Well...I guess with Moon, Baker, Croker and the others who turned out to be felv pos. You are all with Bastet now, I hope, when I too go to the Summerland, I'll meet up with all of you, for a last cuddle. Especially my Zorro cat, with the weird bushy last two inches on his tail. A very weird cat to be sure. You two, Baker and Croker, well, you two were feral, and male...very male. I hate it when we get feral cats into the shelter. There isn't a damn thing we can do.
Ishtar, Luna, Nix and Riggles all got fixed, so...Riggles, you're home now. I hope you're being a good mitten kitten. We're working on getting Pyewacket well enough to go home. Luna, Nix, I hope you two are being good at Petsmart, along with the others. If you're not already adopted. Two calicos? You two are sweet as well. If you do come back, you'll have to teach Buttons about that.
Eric, Alice, you two are my 'lap cats' now. Alice, I didn't think would be too skittish, but Eric you really surprised me boy. You didn't want to explore the kitten room, play with the toys or anything. You wanted to sit on my lap and be petted. You are not going as a shop cat. I'll send Sour Pickle instead. She's not a 'people' cat, so she'll be just fine. If they don't want her, well then Aesop or Bob. Heck, maybe I'll send Vanyel. She's a long haired cat, if its cold, she won't freeze. Maybe she'll do some good. If she will just lower her dignity for a bit of mousing.
Scruffy, Moe, Isis, Elesa, I should be able to get you four ladies out. Even though you'll have just been spayed, well, I have to get some room back there. Ishtar, take your meds like a good kitten, and stop trying to claw my face off. I want you out.
Natasha, Boris, Buttons and Delilah, your turn is coming. We just need to wait until you are off hold. Hopefully, you're all felv neg, so I don't come into more empty cages. That sucks. Thor, you too will be neutered. You're a lovely long haired black boy, we just need to de mat your tummy.
Missy, Velvet, am I going to have to change food dishes around? Missy is always eating from Velvets dish, and vice versa. I could just same myself some aggravation and put both dishes together and let you two fight over them. Well, at least with you, Velvet, I don't have to worry about you not eating much. You're always right there when either of us are eating, and demanding to lick the bowl or plate. I will say this, I've had dogs do a worse job.
To all my cats and kittens, both at work and home, yes, I will continue to sing. I know I probably sound like a sick mule, but that is not MY problem. As long as Andrew Lloyd Weber or Meatloaf don't hear what a mashup I'm making of their music, you will continue to get your ears violated by my singing, deal with it.
We had to say good bye yesterday and it was the hardest thing mommy and I went through. We miss you terribly. Our home is very quiet with you gone. I know I did right, your kidneys gave up on you and you were in pain, I couldn't let you suffer anymore. You were truly a special boy. You loved us unconditionally and we never forgot. Dad had given you to me and now you're with him. I will always remember the night we came home and found out you opened our refrigerator door for some pork fried rice with a smile. You gave us many memories to smile and remember fondly. I'll miss your shoulder cuddles, they were my favorite. I always loved having you. I know we made the right choice my boy, but it hurts to make such a choice. We will take good care of your brother for you and give him all the love he needs. I love you my boy and always will. Say hello to Muppet and Gilda for me.
Your Grieving Momma
Alton, Alfred and Alonzo, you three have been gotten ready for adoption. You three orange and white boys will be great, I know it. You're all friendly and silly kittens. Just what goes the fastest. Pyewacket....you could be adopted, but with runny stool still....I don't know. You are eating well, might restrict your water a bit, just give you some once an hour, see if that firms things up. Riggles, sighs..my mitten boy. I do wish she had gotten you fixed as well. That would have been great. Six toed kittens are always wanted.
For my ladies, and the two gentlemen in the back. Chins up, guys and gals. We'll get you fixed too. Even if we have to ferry you all to the local vet. Isabell....I don't know about you, sweet cat.
Garfield, Moon and Kiki...you three were all tested and turned out positive for felv and fip. I admit to coming home and crying about you three. Well, that and writing a poem that made me cry all over again. I feel better. You three are in the Summerland, with soft laps, gentle hands, soft voices and the Goddesses watching over you. I hope I see you all there when I go. Love you all.
Vanyel, you are our 'cat of the week' now. Be a nice sweet girl, and someone will see the soul within your eyes and take you home.
For all of you at Petsmart, stay positive. There ARE people out there who are looking to take a cat home, not give one up.
AHA!!!! I got you Velvet. Yeah, I now have the picture of you eating from one part of the sandwich, while hubby eats from the other. That will take care of your cuddlecooing self now won't it. Well, probably not. At least now, as you are meowcooing at me because you're 'starving' I can laugh at you. Again.
Missie...I cannot believe that you stayed still when Velvet jumped onto the arm of my chair. I had the BOTH of you there. Which probably explains the look on my face in the picture....who was going to strike first. Didn't last long, still...I'm expecting to walk into the living room any day and see the two of you in one chair. It's only been about a year since I brought Velvet home, after all.
I know you both aren't pleased with the fact that mommy isn't home with you. You've both always had issues with me being away for long periods of time. I'm dogsitting at least until Wednesday, it's not as fun as you may think. I have to be away from the both of you and Daddy. You know how we both hate being separated so please keep Daddy company and give him lots of cuddles. You'll get the lovings as you deserve and food and scritches galore. Don't worry I do have two cats to spend time with as well as those pesky dogs, but I'll always remain loyal to the lot of you. I'm sure you can sympathize with them for having to deal with two wild crazy dogs who are not well trained. One cat seems to not mind their company, the other is petrified and it doesn't help that they chase her each time they see her. I may need to invest in some Feliway for the cats and DAP for the dogs. Or something. I really feel bad for the poor girl. I'm sure you don't care all that much, you want me home and I should be home weather permitting on Wednesday night or Thursday night. They're predicting snow for Wednesday so I may be stuck here for the time being, I do have to go to work still and it's just simpler to take the train 30-60min vs 3-6hr commute. Plus we need someone to be able to stay home with you so that you guys get your medicine, especially you Danielson, I still need to reschedule your fructosomine check all over again due to being home late earlier in the week. But I'm sure you'll be pleased to know it will be booked 3 weeks out due to an already set event that Mommy and Daddy have already planned out. Ah well, it's late my boys and I miss you guys so very much. I will see you soon. Be sure to be good for Daddy and give him lots of cuddles.
Your homesick momma
You are not starving, and if you think sitting on the dresser licking your (empty) bowl with your little sand-papery tongue is going to convince me otherwise . . . well, you're right! I gave in, as you knew I would. Even though there is a full bowl of delicious dried kitty kibble in the kitchen, you conned me into giving you a small spoonful of canned food (something you usually only get in the evenings), sitting there so pathetically licking an empty dish in vain. And, naturally since I gave you some, I had to also give some to your co-conspirators, Casper and Chester. Well done, all of you!
- Current Mood: amused
You and I used to have an understanding of sorts. I let you onto my pillow so you could sleep in my hair. This arrangement has been going on ever since you entered the house as a teeny tiny kitten and became the mog you are now, approximately seven years on. Except for the two nights when you had kitten squits and your normally white paws were brown and we had to bathe you because it was SOOO messy. That was not a hair option time.
But lately there's been a matter of respect and crossing lines. You've been jumping heavily onto my head, waking me from my dreams in the most unpleasant way. And yesterday morning you scratched my eyelid badly, drawing blood. Normally I'd say that was scary in itself. But my left eye never developed properly so I only have one that works. And that was the one you scratched. It was a slightly terrifying moment for me.
So, I'm sorry but...you're banned from the bedroom at night for the indefinite future. And unfortunately, much as I loved having you snuggle up to me and purring happily in my hair, I'm afraid I daren't risk losing my only good eye because of it.
I only wish you could understand this.
Because I love you dearly, little monster. And I'm going to miss our hair snuggles bigtime.
Luna, you're adorable. Not very nice, but there is time. At least you didn't bite or scratch the nice vet who gave you the shot, put stuff in your ears and dewormer down your throat. You're sister is a very sweet lovely girl. The two of you should go fast, if we get you both fixed and if you decide to be nice. (one diluted calico, one not diluted, lovely lil ladies)
Kelly, you got adopted...you GOT ADOPTED!!!! So many of you are gone, the 'old ones' are mostly at Petsmart, all four of you, Steven, Keith, Pickles and Aesop. Poor Vanyel is still at the shelter. Well, doing better at least. I mean, Vanyel is at least letting people pick her up, now.
Bob, Tristan, Yoda, Moon, Garfield and Shadow....when people see most of you, they like you. You guys just really need to be more friendly. Tristan, I'm looking at you, oh Lord of the Ears.
For all you new cats, welcome to the Humane Society, I'm your human Mommy for the time being. That doesn't mean a darn thing, except I'm the one who feeds you, changes your litter boxes, cleans your cages and gives you cuddles when I can. Alton, Alonzo, Alfred, this is not a problem with you, or with Alice. You four are sweet. Riggles, Kiki, Scruffy and Moe are just as nice, Ishtar, you're getting there. Elena and Francesca, don't worry ladies, you two are lovely white cats, with just a slight smear of black on the heads. Be nice, and you won't be here long. Ah...Isabeau and Mozart...now YOU two are a challenge. Isabeau, you don't like anyone do you. You are a fat black stubby tailed girl with a crappy attitude. Well, I've worked with worse. Mozart....wanna use the litter box? I hope there is nothing wrong with you, and I've seen Bach use said litter box. Yet, all the time, you piss where you sit, and...sit in it. Definately, you are full male, excuse me while I keep the window open.
Ten of these guys all came in at just about the same time. Now, we just need to get kitties tested, then fixed so I can get them out of the Isolation room and out to the adoption floor.
Velvet, eat your cat food, then you may have the leavings of people food....oh, you're not a rabbit, stop trying to eat hubby's salad. Silly girl.
Missie....Missie Missie Missie...jumping up on my lap, while Velvet was there? What a brave girl you're getting to be. Of course, you jumped right back down, but still, you two have been touching noses now for a couple of weeks. Who knows, maybe one day, I'll see you two on the same chair, when I do...picture time.
Say it with me. "Obligate carnivore." The hay the bunnies kick out of their house is not meat (nor is the plastic bag on the counter). And you have food IN YOUR DISH RIGHT NOW. You get tummy stuff already, you don't need to eat the hay to clean out your system.
The meanie pants that cleans your eyes
The bunnies do not want to play with you - Appa will straight up beat your furry little butt if you bother her, and Momo will help her. But it is endearing that you sprawl on your back in front of the condo and make chirpy Pocket noises at them to try and get them to come over and say hello. They'll mellow out eventually, sweetie, but they had a long trip and they're still not sure what to make of Binx the bun upstairs. In the meantime, keep your paws out of the condo.
The one that brushes your teeth
For the love of Bast, I'm sorry I forgot to clean out one of your litter boxes! But there were two others that we clean. You didn't have to pee on the unclean litter box! Thanks for that mess. I'm eying you Cristobal. I think you were the last one in it. I was GOING to clean it there and then but you were USING IT. And we all know how well THAT goes if I disturb you. At least it was a laminate which means for easier clean up. But STILL. NOT COOL. And I am sorry.
I am so glad you are sticking around. I am so glad that you let me pick you up and pet you. I know you are a boy now! And I know you are happier now that I've gotten Revolution on you. I wish I could so something about all the matts... And the sore under your chin has healed! You lost all your fur but at least it is healed up. Maybe someday soon I'll be able to take you to the vets? I would like to make sure you don't have rabies or anything else horrible. And could you and Jude PLEASE stop boxing through the sliding glass door? It is so very very annoying. Anyways, I don't know why or how you love the snow so much, but I am glad it doesn't seem to be affecting you. But I know you are grateful for the shelter and food I give you. I wish I could let you inside. But my cats would not appreciate that. And I don't know if you are safe to be around them. Sorry, sweetie. But thank you for all the love, purrs and attention you do give me. You are so cute. When it gets warmer I'll stay out more!
Lots of love, your new human.
Thank you for barfing all over my clothes. I know I should have known better than to leave them on the floor. Thanks for the reminder. Ewww.
Love, your human.
Firstly I know you both love eachother dearly and bare no negative feelings or resentment at all for one-another.
You sleep together (mostly on top of me lately), your always playing and I often am somewhat disturbed to walk into the room and find one of you bathing the other.
However let's not have another episode like last night again please!
You started out playing and I have no idea who started it or who took it too far but it definately got too rough when I heard screeching in the next room and came in to find you both in a scuffle and furr flying everywhere!
Lucky your cat daddy came in and split you both up for awhile or god knows what might have happened. You could have seriously hurt eachother and that in turn would have emotionally hurt us.
I don't care whose fault it was but you will both play nice or not play together at all......UNDERSTOOD CHILDREN!
Love your tough but fair mummy!