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Total entries in this category: Published On: Nov 04, 2008 10:52 AM |
Tue - November 4, 2008Happy (belated) HalloweenMaximoto the RumbleKitty has joined us, and
Halloween was the best time to send out the kitties' first greeting
card.
Posted at 10:35 AM | Sun - March 16, 2008We could stand to lose a fewMaybe weighing body parts separately will make a
difference. Rocky starts with his head.
Posted at 09:29 PM | Mon - December 24, 2007So this is Christmas (Eve)quickie by John Lennon & Rocky
Raccoon
Kind of hard to tell with the balmy weather
gently blowing the palm trees. But Rocky knows and sends wishes via his quickie
slide show in hopes that Santa is good to all of you
tomorrow.
Posted at 06:02 PM | Sat - December 22, 2007GreetingsStill in a MCR mood
Rocky Raccoon shares a brief morning-to-night
holiday greeting, set to the piano version of "How I Disappear" by My Chemical
Romance. That was the most amazing concert last week, experienced from the very
first row pressed against the railing. Even the security guy who busted me was
cool. After he took me outside and made me supposedly delete my pictures, he
let me follow him closely through the frenzied crowd back to the front, a safe
distance from the pit where people were being seriously
injured.
Posted at 07:23 PM | Tue - December 26, 2006Holiday videosstarring
Rocky
Rocky's Christmas wish did come true: he got to roll around, eat grass, and hunt lizards in the yard, but it still seemed as if he was waiting for someone.
Posted at 08:41 PM | Sun - December 24, 2006Tue - December 19, 2006'Tis the season to be lateRocky's
card
Ordered Christmas stamps online a week ago, but
they haven't arrived yet, so I have no idea when I'll get those out. We finally
got our tree yesterday, but not in time to include a picture of it in the card
-- that we can't send out yet, anyway.
Forget stamps, here's the card below! 
Posted at 07:56 PM | Tue - November 21, 2006Happy T-givingRocky Raccoon's reasons to be thankful this
Thanksgiving and the many more in his 7 or so remaining lives:
Posted at 08:08 PM | Mon - October 30, 2006Sat - April 15, 2006Sun - March 12, 2006I'm not fat, I'm fluffy
Rocky Raccoon could probably could stand to lose a pound or two. Maine Coons are one of the largest domestic cats and males can reach 20+ pounds. Rocky is nowhere near that, probably closer to 14 lbs. But this big guy is the considered to be the largest Maine Coon -- 45 inches tall and 35 pounds!! Posted at 11:53 AM | Sun - January 1, 2006Sat - December 24, 2005Sat - December 10, 2005Stuffed'Tis the season
Rocky snuck up there the other day when I was decorating our tree. He didn't pose well with the tree itself, though did try to "mark" it as his!! Posted at 11:12 PM | Wed - August 31, 2005His name was Tommythe white cat who was hit by the pick-up
truck
I finally had the nerve to ask my mother to
finish telling me about the cat she and another woman had found lying near the
median where she walked.
She said that the owner who came out and recognized it as her cat cradled its head and said softly, "Oh, Tommy, Tommy...I'm so sorry..." *sob* If that was my baby-cat, I would have wailed to the heavens, then run out into the traffic. But that's just me. Posted at 07:59 PM | Mon - August 29, 2005Kept trying to tell her to stopI'll find out more..when I can take
it
I was at my mother's house and she started to
tell me about her walk back from the mall today. She saw something on the
street across the bank, right where the median started. As she approached, the
object came clearer into view and she realized it was a large white cat,
perfectly still. Lying there. With its eyes
open.
It was still warm. I told her to stop telling me any more, that I didn't want to hear. She continued, said it didn't look injured at all, and told how a woman made a U-turn in the street, parked, and came over. The woman told her that she had just seen a white pick-up truck hit the cat and not even slow down as it left the scene. The woman pulled the cat by its feet to the side of the road and said she'd take it home to give it a decent burial. My mother said a little prayer for it and told it that it was loved. I backed away and told her to stop talking. She asked, "Why? It's reality." I didn't need reality and walked quickly to the door. She spoke faster and louder as I was making my escape, saying that another woman from across the street came out to see what was going on. In a heavy accent, the woman told them that the cat looked like hers. I rushed for the door and was halfway out. The woman turned the cat over and confirmed that it was. I screamed as I slammed the door shut. =================== Breathless and freaked, I rushed home to Rocky Raccoon and told he was never to go out of the house ever again because there are people in white pickup trucks who kill cats. And I hugged and cried on him 'til he couldn't stand it. It's been hours, and it was still difficult to type this tonight. Kinda hard with tears streaming down your face. I'll have to ask my mom for the rest of the story..when I'm strong enough to hear it. (She's annoyed with me that I ran out on her.) Tragic tales about humans don't affect me the way animal stories do. Don't bother telling me, I've always know that my priorities were screwed. 
Rocky Raccoon, JUST RESTING, as I blog Posted at 08:11 PM | Wed - July 27, 2005I'll ease off on the cat bloggingjust a bit =^.^=
Sorry about yesterday's entry; I realize not
everyone is a cat person, and even those who are don't necessarily want to know
all about Rocky's "movements". (And this was the second time I wrote about it!)
It's just that it was, pathetically, the main event of our day. I'll have to
put a filter at the end of my fingertips to keep myself from running off at
the..well, fingertips.
He's a funny cat, though. Well, I think so, anyway; others might think he's weird. He wakes me up by licking me and tries to get as many licks in as he can throughout the day. He also likes to groom my hair, but all that cat spit grosses me out. So unless he does something really blog-worthy, I'll try to limit posts about him. To tide us over, here's a pic of him licking (not smelling!!) my foot. Feet aren't necessarily his favorite body part (wrists and insides of elbows are), but that's all I offered him a few minutes ago. 
Posted at 06:33 PM | Tue - July 26, 2005Not feeling well todayPoor stinky kitty
[WARNING: yet another poopy cat
post]
On Saturday and Sunday I gave in to Rocky's cries and let him out briefly. He rolled, ate grass, did a lot of sniffing (and even some marking), and caught at least one lizard that I know of. On Sunday night he puked up some food, but I attributed that to the fact that he doesn't chew (hardly any teeth in his head) since he does that periodically. Monday (yesterday), he was fine. This morning he was more talkative than usual, but even if I knew what it was he was trying to tell me, I couldn't have helped him. I went outside for a while, but when I opened the door to come in, without even seeing him I could tell what had happened. I could smell it. He was blocking my way, trying to get out as usual, and he smelled bad. I made my way past him to check out the damage in his bathroom...and ewww. Poor sh*tty kitty had the wetsh*ts again. In the fifteen minutes I was away, he used his box, then sat on several things downstairs..with his long, matted, poopy-gross butt fur. I've tried my best to clean him, but he's still stinky, so I'm trying to get him to stay downstairs in an old area where he often takes naps because the floor is cool. Best thing is it will be easy to clean, and is away from where I hang out. 
But his "episodes" usually are repeated at least one more time in the day..so I'll probably be greeted by the same scenario when I return later this afternoon. This is all so much more disgusting than I can write about here. Posted at 10:41 AM | Sun - July 10, 2005Maybe we can helpIs your kitty balding?
If so, Rocky has more than enough fur and can
share. This was collected after just a few minutes of brushing. It's about as
big as his head, and he's got a big head. Is there a "Locks of Love"-like
organization for cats?
Posted at 06:58 PM | Sun - May 15, 2005This is the face of a dinosaur killerDon't let his good looks fool
ya
I was too late this time. I didn't notice that Rocky had found that poor dinosaur that he terrorized and injured the other day in the washroom. I didn't notice him pass me while I was having coffee and reading the Sunday paper in my kitchen. I did notice some sounds and thought that was odd since Rocky was supposedly in the washroom, but I dismissed it as sounds coming from outside. Only when I went upstairs and saw Rocky lying on the floor next to his towel did I wonder why he was playing there when just a little while ago he was crying for me to let him into the washroom. He was staring intently at his towel, which was messed up as if there had been a struggle (tho he does fight with his towel on occasion). As I straightened up the towel I found it -- and screamed. It was the poor huge, tail-less, dinosaur on its back, with white underbelly exposed. Couldn't bring myself to take a picture of it, but did snap a shot of the big, bad, dinosaur hunter. EDITED 8:45 pm: Damn cat! I guess while I was vacuuming his crazy fur upstairs he managed to catch yet another dinosaur in the washroom but this time took it into his bathroom to torture!! I found the poor thing badly bruised and barely alive, and took him outside where I hope he'll recuperate. I'm pretty sure it was the one I saw him stalking earlier today. The strange thing is those dinosaurs don't seem to hang out on walls and ceilings like our ever-popular geckos, but instead prefer to scurry on the ground and climb objects. Don't they know that cats can catch 'em that way? If they don't know now, I hope they learn soon! Posted at 12:20 PM | Thu - May 12, 2005Rocky's better today, thank goodnessWhatever he had must've passed
through
We're not so stinky around here today, but we're
still pretty gross. When I let him out into the washroom this evening (where a
centipede was last week), he was there for just a few minutes before coming back
in. Turns out he had a large dinosaur in his mouth and was bringing into the
kitchen to play with or something. I screamed at him, made him run back into
the washroom and drop it near the washing machine, where it scurried under to
hide. It left a long tail behind, though.
Oh. The tail was long and intact when I saw it hours ago, but now it's bloodied, broken in two, and looks kind of like a chicken bone: 
Poor dinosaur :( As much as I hate them for eating our pretty green anole chameleons, I still like lizards and don't want to see them hurt. Or made into cat toys. Posted at 08:23 PM | Wed - May 11, 2005You know how some people say they can detect bullshit?I need someone like that in my house --
who can detect CATshit!!
[Warning: this entry is kind of
gross]
I came home today to the sound of Rocky crying to be let out, as usual, but also to the SMELL of wetsh*t!! He had the wetsh*ts once before because of some parasite; don't know what caused it this time. I'm thinking he may have eaten some grass yesterday that had been sprayed with weed killer, or he caught a stomach bug again. Whichever, it's DISGUSTING! Poor kitty, at least he obviously kept going into his bathroom to do his stinky business repeatedly while I was out, but if you know cats, they don't like to do it where it's already been done. And there's just one litter box in his bathroom, so... Cleaning the bathroom wasn't the worst of it, it's finding where he sat throughout the day! He's a long-haired cat, with long butt hairs, and wetsh*t is still all over that area. I've been trying to track down and wipe up the buttsmears downstairs on the linoleum, but I know I'm missing some. I've even found one at the top of the stairs, but can't see them on carpet and I don't feel like crawling around the house with my nose to the floor. I've been trying to brush his butt to pull of the sh*t-matted hair, and it's a funny sight to see him turning around and sitting down so I can't reach him while I'm yelling at him, "Don't sit down, you'll leave another shi*tsmear!! I hope whatever he has clears up tonight, although he went again (in a fresh litter box) a little while ago. Poor stinky kitty. My mother's idea last time to cut his butt hairs short sounds good now, but it's way easier said than done. Posted at 06:39 PM | Tue - May 3, 2005This old catLooks as if it could be Rocky's
grandpa
Took this shot today as Rocky sniffed around the garage. I uploaded it to the new iMac w/the brand-spanking new, nifty-as-all-get-out OS X "Tiger" (see April 30th's entry). I never use the Mac's built-in iPhoto to edit images, but had to today since I haven't installed Photoshop on it yet. The sepia effect makes him look kinda spooky. Posted at 08:51 PM | Sun - May 1, 2005Lazy Sunday AfternoonWe should all hang out in the shade of a
mango tree once in a while
Posted at 06:47 PM | Thu - March 31, 2005FurballsNo, not furry balls, tho he does have
those, too.
Well, he has what's left of..you
know.
But the FURBALLS drive me crazy! No matter how often I vaccum the carpeted rooms, there's a perpetual thin layer of fur covering the floor, w/the occasional tuft and hank of hair that somehow fell off of his ass or wherever. That's bad enough, but in the uncarpeted stairs and kitchen there are furry tumbleweeds that blow around and are the freakiest things to behold! I should take a picture of one instead of automatically snatching 'em up and tossing them. They're light and airy, and some, if not caught early, can take on the shape of a delicate, gossamer-like egg. I brush Rocky on a towel upstairs right next to the banister, so the fine fur flies (say that five times fast) into the stairs. The strands gently blow back and forth until they gain enough momentum and mass to form the beginnings of an unorganized, wispy orb, kind of like a small pull of cotton candy, only way less dense. More like a hairy cloud. I love Rocky to pieces, but his fur is just too outrageous. Something must be wrong for a cat to shed so much. I don't really blame him, tho, since he's Maine Coon all dressed up in his winter coat, yet stuck in a house in Hawaii. I periodically take him out on closely-supervised excursions in the yard (to visit the dinosaurs and eat grass), but the first thing he does is ROLL and ROLL and ROLL, and pick up all kinds of dirt and cr*ap in that long, shaggy coat; dirt and cr*p that you know will end up in the house..along w/the crazy furballs! Posted at 07:54 PM | Mon - March 21, 2005Rocky's TaleActually, his tail fell off! (part of
it)
OK, here's what I wrote about Rocky on his
Catster page back in November.
(Please visit his page when you have
time!)
Arrival Story: Loud and plaintive cries coming from somewhere deep in my garage 2.5 years ago led to the discovery of Rocky Raccoon hiding under a work bench, near death. He smelled awful, could barely eat (had rotten teeth, gingivitis), was severely undernourished (less than half his normal weight), and as, it turned out, anemic with a slew of other maladies. After medicine, antibiotics, blood transfusion, six-tooth extraction (8 were already missing), and eventual partial tail amputation, he blossomed into the handsome (albiet pretty much toothless) guy he is now. He was first assessed to be 7-8 years old, but once he became healthy, his vets felt he was younger than first believed. (His age reported here is just a guess.) Bio: You might never have thought Rocky was a Maine Coon, judging by his initial appearance. He was a full-grown adult when I found him, but didn't have the beautiful, fluffy ruff and coat he has now. He was straggly, mostly short-haired (except for his pitiful tail), and only after gaining weight and becoming healthier did his Maine Coon attributes become apparent. I had named him Rocky Raccoon because he looked like a beaten-up coonskin cap and secretly hoped he was at least part Maine Coon..which he turned out to be! One of the stranger things about his first couple of days with me was that his long, gorgeous tail suddenly became bloody and dead at the tip, which eventually dried up and fell off!! A couple more inches had to be amputated, which was actually a good thing because his abbreviated tail is the hairiest thing I've ever seen and 5 more inches of it would be just too outrageous! His "bearded" feet are also a trip; I've never seen cat feet with such long hair between the toes! Please visit his website: HissyFitz.com to see how much he's changed from the day I found him! Posted at 02:07 PM | Sun - March 20, 2005His story should be told..."Dying Maine Coon finds refuge in
Hawaii garage"
..but probably not
tonite.
A pictorial is at his HissyFitz site . Text is, uh, forthcoming. Actually, he has several websites, but that one documents his transformation from sad, stinky, more-than-half-dead stray to the handsome, way-too-fluffy beauty he's become!! Oh, I just remembered he's on Catster.com, where I actually bothered to write a short bio. I'll look that up and post it... Posted at 11:55 PM | |
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