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You Never Know Who Your Angels Are

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You Never Know Who Your Angels Are

(This post was originally published in August 2014.  I was struck however by the flower shop employee who helped aid in the capture of the Charleston massacre.  – Azeena

A few weeks ago CCL was taking out the trash and Jean Claude, the black Bombay decided to go out for a bag of potato chips ( or whatever). We tried  to find him, posted signs, queried neighbors etc.   Now, CCL’s house is sandwiched between two  others neighbors -Cathy and Joe who have a new patio – and Mildred who often leaves food for stray cats. I  was convinced Mildred was holding Jean Claude hostage and urged CCL to take action. After about a week, CCL went out-of-town and I decided to stop by her house. Mildred, the accused cat hostage taker was  working in her  yard.  I introduced myself and asked if she had seen Jean Claude. “No” she replied quietly. “Right”I thought skeptically as I went inside  CCL’s house and opened the back door “just in case” JC   managed to find his way back home.   As soon as I did, I heard a cat crying  loudly. It was Jean Claude. He was in Cathy and Joe’s yard  next door on  their concrete patio.   Earlier Mildred told  me  Cathy and Joe  were not home so   I tried to get Jean Claude to jump the wooden fence to return to CCL’s yard.  Useless –  he would not budge.  “Come get me, ” he beckoned.  I almost gave  up in frustration when Mildred offered to help.  “I think I can get a ladder and jump over,” she said.  Mildred took her  ladder hopped onto the patio and  opened the fence to let me in Cathy and Joe’s  yard.  We  began to look for JC who promptly hid until Mildred left at which point  he emerged.  I scooped him up and closed the fence.     Upon entering CCL’s house  JC ate  and acted like he never left.   About an hour later,  I left CCL’s house, with a now caged Jean Claude in tow, to take  home with me, then  my keys got stuck in  CCL’s  door.  Once more I had to ask  Mildred the accused “cat thief” for  help.  I thanked her profusely and looked to the sky.

You never know who your angels are – they appear quietly,  provide assistance, love and help when you least expect it.

Cats A Twitter

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Diane Nine is an amazing publicist and owner of  Nine Speakers Inc.  ( an agency which represents some of the nation’s top entertainers and journalists.    In addition Diane is the owner of Daisy the cat  whose Twitter Handle is @DaisyCatNine.  Daisy has  more than 2, 500 followers.

Daisy, The Tweeting Cat

Daisy, The Tweeting Cat


From BuzzFeed: Cats Who Made Mistakes

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Although Koko likes Brookland DC she  is guilty of #12





Cafe Time in New York

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The New Yorker  magazine published a story today about a cafe for cats.  Most certainly Koko and Jean Claude will have to make a stop when they go to New York for a visit.
The New Yorker
April 24, 2014

The Cat Café Is Here


Some people think that everything is better with a cat. A walk in the park, say, or a cup of coffee. Mostly everyone else thinks those people are misguided, especially the New York City Department of Health, which generally frowns on the presence of live animals in places where cooked animals are served as food—with the exception of service animals and fish in tanks, of course. One measly mouse can spell trouble, and “four or more live animals in establishment” might mean a failing grade in the window and a padlock on the door. Meanwhile, in Europe and Asia, pet cafés of all stripes and spots—for cats, dogs, goats, turtles, rabbits, and penguins—have been popular for more than a decade. This sort of hygienic uptightness is part of what’s wrong with America, you might say.


The nice people of Purina, however, want to change all that and restore America to its greatness. For the good of the country, and the hundreds of cats awaiting their “forever homes” at the North Shore Animal League shelter on Long Island, Purina has created a pop-up cat café on the Lower East Side—one part marketing ploy, two parts adoption drive, and a dash of caffeine. Today through Sunday, patriots and feline fanciers alike can enjoy a “cat-achino”—there’s a cat face in the foam—while petting one of sixteen cats.

Before Cat Café opened to the public, a horde of reporters was invited to meet with the felines. Eight cats—carefully screened for their sparkling personalities and tolerance for people—travelled two hours from the shelter, in Port Washington, in a specially outfitted bus. Despite the cats’ reputation for being aloof and skittish, the animals fully inhabited the space, climbing on intricate structures designed by the New York artist Linda Griggs. A six-month-old, all-white female cat named Duchess patiently posed for photos and videos. Connor, a mischievous gray tabby, scaled a tall room divider and perched happily next to the GoPro camera, which would broadcast a livestream of the café. One of the humans fetched a ladder to coax the cat down from its perch, but Connor declined the help and found his way down himself.

The cats frolicked happily in front of the wrap-around windows, attracting stares from passersby, which raised the question: weren’t the Purina folks afraid of a visit by a Health Department inspector? And how did they get that A grade on the door, anyway? Turns out that a set of doors between the café—serving coffees, cookies, and sandwiches, all free as part of the adoption drive—and the cat play space is a suitable separation. Feel free to take your beverage and pastry and then grab a seat and a cat.

In one corner, a reporter found Ciarra, a spunky four-month-old kitten, all black except for a white patch on her chest. Purring enthusiastically in response to every question, Ciarra proceeded to groom her scrawny black legs and lick the reporter’s hand with her sandpaper tongue, and curled up to nap in the reporter’s lap. The reporter petted the cat’s silky soft fur and fell into a hazy reverie. For a few days, pet cafés in the U.S.A. are no longer just a dream.

Photograph by Amy Sussman/Invision for Purina ONE/AP.

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The Peephole

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Jean Claude, the Bombay and Koko, the shorthair like to watch the world from the windows in my house. Many times Jean Cllaude pats the blinds with his paw to let me know to raise them, yesterday however he and Koko created a peephole in the living room window..