A Pictorial Documentary of the Life and Times of the
~~~AllisonWonderCats~~~
Here at the ~~~AllisonWonderland~~~ compound in the
deep East Texas Pineywood Forest, the world's largest stand of Pine trees, lives the
~~~AllisonWonderCats~~~.
At present there are 19 of them, affectionately known as:
The Congress of Cats, The Coven of Cats, and the Pussy Posse
This webpage is to let you see, up-close and personal the life and times
of each of these wonderous little creatures. You get to meet them
as they go about their daily routines, doing all the cat things that cats do.
You'll even be able to adopt on of these furry friends and for the
nominal fee of just $5.00 a month, you'll get to watch the antics of
of your very own feline as it goes through it paces of eating,
drinking, pissing and shitting. You get to see them come into heat,
tease the toms, and actually "do it" in the road!
Don't miss your opportunity to help pay for the food and drink
of your very own independent little pussy or tom.
And even if you don't want to help pay for the upkeep of these darlings,
you can watch their progress free of charge by just clicking
on the URL at the bottom of EVERY ~~~AllisonWonderland~~~ posts.
Ladies and Gentlemen, meet BigBlackCat. BBC is my oldest cat. He is a B-I-G tom cat and doesn't take no shit off of nobody! He was gone for over 90 days and I had even said my goodbyes to him, thinking I had seen the last of him when I saw him disappear around the greenhouse and the wild rose bush. But wonders of wonders, he showed up after having been gone for three months, and he was a big and as healthy as ever. And he has taken to showing up for a couple of mornings a week. He isn't in all the time because he has a lot of pussy cats who expect him, if you know what I mean. Anyway, I am probably the only person in the world that is allowed to touch BBC. And even at that, he hisses at me to let me know that I am not to get too familiar with him. His ears are chewed up from fighting, and his eyes are baleful, like GeorgeForman's when he was World's Heavyweight Champion. And when he shows up, he gets to eat first, and the only cats that get to be near him are the nubile little sex kittens... And they look at him with such adoration. I just have to laugh.
Ladies and Gentlemen, meet GranDame. GranD is my third and last cat to be in the struggle with Rhinotracheitis. GranD is the daughter of Pontiac, of the brothers Cadillac and Pontiac. Cadillac died of a Cotton Mouth snake bite, and Pontiac just one day never showed up again. Cadillac had a tail that was shaped like a fin dVille, and Pontiac's tail was the same but less pronounced. GranD has the same kind of tail, and her hind legs are kind of funny, but she is a nice little cat, quiet and reserved, and she likes for me to brush her when she is on the hood of the car. She spends her days eating, and sleeping in the shade, likes to come in to the house when it is either too hot or too cold. But when the weather is nice, she likes to lie under the ChinaBerryTree and preen. She also likes to play with the kittens. She has never had any of her own because the Rhino somehow precludes them from coming in to heat. But that doesn't stop her from mothering the kittens. She doesn't like for me to clean her nose, but I have become adept at doing it before she can resist. Like they say: "You can pick your cats, and you can pick your nose, but you gotta be really good to pick your cat's nose! :)
Ladies and Gentlemen, meet StubbyGirl. StubbyGirl is one of my three BlackCats, and she is one of the most enthusiastic of all my cats. In the morning, when I am ready to put down the cat food for the outside cats, she jumps up and holds on to the door post, while the others all gather on the ground. StubbyGirl is the daughter of a neighbor's Manx tom, and as you can see, has the cutest little stub of a tail. When she is happy, or intrigued, it just goes in all directions, and I just have to laugh at the sight. StubbyGirl usually retires to her culvert where she sleeps, unless it is raining. But she is alway out front when I get up, if she is not off doing here business in the thicket. She is always here for breakfast, and has alway had a good appetite. A very reliable cat to say the least. She, spends her days in the shade of the thicket, and seldom comes around except for breakfast and dinner. Though she always shows up early and she likes for me to handle her, because I pick her up and scratch her back and scritch her ears.
She doesn't like to get on or under the car, being a rather cautious type, and if there is something new around the place, she is always one to check it out to make sure that it's OK.
I always enjoy my time with StubbyGirl, because she is basically a no-nonsense type, who has a gentle purr to go with her gentle demeanor.
Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Upstairs. Upstairs is another one of my three BlackCats, and he is one of the most endearing cats. He likes to get up on the roof for the night, and he likes for me to climb the ladder to get him down. Upstairs is the son of Harlequin, and he was born outside. And I don't know how many kittens were in the litter, but Harley decided that she wanted to get me to bring them in, so she put two of them in the Ford Galaxie 500. It was Summer and the car got too hot, and one of them died from the heat. I went out to go to the store, and when I got in there was a dead kitten in the foot well of the passenger side front seat, and there was this other little Black kitten in the driver's side foot well. His eyes, though not yet open, were infected, and he wasn't doing well in the heat that killed his sibling. I immediately brought him into the house, and put some cool water on him, and he started to revive. I pulled his eyes open just a teenincy bit at the outer corners to let the exudate out, and then I put some anti-biotic eye drops where it came out. I then ensconsed him and Harley in the upstairs bathroom (thus the name "Upstairs"), and Harley settled down to nurse him. He started growing quite nicely and eventually got big enough to start going outdoors. Well, one day he didn't show up. And I went out looking for him, and found him in one of the flowerbeds, with his head cocked off to the side, indicating that he had contracted a feline virus and that encephalitis had set in. I had had some other cats come down with this very infectious disease, and had to euthanize them. And because it IS so infectuous, I sadly decided that he would have to go too. So I put him in a pet taxi, and isolated him till after I had fed the other cats. I then ran the kitchen sink full of warm water, and went to the bathroom to get my net bag that I use when I have to drown a cat. I then went and got Upstairs, and sat down on the couch to say a last good bye, and while I was handling him, I happened to touch his nose, which was wet and cold. Now this is NOT the way a cat with a viral infection is. Their noses are hot and dry... Well, I immediately said to myself: "Self, there is a chance that this kitten might be saved..." So I put him back into the pet taxi, and headed for the vet clinic. The vet looked him over, and said that there is one of three things that could be causing this cocked head thing. 1. It could be an ear infection. 2. He could have had a bit of a stroke. 3. He might have been hit by a car, or fallen out of a tree, and gotten a concussion. So he gave him a shot of anti-biotics in case it was an ear infection, and told me to keep him under observation to see what transpired. Well, he didn't get better, but he didn't get worse. And to this day, he is a cock-eyed cat, who hasn't got a very good balance. And his eyes are strange, and he doesn't see very well. But he is a gregarious cat, liking to be handled and petted, and he will see me somewhere, and he will come over and flop down on the ground like he is in the picture just to get me to pick him up and mess with him. Anyway, Upstairs is a nice little Black cat, friendly with everyone. Hasn't an enemy in the world, and bears his burden of not being "quite right" with great magnanimity. I admire that in him.
Ladies and Gentlemen, meet TraLaLa. TraLaLa is another one of my three BlackCats, and she is a quiet little female. She doesn't hang around much, but is here for breakfast EVERY morning. TraLaLa was one of four kittens born to Shelly. Her three siblings were named OooLaLa, FaLaLa, and Feisty. OooLaLa disappeared mysteriously, after I saw a car stop and then take off. I think that because she was so beautiful, that whomever it was in the car wanted her enough to give her a good home. FaLaLa died from Feline Leukemia, and Feisty was a little Siamese runt, not fit to live, and though he gave life a good shot, he died after about a month of struggling against his runtiness. TraLaLa is pregnant, and this time I hope she comes in to have her kittens, because she was preggers once before, but had her kittens in the thicket, and then she didn't have any of them anymore. The tom cats kill the kittens, or the ants get them. I went out looking for them, but she had them hidden, and she wouldn't lead me to them. That happens. TraLaLa won't let me touch her, but she seems to be quite healthy. She comes to eat, and then heads out to the live in the thicket. That happens.
Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Apache. Apache is my patchwork calico, She is one of two survivors, from the litter of Yummie, Gummie, Nubbin and Apache.Thus she is the sister of Yummie, the Rhinocat. She is a very fastidious and vivacious little female, as are all calicos. And she is ALWAYS here for breakfast. Apache was pregnant a couple of months ago, and I found her in the flowerbed, and her water had broken. I took her in and made a place for her in the upstairs bathroom for her to have her kittens. Well, she was in labor for a couple of hours, but I could see that she was having trouble. So I packed her up in a pet taxi, and took her to the vet. It turns out that when her water broke, it all leaked out and she had none left to lubricate the having of the kittens. The first kitten was dead, and was removed by the vet. I brought her home hoping that she would have the rest of the kittens. But she hadn't had them by the next morning, so I took her back, and the vet did a hysterectomy. And all the kittens had died. Well later, I noticed that the sutures that held her incision closed were coming out, so I had to take her back to the vet, who put stronger sutures in place. They are still there, and I would take them out except I can't seem to catch her. So he didn't get to have kittens. And now she is not able to have kittens. But she doesn't seem to have any problem with that. She is lively, and plays with the kittens that I have, her appetite is good, she runs and is having a little pecking order confrontation with Saucee, who will be the next cat that I'll introduce. Apache is reticent to let me touch her, though if something is wrong, she will come to me for help. But basically, she is an outdoor cat that lives in the thicket, and is very athletic, so I don't worry that anything will get her. She likes to climb trees, and as long as there is a tree nearby (which there is here in the forest), she can always escape from the dogs that occasionally roam the neighborhood.
Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Vinnie. Vinnie is the second dominant tom of my bunch. He just appeared one day and kicked the ass of Tailess Tom, who is a neighbor's cat that was coming around when BBC (the first dominant male) wasn't around. I don't know much about him, and he won't let me get near him, and he is a recent addition to my bunch, coming to eat in the morning, but not hanging around the rest of the day. I watch for him, and have put him on my role call. He isn't always here, and sometimes he is gone for days at a time, because his duty as a tom takes him to where ever there is a pussy in heat. And when BBC comes around, Vinnie makes himself scarce, seeing as to how BBC is about a third bigger than he is. Vinnie is nice to the kittens, even the males. He doesn't seem to be a mean cat, though I saw him and TailessTom go at it, and Vinnie is no slouch when it comes to a rumble. And for those of you who have never seen a really hot cat fight, there is almost nothing that will match the ferocity of two evenly matched toms fighting for the right to party with the pussies. Judging from the markings on Vinnie, I would have to say that he is the father of the Wonderous cat, who is my oldest kitten. Daughter of ArrowArrow who died five days after giving birth to four kittens. Wonderous is the only survivor of that litter and has the same circle on each side as does Vinnie. Vinny knows that he is "come-lately", and so he doesn't insist on eating first. He waits till all the other cats have finished, and he then eats all he wants, and there is usually some left over after he is finished, because I put down enough so that the other cats can come back for brunch if they want. I feed dinner at 5:00 p.m., which holds the troops till I put down breakfast the following morning. I usually take up what is left after the cats finish dinner to keep other animals (dogs, racoon, possum, and armadillos) from coming around to eat at night.
Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Shelly. Shelly is the dominant pussie queen of my bunch, a big strapping tortoise-shell calico. She is one of four sisters, whose mother was LittleBit, a GORGEOUS Siamese female who until she disappeared (I think the neighbor's dogs got her) was the undisputed queen of the Congress of cats. Shelly's sisters are WorraWorra, and Harlequin. Shelly and WorraWorra are twins, though Shelly is a short haired, and WW is a long haired. Harlequin also had a twin (Eleganza) with Harley being a short haired, and Elle being a long hair. Elle just one day died. She just "softed" away. I was so sad when she died. I heard her last heart beat with my stethescope, and I was petting her when she passed away. Shelly has been until recently my best mama cat. But I had the three sisters spayed after this last litter. Shelly's four kittens (Trash, Crash, SukiTwo, and OtherTwo) are all doing fine. Shelly was the mama cat that adopted Saucee, Scamp, and Wonderous when they didn't have a mama cat to nurse. Shelly has been a wonderful cat, not an unhealthy day in her life. She has had many many kittens, and is a fabulous mother. And she isn't afraid of ANYTHING. She even stands up to the biggest dogs. I have noticed that she is at times a bit sad that she can't have any more kittens, but at other times, she seems to be really happy that she doesn't have to do that any more. She is nursing her kittens, though they are big enough that they don't have to nurse. They just like to do it, and Shelly like to have them do it. So I figure, what the hell... She'll stop all that when she is ready.
Ladies and Gentlemen, meet WorraWorra. WorraWorra is the another pussie queen of my bunch, a big strapping tortoise-shell calico. She is one of four sisters, whose mother was LittleBit, a GORGEOUS Siamese female who until she disappeared (I think the neighbor's dogs got her) was the undisputed queen of the Congress of cats. WorraWorra sisters are Shelly, and Harlequin. Shelly and WorraWorra are twins, though Shelly is a short haired, and WW is a long haired. WorraWorra got her name because she had this worried look in her eyes because when she was a kitten she used to have seizures. And when this would happen to her, I would pick her up to reassure her that everything would be alright, and she always had this strange look in her eyes. WorraWorra has had some bad luck with her kittens, and not many of them have survived. She lost all five of her kittens from this last litter. I have had her spayed, and she seems to be doing really well, seeming to be happier than when she was allez time getting preggers. She treats all the kittens as if they were her own, and the kittens treat her as if she were their mama cat. She washes them. Nurses them. And baby-sits them WorraWorra is a wonderful cat. She has had many many kittens, and has been a good mother. She likes to be indoors, and is a well mannered cat never clawing the furniture, and never NOT using the litter box. She, like Shelly still nurses the kittens, though none of them are her's. WorraWorra likes to put her paw prints in the pavers, and I have seen her do it to two of them so far. She just steps one foot onto the paver, sees that it is soft, and so she pulls back. I could smooth it out, but I kind of like the idea that she has done this so I let it set that way. One day when WW is gone, I'll still have her footprint to remind me of her.
Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Harlequin. Harlequin is the another pussie queen of my bunch, a big strapping psudeo Siamese. She is one of four sisters, whose mother was LittleBit, a GORGEOUS Siamese female who until she disappeared (I think the neighbor's dogs got her) was the undisputed queen of the Congress of cats. Harley's sisters are Shelly, and WorraWorra. Harley had a long haired twin name Eleganza, who just one day, softed away. She was probably the most beautiful of the four sisters. Just TOO beautiful to go on living. Harlequin had some problems with her last litter, and only one survived. His name is Agent, and you'll see why when you see him. I had Harley spayed, at the same time as WorraWorra and Shelly. She seems to be doing really well, seeming to be happier than when she was allez time getting preggers. She treats all the kittens as if they were her own, and the kittens treat her as if she were their mama cat. She washes them, but doesn't nurse them, though she likes to baby-sit them Harley is a wonderfully placid cat. She has had many, many kittens, and has been a good mother. She likes to be outdoors, but sometimes she likes to be in and I let her because she is a well mannered cat never clawing the furniture, and never NOT using the litter box. She, unlike Shelly and WW NEVER nurses the kittens, so she has dried up and is living the carefree life of a really beautiful and loving cat. She likes for me to brush and pet her, and NEVER tries to get away, as long as I have a brush in my hand when I approach her.
Ladies and Gentlemen, meet The TraLaLa Gang of Three. Two White kittens, and a Gray and Black Striper. Just got their eyes open, and their mama is just proud as punch of them. I haven't named them yet, but there is plenty of time for that. I just love little kittens. :)
TO THOSE TO WHOM I HAD TO SAY GOODBYE
Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Yummie. I chose Yummie as my first cat because he is in a life and death struggle with Rhinotracheitis, which is a viral infection that affects a cat's nose and trachea. You'll notice that he has a dark nose. That is caused by his nose running, and it gets dirty. Yummie was one of four kittens (Yummie, Gummie, Nubbin, and Apache) born to Shelly, a tortoise shell calico. Of the four kittens: Yummie and Gummie were twins but Yummie was Yellow, and Gummie was Gray. Nubbin was a little tan Manx female, and Apache is a patchwork calico female. Nubbin disappeared without a trace, and Gummie died at about 8 weeks old. He had been healthy, and Yummie had been sickly. And then for no reason whatsoever, Yummie began to thrive, and Gummie began to wane. Of the four kittens, only Yummie and Apache survive. Yummie is a sweet little guy, an outdoor cat who lets me pet him without running away from me. I bring him in daily to clean his nose, and eyes, and he is a great little patient, never fighting or resisting. He may beat the Rhino, but then again, he may not. He spends his days eating, and sleeping in the shade. He likes to get under the car where he is safe from the dogs that roam the area. He has fathered a son with Harlequin, and his son's name is "Agent". You'll see why when I put up his picture.
Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Snoon. Snoon, like Yummie is also in a struggle with Rhinotracheitis, but he seems to be beating it. Snoon was one of three kittens (Smornin, Snoon, and Snite) born to Mystique, a Black female. Of the three kittens: Smornin (a Gray and Black with White boots female) and Snite (a Black male) didn't survive kittenhood. But Snoon has been hanging in there, doing just fine, other than having to struggle to build the immunity to the Rhinotracheitis. Snoon is a nice beta-tom, another outdoor cat who lets me pet him without running away. I bring him in daily to clean his nose, and eyes, and brush him, which he enjoys to a great extent. He NEVER misses being here for breakfast. He too, spends his days eating, and sleeping in the shade. He likes to get on top of the car where he is safe from the dogs that roam the area.
Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Saucee. Saucee is my favorite cat at this time. She is an orphan kitten that was brought to my door by one of the neighborhood kids who said he found her under his house, and that if I didn't take her, that his father was going to kill her. She didn't even have her eyes open when he brought her to me, and I don't know who her mother is, though her mother is probably one of the other cats in the neighborhood. The next day, the same kid brought me another kitten also found under his house whom I called "Scamp", and he was here for a while but then he disappeared just days after Nubbin disappeared. I put Saucee and Scamp with my Shelly mama cat because she was nursing kittens at the time, and Shelly just adopted them without blinking an eye. She is such a good mama cat. Saucee and Scamp began to thrive, and today Saucee is the cat that likes to sleep on the bed, or on the floor next to the bed. She is the cat that likes to awaken me at 5:30 a.m. if I don't awaken before then. She gets on the bed and begins walking on me, which is my signal to get up. Saucee is still finding her place in the pecking order here, and she is going head to head with Apache, though Apache is willing to let Saucee be the dominant one of the two. Saucee likes to drink out of my cup when I am having milk. And it's not that she wants milk, because I can put down a saucer of milk for her, and she won't drink it, but if I let her drink out of my cup, she will just drink and drink. Saucee has been in heat a number of times, but has not gotten preggers yet. I am still waiting for her to have kittens. She is such a nice little cat that I think she will have GREAT kittens. And I think that if any of the toms here are going to father her kittens, it will be Vinney. She seems to really like him, teasing him when she is in heat, but never letting him get to her. She is a fastidious little cat, and will sit on my lap when I am using the computer and just wash and wash herself. And she like the taste of my Stetson aftershave lotion because she comes up and washes my beard right after I put it on. In the evening, before I retire, I go out and call for her, but she is nowhere to be found. I then come back in and do little things to prepare for going to bed, and before I go upstairs, I go to the door, and there she is, waiting to come in. She knows that I am looking for her, but she never lets me know where she is. She just appears as if by magic.