Hey is anypawdy out there? It’s me, RaenaBelle. It’s furinally Furiday, and guess what? It’s stormin’ here again. Yep, it rolled in last night and looks like it’s gonna stay ‘round thru most of next week. As ya’ know, sis Dezi is still off at (virtual) Cat Scouts summer camp. Well, she must’ve found some where that had innernet service cuz she sent an email last night and wanted to come home. Seems she’s been passed over fur the highest purrmotion fur the fourth time and feels like they don’t want her anymore. Of course mommy told her she could come home, but that ifin she did, she would be sendin’ a message that she was a quitter. And, we ain’t no quitters, mommy said. Mommy told her to put on a smile and kill ‘em with kindness. Somethin’ ‘bout ketchin’ more bees with honey or somethin’ like that. Mommy reminded her that she was a Southern Belle and as such, she had a duty to be pawlite and sweet, no matter what.
Me’s never gonna be anythin’ but a Sabertooth.
I’s couldn’t care less ‘bout all that, I’s ready fur sissy to come home. Ya’ know, keepin’ up with the bloggy all by mine’s self is a lot of work. And besides, I’s don’t want anypawdy pickin’ on mine’s sissy…that’s mine’s job. MOL Hey, did ya’ll know they have movies on that chatter box with kitties in ‘em? Sure ‘nuff. I’s was watchin’ one the other day, and there was this big kitty that kept chuffin’ at me. She sure seemed worried. I’s kept tryin’ to tell her I’s was right here, but she just kept chuffin’.
I’s right here kitty. Why can’t you hear me?
And then, she tried to get me to help her take down a behemouth of a beast. Somethin’ ‘bout bein’ a ketcher?. I’s don’t know why she’d want li’l ol me to be a ketcher. You should’a seen the size of that thing. Do any of you kitties watch the chatter box?
Are you crazy? I’s not ketchin’ that thing, it’s Huuuuuuge!!!!
And hey, did ya’ll know mine’s mommy can sew? I’s never seen anythin’ like that machine she calls a sewin’ machine. I’s always knew there was a table beside the counters but I’s had no idea what was under all that clutter. Yep, mommy had some clutter. She says it isn’t clutter it’s shoppin’ bags, but hey, ifin ya’ don’t do any shoppin’ and ya’ never use those bags, they’re clutter. Right? Anyways, sis Dezi needed a hat fur summer camp, so mommy moved all those shoppin’ bags and voila, a sewin’ machine appeared. Now that was cool. Right up till the minute mommy broke the needle. Then, it was all, arms wavin’ in the air and yellin’ “danger, danger, get away, stay back.” Fankfully, she was able to get all the pieces up and change out that needle in time to get sissy’s hat made. I’s can’t wait to see what she makes next.
I’s’ll just watch the rain and wait fur sissy.
Well, guess I’s better run. I’s hear thunder rumblin’ thru again. Fank the cats, sissy will be back home soon to tell us all ‘bout summer camp. I’s know ya’ll wanna know how it went and hear all ‘bout her adventures there. We’ll be ‘round to visit ‘tween storms, so ya’ll stay safe now, ya’ hear?.
Hey, are ya’ll out there? It’s me, RaenaBelle. I’s sure wish I’s could see ya’ll. Do you wanna see me? What’s that mommy? Oh, okay, we’ll post fotos later so everypawdy will be able to see me. Well, okay then. Let me tell ya’ll ‘bout our crazy week. And furiends…it’s not over yet. While you all be readin’ this very posty, mommy will be chattin’ it up with the DHS nurse ‘bout qualifying to get some help around here. You know mommys doctor would like it ifin mommy quit drivin’. It’s cuz of those passin’ out spells she has. But a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do, mommy says. And till we can find somepawdy who’s willin’ to actually work fur a livin’, then…Well and now mommys gotta prove she still needs help. Anyways, I’s was gonna tell ya’ ‘bout our crazy week so far.
As ya’ know, I’s went with mommy to the doctor on Monday. And it was basically a good trip. Mommys’ back ain’t broke and she’s healin’ up slow and steady. Then came Wednesday and the dreaded dentist ‘pointment. Furst let me just tell ya’, mines harness still fit. And by still fit, I’s mean barely. It did pop open a time or two on Monday, but mommy made it work and said we’d look into getting me a new one. I’s hope she gets me a new Butterfly Cat Jacket. I’d be stylin’ then. Anyways, mommy decided she had the patience to deal with mines trainin’, so I’s got to go with mommy to the dentist.
But let me tell ya’, our house became grand central station ‘bout 10 minutes befur we needed to be walkin’ out the door. Furst the mail lady showed up with a package fur mommy. She had signed up fur some free “fight the wrinkles of old age” samples months ago and they arrived as we were getting all our things together to walk out the door. As soon as mommy laid the envelope down, the doorbell rang. Some neighbor we’ve never met was standin’ at the door askin’ ifin we had any boxes she could have. Somepawdy told her we got a chewy delivery and Christmas prezzies and might pawrt with a box or 2. Guess she don’t mind cat hair, cuz everypawdy knows any box that comes in our house is well luvved. Mommy was able to put the neighbor off and we ran out the door. Okay, maybe we didn’t run, but we were off as fast as mommy can hobble.
In the car, car started, and…OMC mommy furgot the camera. Mommy hobbled quickly back to the house while me meowed loudly after her. Don’t leave me, I’s meowed. Come back mommy, I’s chortled. Finally, mommy reappeared at the door and hobbled herself back to the car and we were off. And hey, we were only 15 minutes late. Mommy got out her old fashioned cell fone and tried to call and let them know we were runnin’ late. Hmmmpht They were closed fur lunch. Mommys ‘pointment was at 1 o’clock, right after lunch. So mommy put the fossil of a cell back in her bag and just drove…purrobably a little too fast. But, we made it and only 5 minutes past our ‘pointment time. Aspen Dental was the name of the place. Must have been all that wind blowin’ us all over the place. Least that’s what mommy says. We caught a tail wind to be exact. We settled into the seating area so mommy could fill out the new patient paperwork. When she turned it in, she reaffirmed there would be no charges fur this appointment.
A few minutes later we were called to the back. Yeah, everypawdy was ohhin’ and ahhin’ over me, but so far, I’s was the purrfect Service Cat. I’s chilled in the stroller keepin’ both eyes on mommy and mines nose in the air. I’s smelled lots of strange things, but no purroblems with mommy. They stuck mommys head in this funny machine that went round and round and took the funniest fotos. Oooooh (shudders) Mommys foto sure looked ugly. Then they moved us to another room and the lady kept stickin’ her fingers and some strange thing in mommys’ mouth. I’s don’t know why mommy didn’t bite that girl. I’s gotta tell ya’, stick your hands in mines mouth like that and watch out. Rrrrrrrroar Well, many more of those ugly fotos later, and we were off to yet another room.
The girl with the fingers left us alone and mommy finally reached into her bag to pull out the camera and take a purretty foto of me. “You’ve got to be kidding me!!!”, mommy exclaimed. The batteries were dead. She’d just charged ‘em the day befur, but they just don’t hold a charge like they used too. It didn’t really matter, cuz another girly came walkin’ in the room befur mommy could even get the camera put away. She started shovin’ her fingers in mommys mouth along with something that made mommy nearly jump outta the chair. Then she started ramblin’ on ‘bout cleanings, infection and periodontal disease. With tears streamin’ down her cheeks, and these weren’t the happy ones fur sure; she told girly that she’d never been told she had periodontal disease befur. To which girly replied, “Well that’s why your teeth are hurting. It’s really your gums.” To which mommy snarked, “No honey, it’s the gaping holes and exposed roots that’s makin’ my teeth hurt.” And girly looked at mommy kinda shocked and said, “Well yeah, that too.” And she purromptly left the room.
I’s chirped and mewed softly fur mommy to feel better and she cooed and told me how purroud of me she was. And then a little short man in a white coat came whooshin’ in and looked at those ugly fotos of mommy. Then he turned ‘round and innerduced himself to mommy. Dr. Luong he said and then he started puttin’ his fingers in mommys’ mouth. I’s gotta tell ya’, I’s so purroud of mommy, she didn’t bite any of those peeps. I’s couldn’t have done it. He poked and pushed mommys teethies and said things to the first girly who couldn’t keep her fingers to herself and took such bad fotos of mommy. Finally, everypawdy kept their hands and fingers to themselves and Dr. Luong talked to mommy. I’s gonna let her tell ya’ what he said.
Thanks baby. In order to get rid of the pain and infection I currently have, 8 teeth need to be removed on the first appointment (cost varies between $152.00 and $256.00 per tooth). Several of those are broken off so much they require surgery because there’s nothing to grab onto to pull. Of those teeth, 4 are the bottom front teeth. Basically, all I would have left on the bottom of my mouth is a crowned wisdom tooth and my canines. (The crowned wisdom tooth was done over 20 years ago, but is still holding well.) Also included at this appointment would be an immediate partial denture, for a total cost of $3598.00. Then there is 1 root canal and 3 additional teeth with smaller holes that need to be filled ASAP to avoid them becoming infected like the others (cost between $193.00 and $220.00 per tooth). These as well as the few remaining teeth have roots that are deeply implanted in the bone and so he refuses to entertain the idea of full dentures at this time. Also at that appointment would be placement of the permanent partial denture at a total cost of $1662.00. And lastly, they insist I need a cleaning that is done one side of the mouth at a time for a total of 3 appointments and a cost of $1535.00. I’ve never had my teeth cleaned, but of course these numbers sound outrageous to me, and I can’t find anywhere online where these numbers are valid for teeth cleaning. Unfortunately, the rest of the numbers do seem par for the course.
Fanky fanks mommy, that was too much fur me to ‘member. And I’s tryin’ to furget anyways. All those fingers in the mouth and all. Hmmmpht Just let ‘em put in ‘em mines mouth and see what happens. MOL Mommy says she nearly passed out when they told her the cost, but I’s didn’t sense it. Mommy says it’s okay, I’s wouldn’t have. Sounds kinda strange to me, but okay. Mommy says anytime you want more money than she makes in a year, she’s gonna pass out. MOL We did start a fundraiser fur mommy. You can see it here. Ifin you can spare anythin’ we fur sure would purreciate it, but unnerstand ifin ya’ don’t. Mommy really hates to ask since it’s not fur us, but she doesn’t know what else to do. There are fees associated with fundraisers that lessen your donation. But we know that some peeps only want to give thru a fundraiser. Fur all others, if you go to paypal and choose send money to friends or family, there are no fees charged and we will receive the entire donation. Our paypal email is: firstname.lastname@example.org ( lexi (dot) dezi (at) yahoo (dot) com ) Fanky fank you.
I’s gonna wrap it up now cuz this is a really long posty and fanky fanks to dead camera batteries ya’ don’t even have cool new dentist office fotos to look at. You’ll have to tune in to Service Cat Monday fur the rest of the story. And we’ve got a great question to answer too. We’re joinin’ the weekly Pet Parade.
Hey, are ya’ll there? Guess who? Dat’s right, it’s me, RaenaBelle on a Monday. Can you believe it? I’s never get to start da week. At least not without sneakin’ in. MOL But we all meowed and talked ‘bout it last night and decided I’s could publish mines letter to Santa furst. Bein’ da baby does have it’s advantages. A lot of them actually, but we’ll save dat fur another time. Anyways, sis Dezi’s been tellin’ me all ‘bout Christmas, and da traditions dat go along with it. She also told me ‘bout da meanin’ of Christmas and da traditions dat mommy has fur us. ‘Bout how on Christmas meownin’ mommy does all da normal I’s luvs yous stuffs and then tells us how special we are, and what gifts we are. And she sings those special songs she makes up ‘bout us and Christmas songs too. And how she reads us da story of da baby Jesus, and gives us treats and lots of extra cuddles. I’s gotta tell ya’, I think I’s gonna really like this Christmas. I’s already like da lights on da Christmas tree. MOL
Sissy also told me dat when they got da catputer and joined social media they learned ‘bout this Santa Paws. Pawrently he keeps lists of who’s naughty and nice and brings gifts to eveypawdy all over da world. Sissy did ‘splain dat pawrents have to help pay fur da gifts this Santa Paws brings, but dat you could ask fur anythin’ you wanted. And dat’s when da letter topic came up. So today, I’s writin’ mines letter to Santa Paws. I’s hope he reads our bloggy.
Please don’t look for your name. We realized very
quickly we could never add you all.
Dear Santa Paws,
Hey Santa, it’s RaenaBelle. Sissy says you know me even tho’ we’ve not met. I’s hope you and your family are well. I’s never seen a reindeer, but sissy says yours can fly. I’s don’t think she’s ever seen one either, but her sissy, mines predecessor Lexi, (may she rest in peace), told her like she’s tellin’ me. Anyways, I’s writin’ this letter to make some requests. I’s been a very good girl. I’s a kitten, so aggravatin’ sissy and getting’ into everything doesn’t count as bad behavior. Mommy said so. Mommy says I’s purrfect and deserve the world. So it’s based on that, that I ask the following.
I’s been thinkin’ long and hard about what I’s would want. You know, I’s a very blest kitty. Mommy saved me from an uncertain future when I’s was very young. I’s remember my first night here in mines furever home; there were so many toys, I’s didn’t know where to start. I’d never seen a toy, or scratcher or cat tree. And food? I had never seen a plate full of food fur just me. But ya’ know, mommy gives me one several times a day, every day. And I’s can always eat out of sis Dezis’ plate too. Back in the summer when it was really hot outside, it was nice and comfy cool in our house. Now that it’s turned cold, it’s nice and toasty warm in our house. And, I’s get to sleep on da bed cuddled up next to mommy. Sometimes I’s get treats; and I’s get all da love I’s want and then some. I guess what I’s sayin’ is…that I’s don’t really need anything.
Sure I’s could come up with a list of things I’s want. Catnip and Silvervine are just divine, and I’s just can’t get enuff of either. I’s love electric toys. And those Yeowww toys are outta this world.
But, there are a lot of kitties in the world that don’t even know when or if they’ll get to eat today much less tomorrow or next week or, well you know. (raises paw and wipes a tear from her eye) They’ve never seen a toy, much less a Yeowww nip nanner. When I’s crawlin’ into bed with mommy, they’re hopin’ to find a secure crawl space or open garage. The lucky ones are locked in cages at things called shelters. At least they get fed regularly, but a cage is no life fur a kitty. And I’s know, I’s spent the first part of mines life in one. Now, I’s can go anywhere in mines house I’s wanna go. Okay, maybe not the kitchen counters, but I’s don’t need to. Mommy gives me whatever I’s need from up there.
Sissy says some of those poor kitties out in the cold don’t trust humans anymore and are too scared to live in a home. That makes mines heart sad, because I’s can’t imagine not having a mommy to hold me and love me. But those kitties have learned not to trust because of the way they’ve been treated. They really do appreciate those peeps that are kind to them. They just don’t know how, or are too scared to show it.
So here’s what I’s want fur Christmas. All those kitties locked in cages at the shelter…purrlease send them families to love them and adopt them and give them loving furever homes. We don’t have any green papers to pay their bail, but mommy says sometimes shelters waive bail at Christmas and sometimes others donate the bail money needed. And well, I’s bet ifin you were to speak to the shelter, they’d listen to you. You are Santa Paws, right?
The next thing I’s want fur Christmas is fur all those kitties outside. Purrlease, send them all caretakers. Peeps to feed them and provide them shelters from the cold and storms. Help them learn to trust and accept love and send peeps to adopt them and give them loving furever homes. And find donors to give food and VET money to those in need. You know everybody right? So you know who to match up.
Sissy told me not to go overboard, but I’s have one last thing I’d like to ask fur. Mommy’s really sad over Lexi (God rest her) and Lucky (who died on Christmas). She tries to hide it from sis Dezi and me, but, we know. We can feel her sad. I’s don’t know what would make her happy, but maybe you do. She says sissy and me are all she needs, and that she’s the blestest mommy in the universe. But maybe a little “Santa Dust” (spirit of Christmas), ifin you have any to spare, would do the trick?.
Well, I’s guess that’s it. It’s been nice talking to you. Thanks, fur reading mines letter. Give everybody at the North Pole all mines love and ya’ll have a Merry and Blest Christmas. I’s gonna go get some of that sweet mommy loving, so I’s’ll write again next year.
Hey, are ya’ll out there? Anypawdy? It’s me RaenaBelle. Most of ya’ have been here since befur I was born, and so ya’ ‘member dat I was rescued from a very uncertain future and a really bad place. I’s been here long enuff now to know dat mommy wholeheartedly supports animal rescue and adoptions. There are so many kitties, and doggies too dat need luvvin’ furever homes. Now I’s not furgettin’ all you other anipals, but let’s face it, shelters are mainly full up with cats and dogs. Most of ya’ ‘member mommy and sis Dezi’s search fur a new Service Kitty in Training after Lexi went to heaven (whispers: God rest her). Most of ya’ ‘member dat they kept hittin’ purrverbial brick walls every time they tried to adopt a “rescue” kitty. And most of ya’ ‘member how torn mommy was when she found me at a bakyard breeder. Mines “fee” was da same or lower than most shelters and “rescue organizations” in da area. But lots of peeps didn’t/don’t consider me a rescue kitty.
I’s ask mommy to look up da definition of rescue and here’s what da Webster dictionary says: An act of saving or being saved from danger or distress. To deliver, redeem, ransom, reclaim, save mean to set free from confinement or danger. Well, let me tell ya’, mommy fur sure rescued me. I was born in a cage and had never been allowed outta dat cage. I was sick cuz of da conditions of da house and too many other animals who weren’t purropurrly cared fur. Mines future was uncertain till mommy saved me. We’ve had a lot of peeps ask exactly what is a Ragdoll. So I’s ask mommy ifin we could do some ‘splainin’ ‘bout da breed and a little ‘bout what goes on with these backyard breeders.
History of the Ragdoll
Let’s go back and give ya’ da history of da Ragdoll breed. In 1960, a non-pedigreed white Persian/Angora type kitty named Josephine had a litter of kitties sired by several unknown male Burmese/Birman like cats. One of these males had the colorpoints associated with da Siamese cat. Josephine later produced a litter of very docile, placid tempurrment, affectionate and a tendency to go limp and relaxed when picked up kitties. When a subsequent litter was born with these identical traits, Ann Baker purchased several kittens from Josephines owner and set out to create what is now known as the Ragdoll breed. Blackie, an all black Burmese like male, and Daddy Warbucks a Seal point with white feet male were among da furst litters born. Daddy Warbucks sired the founding bi-color female, Fugianna. And Blackie sired Buckwheat, a dark brown/black Burmese like famale. Fugianna and Buckwheat were both daughters of Josephine. All Ragdolls today are descendants from Ann Baker’s cats through the matings of Daddy Warbucks to Fugianna and Buckwheat. Other breeders were added and da breed grew.
The Temperament of the Ragdoll
Ragdolls are docile, calm and floppy in nature. These traits are attributed to da Persian and Birman breeds that were a pawrt of da foundation of da breed. Da breed standard states: The Ragdoll is affectionate, intelligent, relaxed in temperament, gentle and an easy to handle lap cat. They are often known as “puppy-cats”. They are easily trained, and appear to enjoy performing tricks or in our case, Service Cat tasks.
Now let’s talk ‘bout those pesky physical characteristics. We call them pesky, cuz some peeps are more concerned with da appearance of a kitty than da purrsonality. Dat’s why black cats have such a hard time gettin’ adopted. Anyways, da Ragdoll is one of da largest breed of cats with a sturdy body, large frame and proportionate legs. Males are generally larger than the females. We did note while researchin’ fur this dat Ragdolls are being bred smaller these days; with weights being stated as somewhere between 8 to 20 pounds. We purrsonally have not seen any of those smaller Ragdolls. The color point gene is responsible for the blue eye color of the Ragdoll cats. Ragdolls have a plush medium length coat consisting of long guard hairs and no undercoat.
Ragdolls come in 6 different colors: Red, Seal, Chocolate and da corresponding “dilutes”, including blue, lilac and cream. This also includes da tortie in all colors including da 3 patterns. With full coloring occurring around 3 – 4 years of age. The 4 different Ragdoll Patterns are:
Pointed: One color darkening at the extremities
Mitted: Same as pointed but with white paws and abdomen. With or without a blaze, but must have a “belly stripe” (White chin with white extending from the chin to the genitals).
High Mitted Bi-Color: Same as mitted, with white chest, paws and abdomen. White V mark on the face, and color can be red, blue, seal, chocolate and cream.
Bi-Color: White legs, White inverted V on the face, white abdomen and sometimes white patches on the back. (Excessive amounts of white or “high white” on a Bi-Color is known as the Van pattern. The Van pattern is Rare).
Lynx: A varient of the above types and having the Tabby markings.
Inbreeding in Ragdolls is/was very high due to the very limited number of foundation cats. A lot of breeders continued to cross breed “foundation cats” to Persians, Birman and Burmese in an attempt to broaden the gene pool. In the 80’s the CFA determined there were sufficient foundations and no longer accepts for registration any cross bred Ragdolls. That means only litters born of two registered Ragdoll parents are allowed for registration. So inbreeding is still very high among the breed. However, Backyard breeders still practice cross breeding today. As far as health goes, Ragdolls have a significantly higher risk of developing and/or dying from urinary problems. We are also at risk for Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy a genetic disease that can cause sudden death. A DNA test was developed in 2007 to identify the gene that causes HCM in Ragdolls, however it is costly, so not all breeders, especially backyard breeders, test for this. Otherwise we are fairly robust, low maintenance kitties.
Now we’ll get back to da rescuin’ of me. We do know dat I’s da product of 2 Ragdoll pawrents, same as sis Dezi. However, since I’s came from a backyard breeder, no testing was purrformed on mines pawrents fur HCM. And we can’t know da lineage of mines pawrents. However, I’s have an eye issue dat be purrevalent in Persians (stay tuned, we have a review comin’ up fur a great purroduct fur this). This could be da result of a latent Persian gene or cuz one of mines pawrents pawrents was a Persian. Either way, it makes no difference to mommy, cuz she luvs me and will take care of me furever. Dat’s what she purromissed when she rescued me from dat urine stenched, dank dungeon cage. Did I’s come from a shelter or rescue organization? No. Bit I’s was rescued just da same. Altho’ mommy was torn in da beginning, once she saw da conditions I’s was born into and living in and she saw mines face, she’s never looked back. She knows I was meant to be here with her and sis Dezi. And I’s so grateful she made dat call. And fur anypawdy wonderin’, sis Dezi is a Seal Lynx Point. At this time, I’s still a little young to call, but I’s fur sure a Bi-Color Van. Mommy says, I’s’ll purrobably be a Chocolate, but we’ll have to wait a little longer to say fur certain.
I’s gonna wrap it up now and see ‘bout getting’ some treats. I’s do wanna add, dat while we was writin’ this posty, da manager came knockin’ on our door to let us know our neighbor died last night. No, we weren’t close to her and we didn’t know she was “that sick”. She was tellin’ peeps she was gonna have a surgery and actin’ like it was nuffin’. Never da less, she was a mother, sisfur, daughter, awnty and neice to somepawdy, so ifin ya’ wouldn’t mind just sayin’ a purrayer fur her furmily dat would be nice. We’re joinin’ Rascal and Rocco fur da weekly Pet Parade. Go by and check it out.