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January 14, 2021 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Confessions

“I don’t like to think before I speak. I just love to be surprised as anyone else at what comes out of my mouth.”

It is good to be Me not thee.

Chaos, however, is not good.

And currently the Realm is, well, in a state of ill repair with Staff being totally distracted and obsessed  with keeping Sr Staff previously known as He who foolishly broke his arm in two places in an attempt to seek common ground with the street resting, and only doing appropriate quiet tasks.

How hard is it, We ask.  Rotate him around sunny spots and toss a blanket over him. Our helpful hints unheeded: like stuff him full of food so he cannot move – or take the darn pills – lots of darn pills. Works for cats. Do We really need to say more?

There are Realm duties that must be attended to! Such as writing witty, engaging posts.

There is no other choice except for Us to risk catching claw between “D” and “S” take up the challenge.

Happily We discovered a forgotten audience graciously given to an old friend, Rumpy Dog, shortly after assuming the lofty Realm position where Guardians turned into Staff.

The tale of Our youth: the Time of Danger and how this Realm became Ours.

RC Cat's face. (© image copyrighted, no permissions granted, all rights reserved)

“Wise are those who listen and understand ‘There, but for grace, go I.’ I am RC Cat and I approve this message.”(© image)

(Rumpy Dog’s interview Feb 2012)

“Oh Dog! I have a very special guest with a daring story of rescue to share with you!  You better hang onto your hat and help me welcome RC Cat!

Rumpy:  Thanks so much for being my guest RC!  How about you tell us about you.

RC:  RC is a title (Resident Cat) bestowed on the senior cat of the household. It is my title now. I have a secret “true” name I have whispered to my guardian Staff and my vet. Now I live a privileged life as the Princess of the house, but it was not always that way.

Rumpy:  Oh? And how was it?

RC:  It starts with a tree and an old cat. I don’t really remember the days before the tree as I was very tiny – too tiny to be on my own. Somehow I ended up the top of a tall tree on a branch hanging over power lines. I had been there for 4 days.

Rumpy:  Oh my Dog!!!!!

RC:  Suddenly the wind got very bad and the tree branch I was clinging to started flailing wildly. A big storm was coming. Being terrified I cried and cried very loudly. I saw an old cat in the next yard staring at me and started trying to crawl toward him. But the wind was whipping the branch to badly I almost fell towards the power line. I cried even more.

Rumpy:  I would have been terrified, and I’m a grown dog!  What happened?

RC:  A door came open and the old cat’s guardian rushed out thinking the old cat was in trouble. Puzzled, she got down by the old cat and looked in the direction he was staring. Actually he was listening as he was almost blind. I cried and tried to crawl towards them – but the wind! The old cat somehow told me to be still.

Rumpy:  *shivers*

RC:  The guardian ran next door. The neighbor said they had tried to get me down, but wasn’t able to. It was getting very dark. They found a ladder and the guardian crawled as high as she could and said ” Come on, kitty.” I inched down, but was still out of reach. It started to thunder. I seemed to hear the old cat purring, “It’s OK. You can climb down. You will be safe.” I scooted closer, but panicked and jumped backwards.

There was a huge crack as lightening streaked across the sky. The neighbor said it was time to go inside. But the guardian stretched ‘way up and said, “Kitty, you need to come down now. It’s going to be a bad storm. This is your only chance.” The thunder scared me and I leaped forward – but not far enough to reach those beckoning fingers. Too afraid. Then there were a few raindrops.

The guardian looked like she was going down a step. “Wait! I’m coming,” I cried as I raised a paw to come closer. Before I could meow more, the guardian swooped up, wrapped her hand around my tummy, and carried me close to her as she climbed down. I was placed on the grass.

The neighbor said, “We wanted her, but she wouldn’t come down.”

But I had already chosen my home. I lunged at the guardian’s leg and climbed up into her arms.

Rumpy:  Oh Dog!  That’s wonderful!!!

RC:  I have a lot of responsibilities since Old Tiger has gone Over the Rainbow. Now I feel a little sad I wasn’t nicer to Tiger as he became wobbly. He patiently shoved me, but never clawed me. He said someday I would have to grow-up and understand how important kitties are to the guardians. I’m doing my best, Tiger. I chose this home, but the Guardians also chose me.

Rumpy:  He was right! We have important jobs to do!  So tell us about this Guardian who is now your Staff.

RC:  My Guardian/Staff who does not speak cat tries very hard. She watches, gives me only certain food, and knows when my tummy is having problems. Then I need a bit of Greek yogurt or vanilla ice cream (both vet. approved!) to help.

Also, the best is when I stretch out every morning after breakfast as she brushes me (paying special attention to my chin and ruff) as she sings “Getting to Know You” (but only one verse). It is so nice that I hold one of my mousies tight against my forehead and sigh that I am so lucky.

But I wish Staff would stop letting other animals visit. Sometimes Granny Cat gets the best window and I’m not allowed in that room. And that wet nosed German! But my Guardians say these creatures temporarily need a safe haven and I should remember what that is like. I do, but just want to make sure they move on eventually. (Do not get too comfortable, German! I can reach over the doorway gate or jump it…and you can’t!)

Rumpy:  Well, she is right ya know.  Now, is there anything else you want everyone to know?

RC:  I wish all those people who think about getting that cute little fuzzy kitten or puppy would consider carefully. Will you still want that animal once it’s lost that soft baby fur? Pets can live 15-20 years. And we want to please, but while learning sometimes we do damage…expensive damage. Half grown dogs and kitties aren’t shoes to be discarded or turned out. We are just like pre-verbal children that need guidance and care. Please, it is a kindness to just walk away if you can’t provide a lifetime of care.

My Guardians/Staff suspect my first place was a house of collectors who constantly bought new cute animals because their children whined – only to grow tired of each new pet quickly. Most ended up sadly in the street starving or being injured. Many Guardians in the neighborhood contacted rescue groups and shelters warning them not to let those people adopt any more – but people along the side of the road selling animals didn’t care. My Guardians support laws prohibiting the selling of animals along roadways and in parking lots. Although it was scary, I was lucky to escape. And I have to thanks old RC Tiger for alerting kind people that I was in harm’s way.

Rumpy:  Oh Dog! That is terrible!  And I agree about not selling animals in parking lots and on the side of the road.  You were a lucky one.  OK, one last question for fun.  If you were a dinosaur, what kinda dinosaur would you be?

RC:  I think I would be a triceratops. I like to stomp around like a triceratops. They have that nice ruff, a great tail, and those great horns on their head. So if someone wanted to pet me or if the German tried to put a wet nose on me,  poke, poke, poke with those horns. Besides triceratops had a herd leader – and I am RC, the herd leader.

Rumpy:  Oh Dog! I didn’t know that.  Well thanks SOOO much for being my guest today RC Cat.  You ROCK!

RC:  Thanks for inviting me, Rumpy. I enjoyed chatting with you. Paws high, Rumpy. You can share the sunny spot.

We were very fond of Rumpy Dog, gone but not forgotten

Sometimes when We discover small rainbows that have quietly slipped into the house, We think it is Rumpy Dog sending a Us a smile and a beautiful paw wave.

Rumpy Dog’s blog here

His kitty siblings still keep the fur flying there

13 Comments

  1. easyweimaraner / Jan 14 2021 6:58 am

    oooh rumpy…we enjoyed to read the interview… and we alsways have the rumparoni song in our head…

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  2. marina kanavaki / Jan 14 2021 7:56 am

    Ah, we miss you Rumpy! [how time flies]. Hope you’ve found many more friends up there [maybe seen my Loretta too…]. Great interview RC!!!! Sending healing paw waves to Staff! 😉 🐾

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  3. Susie Lindau / Jan 14 2021 8:00 am

    Poor cat! I thought they could land without a problem on all fours, and with all those lives!
    I remember Rumpy! 🐶

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  4. Ally Bean / Jan 14 2021 8:09 am

    Oh Dog, I’m sorry to learn that Things Are Not Good where you are. Broken bones are no joke. I remember Rumpy. Thankfully when things go awry you can fall back [pun intended] on the classics. Take care.

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  5. disperser / Jan 14 2021 8:30 am

    Harrowing tail . . . er . . . tale of heroic (and possibly risky) acts. Do firefighters still rescue cats from trees? Just wondering.

    Seriously, I was speaking to Melisa yesterday about the coming rash of pets likely to be either abandoned or taken to pounds.

    That’s just me reacting to the news that pet adoption and fostering spiked last year. My worry is that those adoptions are for the wrong reasons . . . not to help and care for the animals, but for the comfort and selfish needs of the new owners (well-intentioned as some might be).

    To be sure, ideally, it should be a two-way street, but my experience (by observation) is that many who want/have pets don’t take on the associated responsibilities.

    That’s too true of kids, but adults aren’t immune to irresponsible behavior (yes, that’s an understatement). To be sure, many, many more make pets members of their families, but when dealing when large number of new owners, even a small percentage means a lot. I hope I’m wrong.

    As for Rumpy . . . handsome fellow, he was.

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  6. carlelong / Jan 14 2021 9:50 am

    For years after Mr. Flops our Holland Lap Bunny passed we would feel him tugging on our pants legs, or see him out of the corner of our eye.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Jan 14 2021 5:57 pm

      It’s like they hang around for a while to make sure we’re OK. We had a lovely Australian Rex bunny who used to bark at people who rang the door bell. He was quite a force like Mr. Flops. Thanks for leashing a comment to this place

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  7. Kate Crimmins / Jan 14 2021 5:23 pm

    I remember Rumpy. He was a great dog with a great story of his own! This is the first time I’ve heard your story RC. Yeowza! You are one lucky cat!

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Jan 14 2021 6:04 pm

      Small enough to fit in palm, she looked pretty much like a wet pile of leaves at that time. Fortunately she was able to eat the cat food we had and Olde Tiger carefully curled around her that night.
      Dogs or cats, warm things happen – makes life worthwhile. Thanks for settling a comment here

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  8. Curt Mekemson / Jan 14 2021 6:06 pm

    A great tale, full of high drama and a touch of sadness. I am totally convinced that animals know when they are rescued and are forever grateful. –Curt

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  9. Robin / Jan 15 2021 4:51 am

    What a great story. I love a good and happy ending. I agree about people taking time to think long and hard about being adopted by a cat or dog (or any animal).

    I’m sorry to hear about the broken arm. Ouch. I hope He Who recovers quickly and well.

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  10. cat9984 / Jan 23 2021 5:34 pm

    Great story. Turned out well on both sides

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