Who Broke The Vinegar Bottle? Not Me!

Jellicle was the first suspect of the accident

Goodness and Danny were outside on the front porch. So they were not on my list of suspects. After about 20 minutes, Daddy made his way down to the kitchen with all the delicious bones and leftovers. I knew I was in for a treat but this time, I did not approach him. I anticipated his scream and it came... really loud.

"Who broke the bottle of vinegar? WHO?"

Daddy looked at me. I was lying far from the accident, as close to the front door as I could. My heart was beating fast even though my fat body was very still. Would he blame me? 

Daddy paused and sized up the situation. He remembered that the black vinegar bottle was on the lower shelf and the cats loved to snugger inside the lower shelf.

He finally said, "Stupid cats!" 

Smart Daddy!

Ha! He blamed the cats and that meant I was in the 'okay' zone. I stood up and wagged my tail in full agreement with his expert detective work. As I walked towards the kitchen door... slam!

Daddy slammed the door in my face... almost flattening my nose. What was he doing? So I stood on my hind legs and peeped into the kitchen through the glass-part of the door. 

A major cleaning project was in operation. Daddy was holding a plastic bag and filling it with all the broken glasses. To pick up the small glass fragments, he used a piece of bread. Then he used toilet papers to clean the vinegar tile by tile. He grabbed the mop to finalize the cleaning project.With a few quick strokes, the floor was as clean as before.

By the time, he walked out of the kitchen, he was soaking with perspiration. He was not much of a cleaner but I think he did a great job. I inspected the kitchen floor and not a drop of vinegar. Even the smell of the vinegar had been masked by the citronella or lemon grass natural cleaning agent.

Jellicle walked by and I told him off for causing the mess. Tabby Boy walked by and I told him off too... for not warning Jellicle. They ignored me... do you know why? 

I will tell you why... because cats are deaf. They are as deaf as ... eh... eh ... dead cats!

Bow wow wow!

Tabby Boy - Our Hero

Written by my own paws - Mercy

Hello, I have not been active on my blog for a while. I must blame Daddy for being too busy to allow me to use his laptop. He had many writing projects to do. By the way, his old laptop also died - after seven years of continual service. So, now I am learning some of the new functions and features of his new laptop.

You will remember the two monsters who came to live with us. Yes, Jellicle the old cat and Tabby Boy the fat cat! Daddy and Mommy insisted that we accept them as our "brothers"! This is absolutely atrocious for us canine ladies to accept this type of "unrelated" relationship. My dear sister, Goodness, and I kept our reservation until recently.

We witnessed a most fascinating event - our fat cat 'brother' defending our home. It all happened with the sudden appearance of a wild-looking, big-headed monster of a cat. This Monster was ugliness- personified. He had been stealing food and my sister and I had chased it out of our kitchen a couple of time. However, a few days ago, as the sun was about to set, Tabby Boy had the privilege of encountering this intruder in the backyard.

We were in the kitchen and witnessed the whole occurrence through the kitchen window, We thought that our feline brother was a coward and may choose to run away. How surprised we were when Tabby Boy faced the much bigger cat and began to howl. The howl did not sound like something fearful but more like a human baby crying or learning how to talk.

As the intruding monster cat was much larger than Tabby Boy, he choose to stand his ground. His growl sounded similar to that of Tabby's. We could not understand a word as cat language is still foreign to us dogs.However from the racket, we figured, Tabby Boy was telling the Monster to get lost.

The argument went on for a few minutes, then suddenly Tabby Boy sprung into action. With his well-aimed front paw, he gave an uppercut. The Monster was stunned but managed to escape the punch of fury within a hair's breath. Then the retaliation came as a double-paw plunge. Monster was very fast but bravo to Tabby Boy. He jumped and did a magnificent spin and landed on all four, facing the intruder eyeball-to-eyeball. It was as though Tabby Boy was telling the Monster, "You missed!" From our angle, Tabby's fat body and quick action reminded us of the Hong Kong kung-fu actor, Samuel Hung. (You did not know that we dogs watch TV?)

All of a sudden, there was a confusion of bodies, paws, fur and ferocious screams. In the tumult, we could not figure which was which. Then the scene was frozen with the two kung-fu masters staring each other down. The baby-like howling had become more intensified as they continued to size each other and evaluated their own options.

Daddy rushed from his study and came on the scene with a mug of water. Splash! The water hit the Monster straight on and he jumped to the gap at the edge of the fence. Tabby was also in a shock and did not give chase. The Monster turned and glared at Daddy. By then, Daddy had the second cup of water ready. Before he could splash again, the Monster was gone.


Tabby Boy jumped onto the kitchen window ledge and walked into the house triumphantly. He then took a long self-congratulatory drink from our bowl of water.

Wow, what a cat! Even though, it was Daddy who chased away the intruder, it was Tabby Boy who bravely defended our home. Goodness and I tried to congratulate him by shaking his paw but he rejected. He gave us a kiss instead. Meow!

The Fat Cat Knows Kung-fu

Furminator deShedding Tool

Furminator deShedding Tool - Dr Pam has been telling Mummy and Daddy about that. I'm just not too sure about it! bow wow wow ... written by my own paws - Goodness.

I have been eyeing that piece of yellow thing with a black rubber handle with much curiosity (Ok, I'm not as curious as Tabby Boy for I'm not a feline... I'm one faithful and cheerful dog! bow wow wow).

Dr Pam encourages pet owners to use this thing called Furminator deShedding Tool to remove undercoat and loose hair. Here's a photo of how it looks like.













My cousin Toffee loves it, says Dr Pam. "He doesn't retalliate ... he simply relaxes and enjoys the whole process!"

Okay, I know cousin Toffee has long hair, but what about my sister and me? We have short hair! "You can use Furminator on Goodness & Mercy but you may not see a lot of hair...," Dr Pam tells Mummy as she gently strokes me. Oh, I love the way she handles me... oooooh, what a loving soul she is!

How bout those feline monsters? Can they use Furminator? "Yes, you can use Furminator on dogs and cats!"

So, are Jellicle and Tabby Boy going to try this out before me?

Dr Pam leaves a Furminator with Mummy to experiment. Here's her list of tips on how to use it:
1) Give your pet a good wash before using it.
2) Start deShedding after the coat is completely dried - preferably wait for a day or two.
3) Get your pet to sit and be still.
4) Simply brush from his/her top - like how you will use a comb. Be gentle and don't frighten him/her.
5) If he/she enjoys the process, you can roll him/her over and start deShedding at the belly.
6) Once you are done, give your pet a treat to encourage him/her.

A better close up of the Furminator deShedding Tool.













There are two sizes available:













Medium (2.65in/ 6.8cm)













Large (4in/ 10.16cm)

I love their tagline ... "Because your pet's hair looks better in the trash can than on your coach!" ... does this mean I can sleep on the coach, Mummy?

Specifications:

• Reduces shedding up to 90%.
• For long- and short-haired dogs and cats.
• Quickly and easily removes undercoat and loose hair.
• Guaranteed to reduce shedding better than any brush, comb or rake.
• Has a fine toothed precission stainless steel deShedding edge.
• Used and recommended by pet professionals worldwide.
• US Patents 6,782,846, 7,077,076 & 7,222,588.
• Extremely user-friendly and your pet will surely love it!

So, any pet owners want to try Furminator? Remember Dr Pam's tips!

Another Monster Joins Our Family

Written by my own paws - Mercy


When Dr. Pam turned up with a pet-carrier, I knew that we were in trouble. A grayish monster with a big head stepped out. Mommy and Daddy were so happy. In fact, Mommy spent the whole evening with Dr. Pam, talking about this new monster. 

From their conversation, we learned that this monster was badly treated by someone. There is a scar on his right side. Dr. Pam rescued him from the street and kept him in her clinic. However, this monster had been escaping from his cage and damaging bags of dog and cat foods in the clinic. So, Dr. Pam decided that this monster needed another home with more reliable cage.


As usual, Daddy gave us his lecture about animal treatment - telling us to treat this monster as well as Jellicle, the other monster. Well, Daddy really does not need to worry about that. He should lecture these monsters to treat Goodness and me well. The truth is that these cats are fiercer than all the dogs in our neighborhood combined.


This new monster is called, 'Tabby Boy'. Funny name - given by Dr. Pam. I called him 'Flabby Ball'. He was so fat that Mommy said that he looked like a Puffy Fish. Though I have never seen a puffy fish in my life, I guess this type of fish must be really ugly and bloated.


Flabby Ball, (well, okay, not to be rude, since we are very educated canines), Tabby Boy is of a gentler nature than his adopted brother, Jellicle. He has a cute side and that makes Goodness and me laugh. Tabby Boy would walk past Daddy or Mommy and suddenly, he would just collapse and become a soft lump of furry cuteness. That always stop our parents in their track. Many a time, they would cuddle him because he is "so so cute".



Tabby Boy was fat because he never had enough to eat. Whenever, he saw food, he would grabbed as much as possible. To shed those pounds, Dr. Pam gave strict instruction not to overfeed him. However, Daddy did not follow her instruction. 

For  a few days, Daddy filled the Taddy Boy's food bowl with lots of cat's goodies. Mommy questioned the wisdom of doing that. Daddy's theory was that if Tabby Boy had too much to eat, he would become tired of eating. True to his theory, after a while, Tabby Boy stopped finishing all his food. Today, this fat cat has lost some weights and eats according to his own needs.

Goodness and I hope to live peacefully with these cats. We have been very humble and give them a lot of room to move around. We trust that they will give us a lot of room too. 



Through my Dog Blog, we will keep you updated on the activities of these two monsters in our home. Be sure to check our Dog Blog regularly. Woof and triple woofs.