So, our part of our experiment has failed on this current site. The one that has to be paid for. (sirsockslechat.com) We didn’t get any charities to promote. One talked to us and then we heard nothing else from them. One just wanted to talk about dogs and forgot about the cats. Others just didn’t plain respond.
We haven’t received donations after we got this paid site up and running. We have no money coming in to pay for this site. We also don’t get enough hits on the site every month to have paid advertising. So, that was also a failure. We do get hits. Just not enough to do these other things we wanted to do with the online magazine.
So, this issue is the last one on this site. The site is going down later this month. (October 2019) However, we still have our backup site at sirsockslechatvideo.blog. So, all the articles will be found there.
We do plan on keeping the magazine going a little while longer. At least long enough to serialize my memoirs. We will still post how many copies Cat Tales of the Frisky9 Scarf Army sells. We also want to put another Cat Tales book about the Ambassacats out to benefit Battersea. Hopefully, Gladstone will be ready to rally the ambassacats as my girl gathers all the information and pictures for the book.
Please continue to enjoy my magazine and my memoirs. There’s still more to come.
It is to my extreme displeasure to announce that we have not had any charities to save up money for every month. I do know both Clarabelle and my girl have reached out to different charities to see if they were interested. One was able to get an initial response from their chosen charity. The other one heard nothing.
I myself was in contact with a charity briefly. Unfortunately, they wanted to tell the sad tales of dogs in need and my magazine is about cats. There also wasn’t enough information on the charity either. They don’t have a website. I don’t have a problem with any charity helping dogs. However, because it is a cat magazine, the charity does need to focus more on cats.
For the book Cat Tales of the Frisky9 Scarf Army, the charity is Dingo Venezia. That particular organization has a history of helping more than just cats. In fact the first animal rescued was a dog named Dingo. So, of course we will focus more on the cats, but also acknowledge that they have helped dogs as well. I don’t know if they still do help anyone other than cats.
So, without charities, and no donations whatsoever, I see no point in keeping this paid website. We have our free back up site at sirsockslechat.video.blog It is better than nothing. Perhaps you the readers would prefer a book to take with you than to donate to this site. I don’t know what you’re actually thinking.
I just hope you don’t believe that writers should always work for free and don’t deserve to earn money from their work. If you do, then I don’t know what will happen to people like my girl who work as much as she does and gets seems so little in return. Perhaps you don’t value writing work or understand what it all entails? It’s sad when people expect to get creative work for free. It’s taking advantage of the creative people who could easily starve even though they work. Often times creative people have their creative endeavors and a regular job too. That’s a lot of work in case you didn’t know…
So, yes, I’m disappointed, but then again I do know that even though I am serializing my memoirs in my online magazine, that not the whole book will be online. There are some behind the scenes that can only be found in the ebook version. I don’t know if it will be in print someday. I don’t know what plans my girl will be making in that direction. When I know, then I will let the rest of you know too.
Tigers, those majestic king-beasts of the feline world, are famous for a number of reasons. They fierce and capable hunters, routinely bringing down large prey in amazing feats of physical performance, and in addition to their athletic prowess, they are dazzlingly handsome, their beautiful stripes and bright eyes enchanting all those who see them. Further, firmly striking their identity apart from that of your average, everyday feline, they enjoy water and swim in it when they want to, something that we would hardly ever see your everyday feline do. Taking these qualities into account, I think it’s safe to say that I, too, must be some form of marvelous tiger, since I exhibit all the traits of one of these magnificent creatures.
I always suspected that I was a descendant of tigers, even if nobody told me. Perhaps they were trying to conceal my regal heritage from me, but that ruse could only be kept up for so long. Royal blood always emerges sooner or later. My physical similarity to tigers is undeniable–anyone who looks at me for so much as a second certainly must recognize the familial relation. I have the orange stripes, the eyes, the gait, the broad, imposing face. The only thing I am really lacking is stature, and that can be made up for with confidence, of which I have plenty.
Like my mighty relatives, I also love water. My human was surprised when spritz-bottles did nothing to discourage me. She was surprised to find me in the bath tub when it still had water in it. She was also surprised to find me tolerating baths unperturbed, especially if the water was warm. Yes, I love water. I love to stick my paws in it, my face in it, my tail in it. She fills up the sink for me to have as a giant water bowl, but I like water best if it’s being used by someone else. I investigate every cup that people leave out. I don’t care if my belly gets wet when I’m stealing a drink out of the tub. I put my paws in the toilet and drink out of it too. My human has given up trying to stop me. Silly human, toilet water is what keeps me so healthy!
When provided with this evidence, who could deny my relation to those tigers? The resemblance is uncanny, with a brilliant personality to match.
We all know that cats need a variety of nice beds to sleep in. We cats are certainly connoisseurs of comfort and luxury, and this discerning taste only becomes more refined with age and experience. I have slept in/on a great number of different beds in my time, and I’m going to share my wisdom with you all today and rank my favorite sleeping spots.
#5: The Tried and True Cat Bed
I have two cat beds, which my human has smartly placed on the floor beside a large window. They are good, sturdy, practical things. They’re soft enough for a quick nap and they keep my butt warm and add extra comfort when I’m watching birds, but they’re nothing remarkable. True luxury exists elsewhere.
#4: The Couch
I like the couch more than my cat beds because it’s off the floor and much softer. I can stretch out and lounge on blankets and cushions. It also gives me a good view of my domain.
#3: My Human’s Bed
This was the best sleeping spot I knew for years. Warm, cushioned, and plush, the bed is certainly an unparalleled kind of luxury. I can sleep here for hours in all sorts of positions: stretched out, on my back, cat loaf, and more. I can rest my head on pillows and snuggle with my human. The bed is a solid, staple favorite of mine.
#2: My Cat Tree
Oh, how my life changed forever once I got my tree! I love my cat tree! It combines so many of my favorite things together — I can be up high, reclining in plush luxury, and I can watch birds comfortably from my window. I spend many hours of my day in my cat tree. It offers great versatility, allowing me to carry out my favorite activities in warmth and comfort.
#1: My Basket
Don’t get my wrong — I love my tree, I love my human’s bed, but this one takes the cake above everything. I never knew how wonderful baskets were until recently. I discovered this by accident and a true stroke of luck. There is something so beautifully, enticingly rustic and wild about being in a basket. It makes you feel like a true tiger, surrounded by nature, sleeping in the rough. It fits me snugly and perfectly, and I sleep just like a kitten. I would recommend a well-fitted basket to every cat who can get one!
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