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Mali – Updated

Our Mali (jasmine blossom in Thai), also known as Malika (Queen in Thai) arrived weighing 1 pound 2 oz (510grams). (Pictured on my keyboard above, right) She is a voracious eater still demanding food at least four times a day without any fat on her. All this eating is naturally resulting in a lot of growing. She is now 3 pounds, 1 oz (1400grams). (Picture above, left) She has nearly tripled her weight. Mali had a bad case of worms on arrival and she has been dewormed three times since. This has dramatically improved her fur which is now soft and glossy and has lost all of its former rough look.

Mali has had 2/3 of her kitten vaccinations. After the second vaccination she has a bad reaction and slept for nearly 24 hours refusing to eat and acting very depressed. She then developed a nasty pea sized lump at the injection site. This has since almost vanished. I once lost a cat to distemper and her reaction, scary as it was, is far less of a problem than a bout of distemper so we will be doing shot #3 on schedule. I will alert the vet to what happened and see about maybe spreading things out and perhaps waiting if he wants to do another deworming. We initially confined Mali where she went in the house. She now goes everywhere, including up and down the basement stairs.

Mali watching TV while Klinger Snoozes

We have begun toilet training her as we did Klinger. She is adjusting much more quickly to her rising litter box than Klinger did. Being young and flexible makes new tricks easy. We have also taken her for many truck rides. I don’t want her frightened about riding in a vehicle and so we deliberately exposed her to lots of truck rides during her “critical period”. She really enjoys riding in the truck. She’ll perch on my headrest and watch the world go by. Once she’s worn out, she curls up in my lap and sleeps for the rest of the trip. Mali is also a big fan of TV. She absolutely loves sitting on the bed and watching TV videos, especially ones involving cats or designed for cats.

Mali is a bundle of energy into everything and constantly on alert to something new. She sleeps through the night now but wakes me demanding food promptly at dawn. The days are getting longer as we near the fall equinox I am fine with that. Dawn now comes about the time I wake up on my own anyway. She is a wonderfully affectionate cat. She can’t get enough cuddles and ear scritches. She loves to sleep on or near one of us. She purrs about almost everything. She has begun to lose her kitten mew and it is becoming more and more like a cat meow. She has lost her kitten clumsiness. She now races about the house, leaping, climbing, running, dancing sideways, and managing remarkable acrobatic feats. She’s bold and bossy and hasn’t a bit of shyness to her character.

Misty has continued her love affair over “her” kitten. They often sleep together. Much to my relief, Mali is getting along very well with Klinger. Klinger is far too old and dignified for kitten play fights. He will play swat back from a safe location. He also gives her polite cat nose touch greetings and an occasional nuzzle. He allows her to sleep touching him if she’s quiet. They even do a little bit of mutual grooming as long as she doesn’t try to turn it into a wrestling match. When Hubby Dearest stepped on her tail and she let out that blood curdling cat scream, everyone reacted. Misty was horrified. Klinger came running up from the basement to make sure Mali was all right. He gave her a comforting lick on the face and an all over sniffing. (Mali was fine and she’s gotten much better at dodging the big guy’s feet. Dick was far more upset about the event than anyone else was.)

Mali and Misty snuggling.

Mali has brought new life and joy to our household. She has been worth every knocked over plant, every fresh scratch, and even having to clean a litterbox again (temporarily). We do love our Malika.

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New Family Member – Mali

(Not sure how this happened but this was originally posted on my old site July 30, 2020.)

When I was a little girl, Siamese cats were rare and really expensive. Variants like Himalayans did not exist. Today they are unfortunately almost as common as your basic barn cat. Spay and neuter campaigns have not been as successful for cats as they have been for dogs. However inroads are being made. Gone are the days when a sign by the side of the road said “Free Kittens”. It is impossible to just pick up a free kitten though you can get them for $50 to $123 from various local rescues. Among them is a Siamese cat rescue.

I decided it was time for a new kitten a few months ago. Klinger is 14 almost 15 and he’s really slowed down. He sleeps most of the time. He was a fellow feline hater, always prepared to beat the tar out of any cat who comes near him. He has mellowed on that score this summer, often seeking company with cats across the street from us or with a young cat who comes to visit from three doors down. Misty has been acting rather lonesome and blue. It’s a little sigh or a longing look, hard to pinpoint but it says lonesome to me. I did not want another dog. After the strokes I have had to face the fact that we may end up in a housing situation where a dog won’t work so I suspect Misty will be our last dog. She most certainly will be our last full sized dog. There are simply are no senior housing situations where big dogs are allowed.

When an opportunity to adopt a little kitten came up, I decided to jump at it. And now we have little Mali (MAH-lee). According to what I read on line, Mali is a classic name for a Siamese cat. Her name is Thai for jasmine flower. Molly is the English term for a female cat I recall from my childhood around my English grandfather. We also call her Maleeka and that means “Queen”. I met both parents and they were friendly and charming cats though Dad was still recovering from his surgery. Dad was a classic oriental look Siamese, probably purebred. Mom is assumed to be a torte point Himalayan by her looks. There were four kittens in the litter. Two looked much like Mali but one had a tail that had a Z shape and both had much longer hair. One kitten was a short haired lilac point and had white paws and a white bib like Klinger, indicating things are likely not as purebred as one might think. Mali looks very much like a pure applehead type Siamese and I wanted short hair. Both her parents have pretty blue eyes so she will likely keep her pretty blue eyes.

Misty did a total whole dog melt down and almost wagged herself into exhaustion. Mali’s foster home had four dogs. Dogs have always been part of her life. She has since decided Misty is her new Mom. She is now sleeping on Misty’s bed, much to Misty’s delight. They play a favourite game of tag where Misty nuzzles her. Mali rolls on her back and swats her will all four feet and then runs off. Misty tries to follow but Mali goes under something small and then Mali dashes out and runs off. If Misty doesn’t notice, Mali meows to catch her attention before continuing their little game.

Klinger was initially horrified. His first encounter, he had a tail puffed out like a bottle brush and hissed and spat like he was going to kill her. The next day he did the whole spit and hiss thing but without the tail fluff and hackles up. Yesterday afternoon, he approached her and hissed at her. Mali pulled herself up to her full just over one pound size and hissed right back. Her message was clear.

“Oh be quiet you big bully!”

Klinger was clearly taken aback. That was not the reaction he expected. However his expression softened and he let her be.

Mali was playing with the cat toy he hasn’t touched in ages and he sat above her on his perch, watching her every move. There was no hostility in his gaze. He was just watching like he was trying to figure her out. Later that evening, he was in bed with us getting his usual evening neck and ear rub and Mali climbed up and joined us. She stayed about a metre away and curled up into a little ball and fell sleep. Klinger went and sniffed her and then came back for more neck rubs. I won’t say he’s happy about Mali, but I think he’s adjusting. This morning he growled at her. Mali just ignored him and kept playing with his toy. This time Misty let out a low growl. Klinger again was taken aback. Misty’s growl was a clear warning. Mali has a protecter and if he tries anything with Mali, he has to go through Misty. Klinger decided to go eat his breakfast rather than make more trouble.

As the morning progressed, Klinger walked around and pretended both Mali and Misty did not exist. I think it will work. I suspect Klinger might even decide he likes her eventually. As I wrote this, he walked up to her and they exchanged polite cat nose touches and he walked off. And, of course, she has hubby and I wrapped around her cute little kitty paws as you can see from her climbing on my keyboard to get my attention, the little scamp. There is nothing shy or quiet about this little girl. She is supremely self confident, bossy and inquisitive. This one is indeed a Queen.

(In spite of the apparent success with getting the dog and cat used to the new kitten I do intend to make certain they are not interacting without me supervising until Mali is bigger. Misty is so enchanted and excited I am worried about her enthusiasm getting way with her and Klinger may act differently when I’m not around.)

Migration Home – Fifth Stop Crater of Diamond State Park Arkansas

Crater of Diamonds

We left Gillham Lake area and headed east. We were on a mission. Hubby dearest wanted to see the old volcano site where melted pieces of a microcontinent he had just been reading about can be walked upon. I was out to get us to a place outside the latest hatched yellow severe storm area on the NOAA map. The dogs were just along for the ride. Klinger wanted to see our washing machine get a good workout. Actually, we took a short cut along a marginally shorter route according to our GPS. They say short cuts lead to long delays. In this case it led to feline motion sickness. The trip went up, down, up, down, swerve right, up, swerve left, down and similar twists and turns for three hours.  Now I know Mother Google says it takes 1 hour and 22 minutes but Mother Google does not adjust for pulling a trailer on turns that would be tight for Le Car, never mind a 30 foot travel trailer. I should have known better. Never take a short cut while pulling a travel trailer. We arrived and went in to set up. Thank goodness we were pulling into a full service campsite because Klinger got sick. That would be bad enough but his favourite place to ride when we travel is under the covers in our bed. I shall leave the rest to your imagination.

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Dick snapped the shot of me by their sign just after I went to check on the cat. And that says it all. One of my friends commented I must really love that cat. Yes, I do, but some days more than others. This park has a reasonable WIFI. After the laundry was done and the bed remade, we spent our first night catching up on email and following on the weather channel as severe storms drop tornados north, and west of us. (Gilliam Lake area was under a warning for a while so I was really happy we didn’t stay on there.) We got some rain but nothing else. The next morning we got up early to head down to the diamond mine and try our luck at getting rich quick by finding a diamond.

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Between hauling buckets of gravel for me to wash, Dick struck up a conversation with a friendly fellow from Ohio who was off work and looking for a quick buck. He was one of the semi pro types who pay their ten dollars and come in and sift through the volcano gravel every day here, over and over again. He was a friendly fellow and soon was giving us all kinds of tips and sharing his story. He also had pictures of various small diamonds he had already found on previous trips. I would hardly call it a get rich quick scheme since it was all much harder physically than we expected, but he does find enough diamonds to justify his daily $10.00 entrance fee and he’ll only need to need to strike a big one once and he can retire. Most of the people were just visitors with kids and only the semi pro types actually work very hard. The children really love it because they can get mucky and wet with everyone’s blessings. There was much happy kid noise.

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We picked our gravel in the runnels from the overnight rain. We figured any mother lode diamond would be easier to spot in running water. We paid particular attention to a semi permanent streamlet from a drainage pipe.SAM_9299 I did find a lovely perfectly clear quartz crystal I got very excited over for about 30 seconds until I decided it was quartz. That made me feel a bit silly. I took it to be identified, just in case, on our way out and the rock identifier lady also got very excited for about 30 seconds before announcing it was just quartz. That made me feel better. After only three hours of this I was thoroughly wet, mucky, and cold. A toddler had a temper tantrum nearby and I knew exactly how the poor little girl was feeling.

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We finished the day by a trip to the gift shop. Across from the gift shop is a science and history display of the diamond mine. Dick was disappointed to note nothing about the microfossils or the microcontinent. He started to tell the nice lady at the gift shop about how their science section was out of date and needs updating. She gave him a comment card and told him to write it all down and leave it in the box. She even seemed really fascinated by what Dick was saying. I was impressed. Well bred southern ladies are a special treat to interact with.

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Before bed we took the dogs on the exceptionally nice trail from our campsite down to the river. It was a wide paved trail accessible for wheelchairs and particularly scenic and lovely. The dogs enjoyed their walk as much as we did.

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We left on the third day after deciding we would try Oklahoma now. By the map, it looked to be easier on our tranny and our cat. On our way out, Dick dropped off the comment card with careful details about how their science section was out of date, appropriate references to bring it up to date and an offer to help, complete with his contact information. Just outside of the state park we stopped at several really delightful second hand/antique/touristy/vintage stores for a couple of hours and spent too much money and had a real blast doing it. And so I can highly recommend Crater of Diamonds State Park even if you don’t find a diamond.

And I was right about the drainage ditch. We saw this only a bit later.  Boy finds huge 7.44 carat diamond in Arkansas state park. Watching him on TV, we could see he found this beauty right at the spot we had been gathering our gravel. I am happy for him. (Jealous yes, but happy for him.)

We took pictures this time but I forgot to write a proper review. It’s a really nice campground, full service, inexpensive, reasonable WIFI, easy to get around. I do recommend it. They have not yet contacted Dick about their out of date science display so be sure to keep in mind you are standing only a few miles above a wonderful microcontinent full of microfossils if you go. We headed off to Oklahoma with the cat in the cat carrier sitting in the bathtub. He was not a happy camper.

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