Recycle your aluminum cat food cans. Don't make cats the bad guys! We love Mother Earth, too! Keep America Beautiful.
(not sure what else Mom wanted me to say but...I can tell you that I love my canned food, best! And having clean teeth makes it taste better, too!)
Mom wanted to put a picture of me eating, but, really now...that's private. I like this BEOOTIFUL picture of me in my beads, way better!
Don't you?
So, the Wabby is still in love with her Fancy Feast Appetizers. But, as her hooman, I have to say they sure are hard to get open! It's for sure elderly folk won't purchase them more than once, unless they have someone around to pull the top off! Just saying...
Today I do want to help promote a great new recycling program that Friskies® and Fancy Feast® are sharing with all pet owners, but especially those of us who feed our cats out of aluminum pet food cans. Titled Together We Can, this program is working to Keep America Beautiful by raising awareness about aluminum pet food can recycling (don't try to say that too fast!).
They demonstrate on the site linked above that "recylcing [a] 3 oz aluminum can saves enough energy to power a 60-watt light bulb for over 2 hours." Wow. Who knew?
But, wait...there's more! If YOU pledge to "make the world a better place by recycling aluminum pet food cans" - including Friskies and Fancy Feast, they will donate $1 - up to $100,000 dollars to the Keep America Beautiful® fund. That's a dollar for every pledge! How hard it that? Get over there and pledge!
Yes, I'm doing it. I believe in recycling. Wabby believes in recycling. She'll tell you her thoughts tomorrow. Meanwhile, an interesting part of this excellent endeavor is that Friskies and Fancy Feast have asked "imaginative pet lovers, environmentalists, artists and celebrities to create cat-inspired art from empty aluminum Friskies and Fancy Feast cans."
The art will be displayed at a one-night only gallery experience in New York City. They want us to check back in April to see what the artists come up with!
So, my only question now is: why aren't they going to be at BlogPaws! Waaaaa!
Ok...I'll stop crying. It's important for all of us to get behind this program, to save our country and the world, to recycle and be aware of how our actions impact Mother Earth. Thanks, Fancy Feast and Friskies! It's encouraging to see big companies getting behind the green movement.
From Pawnation this report on singing sensation Susan Boyle - who has an angel's voice (IMHO) and is finally learning to deal with her celebrity - will be reunited with her cat, Pebbles, after the instant celebrity of her "I Dreamed a Dream" album forced her into the usual travel that comes with suddenly being in the spotlight. She's moving from her family home to a London apartment that is "cat-friendly."
Too bad the article did not include a picture of Pebbles.
I have trouble believing they couldn't get a shot of the cat! We already know what Susan looks like! I wanted to see a pic of Pebbles. I found lots more info on Susan and this quote from an article titled, Susan Boyle's Cat, Pebbles, Calls the Shots, "I don't want to be moving an inch away from my family and Pebbles doesn't want to move." But, Pebbles is in short supply. Still, you can't hide from me. I did find one pic: isn't she adorable?
Hmmm... As for not wanting to move because "cats" don't like change ... Wabby has moved four times in her life, and this last time, she moved - in a Uhaul - cross-country. Hasn't fazed her.
BTW - she's home from her teeth cleaning all in one piece! (a bit miffed at us - see pic - but no teeth had to be pulled, so we're happy! Yay!)
Last night we had to put Wabby Wibby's bowl up out of reach. Today she is at the vet's getting her teeth cleaned. No food or water after 10 pm last night! Oh my, what a trial that was! Here's how it went:
10:30 pm: "Mom, where's my dish? It's gone. Mom, where's my dish, it's gone...MOM WHERE'S MY DISH!" In her best wailing as if she's being tortured voice.
11:30 pm: " MOM - I still can't find my dish. I'm down here...at the bottom of the stairs. Yes, I saw the light go off...but, can you please, please come down and find my bowl? PLEASE MOM!" In that whining, why is life so unfair, voice she has.
1:00 am: "I'm so sad. My bowl is gone. I'm hungry. Is anybody up there awake? Can somebody come and find my bowl?" In her softest voice...almost like a purr...but easily heard from our room.
2:00 am: "Mom? Are you awake?" As she pokes my face, having come up on the bed to use her kitty wiles to get my attention. "Mom, someone took my bowl. I'm hungry. Can't you help me?" Big kitty eyes staring at me in the darkness.
3:00 am: Moving over to the other side of the bed, "Tom? Hey, are you awake? Mom won't help me. Can you help me? I really need a snack. I'm really hungry," as she pokes him in the eye with her paw., over and over again.
5:00 am: "Hey you GUYS! I was really patient all night - I NEED MY BREAKFAST EARLY! Hey YOU GUYS!" Sitting at the bottom of the stairs wailing at the top of her lungs - once, twice, three times.
5:10 am: Standing in the doorway of the bedroom, "ANYBODY in here? SOMEBODY needs to feed me! I LOST MY BOWL - IS THE DOG IN HERE? Did the DOG take MY TREATS? MOMMMMMmmmmm.... " With panic in her voice and an insistence that finally gets me out of bed.
5:30: "Meow. Over here...I'll show you...downstairs...look...it's gone. No bowl. No midnight snack. No breakfast."
That's right, Wabby - no breakfast. At 7:00 we need to get in the cat carrier and go to the vet.
"What? I can't hear you! Breakfast, I need breakfast."
Finally, 7:00 am: "Wait, what are you doing? I don't wanna get in there. No, no...I need breakfast. What..wait..." MEOW, MEOW, MEOW!"
Oh yes. She does. That would be me, anyway. I'm a cat, of course I get my own way! Sheesh!
Here's what I do... I wail. I wail at the top of my lungs. Mom and Tom think I'm going deaf - after all I ignore most of what they say to me - but the truth is I like wailing. I like talking out loud.
Sometimes I wail because I wonder where the dog is. Don't like him steaking up on me. (him/her - it doesn't matter, the 'dog' word is sufficient!)
Along about 6 a.m. I wail loud enough to wake the neigbors, the better to get Mom and Tom jumping out of bed. I KNOW they need to get up. And, I need my breakyfast. So, I just help things along. If they don't listen...I scratch the new walls. This new house is terrific! The walls make lots of noise when I run my claws over them!
Once I get my breakyfast, I make sure they're both up and off of the bed, and that it's made properly. I like a nicely made bed to sleep in.
And that's how I get my way. So simple...a caveman could do it!
