You know you’ve hit the big time when the Hollywood Reporter announces your film. I was doing some bedtime reading the other night when my eyes widened. Grumpy Cat sitting in a sleigh? Yup, move over Grinch, there’s another grump slated to bring on Christmas cheer. I’m curious to know who they’ll cast as her voice. If Grumpy Cat could talk what would she sound like? Deep and nasally like Demi Moore or more high pitched whiney like Cyndi Lauper? I’ve met and held the most famous cat in the world several times and she didn’t say a word. Not a peep, well maybe ca-ching ca-ching.
Who will be Next Internet Cat Superstar? Friskies Spokescat Grumpy Cat and Internet Celebrities The Fine Bros. Kick Off the 3rd Annual “The Friskies”; the Renowned Awards for Best Internet Cat Videos of the Year. If you have a talented cat, hurry and submit a video now through July 21, 2014, to “The Friskies” at www.TheFriskies.com for the opportunity to win a cash prize up to $25,000. Cat video creators can upload videos up to one minute in length at www.TheFriskies.com, or on Instagram and Vine, in one of four categories – Funny, Res-cute, Epic and Strange. Our fave captain, Will Braden (Henri Le Chat Noir is helming #Strange. Oh, I wish I could enter!
Grumpy Cat with Tabatha Bundesen and the YouTube celebrity captains (Bret Hartman/AP Images for Friskies)
The category captains will help review all entries and narrow them down to 12 finalists, three in each of the four categories. The finalists will be announced on August 11, 2014. Fans will then be able to vote (limit one vote per entry per person per day) for their favorite video online at www.TheFriskies.com from August 11 to September 8, 2014. During the voting phase, consumers can help raise money and food for shelter organizations. Every vote equals one can of Friskies wet cat food donated to 10 select shelter partners, up to 250,000 cans. Additionally, with direction from category captains Friskies will donate over $20,000 to partnering shelters.
It’s kitten season and every shelter in the country is full to the brim. In the past week I noticed a huge jump in kitten intake at New Rochelle Humane Society the shelter I volunteer at. The cats are usually quiet but I was serenaded this week by the desperate mews of motherless kittens. Some are adorable and healthy while others have infections, fleas, parasites and other conditions. The sad truth is many will never be adopted. This little one has better odds. He managed to escape out of his cage and once back in, made it clear he wanted out! If only all kittens could sing RESCUE ME at full blast.
He made a beeline for me and I have to admit he totally has the same energy as our Odin. Fortunately, I’m usually immune to the charms of kittens and prefer the old ones or quirky ones no one wants. But never say never. I’ve been considering fostering a pair of cats but it hasn’t felt right yet. If you’ve been thinking about volunteering or fostering for your local shelter or rescue group, the greatest need is right now.
Remembering Gris Gris
It was exactly six months ago that our dear, old boy Gris Gris died. An older rescue cat, we only had him for three years but what immense joy he gave us. He wasn’t destined to be a lap cat or snuggle bunny but showed his love in subtle ways. A headbutt. Sleeping at the foot of the bed. A rare sotto voce purr. He never gave a moment’s worry and always behaved like a true gentleman cat. Compassionate and caring, he acted as a see-eye cat for Merlin, a good friend of Domino and reluctant wrestling partner for Odin. The adage: still waters run deep fit him to a T.
We’ll never know the exact root cause of his death but a seizure took him quickly. We buried him in the dead of winter and it feels good to see the lush green in the garden he loved so dearly. I placed his favorite bench opposite his ivy covered burial mound and sometimes sit there and remember his wise, little gray face.
My grieving journey was remarkably gentle and yet life altering. I think of him every day but rarely with sadness anymore until now. Over the past week I’ve been thinking of him more. Who knows why. Maybe it’s because of the six month mark. Maybe a cat at the shelter reminds me of him. Maybe I miss seeing him enjoying the garden. The heart knows little of the logical whys.
For now I’m happy to remember a cat who left his pawprints on my heart along his soft purr. The grief of loss is a thief that steals into our hearts when we least expect it. Just when you think the sadness is over a hidden tear comes out of nowhere and a fresh wave erupts. And so it goes. Living and dying and living in one big turn of the cosmic wheel.
A Gris Gris photobomb made everything better The collage is shows Gris Gris enjoying his first summer with us, his first taste of a real home after being a basement mouser for ten years and in a shelter for over one year. The pink lilies are blooming again. I held my breathe waiting to see if the deer would eat them again like last year. There are small mercies and infinite gifts. Like cats.