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Infinite Cat Project Archives for August 15-19, 2016.

Mewsings: August 15, 2016 - "Cats may, indeed, be the thinking man's pet--because living with cats certainly keeps you on your toes!" - Barbara L. Diamond

cat with sword patter in fur

Gratuitous Kute Kittiness: Lugosi and Spider, celebrating their 17th birthdays.

Cat Mewvie: Motorcycle meow-ma.

cat s and dogs are very different

Today's Kitty Komic

giant cat mask

Feline Street Art: Giant cat mask, made in Japan.

hawaiian cat refuge

Cuddle hundreds of cats at this Hawaiian cat sanctuary
By Arielle Kaplan

They say all dogs go to heaven — and apparently all cats go to Hawaii. Well, almost all of them.

If you venture to the small island of Lanai you’ll find a cat sanctuary scattered with nearly 500 cats, according to the Huffington Post. These “Hawaiian Lions” have the freedom to roam around the 25,000-square-foot property filled with large huts, trees to climb and human visitors to scratch their stomachs.

The Lainai Cat Sanctuary opens its doors to the public to play with the uncaged cats for just a few hours every day, between 10 a.m and 3 p.m. Can’t afford to schlep all the way to Hawaii? No problem — the sanctuary offers an “adopt in place” program that lets feline lovers sponsor or adopt any cat of their choosing.

Executive director Keoni Vaughn calls the nonprofit community service organization the “Furr Seasons” which he opened in 2008 with the aim of giving homeless Hawaiian cats a safe place to live, according to the Huffington Post.

Although primarily a cat haven, the feline friendly grounds has a dual purpose of protecting endangered indigenous birds.

“We started on the premise of saving our native birds on the island,” Vaughn told the Huffington Post. “We focus on trapping stray and feral cats from bird-sensitive areas and then bring them into the sanctuary, so it’s a win-win for both native birds and the cats."

All cats receive a health exam, a microchip, and are sprayed and neutered before entering the main population, and if they’re never adopted they can live in the sanctuary until they’ve exhausted all nine lives.

One man flew all the way from Japan to Lanai to get his daily dose of furry cuteness. If traveling all the way to Hawaii isn’t in the cards for you, at least you can virtually enjoy the sanctuary via Instagram.

Mewsings: August 16, 2016 - "You may own a cat, but cannot govern one." - Kate Sanborn

cat helping man paint

Gratuitous Kittiness: "I'm helping."

Cat Mewvie: "Meow shall not pass!"

comic about adopting cats

Today's Kitty Komic

shotai takahashi cat with bell

Feline Art: "Cat with Bell" by Shotei Takahashi.

Mewsings: August 17, 2016 - "Cats, no less liquid than their shadows, offer no angles to the wind. They slip, diminished, neat, through loopholes less than themselves."
- A. S. J. Tessimond

cat caught in twisted hose

Gratuitous Kittiness: "I didn't think this through."

Cat Mewvie: "So say we all!"

abnormally large cat comic

Today's Kitty Komic

cat sculpture by silvio ribeiro

Feline Art: "Cat" by Silvio Ribeiro.

black cat appreciation day kitten

August 17th is Black Cat Appreciation Day
By Meghan Gionotta

It turns out, black cats don’t find homes as easily as pets with lighter colored fur. That’s why shelters across the nation are celebrating Black Cat Appreciation Day on Wednesday, Aug. 17.

Old myths, dating back to the superstition stemming from Halloween that black cats are unlucky, have kept adopters away from these dark-furred felines, according to an ASPCA shelter.
Those people are seriously missing out.

Here are just six of the countless reasons why a black cat would make the perfect addition to your family.

1. Black is one of the chicest colors, so your cat will always match your outfit. Hello, perfect selflie.

2. You’ll be able to find your cat easily, especially if her favorite hiding spot is between your white throw pillows.

3. Black cats are basically the star of their own holiday. You’ll be ready for Halloween without the hassle of decorating.

4. Throw away that lint brush! A black dress will hide any loose cat hair.

5. Your luck could (possibly) improve after adopting a black cat. In Japanese and Chinese cultures, the black cat is a sign of good luck. There are even black fortune cat dolls, known as Maneki Neko, that wave their arms bringing good wishes your way.

6. You know that feeling you had when you were picked last for a group game in school? That’s how a rescued black cat must feel every time another cat finds a forever home.

Mewsings: August 18, 2016 - "There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast." - Unknown

cat destroying toilet paper

Gratuitous Kittiness: "Sorry, I don't have a square to spare.

Cat Mewvie: Everyone loves those sliders.

typical cat relationship comic

Today's Kitty Komic

commercial cat sculpture

Feline Art: Cheesey cat consumer goods. Get Yours Now!

Mewsings: August 19, 2016 - "If the claws didn't retract, cats would be like Velcro." - Dr. Bruce Fogle

cat waiting at the door

Gratuitous Kittiness: "Yay! It's the big cat with the food!"

Cat Mewvie: Cat hates Donald Trump.

comic dog and cat people

Today's Kitty Komic

cat art by florian nicolle

Feline Art: "Cat" by Florian Nicolle.

cat and chipmunk

"I will never be a cat person."
By Julia Bayly

FORT KENT, Maine — There are two kinds of people in the world.

OK, so there are an endless variety of people in the world, but for the purposes of this week’s column, I am distilling it down to two: Dog people and cat people.

While both dogs and cats do reside in relative peace and harmony together here on Rusty Metal Farm, I have no problem admitting I am a fan of the former and just tolerate the latter.

I am not now, never have been and doubt I ever will be a cat person.

That’s not to say cats have not played a part in my life, and growing up there were always one or two felines around the house. But even as a child, I was drawn far more to the dogs we had.
Once I moved to Maine to attend college, there were a few pet-free years, but those ended when my late husband, Patrick, and I moved into a house near the St. John River and adopted an orange tiger-stripe kitten we named Darwin.

Darwin was, shall we say, special. He was a nice cat, but he was not the brightest kitty and seemed to go out of his way to prove his namesake’s evolutionary theories of natural selection.
If ever there was a cat destined to not evolve, it was Darwin.

Sadly, this proved out when we moved to Rusty Metal Farm, and within a week, something higher up the evolutionary food chain than Darwin selected him out.

Since then, there have been a series of cats here on the farm, all acquired with one job assignment — keeping down the rodent population.

The most recent feline additions to Rusty Metal Farm happen to be the longest lived.

Boris and Natasha — brother and sister — arrived as kittens 15 summers ago and have been hanging tough and — working as a team — driving me crazy ever since.

One of their favorite hobbies is driving the Rusty Metal sled dogs insane, especially if they can do so in the predawn hours and wake me up — it’s sort of a two-fer for them.

Starting at sunrise, which is very early in the summer, either Boris or Natasha will slowly and casually stroll up the driveway and plunk down in front of the kennel, sending all the dogs into a barking, howling frenzy.

About 20 minutes later, the cat moves along, the dogs settle back down and up the driveway comes the sibling to start the whole kennel cacophony over again, by which time I am wide and grumpily awake.

That suits Boris and Natasha just fine, as they are more than ready to come inside for their breakfast.

Sometimes they bring “gifts.” I’ve lost count of the squirrel, chipmunk, mole, mice and rat body parts left on the deck, usually in the path of my heading-to-get-the-newspaper bare feet.

Every so often they like to make things a bit more interactive by delivering their prey while it’s still very much alive.

One of the darkest times on Rusty Metal Farm was the last week of Patrick’s life when he was under hospice care here after losing his battle with cancer.

One night, as a friend and I sat quietly near his hospital bed in the living room, the cats — who frankly seemed oblivious to the tragedy that was taking place — began scratching at the door to be let in.

I opened the door, and in rushed Boris and Natasha, the later of which was carrying a very live field mouse that she proceeded to drop under the hospital bed.

While the two cats stood back and watched, you would have thought my friend and I were trying to defuse a live bomb considering the speed with which we went after that mouse.

We actually caught it pretty quickly and returned it to the wild, and afterward my friend turned to me and said, “When hospice calls in the morning and asks if you need anything, tell them you need a mousetrap.”

Even in the darkest hour on the darkest day on the farm — that was damn funny.

Just last week, after months of being lulled into a false sense of security, Natasha again surprised me with a live critter — this time a chipmunk that I swear to God she was looking to keep as her own pet.

I quickly vetoed that plan and was luckily able to “herd” the chipmunk out an open door and back into the woods where it belonged.

My friend Julie, who spent some time on the farm last winter, is very much a cat person and told me on several occasions, I just don’t understand cats and treat them like dogs.

Well, sure — dogs are cool. Dogs are loyal and, unlike cats, do not spend every waking hour trying to thwart your will.

I mean, come on — was it a team of cats or the brave and strong Rusty Metal sled dogs who got me through the 30-mile Can Am Crown sled dog race?

Julie had been somewhat taken aback by my consistent dispensing of treats to all canine residents on the farm, and my far more sporadic handouts to the cats.

When she discovered an unopened container of kitty treats that had been a Christmas gift to them from a friend months earlier, she immediately set about proving exactly how appreciative cats could be.

Looking on with great skepticism, I told Julie there was no way Boris and Natasha were going to do anything in return for a tasty morsel — other than perhaps claw her hands to ribbons to get at them.

Within two treats each, however, she had them proving me wrong as they were standing up on their hind legs and gently pulling individual morsels from her fingers.

By the smug looks on their faces, I just knew they were doing it to make me look bad.

But, maybe Julie’s right. Maybe I do expect too much dog-like behavior from cats, creatures who are their own unique and perplexing species.

Still, I doubt there are enough treats in the world to get a team of them to pull a sled.


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