She is a 7 month old kitten and both of her parents are full breed seal point Siamese. At about 6 months she began to develop pink spots only on the leather of her nose and paws, which had developed to be entirely dark before then. Her fur markings have stayed the same and are still classic seal point with no speckles or spots so I don’t think it’s possible that she is a tortie. Why did these spots develop? Are they normal?

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Last night, when Merlin lay curled on the rug, twitching
Claws and ears in memory of some sparrow,
I adjusted the quilt, sighed.
Merlin opened an eye, saw it was only me, and walked
To nibble on a dish of Mackeral…then lay by the fire
Too softly, ignoring the windows too innocently.

Each dusk, I closed the flowered curtains to keep
Treetop shadows out of Merlin’s eyes.
But in the mornings, robins scouted the yard…and
Merlin’s whiskers quivered against the screen.

Last night, I picked Merlin from the rug, scratched his
Chin, ears, and whispered acres of woods and dripping
Perch years from the city.
Insensitive drivers kept the door locked…and children
Who liked black cats…and city toms who fought their
Blocks.

Early this morning, before the world flamed again, a
Scratchy noise and padded steps crept into my mind.
I knew the torn screen behind that window kept a particle
Of Merlin’s fur for me when I fully awoke.
A particle of fur from that window that only Merlin
Knows why I opened sometime last night.

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My indoor cat, 14 yrs, is shedding a great deal on her back, near the base of her tail. Her fur feels oily in that area and seems to clump together. Her skin is flaky as well. I thought that it might be she’s losing her "winter coat," and have been brushing her. This doesn’t seem to be helping. She also looks like she is losing weight. Any idea if there’s a bigger problem here?

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My human will never let me eat her pet hamster, and I am at peace with that.

I will not leap into my human’s chair which she has temporarily vacated, and then bite my human on the bum when she sits back down.

I will not slurp fish food from the surface of the aquarium.

I must not help myself to Q-tips, and I must certainly not proceed to stuff them down the sink’s drain.

I will not bite my human on the rear while she is sitting on the Big White Drinking Bowl.

I will not lean way over to drink out of the tub, fall in, and then pelt right for the box of clumping cat litter. (It took FOREVER to get the stuff out of my fur)

I will not stand on the bathroom counter, stare down the hall, and growl at NOTHING after my human has finished watching The X-Files.

I will not fish out my human’s partial plate from the glass so that the dog can "wear" it and pretend to be my human. (It is somewhat unnerving to wake up, roll over in bed, and see the dog grinning at you with your own teeth.)

I will not use the bathtub to store live mice for late-night snacks.

I will not drag dirty socks up from the basement in the middle of the night, deposit them on the bed and yell at the top of my lungs so that my human can admire my "kill."

I will not knead my male human’s groin at 2 a.m. with claws extended. It seems to cause him some discomfort and he wakes up all grumpy.

I will not perch on my human’s chest in the middle of the night and stare into her eyes until she wakes up.

We will not play Herd of Thundering Wildebeests Stampeding Across the Plains of the Serengeti over my humans’ bed while they’re trying to sleep.

Screaming at the can of food will not make it open itself.

I cannot leap through closed windows to catch birds outside. If I forget this and bonk my head on the window and fall behind the couch in my attempt, I will not get up and do the same thing again.

I will not assume the patio door is open when I race outside to chase leaves.

I will not back up off the front porch and fall into the bushes just as my human is explaining to his girlfriend how graceful I am.

I will not complain that my butt is wet and that I am thirsty after sitting in my water bowl.

I will not intrude on my human’s candle-lit bubble bath and singe my butt.

I will not stick my paw into any container to see if there is something in it. If I do, I will not hiss and scratch when my human has to shave me to get the rubber cement out of my fur.

If I bite the cactus, it will bite back.

It is not a good idea to try to lap up the powdered creamer before it dissolves in boiling coffee.

When I am chasing my tail and catch my back leg instead, I will not bite on my own foot. This hurts, and my scream scares my human.

When it rains, it will be raining on all sides of the house. It is not necessary to check every door.

Birds do not come from the bird feeder. I will not knock it down and try to open it up to get the birds out.

I will not stuff my rather large self into the rather small bird feeder (with my tail hanging out one side) and expect the birds to just fly in.

I will not teach the parrot to meow in a loud and raucous manner.

The dog can see me coming when I stalk her. She can see me and will move out of the way when I pounce, letting me smash into floors and walls. That does not mean I should take it as a personal insult when my humans sit there and laugh.

Yes, there are still two very large dogs in the backyard. There have been for several years. I don’t have to act as if I’ve just discovered the Demon Horror of the Universe each time one of them appears in my window.

I will not play "dead cat on the stairs" while people are trying to bring in groceries or laundry, or else one of these days, it will really come true.

When the humans play darts, I will not leap into the air and attempt to catch them.

I will not swat my human’s head repeatedly when she’s on the family room floor trying to do sit ups.

When my human is typing at the computer, her forearms are *not* a hammock.

Computer and TV screens do not exist to backlight my lovely tail.

I will not bring the city police to the front door by stepping on the speaker phone button and then the automatic 911 dial button.

I will not speed dial the overseas numbers.

I will not walk on the keyboard when my human is writing important emio gnaioerp ga3qi4 taija3tgv aa35 a.

I will not stalk the deer in the apple orchard next door. They have sharp hooves and could hurt me if they weren’t laughing so hard.

I will not watch the guinea pig constantly as the guinea pig likes to sleep once in a while.

The goldfish likes living in water and should be allowed to remain in its bowl.

I will not put a live mole in my food bowl and expect it to stay there until I get hungry.

I will not eat spider plants and hallucinate behind the toilet.

I will not drag the magnets (and the papers they are holding up) off of the refrigerator and then bat them underneath it so that they adhere to the underside.

I will learn to relax at the vet’s office so they will start writing things in my records like "Good Kitty" and "Sweet Kitty" instead of the stuff that’s there now like "MEAN!!" "BITER!!!" and "GET HELP!!!!!"

I will not be miffed at my human all day and then kiss her on the nose at 2:00 a.m. to tell her that she is forgiven and can now pet me.

I will not scratch the children of lawyers, no matter how much they chase me or how hard they pull my tail.

If I MUST claw my human, I will not do it in such a fashion that the scars resemble a botched suicide attempt.

If I must give a present to my human’s overnight guests, my toy mouse is much more socially acceptable than a big live cockroach, even if it isn’t as tasty.

I will not soak my catnip toy in the water bowl to make tea. I will not get high and sit there drinking my tea and kneading the floor afterwards. I will not then get delusions of grandeur and make tea in the toilet bowl or the tub. And I will not try to make tea with used socks, dirty panties or hair scrunches when my humans take the catnip toy away from me.

A warm pepperoni pizza is not a good place for a nap.

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We tried Purina ‘tidy cats’ litter. it is very very fine and gritty. Our cat has very long fur. He is now not eating or drinking anything and is very sick but vet can’t find anything wrong. Only two weeks ago she said he was really healthy. Could he have licked this litter off his fur and now have a stomach full of it? if so, what can we do? Has anyone had a similar experience? Please help.

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My cat licks her hair to clean her self. although she keeps getting hair balls and throwing up. i don’t want her to get sick. she only about 2 yrs old. so is there anything to spray or put on her hair? or fur? i need heeellpp!! PLEASE ANSWER MY QUESTION!!!!

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I understand that she does it because it’s warm. But every morning when my driver starts the car, it idles very roughly until, what sounds like a small caliber gun going off, followed by a cloud of fur, the Jaguar runs normaly. I love my cat, but I fear that as the weather turns colder, she won’t have enough hair left to survive.

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Cat Breeds that HAVE FUR.. but don’t shed as much?
anyone have a russian blue cat?? Do those shed somewhat little?

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I met a really sweet stray cat that had fur matted to the skin and I had my cat’s carrier in the car. I asked local people and they said that she had been living on the street for over a year getting fed table scraps. I put her in my cat’s carrier and took hr to a no kill shelter. I don’t know what she might have had so how should I clean my cat’s carrier?

Will bleach work?

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Our neighborhood cat stays outside and we’re not sure who it belongs too but it gets fed and watered.
When I’m petting him I noticed that sometimes he’ll lay down and start licking his fur in spots where the fur seems less thick but he will also start biting and and pulling at his skin with his teeth.
When I look and feel, I don’t feel or see any bumps.
What does this mean?
Does he have some sort of sickness or flea?

thanks everyone

-mandi
He’s not even my cat though, we’re not sure whose he is!
This is why I am worried.

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