We had to euthanise Rose at about 9:30pm last night. Will said she hadn't been eating a lot lately and I knew she wasn't very active. But last night she became neurologic and could only walk in circles with her head tilted to the left. Probably a stroke or brain tumor.
Today would have been her 8th birthday.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
New Critter
It looks like we are adding a furless critter to our family.
I'm pregnant.
Its very early but I needed to know right away due to the exposure issues of my job. The next nine months should be interesting in that regard.
And this really does mean I need to find a new home for the chinchillas. They deserve more attention then we can give them. And I need the room.
I'm pregnant.
Its very early but I needed to know right away due to the exposure issues of my job. The next nine months should be interesting in that regard.
And this really does mean I need to find a new home for the chinchillas. They deserve more attention then we can give them. And I need the room.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Luna Moth
It has been crazy and not all fun around Kirsten lately and the cherry on top is that Luna Moth has started vomiting.
Luna has always regurgitated when she eats too fast, but this is actual vomiting. I talked to her vet yesterday and we've stopped her arthritis suppliment, I gave her a subcutaneous injection of pepcid and I'm going to ask the owner of the hospital to ultrasound her. She's so grumpy all the time. I just want to make her feel better. I'm feeling lost here. I don't think this is the end of the road for her, but I don't want her to suffer either. I wish there was an NSAID that worked for cats.
And SullyBoo is a bad bad kitten.
Luna has always regurgitated when she eats too fast, but this is actual vomiting. I talked to her vet yesterday and we've stopped her arthritis suppliment, I gave her a subcutaneous injection of pepcid and I'm going to ask the owner of the hospital to ultrasound her. She's so grumpy all the time. I just want to make her feel better. I'm feeling lost here. I don't think this is the end of the road for her, but I don't want her to suffer either. I wish there was an NSAID that worked for cats.
And SullyBoo is a bad bad kitten.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Samwise Gamgee
Sam was euthanised on Monday October 20th due to seizures and losing the ability to walk. His last hours and passing were as peacefull as possible. Rosie is now the most spoiled ferret ever. Sam spent some time outside in the sun on his final day.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
vindication and worry
The latest bane of my work-a-day existence has ceased to be employed by WVMC. Unfortunatley, her termination means I will never find out what happened to a kitten named Kylo that she was fostering.
After the fire, while I was at the other hospital, volunteers were asked for to foster our stray kittens. Aileen offered to foster 7 kittens; Kylo and a litter of six. Shortly after I found out she had given the litter of six to one of our kennel staff. They were returned to the hospital last week. Kylo was not.
As of last Friday Kylo still hadn't been returned and she was claiming that her boyfriend had "boarded" him at a shelter in Philladelphiea on Thursday when she called out of work sick. She was told to pick up the kitten and return him to WVMC.
I worked Saturday, as did she, and she did not return the kitten. I arranged with the head of human resources and our manager for her to change her shift on Monday from 8am-5pm to 12pm-9pm so she could pick up the kitten in the morning an still get her hours. She told me her boyfriend had called the shelter and everything would be ready for him to be picked up on Monday. I told the HR manager and our manager that was the plan.
Yesterday morning I got a call from the busness manager at 10:25am because Aileen had just called her asking what she "was supposed to do about the kitten." I told Rhonda everything and that Aileen was being lazy and sloppy calling her, she knew what she was supposed to do. |hen I got into work I documented all of this and helped identify Aileen on security footage coming into work over an hour and a half late on Saturday.
Aileen never came in yesterday. I believe Kylo is dead and there was no shelter.
As of today she no longer works at WVMC.
I just wish I knew about Kylo's fate.
After the fire, while I was at the other hospital, volunteers were asked for to foster our stray kittens. Aileen offered to foster 7 kittens; Kylo and a litter of six. Shortly after I found out she had given the litter of six to one of our kennel staff. They were returned to the hospital last week. Kylo was not.
As of last Friday Kylo still hadn't been returned and she was claiming that her boyfriend had "boarded" him at a shelter in Philladelphiea on Thursday when she called out of work sick. She was told to pick up the kitten and return him to WVMC.
I worked Saturday, as did she, and she did not return the kitten. I arranged with the head of human resources and our manager for her to change her shift on Monday from 8am-5pm to 12pm-9pm so she could pick up the kitten in the morning an still get her hours. She told me her boyfriend had called the shelter and everything would be ready for him to be picked up on Monday. I told the HR manager and our manager that was the plan.
Yesterday morning I got a call from the busness manager at 10:25am because Aileen had just called her asking what she "was supposed to do about the kitten." I told Rhonda everything and that Aileen was being lazy and sloppy calling her, she knew what she was supposed to do. |hen I got into work I documented all of this and helped identify Aileen on security footage coming into work over an hour and a half late on Saturday.
Aileen never came in yesterday. I believe Kylo is dead and there was no shelter.
As of today she no longer works at WVMC.
I just wish I knew about Kylo's fate.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Fever Of Unknown Origin
his temperature was too high to register on a mercury thermometer.
Subcutaneous fluids, injectable metacam and a lot of rubbing alcohol on
his ears and paws and we got his temp down to 104.3F by 11:25pm, it was
106.4F when we got there just before 10pm.
He's home now. Resting with his daddy. He's had one dose of antibiotics
and is going back tomorrow for blood work and probably more fluids.
Im exhausted. He's not allowed to do this just when I'm starting to like
him a lot.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Sullivan's Halloween Play
I started decorating for Halloween and Sully found some of the decorations. Trés adorable.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Happy Birthday!!!
Penelope Jane
Persephone May
Calliope Anne
The Sorority Sisters are two-years-old today!
Persephone May
Calliope Anne
The Sorority Sisters are two-years-old today!
Friday, October 3, 2008
Seymour
My dear friend Chelsea openned her heart and home to our chinchilla Seymour yesterday. I've been wanting to rehome the chinchillas for a while and this is a perfect match. I know how great she'll treat him and that he'll come right out of his shell.
As for Selma and Patti, I've submitted a classified ad to PetFinder to find them a home together.
As for Selma and Patti, I've submitted a classified ad to PetFinder to find them a home together.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
The beast is free
Sullivan Boo was released last night. Probably around the same time the hospital I work at was on fire. No one was hurt, but one of my strays was lost in the chaos. At least Sulley is free.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Tired
I'm on the third week of 7am-4pm at work and I never did start sleeping steadily. And today we ran out of oil at home, so no hot shower this morning. SulleyBoo's ringworm is almost completely gone. The end of his confinement is in sight.The picture is of a white dove I brought from the hospital and released off the back deck after she had been rehabilitated.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
SulleyBoo is getting so big!
He's almost six pounds now. When he came to the hospital on 6/6/08 he weighed 0.6lbs.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
tired
It is only Wednesday and I'm exhausted. We had an absolutely insane number of surgeries at work yesterday including an emergency c-section on a chihuahua. I got to stimulate the puppies and clean their mouths and noses when they came out. Two boys. Gorgeous and feisty. And mom came through just fine.
And I'm up to six stray cats I'm taking care of at the hospital. They are all sweet or gorgeous and need good homes. If you're in eastern PA or Northeastern NJ think of www.wrightvet.com for adoptions.
And I'm up to six stray cats I'm taking care of at the hospital. They are all sweet or gorgeous and need good homes. If you're in eastern PA or Northeastern NJ think of www.wrightvet.com for adoptions.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Sulley and Strays
Sullivan started oral itraconazole on Saturday to treat his ringworm. With luck this will be the answer, as it is this is a very tough medication for his system so I'm cautiously optimistic.
In addition I have a meeting today to possibly update the stray policies and procedures at my hospital. I'm really hoping that my suggestions are put into practice.
In addition I have a meeting today to possibly update the stray policies and procedures at my hospital. I'm really hoping that my suggestions are put into practice.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
It has been a while
All the critters are fairly good. I took Penelope off the Prozac because it was ruining our relationship and not helping her at all. Just 2 days off the meds and she was back to giving kisses and playing fetch.
Anya is addicted to television. She sits on the foot of our bed mesmirized by the moving pictures. She's addicted to tc, never leaves her room and is on Prozac. My cat is just like today's youth!
SulleyBoo still has ringworm. :(
Anya is addicted to television. She sits on the foot of our bed mesmirized by the moving pictures. She's addicted to tc, never leaves her room and is on Prozac. My cat is just like today's youth!
SulleyBoo still has ringworm. :(
Monday, August 4, 2008
Ambrose, and Anya
Ambrose is doing quite well with us. He's a lover. But he does have the oddest relationship with Anya, and he's suicidally stupid. He goes crashing around the house with abandon, never looking where he is going, never stopping to determine if maybe what he's doing isn't the best idea. I've lost four wine glasses in the last two weeks to his antics.
But how can you resist that face?
He smiles all the time. It's wonderful.
Anya adores him, but she sure does instigate their rough play. She has gotten a scratch on her right wrist and over her left eye from their roughousing. Sometimes I worry and split them up, but they always go at it a few minutes later.
She gives as good as she gets though.
Sullivan Boo Bathtime
Sulley gets two anti-fungal baths a week. This one is a little late because I just couldn't bring myself to do it on Saturday, and then yesterday I was dizzy and exhausted with my ongoing vertigo. Stupid inner ear issue... So darling Hubby offered to perform the ringworm eradicating duty himself this afternoon. With my encouragement and some small amount of guidance.
Hubby should have worn a t-shirt at least. Little Sullivan has kitten sharp talons and climbed up and over Hubby's shoulder and shredded his back. But eventually Sulley was gotten in hand, and tub. I couldn't resist the chance to take pictures.
The anti-fungal shampoo has to stay on, all over his little body, for ten minutes. This is an eternity when you are a little kitten.
Rinsing is absolutely the worst part. The stinky shampoo is one thing. Having water dumped over you is a completely different thing, when you're a kitten that is.
When he's out of isolation, we better watch out.
His ringworm lession really does look better. We may not have too many more weeks to go.
Hubby should have worn a t-shirt at least. Little Sullivan has kitten sharp talons and climbed up and over Hubby's shoulder and shredded his back. But eventually Sulley was gotten in hand, and tub. I couldn't resist the chance to take pictures.
The anti-fungal shampoo has to stay on, all over his little body, for ten minutes. This is an eternity when you are a little kitten.
Rinsing is absolutely the worst part. The stinky shampoo is one thing. Having water dumped over you is a completely different thing, when you're a kitten that is.
When he's out of isolation, we better watch out.
His ringworm lession really does look better. We may not have too many more weeks to go.Friday, August 1, 2008
Euthanasia
I euthanized a cat at work today.
I didn't have a doctor euthanize the kitty. I did it myself. I ended her little life.
It was the right thing to do. It was not easy to do.
"Boots" was a stray brought in by a woman who saves cats. She has them spayed and neutered and brought up to date on shots. She pays for everything and finds them homes. She hates to euthanize any kitties.
"Boots" was FIV positive and very feral. She had been spayed in the past by someone. Someone who either lost her, or kicked her out or didn't care that she went wandering. Someone who didn't care enough to love and soothe this frightened animal so she could accept human affection. "Boots" was not adoptable.
It makes me so angry the things that people do to cats. That people let their FIV and Feline Leukemia positive cats roam to infect other cats. That people let any of their cats roam.
"Oh he only goes out on the patio when we are there, and he never goes anywhere."
Until the time a dog runs onto your patio and scares him, or a squirrel or bird catches his attention, or you run to answer the phone.
"She likes to lay under the bushes while I garden."
So so hides under shrubbery while your attention is directed elsewhere and you could forget where she is...
"I can't keep her in, I just can't."
You mean you haven't tried. Or that the cat is smarter and more resourcefull than you are.
"He screams at the door all night if I keep him in."
Buy earplugs and wait it out.
"Cats have to go outside."
Outside cats live, on average, two to four years. Inside/outside cats are exposed to disease, predators, other cats, inhumane people, cars, harsh weather, parasites, toxins...Their life expectancy is significantly shorter than the average inside only cat. This is a lazy excuse for letting your cat out.
"I don't believe in keeping cats in."
Have you even tried? Do you feel anything when your kitty isn't there when you call? Have you tried using games inside and well placed birdfeeders outside as entertainment. Have you made up ways to encourage your cat to play and leap and bound and stalk the elusive paper ball or feather wand or stray sock in your livingroom? These are all perfectly safe alternatives to hunting threatened songbirds, or getting attacked by other animals, or stolen, or smashed by a car, or infected with a devestating disease.
I am so sick of people who don't care what happens to their cats.
I didn't have a doctor euthanize the kitty. I did it myself. I ended her little life.
It was the right thing to do. It was not easy to do.
"Boots" was a stray brought in by a woman who saves cats. She has them spayed and neutered and brought up to date on shots. She pays for everything and finds them homes. She hates to euthanize any kitties.
"Boots" was FIV positive and very feral. She had been spayed in the past by someone. Someone who either lost her, or kicked her out or didn't care that she went wandering. Someone who didn't care enough to love and soothe this frightened animal so she could accept human affection. "Boots" was not adoptable.
It makes me so angry the things that people do to cats. That people let their FIV and Feline Leukemia positive cats roam to infect other cats. That people let any of their cats roam.
"Oh he only goes out on the patio when we are there, and he never goes anywhere."
Until the time a dog runs onto your patio and scares him, or a squirrel or bird catches his attention, or you run to answer the phone.
"She likes to lay under the bushes while I garden."
So so hides under shrubbery while your attention is directed elsewhere and you could forget where she is...
"I can't keep her in, I just can't."
You mean you haven't tried. Or that the cat is smarter and more resourcefull than you are.
"He screams at the door all night if I keep him in."
Buy earplugs and wait it out.
"Cats have to go outside."
Outside cats live, on average, two to four years. Inside/outside cats are exposed to disease, predators, other cats, inhumane people, cars, harsh weather, parasites, toxins...Their life expectancy is significantly shorter than the average inside only cat. This is a lazy excuse for letting your cat out.
"I don't believe in keeping cats in."
Have you even tried? Do you feel anything when your kitty isn't there when you call? Have you tried using games inside and well placed birdfeeders outside as entertainment. Have you made up ways to encourage your cat to play and leap and bound and stalk the elusive paper ball or feather wand or stray sock in your livingroom? These are all perfectly safe alternatives to hunting threatened songbirds, or getting attacked by other animals, or stolen, or smashed by a car, or infected with a devestating disease.
I am so sick of people who don't care what happens to their cats.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Ringworm & Catnip
I have catnip growing in my (organic) garden, and last night I had the brilliant idea of bringing some in for the cats. Since it was Wednesday evening, it really was time for Sulley's anti-fungal bath, but I had the even better idea of introducing him to fresh catnip for the first time, before his bath.
The results were, extreme.
He got his bath tonight, not last night.
This is Sulley's ringworm lession. He's been getting baths twice a week, and generic lamisil twice a day for a little over two weeks.
He's growling, "MY CATNIP!"
Guarding the catnip from the untrustworthy Mommy. And yes, there are no baseboards in this room, and the floor is ugly peel and stick linoleum. But hey, it works as an isolation/critter room, and eventually we will completely re-finish the room.
He's starting to lose track of where things are, like his paws.
Oops, dropped the catnip. When I tried to pick either the catnip, or him, up, I got bit. He spent the night alone with his catnip sprig. Which I could not find this morning.
The results were, extreme.
He got his bath tonight, not last night.
This is Sulley's ringworm lession. He's been getting baths twice a week, and generic lamisil twice a day for a little over two weeks.
He's growling, "MY CATNIP!"
Guarding the catnip from the untrustworthy Mommy. And yes, there are no baseboards in this room, and the floor is ugly peel and stick linoleum. But hey, it works as an isolation/critter room, and eventually we will completely re-finish the room.
He's starting to lose track of where things are, like his paws.
Oops, dropped the catnip. When I tried to pick either the catnip, or him, up, I got bit. He spent the night alone with his catnip sprig. Which I could not find this morning.Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Sullivan Boo
Is ours. I had him turned over to my account on Monday.
His ringworm is not healing yet, even though Hubby fervently wishes it were. Today I scrubbed his room three times then sprayed it down with a 10% bleach solution. Then I gave him a bath and applied his lamisil. He's scratching his poor neck raw.
Anya and Penelope are both on Prozac now too. I'm hoping to ease the tension between them and get Anya out from under the bed.
On only vaguely cat related topics, I'm going to see "Hellboy II: The Golden Army" this afternoon. Hey Hellboy loves cats.
His ringworm is not healing yet, even though Hubby fervently wishes it were. Today I scrubbed his room three times then sprayed it down with a 10% bleach solution. Then I gave him a bath and applied his lamisil. He's scratching his poor neck raw.
Anya and Penelope are both on Prozac now too. I'm hoping to ease the tension between them and get Anya out from under the bed.
On only vaguely cat related topics, I'm going to see "Hellboy II: The Golden Army" this afternoon. Hey Hellboy loves cats.
Friday, July 11, 2008
no more no-nos, oh no...
Sulley was castrated today. He had the tiniest little testicles! I swear I think I could neuter a male cat myself now I've seen so many.
So that was the good, but...
He probably has ringworm.
Awesome. I've been exposed, a lot, as has Hubby, and through us and the critter room, our entire zoo.
This is perfect.
And earlier this week Penelope scared Anya so much in the wee hours that she wee-weed on me in bed. So we've been trying to keep her alone in the bedroom at night but she decides to chew on my toes at 5am. Ungratefull wench.
So that was the good, but...
He probably has ringworm.
Awesome. I've been exposed, a lot, as has Hubby, and through us and the critter room, our entire zoo.
This is perfect.
And earlier this week Penelope scared Anya so much in the wee hours that she wee-weed on me in bed. So we've been trying to keep her alone in the bedroom at night but she decides to chew on my toes at 5am. Ungratefull wench.
Friday, July 4, 2008
A book?
So I'm considering self-publishing a coffee-table type book of photographs, observations and maybe poetry based entirely on cats. I don't know if it would sell, but it might be a fun project to keep me out of trouble. Not that I don't already have enough on my plate. But I did go to college to be a writer, and then I didn't become one. Maybe now is the time.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Kitty crushes and kitten apologies
Anya is now play chasing Ambrose around the house. And sometimes he kisses her head. I think there's a little kitty crushing going on.
Sulley has been staying at the hospital for the last week because he didn't need special feeding anymore. I think he's sorry for whatever he did to end up there. He purrs and gives kisses and is biting less. I'm hoping he calms down a bit. I really want to bring him home.
Sulley has been staying at the hospital for the last week because he didn't need special feeding anymore. I think he's sorry for whatever he did to end up there. He purrs and gives kisses and is biting less. I'm hoping he calms down a bit. I really want to bring him home.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Pediatric Castration (or not)
Sulley is getting castrated this afternoon by the new vet at work. Yes, he's a tiny kitten, but he has two decended testicles, and an attitude problem. Hopefully his bloodwork was okay for surgery because I really believe this will make him a better, happier, kitten.
I still took pictures of his kitten bits last night.
UPDATE: Sulley didn't weight enough this afternoon to get neutered today. So he gets to keep his goolies a little longer.
I still took pictures of his kitten bits last night.
UPDATE: Sulley didn't weight enough this afternoon to get neutered today. So he gets to keep his goolies a little longer.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
a day at the hospital
My grandmother, Mom-Mom, is still in the hospital and since I had today off and the hubby is still basically unemployed, we went to see her.
I've been despirate to find something to cheer her up and finally figured it out.... Silly cat pictures. So I brought mostly silly, some pretty, pictures of all the "real" cats (I haven't revealed Sulley's existance to the parents yet). She was completely smitten with Ambrose and is threatening to take him when she gets better.
I'm so glad she was joking. It shows she's feeling better.
And if Mom or Dad reads this, I love you, and Sulley is just proof that we are crazy cat people.
I've been despirate to find something to cheer her up and finally figured it out.... Silly cat pictures. So I brought mostly silly, some pretty, pictures of all the "real" cats (I haven't revealed Sulley's existance to the parents yet). She was completely smitten with Ambrose and is threatening to take him when she gets better.
I'm so glad she was joking. It shows she's feeling better.
And if Mom or Dad reads this, I love you, and Sulley is just proof that we are crazy cat people.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Summer and Sulley
Well Summer has arrived, and with it hopefully work for the wonderful Hubby. In the mean time I am innundated with stray kittens (and a mommy) at work. I recently became the "other" adoption coordinator and at the same time was scheduled for the shift that treats surgery patients, and takes care of the strays. Good for keeping up on what we have, but exhausting. But I did get four kittens out of the hospital, adoption applications for another three, and I am fostering (to adopt) another kitten. His hospital name is "Scrapper" because when he came into the hospital on June 6th, he was just a fur covered skeleton with a temperature of 94F. He was starving and dehydrated and I wanted him to be a scrapper and survive. His home name is "Sullivan (Sulley) Boo." He is almost 1 1/2 lbs now and is doing great. When he is home he is isolated from the other cats because his feline leukemia/fiv test was done too early to be completely accurate, and he has a touch of diarrhea. He is being treated for coccidia and he has to eat four or five times a day. And he will only eat fresh food, and no dry kibble. He's teething and he is a hyperactive monster, but we love him.
Ambrose has settled in quite nicely. Luna Moth still attacks him, and in fact she is now on Prozac to try and reduce her anxiety levels. Since she does have hypertrophic cardiomyopathy we don't want her dropping dead of a stress induced heart attack. And to be honest I want the kitty I love so much back. She was always attitudinal, but in the last few years she's gotten so angry and anxious all the time that she is miserable, and we are miserable. Hopefully the Prozac will give us all relief. Penelope also attacks Ambrose, but not nearly as badly as Luna Moth. Unfortunately Penelope has also taken to attacking Anya and Anya has twice peed on her daddy. So Anya gets to go to work with us on Monday or Tuesday to have a urine sample taken to make sure she doesn't have a bladder or urinary tract infection.
Today we have to go to Hunterdon Medical Center because my grandmother is in the hospital. I'm going to bring pictures of the kitties because she loves cats and hopefully that will cheer her up. Her kidneys are not functioning really well right now and there is the possibility she will not get over this, so in the not too distant future, we may have a ninth cat. Her Olivia Camille. While the darling Hubby truly loves that cat, I hope my Mom-Mom pulls through and we don't get the cat.
Ambrose lounging on the sofa.
Ambrose grooming, in bed.
Sulley's first night staying with us, playing with a jingly mouse.
Same night, attacking a kitten stuffy.
This morning, playing with a PetStages fishie. He's a toy killer! :)
Ambrose has settled in quite nicely. Luna Moth still attacks him, and in fact she is now on Prozac to try and reduce her anxiety levels. Since she does have hypertrophic cardiomyopathy we don't want her dropping dead of a stress induced heart attack. And to be honest I want the kitty I love so much back. She was always attitudinal, but in the last few years she's gotten so angry and anxious all the time that she is miserable, and we are miserable. Hopefully the Prozac will give us all relief. Penelope also attacks Ambrose, but not nearly as badly as Luna Moth. Unfortunately Penelope has also taken to attacking Anya and Anya has twice peed on her daddy. So Anya gets to go to work with us on Monday or Tuesday to have a urine sample taken to make sure she doesn't have a bladder or urinary tract infection.
Today we have to go to Hunterdon Medical Center because my grandmother is in the hospital. I'm going to bring pictures of the kitties because she loves cats and hopefully that will cheer her up. Her kidneys are not functioning really well right now and there is the possibility she will not get over this, so in the not too distant future, we may have a ninth cat. Her Olivia Camille. While the darling Hubby truly loves that cat, I hope my Mom-Mom pulls through and we don't get the cat.
Ambrose lounging on the sofa.
Ambrose grooming, in bed.
Sulley's first night staying with us, playing with a jingly mouse.
Same night, attacking a kitten stuffy.
This morning, playing with a PetStages fishie. He's a toy killer! :)
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Rehoming the Chinchillas
I have to find new homes for the chinchillas. Times are rediculously difficult right now and we haven't bonded with them like they deserve. It would save a bit of money and time if we didn't have them. I was trying to post an add on Craig's List but it won't work from my Sidekick, so I'll try again from home on the computer.
It is sad, but probably best for everyone.
It is sad, but probably best for everyone.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Ambrose Gallifrey
I brought home Ambrose from work on Friday night. He is a black and white shorthair who was brought to us by the police for rabies observation. I kept him in the guest room until this afternoon. The girls are all hissing at him but he's not offended. He hisses back and does his thing. He is very friendly.
This doesn't make the loss of Vincent any easier, but giving another needy kitty a home is a good thing for us.
This doesn't make the loss of Vincent any easier, but giving another needy kitty a home is a good thing for us.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Happy Birthday Anya Gray
Anya Gray turned 1-year-old today. Since we didn't really have much to get her, we adopted another cat, Ambrose Gallifrey. Not much a gift really, unless they get along great.
Anya is the one I almost always call "the best kitten in the world." She is gentle, funny, playfull, snuggly, quiet, silly, cute and great with most of the other cats. I love her more than words can say.
I hope this next year is even better for her.
Mommy loves you Anya Gray!
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Dear, Sweet, Wonderful, Demanding, Vincent...Departed
Vincent Tiberius
Adopted October 27th, 2006
Died~6:30pm May 20th, 2008
I don't really have the words to describe what Vincent meant to me, to us. He was all Maine Coon Cat. All fur and purr and love and fluff and fun and silly and demanding and playful and sleepy and hungry and neurotic and wonderful. Vincent was the rising sun and glowing moon to Calliope. He was my handsome boy (and according to some of my coworkers, my husband). He was my dad's favorite. My husband's big boy. My grandmother's source of good stories.
Vincent was a stray we adopted out of our backyard. Our time together was much too short, but every moment was sweet. We didn't know our time would be cut off like this. I'm so glad I got to see him give kisses to Anya this morning while my husband held her. I really wish I hadn't pushed him away last night. Or snapped at him for yelling at me. Ever.
I want him back.
Vincent being regal on the sofa.
He almost swallowed his face here.
Vincent's first holiday tree. (Penelope is in the lower boughs.)
Vincent stopping to smell the flowers this Valentine's day.
Vincent and his one true love, Calliope.
My sweet sweet boy, Mommy loves you. I will always love you. Be at peace.
Adopted October 27th, 2006
Died~6:30pm May 20th, 2008
I don't really have the words to describe what Vincent meant to me, to us. He was all Maine Coon Cat. All fur and purr and love and fluff and fun and silly and demanding and playful and sleepy and hungry and neurotic and wonderful. Vincent was the rising sun and glowing moon to Calliope. He was my handsome boy (and according to some of my coworkers, my husband). He was my dad's favorite. My husband's big boy. My grandmother's source of good stories.
Vincent was a stray we adopted out of our backyard. Our time together was much too short, but every moment was sweet. We didn't know our time would be cut off like this. I'm so glad I got to see him give kisses to Anya this morning while my husband held her. I really wish I hadn't pushed him away last night. Or snapped at him for yelling at me. Ever.
I want him back.
Vincent being regal on the sofa.
He almost swallowed his face here.
Vincent's first holiday tree. (Penelope is in the lower boughs.)
Vincent stopping to smell the flowers this Valentine's day.
Vincent and his one true love, Calliope.
My sweet sweet boy, Mommy loves you. I will always love you. Be at peace.
Dear, Sweet, Fluffy, Friendly, Demanding, Funny, Furry, Vincent Tiberius
Vincent Tiberius
Vincent was a gorgeous Maine Coon Cat that someone neutered, declawed, and lost. He found his way into my heart haunting my backyard. Honestly, I don't have the words right now to discuss what an amazing, funny, frustrating, loving, demanding, graceful, cloddish, beautiful beast Vincent was right now. I have picked out a few of the most expressive pictures I could find. But that doesn't show you how he would always steal my spot in the bed in the morning and sleep with his head on my pillow. Or how he would screech for the window to be opened. Or the heart stopping terror I would feel when he ran outside. Or the joy I felt this morning when he was licking Anya's head while Will was holding her. Or how much I wanted Vincent to be around when we finally have a human child for him to adore. Or his odd perversion for suckling human body parts. Or how silly sweet he could be with Calliope. Or how this was not enough time and I really want to talk to the manager about this and GET HIM BACK!!!!
Vincent was a gorgeous Maine Coon Cat that someone neutered, declawed, and lost. He found his way into my heart haunting my backyard. Honestly, I don't have the words right now to discuss what an amazing, funny, frustrating, loving, demanding, graceful, cloddish, beautiful beast Vincent was right now. I have picked out a few of the most expressive pictures I could find. But that doesn't show you how he would always steal my spot in the bed in the morning and sleep with his head on my pillow. Or how he would screech for the window to be opened. Or the heart stopping terror I would feel when he ran outside. Or the joy I felt this morning when he was licking Anya's head while Will was holding her. Or how much I wanted Vincent to be around when we finally have a human child for him to adore. Or his odd perversion for suckling human body parts. Or how silly sweet he could be with Calliope. Or how this was not enough time and I really want to talk to the manager about this and GET HIM BACK!!!!
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Randomness
We have two weeping cherries in front of our house and they put on an amazing show this spring. This is one group of flowers and buds toward the top of the tree and the gorgeous azure sky that spring brings. Unfortunately these trees don't produce edible fruit, but the smell and vision they produce for a few short days is wonderful. With life throwing us stress left and right, it was a pleasure to stop for just a moment and breathe deeply and listen to the buzzing bees and admire what nature had given us.
This is our resident groundhog. S/he lives under our garden shed and grazes throughout the yard. This picture was taken from my bathroom window looking down at Hubby's side garden. Yes the grass is getting tall. Soon enough I'll be getting another nasty letter from the zoning board about cutting it. One every year so far before Hubby gets the lawn cut.
This was an amazingly handsome and heartbreaking cat that wandered into the yard once. Very friendly. He was limping on his left hind leg and I think it was broken. Unfortunately I couldn't catch him and haven't seen him since. Worrying about him occassionally takes my breath away. But I know, I can't save them all.
There have been very few stray cat sightings this spring. Not nearly as much as there were over the winter. I think that if I want to catch them once I have some money and time for TNR, I will have to feed them to get them to come back. Before they would hunt mice in our gardens during the winter, now they can get food anywhere. Unfortunately any spare change lately is going to my medical co-pays. Ugh. Hopefully I'll get better very soon and can start saving again.
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