Service Cats: Round and Round We Go, Where We’ll Stop…

Published on November 21, 2016 by Service Cats U.S.69 Comments

Welcome one and all, it’s Service Cat Monday. We know you’re all wondering ifin we got any questions or are we gonna tell another training story. Well, we didn’t get any questions, so we will be tellin’ another story ‘bout mes wheelchair training. Now a lot of you got a little giggle or laff from our last posty. Dat’s okay. Have yourself a big ole belly laff on us. It’s actually on me, but me doesn’t mind. Mommy says trainin’ is serious business, but:

Ifin ya’ can’t have a little fun with it, then kitty will quickly get bored and lose interest.
You never know exactly what kitty’s gonna do when trying to train them to do something totally foreign to them.
Most kitties are afraid of moving chairs initially, so whatever their initial reaction, you can be assured it’s gonna be funny.
And lastly, ifin ya’ can’t laff at yourself, then…well, so go on and have a laff on me.

As with all our educational postys da following will be written in human English. No kitty is ever harmed during wheelchair training. Ifin you’ve missed any of da posts in this series, you can ketch up by clicking on da links at da bottom of this posty.

Young Dezi standing on whaeelchair arm with Lexi laying beside her — You can see the footrest folded up at the bottom front right of this photo

Let’s first take another look at the wheelchair itself. There is a foot rest between the front wheels that sticks out further than anything else on the chair except the actual wheels. So when the chair hits anything, it’s actually the wheels, foot rest and mommys large ski sized feet that are in danger of getting banged up. This foot rest is made of metal, thus the main reason mommy attaches “bumper pads” foam pieces. Me wasn’t the first kitty mommy trained to drive the wheelchair, so she had already learned us kitties can’t drive using our paws. The joystick controller is pretty touchy and doesn’t take much pressure to move. When pushed forward, the chair goes forward, back, the chair goes back and left or right, to the left or right respectively. Anyways, like me said, mommy learned real quick that kitties can’t drive with their paws. So that led to our current method of mouth on joystick.

So, if you read last weeks post, you know mes first session was not very successful. But remember, training is all about repetition. So if at first you don’t succeed, then try, try again. And remember, that repetition must occur daily. Once training has begun, you can’t let a day go by that you don’t spend at least 15 minutes training the specific task. You may train more than 1 task a day, but they must be divided up into different training sessions. For most peeps, one task a day is enough. Another thing we didn’t say before is that you should never begin training tasks above and beyond normal kitty behavior until kitty knows and responds to their name. Mommy doesn’t allow anyone to call us “kitty kitty”. Mommys’ case manager has a really tough time with this one, and in response, we ignore her. We just don’t know who she’s talking too.

Anyways, mes first session was a bust. So the next day, mommy started all over again. Wheelchair positioned in the bedroom up against the bed facing the bathroom and the speed setting on low. Yep, a straight shot. All she had to get me to do is put mes mouth on the joystick and push forward. Easy peasy right? Well if you’ve ever trained a kitty, or any animal for that matter, you’d know nothing is ever that easy peasy. None the less, mommy sat down and began to call me. Of course me was already sitting at the bedroom door watching what mommy was doing. So me trotted over and rubbed against her overhanging toes, and she reached down and picked me up. Once on her lap, mommy began to pet me and coo about how smart me was and how much she loved me. Full on purr going, mommy positioned me onto her right leg with mes front paws on the right arm of the chair. All the while mommy was quietly and calmly telling me what to do next.

Mommy gently pushed mes head over to the joystick while holding me securely with her other hand. She then began to scritch mes chin till mes mouth opened. She then gently pushed mes mouth onto the joystick and said, “bite”. Me bit down and then started chewing at the joystick. Yep, me was a little over stimulated. So we sat there for a bit till me calmed down. No additional petting during this time, however mommy did continue to coo at me about how proud of me she was. When me finally calmed a bit, mommy started over. She repositioned me onto her right leg, front paws on the right arm and head over the control panel. No chin scritches needed, me automatically opened mes mouth and bit down on the joystick. Me could feel mommys energy and knew she was happy and proud of me.

She then gently pushed mes head forward. And…Nothing. We didn’t move an inch. Yep, while me was calming down, the wheelchair had turned itself off. It’s a battery saving thing the chair does. If there’s no activity for a couple of minutes, the chair will automatically turn off. Mes mouth was still on the joystick, so mommy couldn’t really see through mes head when she reached over with the other hand to turn the chair back on. She fumbled around feeling the buttons on the control panel and thinking she had landed on the power button, she pressed down. instead of the chair being powered up, she honked the horn. Me looked back at mommy who was still feeling around on the control panel. Finally getting the chair turned on, mommy positioned mes head again with one hand and held me on her lap with the other. She gently pushed mes head forward and…Nothing. The chair couldn’t move on the carpet on its lowest setting.

So, mommy felt around again for the speed button and finally gave it a push. By now, me thinks we’re playing a game, and me started pawing at mommys’ hand. Mommy patiently told me to stop and to “bite” the joystick again. Mommy then gently pushed mes head forward again. WooHoo We were on the move. Me could feel mommys’ excitement and me got so excited that me turned mes head to look at mommy while still biting the joystick. Remember me telling you earlier that whatever direction the joystick is pointed in is the direction the chair would go? Well we turned to the left and just kept turning. Round and Round we went in circles till all we could see was a spinning room. Yep, when me pawed at mommys’ hand earlier, me, or maybe mommy actually hit the speed button a few more times. Knowing this wasn’t what we were supposed to be doing, and because me was getting dizzy, me turned mes head forward again, and BOOM!!! Where’d that dresser come from, me questioned. Least that’s what mommy said the look on mes face said.

Hmmmmmmm Me had never seen the top of the dresser before. Look’it all those cool things me could play with. You guessed it, me jumped outta mommys lap and right onto the dresser hitting the joystick once again, and slamming the chair into the dresser once more. Yeah, there’s a reason me had never seen the top of the dresser before, it’s off limits to kitties. Mommy hollered for me to come back, but it was too late. Me was off and running. Me pushed an old jewelry box onto the floor and was off to investigate. Another training session over. Mommy says you have to know when to stop. If kittys’ attention isn’t focused on the task at hand, continuing to push will be fruitless. Sis Lexi joined me from her observation spot down the hall, in mes investigation.

When’s it gonna be mines turn to drive? I’s can already turn da chair on.

Well, me’s gonna wrap it up fur now. By now sis Lexi, had probably figgered she would never get any help. Me knows this, cuz now me’s in her pawsition and wonderin’ ifin Raena’s ever gonna calm down enuff fur mommy to train her on da wheelchair. Believe it or not, me does eventually learn to drive da wheelchair, but it wasn’t overnight or without much patience and a few bruises on mommys pawrt. So, stay tuned and lessen we get anymore training questions ‘tween now and next week, me will tell another of mes wheelchair training stories. In da meantime, don’t furget mes Gotchaday tomorrow and check out da pawsum Fanksgivin’ card Nellie made fur us. We’re wishing you all a pawsumly Blest Fanksgivin’.

Till da next time………………………………..Be Blest!!!

Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses

Deztinee and RaenaBelle

Service Cats Series

What to Look For Training Foundations Train Kitty to Massage

Smelling Disease Do You Need One Who Bears the Cost

Housing Laws and Exceptions Accommodations and Common Sense

When the Handler Dies Proper Training Methods Pt. 1 & Pt. 2

Easiest Task to Train Getting Kitty Ready for an Outing

Discipline: Stop Countersurfing Kitty Internal Disputes

Calling Emergency Help Just What Is Kitty Capable Of

Shad: Original Service Cat Harness or Vest Leash or Stroller

Dezi, the Wheelchair and the Chest

Blest Sunday: The Blessings Just Don’t Stop

Published on November 20, 2016 by Service Cats U.S.43 Comments

Raena, can you believe how blest we’ve been this month? It’s like da blessings just don’t stop.

Are you talkin’ ‘bout dat big box dat came this past week sissy?

Yep Raena, and da green papers to help mommy out and fur her to get some groceries, and her coffee, and mes birthday purresent.

Don’t furget your Gotchaday purresent sissy.

Me was getting’ to dat Raena. As most everypawdy knows, Fanksgiving is comin’ up quick. We don’t talk much ‘bout what groceries and foods mommy buys fur herself, cuz she really can’t afford very much, and often goes without. Mommy always says, so long as me and you have foods and litter and anythin’ else we need, then she’s happy. Mommy says she’s eaten more this month than she has all year. Anyways, as far as holiday meals go, it’s mostly like any other day ‘round here. Most of da time, mommy doesn’t have anythin’ to eat. She does try to buy us a special can of noms or treats, but dat’s ‘bout it. Mommy says it’s no big deal, she’s used to it, and just happy dat we are healthy and enjoy our special treat.

So anyways, da mailman came walkin’ up to da door da other day with a big ole heavy box. Inside was da biggest mostest gawjus smoked turkey tom lurkey fur mommy and us to share. As ifin dat wasn’t enuff, we got an email and awnty Vonda and her amazin’ 17 kitty cats sent us some green papers with instructions to get me a Gotchaday gift and buy some fixin’s fur our Fanksgivin’ dinner. Well you know mommy was a blubberin’ mess. They were happy tears, but me thought she might not ever stop. Mommy was cryin’ so hard she even had to wait a day to send our pawsum furiends, awnties and uncles a fank you email cuz she couldn’t see da catputer. And me’s been bustin’ at da seams waitin’ fur Blest Sunday to tell everypawdy and say a meowsy big, no Huge, Fank You. Raena’s furst Fanksgivin’ is gonna be complete with a real live, dead turkey tom lurkey.

I’s know you ‘splained what this Fanksgivin’ thing is sissy, but I’s can’t wait fur it to actually get here. I’s can’t wait to sink mines teefies into dat turkey tom lurkey. ‘Specially since you said turkey tom lurkey is even better than chicken, includin’ our favorite freeze dried chicken breast treats. I’s wanna add mines meowsy huge Fanky Fanks to yours and mommys.

Well Raena, ya’ won’t have to wait much longer. Mommy went to da grocery store last night and got some taters and dinner rolls, and pie fixins’. We’re gonna have a feast. But ya’ know what? even ifin all this hadn’t happened, we still woulda been blest and had a pawsum Fanksgivin’. Ya’ know why Raena?

Cuz we have a safe warm furever home with a mommy who luvs us more than anythin’. And cuz, we have da bestest furiends in da universe. Right sissy?

Dat’s right Raena. We’re blest each and every day. We have da mostest amazin’ furiends ever. We’re all blest. We have furever homes full of luv. But latlely, me’s really been thinkin’ ‘bout all those kitties livin’ outside. Da weather’s been turnin’ colder and even some of our birdies are flyin’ a little further South. We have some amazing furiends who take care of da feral and stray kitties in their area all year ‘round. And we can’t fank ya’ll enuff. We know those kitties are grateful fur ya’ even ifin they run away when you get too close. But fur every kitty dat has a care taker, there are lots of kitties who don’t. So we encourage everypawdy to look around and ifin ya’ spot a kitty who looks homeless, put out some noms. Maybe build them a shelter so they can get outta da weather. Check with da shelters and rescues in your area to see ifin there’s someone who can help or a TNR purrogram in your area.

Dat Alley Cat Allies website has a wealth of infurmation fur peeps.

Dat’s right Raena. Everypawdy can help, even ifin ya’ don’t have green papers. Shelters and rescues are always in need of volunteers, and you might even have some things ‘round your house you could donate. As we all get wrapped up in celebratin’ da holidays, let’s not furget those who don’t have da blessings we do. And take a minute today and every day to give thanks fur da blessings in your life. We thank you all fur being blessings in our lives and we send purrayers fur your health and happiness today and every day.

And don’t furget Sunday Selfies with da Kitties Blue. Mommy says she has some cleanin’ to do, so we’ll be ’round to visit as soon as we can.

Till da next time…………………………………………..Be Blest!!!

Dezi: Vibrant Blue

Raena: Navy Blue

Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses

Deztinee and RaenaBelle

Raena Answers the Question: What Is A Ragdoll Cat

Published on November 18, 2016 by Service Cats U.S.37 Comments

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.

Physical Characteristics

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.

Yep, we’re ‘spectin’ storms

Till da next time………………………………….Be Blest!!!

Luvs and Hugs and Kitty Kisses

RaenaBelle and Deztinee

reference: CFA Wikipedia

Dezi and Raena on Liberty Tree looking at each other

We’re Versatile Bloggers

Published on November 16, 2016 by Service Cats U.S.37 Comments

Hey Raena, did you see all dat spawrkly stuffs on da grass this meownin’?

I’s sure did sissy. What was dat?

Well Raena, mommy calls it frost, but me calls it pre ice. Looks like da beginnin’ of winter is here.

Is dat why we have shadows on da pawdee box room walls now?

Shadows? Oh you mean da ones dat happen cuz of da heat lamp mommy turns on when it’s cold. Anyways, it’s bloggy time Raena, and we were given an award last week dat we wanna show off today. Purrseidon nominated us fur da Versatile Blogger Award.

Bet’cha it’s cuz we’re all over da place sissy.

What on earth are you talkin’ ‘bout Raena?

Well you know, we cover a lot of different topics here. Da only thing consistent ‘bout our bloggy is our Blest Sunday postys and dat we’re purretty much always upbeat.

Well Raena, you might be right. Whatever da reason, we are very honored to have been nominated. Da rules state dat we must fank and link back to da purrson/kitty dat nominated us. Fanks Purr, we linked above. Second, we’re to show da award on our bloggy and tell 7 things ‘bout ourselves. Da last rule is to nominate and link to 15 other worthy bloggers, and let them know. It’s kinda hard to come up with seven things to tell ya’ll, cuz we purretty much tell ya’ ‘bout everythin’ as it happens. So, let me think a minute.

Hey sissy, why don’t you tell…

Me said let me think a minute Raena. Dat means you’re not supposed to talk and distract me. But dat leads me to da furst thing me could tell ya’ll.

1. Raena is a huge pest. She is all kitten all da time. And me likes to hiss at her when mommy’s watchin’ so me can get her in trouble and get extra luvvin’. But when mommy’s not watchin’ me really does like to play with her. Mommy says we are sooooo funny at night when it’s bed time. After we say our purrayers, we like to play a short game of catch and chase befur turnin’ in. Mommy says she offen lays there wishin’ she had ‘membered to bring da camera to bed with us.

2. Most of ya’ already know mommy be a singer and musician, but what ya’ might not know is dat no matter what be goin’ on or how scared me may be, when she starts singin’ to me, me will always come runnin’ to her.

Me too sissy. I’s soooooo luv it when mommy sings special songs to us. She was writin’ one just last night.

3. She sure was sissy Raena. Which brings me to fact number three. As ya’ know we don’t have much money. Long ago when mommy worked she always tried to adopt an angel at Christmas. Well, we can’t afford to do those things anymore, so every year mommy packs one of us kitties up and off to da nursin’ home we go. We sing carols and visit with those dat might not have anypawdy else. Mommy says Raena’s gonna get to go this year.

Really sissy? I’s gonna get to go visitin’?

Yes Raena. Quit inneruptin’ me.

4. Our bloggy is upbeat and we are and do feel blest everyday. Dat doesn’t mean dat we don’t have any purroblems or go thru rough times. We just choose to try to see da bright side of every situation. It’s not always easy, but there’s purrlenty of bad in da world without us addin’ to it.

Can I’s tell a fact sissy? (looks at Dezi, and Dezi nods)

5. Wellness sent us some chicken treats called Kittles a little while back, and I’s luvs ‘em.

It ain’t da fridge, but I’s in everythin’ all da time.

6. When mommy’s in da kitchen fur whatever reason, I’s like to lay right in front of da ‘fridgerator. Yep, even ifin mommy needs in it. It really furustrates mommy sometimes, cuz I’s won’t move even when she opens da door. I’s just suck it in and flatten out so da door won’t hit me.

7. Our last fact dat ya’ll might not know, is dat mommy be an ordained Christian minister.

One thing Raena? You just kinda took over didn’t ya’?.

I’s knew you wouldn’t mind sissy. Right?

Yeah, dat’s right. Peeps are just as curious ‘bout you and of course mommy as they are me. Anyways, those are our 7 facts ‘bout us. Me coulda mentioned dat mes Gotchaday is next Tuesday da 22nd. A lot of ya’ know dat me be a Cat Scout. Each month we celebrate Birthdays and Gotchadays fur all those scouts born or gotted durin’ dat month. Those pawrties always have a theme, and this year it was turkey lurkey. Me thought ya’ll might enjoy seein’ just how crazy we can get. Check out da fotos below.

I’s not a Cat Scout yet, but fank you sissy fur havin’ a turkey dance with me at home. Now, are we gonna nominate those bloggers sissy?

All dat dancin’ made me tired.

Me hates this pawrt of awards Raena. Me thinks anypawdy who puts out postys fur all of us to read are deservin’. Puttin’ out posts on a regular basis isn’t always an easy task. It sometimes opens ya’ up fur all kinds of criticisms and unwated attention. We are very blest to have far more furiends than hooligans and spammers. We also think dat those who post regularly, are versatile. Ya’ have to be, or you’d run outta things to write ‘bout. So we’re nominating all of you who read this posty. We do hope you will accept it. You know we all luv learnin’ new things and bein’ reminded of old things ‘bout our furiends.

Looks like da pre ice has gone now, so me’s gonna see ifin mommy will take us fur a stroll befur her case manager gets here. It’s dat time of year when mommy has to recertify to get some help. Altho’ we still haven’t been able to find anypawdy to help mommy out, we’re hopeful dat we’ll eventually find da right purrson. So…

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Ifin ya’ can’t have a little fun with it, then kitty will quickly get bored and lose interest.

You never know exactly what kitty’s gonna do when trying to train them to do something totally foreign to them.

Most kitties are afraid of moving chairs initially, so whatever their initial reaction, you can be assured it’s gonna be funny.

And lastly, ifin ya’ can’t laff at yourself, then…well, so go on and have a laff on me.

As with all our educational postys da following will be written in human English. No kitty is ever harmed during wheelchair training. Ifin you’ve missed any of da posts in this series, you can ketch up by clicking on da links at da bottom of this posty.

When’s it gonna be mines turn to drive? I’s can already turn da chair on.

Till da next time………………………………..Be Blest!!!

Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses

Deztinee and RaenaBelle

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Raena, can you believe how blest we’ve been this month? It’s like da blessings just don’t stop.

Are you talkin’ ‘bout dat big box dat came this past week sissy?

Yep Raena, and da green papers to help mommy out and fur her to get some groceries, and her coffee, and mes birthday purresent.

Don’t furget your Gotchaday purresent sissy.