Goodbye Col. Rainbolt: The Animals in Heaven are Rejoicing Tonight

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Lt. J.D. Rainbolt saved the dogs his men has smuggled on board the troop transport ship before returning stateside after the war

My father, J.D. Rainbolt left us this morning, two months after he broke his arm at the shoulder. When he abandoned his earthy cloak, he left behind the pain of a body that refused to mend. He also left the tears of two daughters and a son who loved him very much.

But our loss is Heaven’s gain. I imagine the reception he received was filled with barks and purrs, whinnies and even some moos.

Dad always loved animals–all animals. I grew up hearing that some day he would own a ranch. In the mid-1960s he realized his dream and bought a run down tract of land near Seguin, Texas. A phone company engineer by day, he turned into a gentleman rancher on the weekend. Early on, the R Square Ranch resembled a dilapidated farm in the 1960s sitcom Green Acres. With a lot of sweat and perseverance, Dad molded the land into a working ranch.

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Dad with the first calf born at the R Square

Dad truly loved his cows. I’ve never met another rancher who bought his beef at the grocery store, but Dad did. Because he didn’t want his calves ending up on someone’s dinner plate, he raised pedigreed black Angus, which he sold as breeding stock.

He decided before he bought his herd that he’d catch more cows with honey than vinegar. He trained his little herd that the sound of the horn promised a tasty treat called cake or range cubes. Every time he drove up to the ranch entrance he’d honk the horn. A happy audience of black cows would stampede to the corral to greet him.

Dad’s most touching animal story happened during World War II when he found himself surrounded by war dogs. Dad served in the U.S. Army Signal Corps as a communications scout in France. He commanded a small unit of 30 men, who all returned home safely. During the course of the war, his men would feed and rescue starving stray dogs. In return, the dogs offered war-weary soldiers friendly face lickings and emotional escape from the horrors of war.

But, the military frowns on troops keeping pets. Even today soldiers carefully conceal the dog or cat who travels with their units. If discovered, orders are often given to shoot the animal. However, some officers turned a blind eye to the illicit love affair for the good of his people and the starving animals.

XNigel0001J.D. Rainbolt was one of those officers. An avid dog lover since childhood, Dad took no notice of the soldiers’ canine companions, or at least never officially.

When the day finally arrived to return home, one of his men approached Dad and asked, “Lieutenant, what should we do we with the dogs?” Dad told the soldier, “Find local families to give them homes. Give them some money so they can care for them. You can’t bring them on the ship.”

When the unit boarded the troop transport ship bound for the U.S., Dad said there wasn’t even the hint of a dog for miles. He just assumed the locals had a lot of wonderful new pets. Several hours after weighing anchor, pooches appeared on deck. A few at first. Then more and more. Before long, Dad bumped into dogs no matter where he went on the ship. Dad learned that the dog smugglers had fed their pets sedatives, stuffed them in their duffel bags, then carried them onto the ship. Dad’s men weren’t the only ones who disobeyed the dog-abandonment order. Most of the dogs onboard had traveled with combats units. Over 100 French mutts found themselves bound for the United States.

The no-nonsense admiral in charge of the convoy ordered my dad to shoot every dog on the ship. Dad respectfully replied he didn’t think that wasn’t wise.

“These men have been killing Germans for months,” young Lt. Rainbolt reminded the admiral. “The dogs are part of their unit. If you start shooting dogs, there will be a bloodbath. These men won’t hesitate to kill to protect their dogs”.

XJD&Animals0001How would they carry out this mutiny, the admiral wanted to know. The admiral thought all of the weapons onboard had been stowed in the bowels of the ship. My dad, reminded him that only the military-issued weapons were locked up. The same duffel bags that smuggled in contraband dogs, also (legally) brought in captured guns, ammo and knives. (Even Dad came home with eight captured German bayonets, and of course some cognac.)

The admiral realized before he could enforce his dog destruction order, he’d have to take up the captured weapons. Each piece would have to be logged in, labeled and stored so it could be reissued to its owner before the soldier left the ship. The confiscation process continued well past mid-voyage, at which time they had to start returning the arms. After all, with an immediate turnaround, they couldn’t waste valuable dock time messing with souvenirs. The admiral conceded, and both mutts and men openly strolled the ship for the rest of the cruise..

The last time Dad told the story, he couldn’t recall many of the details. The admiral and the ship’s name have been lost to time. And while these dogs saved the hearts and souls of his men, Dad just returned the favor. And for a few days at the end of World War II, Dad had over 100 dogs. That made Lt. Rainbolt the happiest dog lover in the world.

So I have no doubt that early this morning J.D. Rainbolt was greeted by joyful kitties, a few bunnies, some horses, a large herd of Angus and a huge pack of dogs (a hundred of whom barked with a French accent), all begging, “Pet me! Pet Me!”

Between tears I visualize the joyful reunion. “You go, Dad. I miss you.”JD & Evil dog_cropped

 

Hasta la Vista Jay Leno #jayleno

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I’ll miss Jay Leno and all his entertaining cat segments.

Today my heart is broken by NBC…again.Last night we said goodbye to Jay Leno…again.

For the second time NBC fired the guy who was number one in his time slot to bring in fresh new blood. This time the pinch hitter is Jimmy (Thank You Notes) Fallon. Really?

Last time they replaced Jay the network had to eat crow.  Eight months after they bid Leno farewell, they brought him back due to Conan O’Brien’s abysmal ratings. You’d think they’d learn their lesson, (in the words of Steve Martin) but nooooo! They let him go again.

They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. What does that say about the executives at NBC?

Leno catNBC has established a pattern for yanking successful shows. Can you say, “He’s dead, Jim”? 45 years after they pulled the plug on Star Trek it continues to be a very lucrative franchise. I bet Gene Roddenberry is laughing at the network from on high. I mean in orbit. His wife Majel had his ashes shot into space. But I digress.

Jay Leno made me laugh for 22 years. Ever the gentleman, he never was mean-spirited. He treated all of his guests with respect, which is more than I can say about all the other night talk show hosts.

He always said his favorite part of the show was when guests brought animals. He didn’t mind being upstaged by other species.

He’s the quintessential a cat guy. I love how he always spoke affectionately about his own cat, Bedalius. Recently he ran a series of segments called Cat Theater showing funny Internet cat videos.

My favorite Leno segment ever was his police drama parody about a “hard-boiled cop with just six months to retirement” and “a hotshot rookie kitty.” “Together they’re Cop ‘n Kitty.” Here are some of those endearing white knuckle episodes.

Cop ‘n Kitty Episode 1

Episode 2 Kitty Kitty, Bang Bang

Cop ‘n Kitty Failed TV Pilot 9/24/2011

Here’s a bit where the same feline actor portrayed Jay’s own cat Bedalius.

Jay, we love you. We will miss you. Nighttime won’t be the same without you. I guess I will just have to go to bed earlier or watch cat videos on Youtube. Or maybe I’ll watch Animal Planet.

I sure hope we’ll be able to watch you on the Fox Network at the same time slot. Fox TV please, give Jay a call.

Crying the Litter Box Blues? Get Back in Harmony with #PreciousCat Cat Attract Litter

Waiting for the litter box_copyrightA couple of times a month I get a call from someone who’s “moving” in a few days and wants me to take her 10-year-old cat. Where, pray tell, did they get my number? From a cousin’s friend’s yoga teacher? I suspect it’s actually written inside bathroom stalls at nearby Petcos.

Since I only foster cats who are on animal shelter Death Row, I try to help with advice and resource recommendations. After some quizzing, I frequently learn the future homeless cat is peeing outside the box, the most common behavioral excuse given for surrendering a cat.

First of all, if a well-mannered cat suddenly stops using his box, go to the vet. Often litter box avoidance is the first symptom that your cat is sick. How else can he say, “I feel like dog poop”? He’s literally writing his distress in the sand, or rather outside the sand. Even if Fluffy has been anointing the carpet for a while, it could still be a symptom of cystitis, arthritis or even life-threatening conditions like diabetes, thyroid disease or kidney disease. Never assume he’s doing it to spite you.

I always take the owner through a checklist when discussing litter box issues:

  • How old is the cat?
  • How many cats do you have?
  • How many litter boxes are there?
  • How big is the box?
  • Where is the box located?
  • How often do you scoop?
  • What kind of litter do you use?

It never ceases to amaze me that people with spotless bathrooms expect their cats to use a small, unscooped covered box saturated with enough ammonia to curdle coffee.

On many occasions I’ve fostered shelter cats labeled “Inappropriate Eliminators”. Two of them had terminal illnesses. (If only their people had taken them to the vet when the problem first began.) Most of my feline guests appropriately deposit eliminations in the quarantine room litter box. (Please note: the kitty gets a large open litter box that’s scooped twice a day and filled with Dr. Elsey’s Cat Attract™.) These cats aren’t habitual offenders; their compliance confirms that they were the one who had been offended. Often the responsibility for litter box transgressions lands firmly at human feet.

Dr. Elsey Cat LitterDr. Bruce Elsey, DVM, owner of the first cats-only practice in the Denver Metro area, frequently heard clients complain about their cats missing the litter box.

“If you can’t work with the cats and get them over these litter issues, many of them end up at shelters or are abandoned,” Dr. Elsey says.

This tragic and all-too-frequent outcome inspired him to develop a litter that would encourage kitties to use the box. He tested various versions on cats at his clinic and local shelters and came up with Dr. Elsey’s Cat Attract™.

I discovered the litter in 2003 during my 14 years as the product editor/reviewer for the Tufts University newsletter, Catnip. Using the techniques recommended by Dr. Peter Borchelt who (as far as I know) conducted the first cat litter preference studies in the early 1990s, I set up what I called the Poopsy Challenge. I offered the Rainbolt

Test Kitties all of the most popular cat box fillers (including the brand new Dr. Elsey’s Cat Attract™) in identical new side-by-side litter boxes.

During these preference tests, I scooped several times a day and recorded the number of pee clumps and poops. At the time of this evaluation, my household was experiencing the Great Litter Box Rebellion of 2003, occurring after the Great Duck Food Raid. Whether the sampling of duck pellets contributed to the epidemic of feline cystitis, we never determined. Whatever the cause, the Test Kitties were peeing everywhere; and I mean everywhere.

According to my original review, my culinarily curious kitties were watering the most unusual places—the couch, the stove, my desk; to these little bladders, nothing was sacred.

Once my vet and I got the corporate bladder health under control, we had hoped the kitties would return to their former sanitary habits. That didn’t happen.

But the product review must go on, and I laid out my traditional litter box testing configuration. I couldn’t believe my nose. MY little offenders started using the Dr. Elsey’s Cat Attract™ in significant numbers, displaying an obvious preference over all the other litters. OMG! The proprietary herbal blend really did act as a cat attractant.

From that day on my kitties have always had boxes filled with Cat Attract. And whenever I get those calls from frustrated families, I immediately recommend a vet visit and switching to Dr. Elsey’s litter.

Dr. Elsey offered some excellent advice for frustrated cat owners that I have paraphrased.

Petmate Giant Litter Box Line DnceDr. Elsey’s Rules to Keep Kitty Using His Litter Box

Scoop daily. Twice is better. (Hey, you expect the person ahead of you to flush. Your cat wants the same courtesy.)

Size Matters. The litter box should measure one-and-one-half-times the cat’s length so he can easily turn around in it. Most commercially available litter boxes aren’t nearly large enough.

In a multiple cat home, the rule is “a box for every cat, plus one”. If you live with three cats, you need at least four boxes.

Diamonds are forever, but plastic litter boxes aren’t. Polypropylene litter pans develop microscopic scratches that trap bacteria and odor. Eventually the plastic capture odors that can’t be washed away so dump the old box in the recycle bin and buy a new one.

Location, location, location. Placing the box next to a washing machine, dryer or furnace that can scare the pee out of a kitty answering nature’s call. Also make sure there is a box on every floor of the home. Your 10-year-old kitty might not be able to make it upstairs or down to the basement in time.

Provide an open box. Enclosed boxes are too small and hold in odors.

Check out Dr. Elsey’s free brochure Litter Box Solutions.

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Nixie and Groucho

Most cats don’t like scents. Switch to an unscented litter with a fine, sandy texture.

After scooping the box take a quick sniff. If the scooped litter still smells musty or you detect ammonia, it’s time to wash the box and refill with fresh filler.

Offer a box with lower side to older kitties. Arthritis makes getting into and out of boxes a painful event for senior kitties.

Privacy please! Make sure kids and other pets aren’t harassing kitties while they are using the box.

Disclaimer: This post is sponsored by Precious Cat on behalf of the BlogPaws Blogger Network. Dusty Rainbolt’s Universe is being compensated for spreading the word about Precious Cat’s Cat Attract formula, but rest assured, I only write about products my cats love and use regularly. Paying me to write about inappropriate elimination and Dr. Elsey’s Cat Attract is like paying me to eat chocolate. I’m going to do it anyway, but kitty needs a new pair of shoes (or rather a new collar.) Precious Cat is not responsible for the content of this article.

 

January 30 is the Anniverary of Charles’s Execution

Charles 1January 30 is the 365th anniversary of the death of England’s King Charles I. Unlike the United States, where people often fear black cats, the English have long held the belief that black cats are sources of good fortune. Winston Churchill even credited his wartime success on his ritual of petting every black cat he saw. His own black cat, Nelson, even attended cabinet meetings.

A few centuries earlier King Charles I had a black kitty ,(whose name has been lost to history) that he also dearly loved. He believed his cat would protect him from those who wanted to kill him. The king so feared losing his pet (and his life) that he placed a 24-hour guard around him. Eventually the cat fell ill and died. In December 1648, legend says the distraught king cried out, “Alas, my luck is gone.” Apparently he was right. The next day Oliver Cromwell’s troops arrested him. He was found guilty of treason. On January 30, 1649, Charles was beheaded.

Learn a lesson from Charles I. Always have a lucky black to cover your back.

Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

Edgar allan poeJanuary 19 was the 205th anniversary of Edgar Allan Poe’s birth, the American suspense author, poet and cat lover who is best remembered for The Black Cat and The Raven. Poe was born in 1809 and died in 1849 at the still young age of 40. He was laid to rest at Baltimore’s Westminster Hall and Burying Ground.

For seven decades in the early morning on the anniversary of Poe’s birth, a mysterious man (or maybe a father and son team) paid tribute to the author. Carrying a silver-tipped cane, the black-clad gentleman always wore a wide-brimmed hat and scarf to hide his face.

The Poe Toaster was first noticed in 1949 (in year of the 100th anniversary of the poet’s death). The night of January 19 the stranger entered the cemetery and raised a toast of Martell cognac to Poe. At the grave he left the unfinished bottle along with three red roses placed in a distinctive pattern. The Poe Society of Baltimore admits that some details have been kept private so they’ll recognize the real Toaster from the copycats.

Poe toasterA cryptic note left behind in 1993 stated, “The torch will be passed.” That apparently happened. A message left in 1999 announced that the original Toaster had died the previous year and a son had taken over the tradition. Watchers agreed that the Toaster appeared younger. A 2001 note ranted about the Baltimore Ravens’ Super Bowl chances, and a note in 2004 included a diatribe about France’s opposition to the Iraq war. Obviously not the same dignified old Toaster. The Toaster last appeared in January 2009.

At the time of Poe’s passing, newspapers attributed his death to “congestion of the brain” or “cerebral inflammation”. Today’s doctors speculate he could have succumbed to alcoholism, epilepsy, syphilis, cholera, rabies or even murder.

We have arrived at the end of an era. Hopefully the Toaster is now sharing Martell with Poe face-to-face. And in the poet’s own brilliant words, the Poe Toaster is “Quoth the Raven, “’Nevermore’.”

Meet the Rainbolt Test Kitties – Nixie

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Nixie poses for her favorite session ever: best cat treats

 

Nixie joined the family at the tender age of 4 weeks. Starving, infested with parasites struggling with horrendous paw injury, Nixie hung onto life by a whisker underneath a tree at a garage sale in Nixon, Texas. Dusty spied the critically ill kitten and convinced the farmer into selling her. Dusty scored Nixie and a bag of homegrown tomatoes for $11. After spending another $200 in vet bills, and providing a steady groceries the ugly little Siamese-mix blossomed into a swan, or rather a Tonkinese.

Shortly after Nixie’s rescue, Dusty’s journalism career moved from covering local politics and events to cat writing. Wigglebutt (Nixie’s nickname because of her sexy little sashay) proved to be a talented and beautiful model. The quintessential super model, she amazes every one by striking poses and taking direction whenever the photo lights are set up. Her striking visage has graced magazines and newsletters for over a decade and a half.

She is a cross country traveler and has flown to San Diego to Atlanta.

 

 

Name: Nixie

Age: 17

Best feline friend: No real cat friends

Favorite quote: I vant to be alone. ~ Greta Garbo (Actually Garbo said, “I want to be let alone.”)

Favorite food: Turkey

Favorite treat: Turkey

Favorite past time: Quiet evenings at home and and nibbling on turkey.

Favorite product test: Catnip toys and feathers,

Dream Home for Sale: Poltergeist No Additional Charge

Haunted home for saleI found the house of my dreams (or is it my nightmares?)—a 4-bedroom and 2.5-bath 112-year-old Victorian home. It includes bay windows, a study with stained glass, a moving bookcase (OMG), a large attic, a wet bar, and a list of other to-die-for features. The price tag is an affordable $144,000.

The only drawback, it’s located in Dunmore, Pennsylvania, where it’s so cold politicians have their hands in their own pockets. If this gingerbread home was located in north Texas I’d jump on it in the drop of a coffin lid.

The home listing at Zillow’s in-house blog, includes a caveat—the home is “Slightly haunted.” Slightly haunted? Isn’t that like being “a little pregnant”?

Nothing serious. Paranormal activity includes knocking sounds followed by hardly noticeable screams at 3:13 in the morning (but only a couple of times a week), phantom footsteps, and a terrifying apparition staring at you from behind when you look into the bathroom mirror.

There are also the disembodied voices, crying and door slamming. (If I wanted to put up with all that, I’d adopt a teenager.)

Oh well. I’m happy with my little Tudor-wannabe in north Texas. People ask me if my present home is haunted. With foster kittens playing the Gravity Game 24/7, how would we know?

January 4 is the anniversary of the birth of Sir Isaac Newton

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Bette performs scientific experiments on the specific gravity of some of her favorite cat toys.

Today (January 4) is the 371st anniversary of the birth of Sir Isaac Newton, the 17th century English physicist and mathematician who discovered the law of gravity. The Gravity Game is a favorite feline pastime at our house.

Our four-year old tuxedo, Bette is a huge fan of gravity. Objects (like evil cell phones, bottles of evil hand lotion or evil coffee cups left on the kitchen table must be flung off the edge in a continuous test of the power of gravity. So far, in the case of gravity vs. valuable breakable object, gravity (and Bette’s curiosity) win every time.

 

Newton 1Widely regarded as one of the most influential scientists of all time, Sir Newton is also credited with the invention of the cat flap.

Bette says, “Thank you Sir Newton,” for making her quiet existence so much more exciting.

Ask Einstein Teams Up with Catster.com

Einstein imageI just wanted to let Einstein’s two-legged friends and fans know that as of December 16, 2013, “Ask Einstein” has a new home at Catster.com, the amazing and widely online cat magazine and community. Please feel free to drop by every Monday and check out Einstein’s wisdom.

At the 2013 Cat Writers’ Association Awards Banquet held in November, “Ask Einstein” was honored with the AAFP Cat Friendly Award for the column “Cat Carrier”.  Woohoo.

Got a question for he who knows everything feline? Just Ask Einstein in the comments below his Catster column and you might be featured in an upcoming issue. (Letters don’t have to be written from the cat’s point of view.) Remember, any change in your cat’s behavior or activities could be a symptom of disease and should be investigated by your vet, even if it unfortunately involves glass tubes and cat posteriors.

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