Hi folks,

Perhaps you might remember me as the one in the Sultanate of Oman with a kitty trying to kill him and other kitty loving paddling in the ocean off the coast of Oman.

I reported on all that in a thread here "How my kitty tried to kill me "

http://www.thecatsite.com/t/184537/how-my-kitty-tried-to-kill-me

If you have not known how perfidious kitties can be and not known of the dastardly stuff those beasties can do, go above and read and be terrified, very terrified at what your kitties can do to you.

I am now in Singapore after sadly leaving all my companions in Oman.  I spend 9 months in arranging the transitions for them to their next families.

In Singapore, me and my wife were reunited with Ivan, a kitty that adopted us and  came back with us when we were living in Hongkong.

Ivan story is amazing and might well challenged your beliefs and one day I get into that.  Ivan is about 18 years old now.

Then a few months ago, we were given a pedigree Abyssinian.

I called him Sieben after the companion character Sieben to Druss the Legend, created by the best fantasy writer David Gemmell.  Except unlike that Sieben who was always thinking how to get the skirts off  and companion to Druss,  my Sieben will never have that on his mind.

Here is a writeup on Sieben.

(Oberon is an Asian Fairy Bluebird. Google for those images to know what a fairy bluebird looks like. I was rehabilating him and I later returned Oberon back into the forest where he came from)

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In last report, I complained Sieben the gwaigwai shishi was not a lap cat. And being a lapcat was so important in the next stage of getting Sieben to accept Oberon.

A couple of days later, the answer was so obvious after I put that into words.

That I should turn Sieben into a lapcat.

After all, Dommie was screaming and kicking when I first brought him to the ocean. It was about 8-10 trips later that he accepted the beach and then into the water.




http://shanlung.livejournal.com/104066.html

I could not keep whacking Sieben over the head, not on a continuous basis. I had no qualms and no regrets in that first whack of Sieben when he stalked Oberon again after that mad day when I nearly lost Oberon.

That primed Sieben very well. I need not hurl rolled up socks, notebooks and paperbacks at him. Sieben knew. When he came near Oberon, a shout of "SIEBEN! NO!" was enough to send him scurrying away.

I had to prepare for the times when I was not around, and lapse of attention placed Sieben and Oberon together. Violence repeatedly visited on a beastie will turn the beastie violent, and vicious as well. Violence begat more violence.

So I started to work on turning Sieben into a lap cat. I could not trust my eternal vigilance to remain eternal. I better make Sieben to accept Oberon as family in addition. And for that, Sieben had to be turned into a lap cat. So I could hold him on my lap when eventually we entered Oberon's flight room together.

The way that was done with Ivan and Libai.


As mentioned, Sieben would come readily to me. Earlier bouts of clicker training and small dried anchovies did that. A call of "sieben come", would see Sieben coming as against a shout of SIEBEN would see him running away.

So with him beside me, I showed him the pleasure of a tummy rub.
That being a lap cat could have perks.





And a back rub





He liked it enough to response.


Maybe videos will show it better.

A doink doink is a Chinese kind of massage ball on a stick and spring. The ball is made of hard plastic with spikes. It looked like the morning star that medieval warriors used to clobber each other on the head. I called that a doink doink from the noise it made when you use that to hit your arm or leg.

Sieben loved being whacked by that. I learned that from Ivan. For that matter, Dommie and Katie loved that doink doink too.

Video to be seen in livejournal as sadly not copied in copy and paste here


Sieben getting tummy rubs

Video to be seen in livejournal as sadly not copied in copy and paste here

Sieben getting back rubs and chin rubs

Video to be seen in livejournal as sadly not copied in copy and paste here

I felt short changed. Doing all that for Sieben.
Look at Ivan. Ivan was the best masseur of all my kitties. And there I was, massaging that Sieben instead.

Ivan treading on me

Video to be seen in livejournal as sadly not copied in copy and paste here


I mentioned Sieben would do figure of 8s not only about my ankles when I prepared the mash for he and Ivan. Sieben would do figure of 8 about my knee and thighs. I never figured how Sieben did that. But my wife shot some short videos of that.

Video to be seen in livejournal as sadly not copied in copy and paste here

Ivan is a true masochistic cat. He loved being whacked hard by that doink doink.
That was from years ago when we all were living in HongKong.
Ivan would curl around my ankle and scream and moan in delight.

What is your advice to me?

That I do not whack Ivan at all?

That I should be sadistic to Ivan? You heard of that saying?
The worse thing a sadist can do to a masochist is to do nothing at all!
And I do love my Ivan, my kittie of 18 years, and could I repay his wonderful treading and massaging of me by doing nothing to him?

Those of weak stomach should not watch!
And those that watch should watch it all, his returning to me to be doink doink and his obvious pleasure in that.

Video to be seen in livejournal as sadly not copied in copy and paste here

 

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Warmest regards

Shanlung
山 龍

 

Welcome back to TCS!!. I've moved this to Fur pics with there being pictures attached

I'm sorry to hear you had to rehome your cats because l enjoyed seeing how laid back they were, so l trust you made sure their new homes were up to standard?

I'm curious about the "Doink Doink" though because it sounds quite painful?. I couldn't see any videos of it in your link either?

Rosiemac,

You might have clicked on the other link which showed Dommie in the ocean with us.

Doink Doink can be seen here

We spend about 4 months to transition Dommie to Omer our friend and about 6-7 visits to make sure Dommie liked it there and to make sure Omer and his family love and will look after Dommie well.

One such transitional visit of Dommie recorded here.

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More photos in flickr folder 'Close to the final chapter '
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shanlung/sets/72157624610483891/

Dommie at Omer

I related how I searched for Katie 5 times in 5 days in
Pakistan & Russia//Village Harban & Omer // Shower for Riamfada &back to room


Sharon wrote to me that perhaps Katie might be making her way back home to me.
I hope with my soul that is not the case. She would have to cross 20 km of desert. Then there is this freeway of 6 lanes bothways of cars at 120 kph and 4 lanes of service roads that will be the death of her.

I rather hoped that Katie found a home in the intervening villages.

We brought Dommie yet again to Omer on 7th Aug.



He was let out. Dom stayed around for a short while. Soon he was on top of the wall and disappeared over the other side. My wife went inside Omer's house with all of them. I was queasy on Dommie and I stayed outside with Riamfada to try to keep an eye on him. Dommie went exploring. I called him to see Dom slinking off near a bunch of palm trees.

After 45 minutes in the heat, and losing sight of Dommie, I gave up and went back into the cool of the house and a welcomed cold drink.

I had fears of Dom getting lost and joining his sister. The last time Dom was here, he dissappeared. My wife called him and he returned.

Another 45 minutes passed by without Dommie. I thought of asking my wife to call for Dom as Dom is closer to her.

Just then, I saw his shadow in the bottom crack under the front door, and heard him meowing away in case none knew he was outside. I was so relieved. That was even better than calling for Dommie because what if we were not around to call for him.

Dommie showed he knew the area, went on a walkabout, recognised where Omer stayed, came back and called us all on his own.

He came in to be loved by all.





This was so important to me.

I love that Dommie. And I want Dommie to be part of Omer family and to live there happily.

We all went back home soon after.

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My wife went out with bags of rubbish. She said she was going to the municipal bin a bit down the road to throw.

She came back with a tiny orange ball with 4 legs. My wife said that came running to her at the bin area.

I thought that was karma.

We lost Katie or I would not have allowed that.

That kittie looked on the verge of death. The intervention of my wife gave her life.
I do not want to give her a name. So we called her Noname.

In a few days, Noname got her strength back.
Still, I should have put my foot down. But I thought a life saved to atone for Katie.






Noname even joined us on the neighbourhood walks.



Then my wife went to throw rubbish again.

That was how Unnamed came.
I knew I should have thrown a tantrum on Noname, but felt what was done was done.

And my wife went to throw rubbish yet again.

And Nameless came. My wife promised me no more kitties. There were three that she saw. That the first kittie , Noname came when she called and the other two ran away.
Then a few days later, Unnamed came when she called. The third time, she saw Nameless who could barely move.



They all live outside the villa in our car porch.

Only Dommie was very unhappy. Spitting and hissing whenever any of those orange balls of fuzz came within a foot of him.

Guys, do be careful if your wife said she is going to throw rubbish in municipal bin outside. Never mind about what the cat bring back. What the wife can bring back is your bigger worry.

More photos in flickr folder 'Close to the final chapter '
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shanlung/sets/72157624610483891/

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Footnote:  all the 3 kitties were taken in by people before we left Oman  after I fattened them up and made them look nice.

Warmest regards

Shanlung
山 龍
 

I feel much better now i've seen it because your description was the total opposite in my head!

I'm so sad to hear Katie went missing as well,  so many that she has a safe and loving home, but to actually see the pictures of Dommie with his new family is lovely.

Both you and your wife have big hearts, Shanlung. Those cats and kittens just stick to you like magnets so you should be proud that they trust you so much 

Thank you for being such caring people to these babies, you've done good!

 

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(In earlier writeup, I said I would wring the kitties and the birdie's scrawny necks if they do not eat the mash I lovingly prepared for them.

Jackie going beyond graduation & excitment with kitties // Jackie fruit mash 02 & Jackie mash 02 http://shanlung.livejournal.com/134951.html

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Evil Sieben

I am sure that you all will be pleased to know the kitties's and Jackie's scrawny necks had not been wrunged. They all loved the new mash.

In last report, I wrote of how Sieben while not drawing blood and marrow from me with his needle sharp claws and teeth, Sieben still went to cause misery to me. I never realised the consequences to myself after I showed Sieben the pleasures of tummy rubs in my earlier trying to turn him into a lap cat.

Sieben got addicted to that. I normally like to read a bit while lying on the bed before I go to sleep. That was when Sieben pounced on me. Crashing his head onto my head regardless of injury to myself. After he knocked me a few times on my head which I try my best to ignore, he would then stick his mouth right into my ear to thunder out his purrs. Concussions and being deafened became the routine I was inflicted with.



He would do that a few times before he felt I was primed enough.

I had to drag him away by the root of his tail so I could continue to read my book. And to hold him away so his head will not block the pages.





He then rolled over insisting on his tummy rubs.





With his incessant demands for tummy rubs, Ivan in disgust stopped coming on top of me to do his threading and massaging of me. Ivan came onto the table nearby to look on. I half hoped he would jump onto Sieben to send him packing so he could be by my head or to massage me. Instead, Sieben would intercept him and tell him to go to the foot of the bed while Sieben took the head. And poor Ivan accepted that.







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As can be imagined, the dastardly deeds of Sieben continued on me.  I believe those deeds will get worse and worse with no prospects of getting better other than in my wildest unrealisable fantasies.

As reported in the next update

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Miscellanous & Perfidious Sieben


More photos in Flickr folder _ Jackie 01 -Bonding
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shanlung/sets/72157628907094155/

You seen the the earlier photo of Guang Kong with a piece at his feet. That was another piece of Liuligongfang we bought in Taiwan. That piece was too big and heavy to use like the earlier 2 pieces you have seen. So perhaps I might not have been such a peasant as you might have thought.





Photos of tea drinking set.

The charcoal burner meant you need to get rid of the ashes and too much trouble. So I decided on spirit burner to keep the water boiling hot. Of course, I had an electric hotpot for boiling water. Spirit burner took too long to boil water for the tea. So perhaps I am still a peasant.






Jackie had little fear on concern on Ivan. Ivan could roam about in his room with little concern from Jackie or from me. I mentioned this in last report. Here are some photos to show how casual Jackie was towards Ivan. And me too.







In fact, Jackie would fly to me sitting on my sofa in front of the TV with Ivan on the armrest just below my arm.
Sieben was a different matter entirely at present, and perhaps into the future as well. Jackie and I are both a bit paranoid of Sieben.

I honestly want to write nicer things about my kitties. Some fragments I learned in younger days about not giving a cat a bad name and hanging that cat. Might not be that phrase exactly, and as said fragments meant fragments.

Honesty also compelled me to tell the truth hard as it might be.

I felt I should be treated better by the kitties considering I slaved away for them. Weighing and kneading the mash, the meat mince, the dried anchovies, chopped wheatgrass, wet cat food, and 30 grams of kitty kipples into their dinners, 1/3 placed in freezer for their lunch the next day. Their litter box serviced by me.

Kitties should be lovingly taking care of me for all that.

Instead, Ivan incessant demands for his doink doink massage gave me Carpal tunnel syndrome (I should be sadistic to Ivan?  and even so, Ivan ceased his threading and massaging of me the way he used to do when I lay down on the bed as last reported. In last few days, even the pleasure Ivan gave me in the threading of me when I watched TV had been diminished. Ivan would do that only if I was the only one around. Should my wife seat in the sofa chair next to me to watch TV, traitorous beastie Ivan would immediatly pad over to my wife to thread and massage her totally neglecting me. I was the 2nd best and used by Ivan to fill his time until mummy was there.

I was about to smack Ivan for that until I remembered Ivan was a masochist and the way to truly punish Ivan was to refrain from whacking him.


And after Sieben realised how wonderful tummy rubs were, he became a veritable addict to that. In time I felt aches in my elbow. I then realised I might be getting tennis elbow from those unreasonable and unnatural demands from Sieben.
I complained to my wife lying next to me on the bed that she should take over part of the tummy rubs of Sieben so my elbow could be rested.

She laughed at me instead and said she was too busy twittering away on her iphone.

Then the last few nights I noticed Sieben was no longing butting me on the head and no longer sticking his mouth into my ear to thunder out his purrs. He would lie in front of me on the bed blocking my book. To be pulled out of the way by the root of his tail to the side. He turned over demanding his tummy rubs.

The moment my wife came to bed, he would move off and get on top of my wife's pillow very delicately and placed his head lovingly next to her head. With the parting insult of flicking his tail a few times into my face when he left. I contrasted his delicate consideration for my wife with the way he head butted me, walked over my book and displacing my reading light with no regards to me.

And giving my wife what I suspected to be loving caresses on her shoulders.

Photos were taken as evidence of the perfidious Sieben and his traitorous transfer of allegiance.












More photos in Flickr folder _ Jackie 01 -Bonding
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shanlung/sets/72157628907094155/


I told my wife that she could jolly well feed the kitties and clean their litter tray. My wife snorted an undecipherable answer to that reasonable request.

I was only mollifed when Sieben demanded tummy rubs from my wife. My wife then asked me to give Sieben tummy rubs.

I laughed my guttural laughter and told her my hand was too busy turning the page of my book to do that. And think of switching to just giving to kitties pure kittie kipples with ethoxiquin and ickky additives.

 
Warmest regards

Shanlung
山 龍

 


 

Extracted from my livejournal

Sieben would appear within the second of my calling for him.
Each time and about every time. The one time he took a second, I felt he must be doing his toiletry behind the kitchen and yet he ran and jumped out.

Talk is cheap, and therefore a video taken of Sieben coming to me when called.
Almost to split second, and almost as if he was waiting for my call.

So who ever said a kitty will never be trained to come when called?


And another extracted from my livejournal entry a couple years ago

This morning I saw Sieben lying down by the computer room and far from the living room. I positioned my wife with my camera, and I went to the sofa to call Sieben.

You can see for yourself how Sieben responded to my cue to come, running and pounding and leaping all the way to me. Took him longer than the split second, but do forgive Sieben as he was a lot further away.

Ivan is a lot more laid back, and older at 20 years old.  I just felt it better to let Ivan be and not harassed him with recalls the way I did with Sieben.  Ivan do periodically come to me when called.  He also will come to me when not called.