Adapt A Shelter Cat month - All of the month of June.
June is the sixth month of the Gregorian calendar. June was the fourth month in the early Roman calendar, and it once had 29 days. The Romans later moved the beginning of the year to January 1, making June the sixth month. When the Roman statesman Julius Caesar reformed the calendar in 46 B.C., he gave June 30 days. Some authorities believe the Romans named the month for Juno, the patron goddess of marriage. Others trace the name to a family name, Junius. The Junius family was powerful and important throughout the early history of ancient Rome.
The middle of June sees the longest day of the year in the Northern Hemisphere. On this day, June 21st, the Sun reaches its maximum northerly altitude and is overhead along the Tropic of Cancer. In the far north, above the Arctic Circle, the Sun is seen above the horizon all day - the land of the 'midnight sun'. In the far south, conditions are the exact opposite with 24 hours of darkness.
In England, the Sun will rise above the Eastern horizon around 4.30am and will set in the north west around 21.45 - but the northern sky will still be light for some hours after sunset!
In the north, the high altitude of the Sun means that incoming solar radiation is concentrated over a smaller area so the heating effect is much greater and temperatures rise. In the north, the land masses occupy a far greater area so temperatures rise more than in the southern hemisphere.
June symbols: The special flower for June is the rose. The gems for June are the pearl, alexandrite, and moonstone.
And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays;
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten.
James Russell Lowell
I knew that you were nearing, June,
and I knew that you were nearing...
I saw it in the bursting buds of roses in the clearing;
The roses in the clearing, June, were blushing pink and red,
For they had heard upon the hills the echo of your tread.
Cats and Plastic Bags Warning:
My cat Beauty seems to love licking plastic bags from Marks & Spencers shops. I have since found out that the bags contain a fish oil. Usually I keep plastic bags away from Beauty, if he does go for the M&S bag I make sure I cut the handles so he cannot get his head stuck. If you do have a cat then please make sure that the handles have been cut before your cat is allowed near the bags.
One of my past cats "little Lady" did get her head stuck in a plastic bag, and she panicked. I dread to think what may have happened if I had not been there to get the bag from around her neck. So do be careful about leaving plastic bags where your cat can get access to them.
Plastic Beer Holders are also a big danger to cats. These are the plastic rings that hold four or more cans of beer together. If you do buy beer with this plastic holder then do cut the holder and dump it in the bin as soon as you get home.
A wonderful cattish poem:
Kitten Complains - Author Unknown
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble
How those geese and ganders squabble!
Cluck, cluck, quack, quack, quack,
Ducks and chickens answer back.
Woof, woof, bark, bark, bark,
Puppies romp around and lark.
Moo go the cows, and bull goes moo,
Oh what a hull-a-ba, hull-aba-loo.
The horse cries neigh and the sheep goes baa-a-a,
Squeak goes the trailer on the farmers car.
The piglets are squealing, grunt, grunt goes the sow.
"Miaow," wails black pussy,
Miaow, what a row,
There's such a commotion, how can a cat sleep?
With the noise of the dogs and the cows and the sheep
And the hens and the ducks
And the ganders and geese.
And the squeak of the trailer that's needing some grease,
With the moo of the bull and the neigh of the horse
And the shrieking of the piglets to make matters worse.
But - it's no use complaining, for nobody hears
So I'll hide in the loft and stuff hay in my ears.
Up there, warm and cosy in my coat of fur,
I'll practise my solo, "miaow, purr, purr, purr."
Quote of the month:
Cats. "Like age-old sphinxes crouched upon the sand. They strike majestic attitudes to dream and gaze at nothingness, detached and wise." - Charles Baudelaire (1821-67)
The Mouse On The Barroom Floor!
Some Guinness was spilled on the barroom floor
when the pub was shut for the night.
Out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse
and stood in the pale moonlight.
He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor,
then back on his haunches he sat.
And all night long you could hear him roar,
"Bring on the goddam cat!"
The Cat & The Mouse In Partnership!
A cat once became such good friends with a mouse that she invited the mouse to live with her. The mouse agreed to move in and to share with the housekeeping. However they agreed not to leave the house each without the other unless by mutual agreement. "We must provide for the winter or else go hungry," said the Cat, "but it is too dangerous for you to go looking for food in case you run into a mouse-trap."
The cat's advice was followed and they bought a little pot of fat, but they did not know where to put it. After a long discussion, the Cat said, "We can hide it safely in a corner of the church where no-one will disturb it. We won't touch it until we need it."
So they hid the little pot of fat in the church, but it wasn't long before the cat had a great longing to lick some fat. She said to the Mouse, "My cousin has just had a little son, white with brown spots, and she wants me to be the godmother. I will go to the christening while you look after the house - it would be dangerous for you to come with me as the other cats would surely eat you!"
"Certainly," replied the Mouse, "and when you eat anything good, think of me. If possible, I should very much like a drop of the red christening wine."
But the Cat had no cousin, and had not been asked to be godmother. She went straight to the church and licked the top off the little pot of fat. Then went walking and sunning herself on the roofs of the town, licking her lips whenever she thought of the little pot of fat. When evening came, she returned home.
"Did you have an enjoyable day?" the mouse asked her.
"Indeed," said the cat, "It all went very well." And of course, that was the truth.
"What was the child's name?" asked the mouse.
"Top Off," replied the cat drily.
"What a curious name!" exclaimed the mouse, "Is it a traditional name in you family?"
"What's odd about the name?" the cat asked, blinking, "It's no more curious than Breadthief as your godchild is called."
Soon after, the cat had another great longing for some fat and she once more asked the mouse to take care of the house, "I have been asked a second time to be a godmother, and of course I cannot refuse as the child has a white ring around its neck."
The kind mouse agreed and the untruthful cat slunk under the town wall to the church where she ate up half of the pot of fat. "Nothing tastes better than what one eats by oneself," she said, greatly pleased with her day's work. Then she went sunning herself on the town roofs before returning home.
"What was this child named?" asked the mouse.
"Half Gone," answered the cat.
"Halfgone?!" exclaimed the mouse, "What a name! Why I have never heard such a name in my life."
Soon after, the cat once more had a great longing for some fat and she said to the mouse, "All good things come in threes and I have been asked to be godmother to my cousin's third child as well. It is coal black and has snow white paws, but not a single white hair on its body. Such a thing only happens once in two years, so you will let me go out?"
"Topoff! Halfgone!" said the mouse, "Such curious names and they make me very thoughtful."
"Oh, you sit here at home in your dark grey coat and your long tail," said the cat, "and it makes you fanciful. That comes of not going out in the day!"
The mouse cleaned and swept the house while the cat was gone, but the untruthful cat ate up every last bit of the fat and said, "When it is all gone one can be at rest," before returning home sleek and satisfied.
"And what did they name this child?" asked the mouse, "Something as curious as the others?"
"It won't please you any better," the cat told her, "they called him Clean Gone."
"Cleangone!" exclaimed the mouse, "Why don't believe such a name exists! Cleangone indeed! What can it mean?"
The mouse shook her head and curled up to sleep. From that time one, no-one asked the cat to be godmother, but when the winter came and there was no food to be got outside, the mouse remembered their precious pot of fat safely hidden in the church and said, "Come, cat, let's go to our pot of fat - it will taste very good."
"Indeed," answered the Cat, "it will taste as good to you as if you stretched your thin tongue out of the window," meaning that empty air has no taste at all.
When they reached the church, they found the pot in its place, but quite empty and the mouse guessed what had been happening each time the cat had gone to a christening.
"Now I know what has happened, you false friend!" she cried, "First you ate the top off, then half of it gone and then..."
"be silent!" hissed the cat, "Another word and I will eat you up as well."
But the word "Cleangone" was already on the poor mouse's tongue, and scarcely was it out than the cat punced on her and swallowed her whole.
"All gone," said the cat to herself. You see that is the way of the world.
Forty Cat Quotes that are so very true!
"She moves in little gusts and breezes,
sharp and sudden as a sneeze is,
at hunting Tibbles has no match,
how I like to see her catch.
Moth or beetle, two a penny,
and feast until there isn't any!"
Ian Serraillier (1912-94)
The History of the Domesticated Cat
Author: Denise Brixey
Throughout the centuries, the cat has held a mystique of its own. A quiet ruling nature surrounds them giving them an aura of mystery. Although the relationship between man and cat started approximately 8,000 years ago, the cat has been around since before recorded time. Those that we enjoy today as pets, evolved from their larger, wilder relatives.
Man first used cats as mousers. In the 1800's cats often used their hunting and fishing abilities to help starving prisoners, hungry soldiers and the like. It is a bonus that cats enjoy hunting by nature! They are the most efficient mouse traps yet.
As with other animals, nature has provided our friend with some defenses. The cat has little fur between his eyes and his ears so when he is asleep in the wild, his eyes appear to be open, thus keeping his enemy at bay. He is also protected from the elements by a thick, dense coat in cold climates and a fine coat in warmer ones. These coat come in unusual colours that can act like camouflage. He can then follow his instinct to sleep during the day without being seen. At night he hunts under the cloak of darkness.
Recommended book: The Mysterious Cat
Feline Myth & Magic Through the Ages
Author: Joan Moore
Published by Piatkus
Cats have always held a special place in the human imagination, generating a wealth of myths, legends and superstitions. Now these fascinating traditions have been gathered together by cat expert Joan Moore.
Quote: "My cat is not lazy, he is motivationally challenged!" - Author Unknown