MEWSLETTER: September 01 2005

Hi Everyone, and a very warm welcome to the flood of new subscribers who joined our DailyMews family.

This MEWSLETTER is just to advise you all that I have problems (once again) with my computer. I am not able to access any of my articles that I've written (and other contributions written by some of you lovely subscribers) that are stored in the MY DOCUMENTS folder and I can't use my editing package which is Frontpage 2002 to update my website.

Some one recently sent me an egreeting which had a worm or a trojan in it and it has completely wiped out the Microsoft component of my website. I still haven't been able to locate the worm or trojan despite vigorous checks with my virus software, so I'm powerless to work on my website, or on any other writing or journalistic project.

I'm waiting to have my computer upgraded to XP but that will wipe out everything that I have so far - and unless I can find a way to save all the articles that have been written already, - I may lose everything - including the website.

I'm sorry to all of you who've been waiting with baited breath for your next thrilling MEWSLETTER and I can only hope and pray that it won't be too long before we're back in business. Until then, please add your prayers that I don't lose the website or all the articles and poetry and amusements that were waiting to be updated to the website.

CAT NEWS:

Garfield is doing really well after another fit and a tumble down the stairs a couple of weeks ago. I was just having breakfast when I heard a terrible sound and ran upstairs to find Garfield lying on his side with his tongue hanging out and his eyes glazed. He had wet himself also. Little Timmy was standing over him, nudging him and trying to get him to stand up; he was making little yapping noises of encouragement and his face looked so concerned, I felt really sorry for him. I ran downstairs and put some honey in a syringe and remembered the wet face cloth this time to put under Garfield's chin as last time I gave him some honey, it shot out the other side of his mouth and his fur was in thick sticky spikes for ages. This time, though, the honey went where it was supposed to go and he was back to 'normal' within a very short space of time, seemingly none the worse for wear.

Timmy was hovering yapping concernedly, so I gave him a big hug after his ordeal, and told him what a good boy he was. He hasn't left Garfield's side since then.

The following morning, also at breakfast time, I heard another terrible sound. This time it was the rumbling tumbling sound as Garfield landed spread-eagled at the foot of the stairs. At the top of the stairs was Timmy - again, looking very concerned. I picked Garfield up and checked him over and asked him why he didn't call me as this is our arrangement. If he is upstairs and wants to come down, he calls me - I stop whatever I'm doing and get him. The procedure is reversed for going back upstairs.

He meowed as if to say 'I didn't want to trouble you' but since then, I've noticed that he always calls me - he must remember that morning only too well.

I have also noticed that Timmy guides Garfield along sometimes, and it could be that he was a bit over-enthusiastic in his guiding duties and accidently 'pushed' Garfield down the stairs. He does follow Garfield around and tries to influence his direction and if he thinks Garfield isn't going the right way, he'll walk in front of him and nudge him the way that he would prefer. Considering Garfield is neither blind nor deaf, it still seems an amicable arrangement, and Garfield, for his part, seems happy enough to be led by his smaller companion.

Garfield will often climb onto the bottom stair and wait for me to lift him up to carry him up the rest of the steep flight of 14 stairs. Timmy waits a couple of stairs above and I try to encourage Garfield to go up a couple more stairs by patting the next stair up. Timmy yaps encouragingly. When Garfield manages to climb up one more stair, I always go 'YaYYYYYY!' and give him a big kiss of encouragement. I was very surprised to hear Timmy make a sound like 'MRAYYYYYY!' also. At first I thought it was just a coincidence, but when it happened twice more after Garfield climbed the next two stairs I realised that Timmy was copying my sound and giving him encouragement as well.

Aren't cats amazing?? Do your cats make sounds that imitate the sounds you make? Do they 'talk' to you in ways that you 'understand'? Please send me your stories and experiences - BUT NOT YET!!! Unless you have anything of an urgent nature to tell me or ask me, please don't send me any emails until I write again with the all-clear. And please - no attachments because I will not open them.

Hopefully, I'll be writing to you again soon, with all the latest updates added to the website. In the meantime, take care and have a PURRFECT week.

Your feline friend

Pauline - editor
Garfield - Assistant Editor and Chief Consultant
Billy and Timmy - Wildlife Advisors and Care of the Elderly (Timmy)
Sam - Ethnic Minority Advisor
Ricky - Psy-cat-therapist
Ollie - 'Who Me! I didn't do it, honest' (said with a mouse dangling out of his mouth!)

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