Kitshka in the House

Hiya everyone!

Kitshka | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

I am very excited to be taking over Texas’ blog. I want to continue his legacy and study humans–what a task!–only probably the blog is going to be a little more girlie than it used to be. I am after all a pawsome ladycat and I want to share my secrets for pawsomeness with my furriends!

So what happened the past few months? A LOT! Enough to ruffle my fluffiness!

Kitshka | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

The female human and I still miss Texas furry much. It was very hard to learn to live without him. Then the humans had to let Milou go, and for a little while I was the only kitty in the house. Nobody to give me a bath! I tried to teach the humans by showing them a little on their bare skin – ew! – but they’re not as smart as we are and they didn’t get it that they had to do it to me too!

Then the humans adopted Whiskey (more in his introduction post soon). I am not sure whether the female human thought I’d think this was Texas or she thought Whiskey was close enough to Texas, but I am not stupid! After all, I am a cat! This was not Texas!

Nevertheless, Whiskey is rather nice (except when he is trying to play with my beautiful fluffy tail!) and a good companion.

Kitshka & Whiskey Holding Paws | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

Then, it becomes a bit hazy in my mind. That’s when Texas’ expertise as a humanologist would be helpful. I remember good vibes mixed with bad vibes for a while. The female human talked about a roller coaster. What is that? I know how to make a coaster roll, but a roller coaster? Anyway, Texas had taught me that humans kissed because they sometimes try to do that to us, and I got really good at avoiding the female human when she tried to do that to me! It’s ew! But between humans it’s the same as cat headbutts apparently. So good vibes.

What I do not like at all is when humans talk very loudly and it happened too… and I swear I saw them hiss! Something close!

Now we live in a new place, which I like very much. It’s smaller than the house where we used to live, and I feel more comfortable with that size.

Kitshka & Whiskey | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

We is me, Whiskey, and the female human. The male human is not here. I liked the male human. I liked to headbutt him on the chin when he had what the humans call a beard (really, can’t they call it hair?!). I like the female human too, and I’ve been sharing my pawsome energy with her a lot because she needs some purr therapy badly! She’s very nice with us and she gives us liquid treats. But it’s not the male human. I don’t understand why the male human is not here anymore though. The other day, the female human came back from behind the big door and she smelled like him. I rubbed my beautiful fur on her so I could keep some of the smell with me. Do you think the male human has become invisible or something? The female human is extra nice though… but she feels the need to try and grab me and hold me close between her arms. They call that a hug. Also I let her kiss me on the head sometimes because it feels like it makes her happier. Also she plays the cat-o-pole with me!

I don’t know how Texas was doing, because I don’t understand humans. And I don’t think Whiskey has a clue either!

Whiskey & Kitshka | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

What have you all been up to? I look forward to visiting all your bloggies and making new furriends!

P.S.: Can someone tell me how to get the female human to change the color of this blog to something more girlie like… pink?

Milou, the Cat Who Enjoyed Life to the Fullest

A year ago today, on October 20, 2016, came the time to let Milou go. He crossed the rainbow bridge less than two weeks after Texas.

Milou | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

Milou was what we would call a bigger-than-life figure. I had not known him since he was a kitten — my husband had been owned by him for a while when we met, well, both in Paris. He was the last of our three cats that immigrated with us from France.

Milou | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

Milou | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

Milou | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

To my husband’s recollection and mine, Milou had always had health issues, but he sure loved life — and food — and was lucky to have found my husband who always took good care of him. On top of his health issue, there was the leprechaun accident in Ireland: One night, we still don’t know exactly why — although we suppose to chase a leprechaun — and how, Milou managed to jumped out a window of our 3rd or 4th floor apartment in Ireland… and he fell on the floor at the bottom of the building. He hurt one of the ligaments in one of his rear legs, but was extremely lucky: this was Ireland, and the grass was water-soaked. Additionally, had he fallen just two feet or so away from the grass, he would have hit concrete and probably would have never survived. I remember telling him affectionately how he had to hold on to life because one day we would be moving to America with him.

Milou | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

Milou | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

Milou | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

And holding to life he would. In fact, ironically, part of what saved him was that he loved food so much ;)

Milou loved to eat and he loved to play. Until only a year or so before his death, he always seemed like a kitten in spirit, playing every time he could. With strings, balls, our shoes, whatever! He also luuuuved catnip.

Milou | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

Milou | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

Milou | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

Earlier in life, Grouik had taken care of him when my husband adopted him as a kitten and they were inseparable. Well, Grouik was much more independent and sometimes there would be fights, but never for long.

Milou and Grouik | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

Milou and Grouik | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

Milou and Grouik | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

Life with Texas wasn’t always easy — Texas liked to tease Milou but Milou hissed a lot at Texas. When Kitshka arrived, it took him months before he stopped hissing but they finally became friends and played together often.

For some reason I’m thinking about this only now as I write these words, but a picture of Milou in the fields of bluebonnets would have represented him well, I think: curious for adventure and life, playing with the wind and chasing butterflies, always like a kitten. Milou was also a gorgeous kitty.

It was hard losing both kitties so close to each other. In many ways, it was, at least for me, as if some part of my past was dying too — Texas and Milou somehow linked my husband and I to France and to each other, too.

Milou | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

I bet Milou has found, along with Texas and Grouik, gorgeous fields of catnip at the rainbow bridge, and they are probably trading French meows classes for some more. We miss you all three so very much.

Grouik, Texas, and Milou | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

Updating The Blog And What’s To Come

Dear All,

It’s been a while since there has been any activity on this blog, a little less than a year. I missed all of this blog’s readers, as well as reading your blogs. But most of all, of course, I miss Texas, the kitty that started it all.

Texas | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

I meant to post a tribute, but after he left, it was like all hell broke loose. I often said he was my guardian angel, and suddenly, it was very clear that my guardian angel was gone. I am alright, and I will be alright. But I still miss my best furry friend so much.

Monday will mark one year since he has crossed the rainbow bridge. One year since we rushed to the ER with him on my lap, breathing his last breath. But I won’t get into this kind of details. Instead, on Monday I will post a tribute focusing on such a fantastic kitty he was. He was quite extra ordinary, actually.

I’m so glad that I did this blog, so he can now live forever on the Internet (for once, I’m quite happy that anything posted on the Internet is archived somewhere). It might also have encouraged me to take more pictures and videos than I would have normally. Oh I take pics all the time. But thanks to the blog I have even more of them.

I have wondered what to do with the blog. Of course I have other kitties. While Milou is gone, too, Kitshka is doing well, and I have adopted a new ginger cat (because ginger cats rock). But Texas was my Forever Cat and this was his blog. Yet I decided to resume blogging, and hand over the blog to Mademoiselle Kitshka. She is ready. She wants to carry on Texas’ mission of understanding humans. (Quite a program, she meows.)

Kitshka | Texas, A Parisian Cat in America

Whiskey, the new member of our family, will start by observing… up close.

Whiskey | Texas, A Parisian Cat in America

Thank you all so much for your support after Texas and Milou passed away. I did mean to answer each and everyone of you, but life decided it had to keep me busy in a less pleasant way. Those who follow my other blog might have seen that I tried to start blogging again earlier, but never as consistently as I would have wished. I’ll try again. Plus I have two kitties here that deserve their picture on the Internet. For now, the blog will keep Texas’ name… and might always do. We’ll see.

Please join us in this new adventure if you’d like. I also have plenty of pics of Texas that Kitshka and I will want to share.

Thank you for your patience, understanding, and care for Texas.

Love,
Carine – Texas’ human.

Milou Has Joined Grouik and Texas Across the Rainbow Bridge

Dear Friends,

First, thank you SO MUCH for your support.

It’s with a heavy heart that I now have to announce that Milou has crossed the Rainbow Bridge on Thursday, October 20, just 11 days after Texas.

Milou had seen his health considerably worsen the past few months: he had lost a lot – a LOT – of weight, had newly discovered thyroid problems, and was diagnosed with kidney disease. His condition took a turn for the worse on that sad Thursday evening, as he could barely breathe, and we had to take the decision to stop the pain.

Milou was my husband’s kitty of 17 years. I had know him myself as long as I have known my husband. He loved to eat – and you could see that by just looking at him! He loved to play, and he loved to cuddle with his human. He loved to hiss at Texas too, although he had stopped doing this for a while, when his health started to show weakening signs. Milou was the last of our three French cats – Grouik, Texas, and Milou – that we had taken with us when we moved to America. He is of course very much missed.

Texas and the Gang | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

Texas, Kitshka, and Milou – September 27, 2016

Milou | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

 | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

I wanted to take the time to answer each and everyone of you to thank you for your nice words and support, but getting back on the blog only reminded me that Texas wasn’t here anymore. I will get in touch soon though.

As for Kitshka, she is healthy but really seems lost. She’s staying next to us humans more than she used to, obviously asking for TLC. She was always closer to Texas, I think, than she was to us, but things are changing. She still appears to always be looking for something… probably Texas.

I am not sure what I want to do with the blog in the long term yet – or if Kitshka shows any appetency for blogging – but I’ll definitely pay tribute to Texas and Milou soon.

I wonder if Texas, Milou, and Grouik are giving French lessons to the other kitties across the Rainbow Bridge now…

Thank you all again for your support. It means a lot.

Carine, Texas’ human

The Saddest of Updates: Texas Has Crossed the Rainbow Bridge

The Saddest of Updates: Texas Has Crossed the Rainbow Bridge

Dear Friends,

This is Carine, Texas’ human. I am saddened to update his blog to let you know that my beloved kitty Texas has crossed the Rainbow Bridge yesterday afternoon.

He was diagnosed with hypertrophic cardiomyopathy and probable congestive heart failure just two weeks ago. We knew from that time that his days were numbered, I just hoped we would have a little bit more time. He was only 10 and a half.

I am grateful that I have spent ten years of my life with him, and that he agreed to spend his life with me. Texas and I had a special bond together that will never be broken. He brought me so much joy and happiness, he was a very good friend. He was also the smartest cat I have ever met. I am also grateful that I was there with him when his time came, although I was unable to help him.

Below are a few of the last pictures I took with him. Yes, he looked very healthy, and he was besides his heart problem, which makes the whole situation even harder to accept.

I’ll try and write some more by the end of the week, hopefully, probably next weekend. Milou also has his own health problems and has lost a lot of weight lately, but he’s holding on to life. Kitshka is doing well, although she’s left without her big brofur/role model/mentor/partner in crime/bff.

Texas took with him a bit of my heart that was legitimately his to take. I miss him. I miss him so much.

Carine

Texas and the Gang | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

Texas, Kitshka, and Milou – September 27, 2016

Texas' Pawsomeness | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

“Wait human! Is that the can opener I just heard?” – October 1, 2016

Texas, the Boss | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

Texas stealing my chair when I was working from home – October 3, 2016

Happy New Year 2016 + Resolutions for My Human

Happy New Year my Furriends!

May 2016 bring you health, kibbles and wet food aplenty, and loving humans!

What do we expect 2016 will be like at my place?

Well, there will be more sleeping…

Milou sleeping | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

…more of me waiting for my human…

Texas | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

…everyone trusting Kitshka with the car key… er, not sure this is the greatest idea, human!

Kitshka keeping the car key | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

Speaking of the human, we expect to have to try once again to keep her here…

Kitshka & Milou | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

Texas keeping the luggage | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

…I know Kitshka, it’s kind of boring to have to do it every time.

Kitshka yawning | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

Which brings me to my resolutions for my human:

  1. Come back to the state named after me: that’s where I am, plus it’s warmer and it’s friendlier, and that’s also where we are!
  2. Make me and my blog your priority
  3. Give us more treats
  4. Buy me more catnip toys…

Okay, I’ll stop here because I’m a nice, reasonable kitty.

My furriends, I hope you have a wonderful New Year’s Eve, and a great New Year! I’ll make my human help me with my bloggie and visiting you more next year! Now, if you’ll excuse us, we all need to nap now because my human is coming home tonight!

Kitshka, Texas, & Milou sleeping | Texas, a Parisian Cat in America

Humans On & Off – Currently MIA

Hiya my Furriends,

Texas looking up | Texas, a Cat in Austin

How are you doing?

It seems like what I had initially considered a joke – a bi-monthly update of my bloggie-, has become a reality.

My human is still in the place called Washington, DC and although she has come to visit several times, she has always left afterwards.

Kitshka and I have tried to keep her stuff to prevent her from leaving.

Texas & Kitshka | Texas, a Cat in Austin

But when time came for Milou to help us, he fell asleep on the job!

Milou asleep | Texas, a Cat in Austin

Worse, my human has seen other cats. As you know, she visited Crumbs & Whiskers, the cat cafe in Washington, DC, but she has also visited the one in Austin the last time she came! While we were staying at home!!

Even worse, she is again living with a dog. More on this soon.

I don’t know what went wrong with how I trained her, but she’ll have to go through a “My cat Texas is my first priority” boot camp when she comes home.

Last but not least, she won’t be home for Christmas, only the New Year. Which means we’ll have to wait for our presents! The nerve after all she’s done!

Texas in a box | Texas, a Cat in Austin

If you have tips on how to rein in my human’s rebelliousness, please don’t hesitate to post them in the comments.

Other than that, how have you all been doing?

Purrs,
Texas