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Cat + Dog = Fun - kitster's Blog - SacPaws.com http://www.sacpaws.com/home/Blog/kitster Read all about the adventures of my cat, Kit-Kat, and my dog, Buster. Read all about the adventures of my cat, Kit-Kat, and my dog, Buster. en-us Firefighter saves cat with mouth-to-mouth http://www.sacpaws.com/home/Blog/kitster/431 http://www.sacpaws.com/home/Blog/kitster/431 I read this news item this morning and thought it was very amusing... Firefighter saves cat with mouth-to-mouth <div class="bylineText">By <a title="See Profile" href="javascript:NewWindow(740,530,'/apps/pbcs.dll/personalia?ID=NB120',0)">Steve Urbon</a></div> <div class="bylineExtra">Standard-Times senior correspondent</div> September 10, 2008 6:00 AM NEW BEDFORD — Acts of bravery and courage come with the territory of a firefighter, but Al Machado might have broken new ground Monday when he saved a house cat with mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Sweating and breathing heavily from fighting the fire, Mr. Machado was still making faces and picking fur from his mouth when he told a reporter there wasn't much hesitation involved. He had rescued the cat from a burning, second-floor apartment on Summer Street "and it really needed air and it couldn't wait," he said. So he began mouth-to-mouth breathing on the cat as he carried it out to the sidewalk, where police and paramedics were ready with oxygen, and left it with them while he went back inside the apartment. Paramedics administered oxygen while he was inside the building and, at the next opportunity, Mr. Machado resumed mouth-to-mouth, and the cat, a tiger angora, revived and was resting comfortably in the animal rescue van, awaiting a ride to the veterinarian. Asked what it tasted like giving the breath of life to a cat, Mr. Machado just laughed, grimaced and said, "Like fur." No one was injured in the fire at 562 Summer St., a three-decker just north of Interstate 195. The blaze was called in by the third-floor tenant, the only person in the building at the time, who escaped with his dog. The first-floor tenant's pets all were saved: two dogs, three cats, a chinchilla, a ferret and some frogs. On the second floor, two pit bulls were saved with the help of oxygen from paramedics and animal rescue officers, but two cats died in the apartment, which had heavy damage, especially in a bedroom area where fire officials said the blaze started. The third cat was saved by Mr. Machado, who was praised by District Chief Michael Brodeur as a dog lover who doesn't hesitate when an animal needs help. The state fire marshal was called in to investigate the midday fire, which is being treated as suspicious, said Chief Brodeur. But the building was saved, with some smoke damage on the third floor and water damage on the first, in addition to the damage on the second floor. Dogs vs. Men http://www.sacpaws.com/home/Blog/kitster/239 http://www.sacpaws.com/home/Blog/kitster/239 Got this in my inbox this morning and it made me laugh... If you want someone who will eat whatever you put in front of him and never say its not quite as good as his mothers ...then buy a dog. If you want someone always willing to go out, at any hour, for as long and wherever you want ... ...then buy a dog. If you want someone who will never touch the remote, doesn't care about football, and can sit next to you as you watch romantic movies ...then buy a dog. If you want someone who is content to get on your bed just to warm your feet and whom you can push off if he snores ...then buy a dog. If you want someone who never criticizes what you do, doesn't care if you are pretty or ugly, fat or thin, young or old, who acts as if every word you say is especially worthy of listening to, and loves you unconditionally, perpetually .. ...then buy a dog. BUT, on the other hand, if you want someone who will never come when you call, ignores you totally when you come home, leaves hair all over the place, walks all over you, runs around all night and only comes home to eat and sleep, and acts as if your entire existence is solely to ensure his happiness,   ...then buy a cat! Now be honest, you thought I was gonna say... marry a man, didn't you?  Dog and Cat Diaries http://www.sacpaws.com/home/Blog/kitster/177 http://www.sacpaws.com/home/Blog/kitster/177 A friend of mine forwarded this to me in an email and it cracked me up...thought I would share it with you all! DOG DIARY 8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing! 9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing! 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing! 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing! 12:00 pm - Lunch! My favourite thing! 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favourite thing! 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing! 5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favourite thing! 7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favourite thing! 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with my people! My favourite thing! 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing! ****************************************************************************   CAT DIARY Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now... Earth Day tips http://www.sacpaws.com/home/Blog/kitster/176 http://www.sacpaws.com/home/Blog/kitster/176 I use my old coffee grounds as compost (or get some for free at Starbucks) and try to compost as much as I can. I also use eco-friendly laundry detergent and cleaning products.