Do not remove tag under penalty of cat.
Mewvie: 100 years of kitten beauty.
Feline Art: Watercolor
by Kirsten Bailey.
18, 2015 - "I was only a small child when the seeds
of cat enchantment were sown within me." - May Eustace
Gratuitous Kittiness: "No-no-no. The piano should be more
to the right."
Mewvie: Ingenious cat toy.
Art: Riding the virtual tiger.
takes cat to the prom.
By Nayomi Reghay
When prom is just around the corner and you still haven’t found
a date, what’s a boy to do? Stay home, listen to sad songs, and
whimper? Strut confidently through prom with a pack of your best bros?
Last year, Sam Steingard, found himself in this exact predicament. But
when he looked around, he realized the greatest love of all had been
right in front of him all along.
In what may be the most epic prom photo of all time, Steingard is all
decked out for the big dance alongside his gorgeous date, Ruby the cat.
Steingard’s sister Caroline posted the photo to Imgur on Sunday,
and it's racked up over 100,000 views in less than 24 hours. While she
pokes fun that Steingard “couldn’t find a date,” if
you ask us these two look as happy as can be. And according to Ruby’s
Instagram, the duo are “bffs."
19, 2015 - "If you want to know the character of a
man, find out what his cat thinks of him." - Anonymous
Gratuitous Kittiness: Catasaurus rex.
Mewvie: Simon's cat walks on the wild side.
Feline Art: Pure American kitty-kitsch.
20, 2015 - "Just as the would-be debutante will fret
and fuss over every detail till all is perfect, so will
the fastidious feline patiently toil until every whiskertip
is in place." - Lynn Hollyn
Gratuitous Kittiness: "I iz a petoonya."
Mewvie: Wild baby ocelot party.
Art: "You know you want one."
I became a cat person.
By Chuck Barney
Now showing in theaters, "Keanu" is a zany action flick designed
to turn the TV sketch-comedy team of Keegan-Michael Key and Jordan Peele
into movie stars. Just one problem: The ultra-cute kitten in the title
role pretty much steals the film.
I know this because, while watching "Keanu," I went completely
mushy for the adorable tabby that Key and Peele try to retrieve from
villainous thugs. Oh, those soulful eyes. That soft, gentle purr. ...
I wanted to snatch that little puffball from the screen and hug him like
All of which had me laughing at myself. Until very recently, I had never
been a so-called "cat person." Not even close. A movie about
a cat? You couldn't even get me to watch silly YouTube cat videos.
It wasn't that I had a deep-rooted disdain for felines. I just didn't
give them much thought. And I guess I bought into the stereotypes: Cats
are moody and aloof. I despise those traits in people, so why would I
tolerate them in an animal?
All of that slowly started to change last spring, when we spotted a feral
female cat hanging out in our backyard. I repeatedly chased her away,
but she stubbornly returned. Then, one day -- surprise! -- we discovered
that she had given birth to four kittens under our deck.
Family meeting time. They must be evicted, I decreed. So my sons devised
a way to trap them, and eventually, we had the baby cats in our custody.
Of course, there was no way we were going to keep them -- no matter how
cute they were. They had to go. My oldest son, David, and his girlfriend,
Ayla, promised to work on finding new homes for the little home invaders.
They had the cats spayed and neutered and spent parts of several Saturdays
at Petco trying to pawn them off on gullible suckers, er, cat lovers.
But I suspected they weren't trying hard enough. Several weeks passed,
and only one of the kittens was adopted.
" This is taking too long!" I moaned. "They're getting big. Most
people only want teeny kittens."
Meanwhile, my greatest fears were being realized: David and Ayla, along
with my youngest son, Sam, and wife, Diane, were becoming attached to
the damn things. They babied them and bestowed goofy names on them --
Rumor, Echo and Gus, the latter name derived from Augustus, the character
from the novel and movie "The Fault in Our Stars." Whatever.
Me? I grumbled. A lot. All the negative qualities I attached to cats
were materializing. They tore into furniture with their tiny claws and
knocked over vases. Their kitty litter stunk. And because they were feral,
they were easily spooked -- often scurrying away at lightning speed when
you approached them.
Ah, but then something amazing happened. One night, out of the blue,
Rumor jumped up on our bed, strolled atop my chest and settled there,
clearly wanting to snuggle. She had done this a couple of times with
Diane but never with the resident cat-Grinch. As she happily purred away,
my heart grew three sizes.
Then, a few weeks later, Gus -- the most playful and adventurous of the
bunch -- fell into a malaise, not leaving his spot on David's bed for
an entire day. He was obviously ill. We rushed to online sources, looking
for aid. We fretted and worried.
And surprisingly, I was a nervous wreck. I checked in on Gus constantly,
fearing that we might lose him. I nuzzled him and softly whispered in
his ear. The cat-Grinch had become chief cat nurse.
Finally, we took him to the veterinarian, where we learned that cats
can actually get fevers (who knew?). The vet prescribed some meds, and
soon Gus was back to his mischievous ways.
Whew. The guy who once wanted him out of the house ASAP breathed a big
sigh of loving relief. Now, I probably don't have to tell you that Gus,
Rumor and Echo have yet to be evicted.