Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Obsessed? Maybe...
A new friend told me today that he had been reading this blog and thought I might have an unhealthy obsession with my cats. I would say I might be obsessed, but I don't think it is unhealthy. :)
For instance; all the cats are up-to-date on vaccines and check-ups (as of this morning), all are feline leukemia/fiv negative, everyone is spayed/neutered, they are all microchipped, and their litterboxes don't go 24 hours between cleanings. Yes, there are 8 permanent kitty residents, and 8 foster kitties, but I know a woman with 89 cats. And my bill at the hospital is less than $200. So my obsession hasn't negatively affected myself, the darling hubby (who is as bad as I am, or worse), the kitties, or the baby. Plus I get anywhere from one to many kitties to cuddle with at night and can hear purring almost on demand. And there is nothing funnier than a cat having a little fuzzy freak out, or more relaxing than watching a cat sleep.
My earliest memories all have cats in them. Baku accidently killing the butterfly he was playing with, and being very confused when it wouldn't get up. Frisbee peeing on my grandmother's overnight bag the day my sister was born. Barnum catching the chipmunk on my 8th birthday. Cross-eyed Clarence smacking the big dog that ran up onto our porch. (Yes the cats went outside when I was growing up, not now.)
Cats have always been a positive presence in my life. The darkest times in a turbulent youth were those times without at least one cat. I wonder if that is part of the reason my hyper-allergic step-mother opted to keep the little dark tortie she rescued from a crazed war veteran instead of sending her to a shelter. So I would have a cat in my life with them. Pixel did end up living with my Gram in New Hampshire, but she was with us in New Jersey for quite a while first. My cat in college, Antigone, may be responsible for keeping me alive. She needed me, even if I didn't want to go on, she still needed food and water and a clean pan. Thank you Tiggy.
I believe I come by my obsession honestly. To some I may appear a crazy cat lady, and I'm okay with that. I share my life with a crazy cat man and hope that I give birth to a crazy cat child.
So Robert, do you still think I'm a tad unhealthy? ;) It's perfectly okay if you do. I'm willing to listen to dog stories any time you want to share. :)
For instance; all the cats are up-to-date on vaccines and check-ups (as of this morning), all are feline leukemia/fiv negative, everyone is spayed/neutered, they are all microchipped, and their litterboxes don't go 24 hours between cleanings. Yes, there are 8 permanent kitty residents, and 8 foster kitties, but I know a woman with 89 cats. And my bill at the hospital is less than $200. So my obsession hasn't negatively affected myself, the darling hubby (who is as bad as I am, or worse), the kitties, or the baby. Plus I get anywhere from one to many kitties to cuddle with at night and can hear purring almost on demand. And there is nothing funnier than a cat having a little fuzzy freak out, or more relaxing than watching a cat sleep.
My earliest memories all have cats in them. Baku accidently killing the butterfly he was playing with, and being very confused when it wouldn't get up. Frisbee peeing on my grandmother's overnight bag the day my sister was born. Barnum catching the chipmunk on my 8th birthday. Cross-eyed Clarence smacking the big dog that ran up onto our porch. (Yes the cats went outside when I was growing up, not now.)
Cats have always been a positive presence in my life. The darkest times in a turbulent youth were those times without at least one cat. I wonder if that is part of the reason my hyper-allergic step-mother opted to keep the little dark tortie she rescued from a crazed war veteran instead of sending her to a shelter. So I would have a cat in my life with them. Pixel did end up living with my Gram in New Hampshire, but she was with us in New Jersey for quite a while first. My cat in college, Antigone, may be responsible for keeping me alive. She needed me, even if I didn't want to go on, she still needed food and water and a clean pan. Thank you Tiggy.
I believe I come by my obsession honestly. To some I may appear a crazy cat lady, and I'm okay with that. I share my life with a crazy cat man and hope that I give birth to a crazy cat child.
So Robert, do you still think I'm a tad unhealthy? ;) It's perfectly okay if you do. I'm willing to listen to dog stories any time you want to share. :)
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Shot Clinic
Once a year, in the spring, WVMC allows employees to bring in their pets for shots, blood work and medication at cost, or close to it. Tomorrow is the annual shot clinic. I am scheduled to have our eight cats seen starting at 8:00AM. Because I have so many critters, I always bake cupcakes for the volunteers and doctors who participate. I am hoping that I get out in time to go to church. But that has not been the case in the past. Although this year they know I really want to get out before 10:00AM and the cupcakes are counting for a bit of volunteering. ;)
So the rundown of what will be happening to our tribe is this:
Everyone will get at least one vaccine. Either rabies, or both rabies and distemper.
Sullivan Boo will get microchipped.
Luna Moth is getting blood work and urine taken for a senior scan.
Anya Gray is getting her bladder looked at with ultrasound and possibly a urine sample taken.
I will be a nervous wreck. The sisters are guaranteed to act badly. I really hope the doctor I'm scheduled with still likes me when it is all over.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Foster Family
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Spring is coming
The crocuses are blooming in the foundation garden, there's still snow on the cresent garden. Ambrose seems to be feeling the tug of Spring even though he was neutered last April. According to the hubby he was chasing the girls all day yesterday!
Kitten season is starting at work. We have a three-month-old kitten who needs a home and a pregnant cat ready to burst, she and her kittens will need to be fostered when she delivers.
Now if the weather would actually warm up and stay warm, that would be wonderfull!
As for the coming human critter; the grandfathers are going to help with the nursery next week. Will has already stripped most of the linoleum off the floor after emptying everything except the closet. There are some benefits to the freezing weather.
Kitten season is starting at work. We have a three-month-old kitten who needs a home and a pregnant cat ready to burst, she and her kittens will need to be fostered when she delivers.
Now if the weather would actually warm up and stay warm, that would be wonderfull!
As for the coming human critter; the grandfathers are going to help with the nursery next week. Will has already stripped most of the linoleum off the floor after emptying everything except the closet. There are some benefits to the freezing weather.
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