Kitty Litterture Cat Site

Harriet and Rufus

This is the book I wrote when I was 8 years old. Apparently I was obsessed with bathing! Or maybe it's because the story came to me while in the tub (as I pointed out in the preface). Dig those groovy bell bottoms and the far out belt!

Child's Story about Lions
Child's Story about Lions
Child's Story about Lions
Child's Story about Lions
Child's Story about Lions
Child's Story about Lions
Child's Story about Lions
Child's Story about Lions
Child's Story about Lions
Child's Story about Lions
Child's Story about Lions
Child's Story about Lions
Child's Story about Lions
Child's Story about Lions
Child's Story about Lions
Child's Story about Lions

And then we took a bath!

2005-Old Kitty Litterture Site

Because this is a burgeoning site, I'm just throwing something up here...much like a web hairball. Yeeeew, watch where you surf! Basically, this site will consist of my observations of cat behaviour, my musings, my photos, my writings...yeah, it's all about me...but wait, no, it's all about them! Anyone that has a cat (a misconception-they have you, don't they?) knows that even the most common of kitties is not common at all. They each have their own personality that shines through and captivates us. We are truly humbled by their very existence aren't we?

I was just thinking tonight, when I picked up my 20 year old senior, Sabbath (named after the band Black Sabbath) how much he smelled like this navy blue sweater I had as a child that I hated. It was a nylon polyester blend and damn, it just stunk. I refused to wear it. But ya know, holding Sack (that's his nickname along with Old Buddy and Old Man-we'll get to that later) I was reminded of that scent and funny wasn't so bad anymore.

My point? Cats have a way to temper us. Sure, they also have a way to raise our temper, but when all is said and done, in many ways, they exemplify what we strive for as mere humans.

The Mystery

It is said that our domestic felines have genetic ties to the "big cats", lions, tigers and such. Cohabiting with felis domesticus, I would have to agree, strictly on a behavioral basis of course. I am no scientist, merely a diligent observer.

Everyday, I witness my cats "marking their territory" by scratching, rubbing and spraying (much to my chagrin when it is within the confines of my home which has been dubbed "the pee-pee-soaked-heck-hole"). Decidedly, I too am considered "territory" as I have not escaped ANY of the three aforementioned marking rituals.

My feline friends have also not renounced their natural, predatory instincts, be it an ant, bird or particle of dust blowing across the floor. On behalf of the living, breathing victims, I intercede when I am able. When I am unable to, I am forced to remind myself of their instinctual and genetic programming to hunt and kill.

Perhaps that is the mystery that binds us to these creatures as they lie upon our laps...contented, purring and elegant yet not restricted, ruled or confined and in a sense, never to be fully tamed...the embodiment of our basic, humanly desires.


Simon was a pound kitty. There was nothing notably exceptional about him but he was a sweetie. The thing I remember most about Simon is when he was neutered as a young'un, he came home and bounced off the walls as if nothing had happened. He had no clue his "manhood" had been taken from him. In his old age, he enjoyed sleeping in the sun amongst the roses against the house.


Lillith...lovely tabby found in an alley. She has the most striking of aquamarine eyes....but she's crabby as hell. Although she's lived here for years, this little Paris Hilton will NOT adjust to the simple life. But, as of late, I have noticed she's beginning to allow others to breathe, walk and exist within the same county, which is a marked change from when I brought her home and she went ballistic...on my face. Ah yeah, memories...ya just can't replace 'em...much like eyeballs.


Perhaps I am alone in this...but one of the things I truly adore about cats is the fur on the back of their heads. I also love their "toe fur." I don't know what it is about it, but it really does it for me.

Kitty Litter Cake Recipe

Photo of Kitty Litter Cake


1 box spice or German chocolate cake mix
1 box of white cake mix
1 package white sandwich cookies
1 large package vanilla instant pudding mix
A few drops green food coloring
12 small Tootsie Rolls or equivalent


1 NEW cat-litter box
1 NEW cat-litter box liner
1 NEW pooper scooper

Prepare and bake cake mixes, according to directions, in any size pan. Prepare pudding and chill. Crumble cookies in small batches in blender or food processor. Add a few drops of green food coloring to 1 cup of cookie crumbs. Mix with a fork or shake in a jar. Set aside.

When cakes are at room temperature, crumble them into a large bowl. Toss with half of the remaining cookie crumbs and enough pudding to make the mixture moist but not soggy. Place liner in litter box and pour in mixture.

Unwrap 3 Tootsie Rolls and heat in a microwave until soft and pliable. Shape the blunt ends into slightly curved points.

Repeat with three more rolls.

Bury the rolls decoratively in the cake mixture.

Sprinkle remaining white cookie crumbs over the mixture, then scatter green crumbs lightly over top.

Heat 5 more Tootsie Rolls until almost melted.

Scrape them on top of the cake and sprinkle with crumbs from the litter box.

Heat the remaining Tootsie Roll until pliable and hang it over the edge of the box.

Place box on a sheet of newspaper and serve with scooper.



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