Merry Christmas From Thunder Cat Newman

Thunder Cat Newman Trimming The Tree

We have two cats. One of them is named Storm. He is a big 27 pound, yes I said 27 pound cat. Storm keeps to himself unless the food dish is empty and God help us all when that happens. (Psst! He's a 27 pound cat, he can afford to go several hours without a meal if you know what I mean) Just last night apparently I had the audacity to leave the food dish empty before I went to bed. Around 4am Storm barged into our bedroom making the door hit the wall stop and jumped violently onto our bed.

Now I was awake, but I settled back down to sleep. Storm had other plans. After several large gutteral meows that sounded like the cat was meowing in tongues I rolled over to see what the Hell was the matter. There was Storm Cat starring me down. I asked him what was the matter like he was going to answer me but my only response was several more meows backed by sort of growling. I rolled over and ignored him. Storm Cat jumped down and left the room.

About ten minutes later Storm once again jumped on our bed. However, this time, no meows, but he moved to another tactic. Storm walked to the top of the bed and crawled over my pillow making sure that his paws made contact with my head. I always thought cats were nimble little minx's but not Storm. Storm made several passes over my head until I jumped up and once again asked the bloody cat what he wanted. No response. No surprise. He jumped down and left the room. Since I was up I decided to follow him and see just what the cat does in the middle of the night. He led me right to his food dish. It was empty. The freakin cat wanted to eat at 4am in the morning. I filled his bowl and went back to bed.

We also have another cat, a 4.5 pound female named Thunder Cat Newman. (Thunder Cat is pictured above tangled up in Christmas tree tinsel.) Thunder Cat loves to help trim the Christmas tree and never, ever, jumps on our bed and wakes us up with wild meows and head crawling. Never! Ever!

Guess who my favorite cat is?

Merry Christmas from the Grassy Knoll Institute.

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Happy New Year 2010

Happy New Year From Thunder Cat Newman

From everyone here at the Grassy Knoll Institute, including our very own Thunder Cat Newman:
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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   Gumby said

   January 1, 2010 at 11:24 pm e
   Happy new year. You have one cool cat on your hands.
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     LOTGK said

     January 2, 2010 at 2:04 am e
     And to you as well my friend. Lets hope it’s a good one, with out any fear….
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   Leeuna said

   January 1, 2010 at 11:43 pm e
   Happy New Year!!! What a totally beautiful cat. Is he yours?
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     LOTGK said

     January 2, 2010 at 2:05 am e
     And Happy new Year to you.
     And yes, this is Thunder, my cat. She is 4.5 pounds and loves the shower, the sink, the blow dryer, and the sweeper. Crazy Cat for sure.
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   Fracas said

   January 2, 2010 at 5:24 pm e
   Happy New Year to you… and Thunder (well ok, and anyone else living in your home with you that I, as a reader of your blog but yet… a stranger, am not aware of but who would be important to you nonetheless because after all, those people must be more important to you than us and we accept that…)
   
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     LOTGK said

     January 3, 2010 at 12:11 am e
     And Happy New Year from Thunder, Storm, Pat, Patrick, and Patty.
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   Izzy said

   January 3, 2010 at 2:21 am e
   Wild cat dude. Did it let you shoot those fireworks at her.
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     LOTGK said

     January 5, 2010 at 8:24 am e
     They weren’t fireworks, they were party poppers. and no, we didn’t shoot them at Thunder, we placed the streamers on her head after the fact.
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   DataKing said

   January 4, 2010 at 12:17 pm e
   Cool Cat. Happy new year grassy knoll institute.
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     LOTGK said

     January 5, 2010 at 8:36 am e
     Happy new Year King.
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I Am Thunder Hear Me Roar

Thunder Cat 

Thunder was the runt of the litter and was abandoned by the mother just several days into it’s young life. We decided to have pity on the kitten and took it home. It did not have any hair yet, was only several inches long, and by the looks of it, wouldn’t last the night. But it did, and we took it to the vet that day. More bad news. The vet said that the kitten would probably not survive being abandoned so early and that we should leave the kitten with him and he would put it out of it’s misery. We didn’t like that option, so we asked him what we could do to help this kitten survive.

At this, the vet seemed to open up a little and gave us half a dozen non-needle syringes and some mothers pet milk plus a slimy food supplement that came in a toothpaste type container.

The vet told us to feed the kitten 6 times per day using the syringe and force the milk slowly into the kittens mouth. He told us to keep the kitten warm and for us to call him in a week if the kitten survived that long.

We took the cat home and introduced her to our other cat, Storm, a big male cat who up to this time, had the run of the house. One look at the little rat we were carrying and Storm wanted a piece of it right away. We would have to keep them separated. We named the kitten Thunder. Now we had two cats, Thunder and Storm. Get it?…

Well, we got an old blanket and a box and fixed Thunder a little bed. We took turns getting up in the middle of the night to feed Thunder and change the blanket when necessary. At first, the kitten would barely take any milk, fighting us all the way. Several days later however, the kitten started to come around and took to the pet milk. It even began to grow fur and actually meowed for the first time.

A week later, the vet was astounded when he saw the kitten and told us to continue what we were doing but to start adding the food supplement he gave us.

A month later, Thunder had all her hair, was eating from the food dish, along with still receiving the pet milk and the food supplement and after several tense days of introductions to our male cat Storm, they now both rule the house.

Thunder is now full grown, 5 years old, and weighs a whopping 5 pounds, one ounce. After all, it was the runt of the litter but more than likely got the last meow in life with it’s siblings.

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