Cats a l’orange and a sweet Christmas story

Both of the vets and one of the vet techs in the practice we visit have expressed how much they like orange cats like ours. When Mike’s cousin, also a vet, mentioned the same thing a couple months ago, I researched it a bit on the Web to see if others shared the opinion that orange tabbies were somehow more special than most.

What I found, of course, were people who said orange cats (called “ginger cats” in Britain) were the best and others who thought them nothing special. The sweetest thing I found, though, was a Christmas story* about tabbies (not just orange ones) and the distinctive “M” on their foreheads that warmed my heart and convinced me that our orange guys are special — no matter who else thinks so.

When the baby Jesus was lying in the manger, he began to shiver from the cold. Mary draped blankets over the infant, but he continued to shiver.

She spoke softly. “I don’t know what to do. I thought you were hungry, so I fed you. I thought you were wet, so I changed your diaper. I thought you were cold, so I wrapped another blanket around you.” She asked the animals in the stable to move closer so that their body heat would warm Jesus, but the child continued to shiver and cry.

She rocked the infant and then laid him back in a manger filled with hay. He continued to cry.

A small tabby cat who’d witnessed the scene knew what needed to be done. She leaped into the manger, cuddled next to the child and began to purr. It was the sweetest lullaby imaginable. The baby stopped crying and drifted off to sleep.

In her gratitude to the cat, Mary marked her own initial upon the tabby’s forehead so that tabby cats would forever remind the world of how one of their kind had comforted the newborn Jesus.

What greater gift than the love of a cat?
~ Charles Dickens

* Thanks to The Cat’s Meow for the sweet rendition of the tabby story. Visit the link to read the Islamic version of the M story, too.

Have you heard the one about…?

So, have you heard the one about the sick cat who had to see a specialist?

After agreeing to pay a cajillion dollars for an ultrasound and numerous other tests, the cat’s dad asked the internist, “So, how did his heart look?”

The internist replied,”I didn’t look at it. I’m not a cardiologist.”

(ba dum bum)

We’ll be here all week.

If I had no sense of humor,
I would long ago have committed suicide.
~ Mahatma Gandhi

The cat has gingivitis

Julius had his annual checkup yesterday. Seems his oral hygiene has been lacking — evidently not good for a barely three-year-old.

It occurred to me that it might have something to do with all the bulimic behavior, though the vet had no suggestions for a cure: “Some cats just have sensitive stomachs and throwing up once or twice a week is not that unusual.”


Why do I feel guilty, anyway? I can lead him to the toothbrush, but the rest is up to him…

Maybe, just maybe, I can get him to eat these.

Actually, C.C. (the bad breath king) better eat some too. He’s already had his teeth cleaned once, which involves putting him under first — not fun, and we don’t want to do it again.

Two cats with bad gums? What are we doing wrong?

At least there’s been no talk of braces.

It occurred to me that my speech or my silence,
indeed any action of mine, would be a mere futility.
                                               ~ Joseph Conrad

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