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Dear Cats...and dog...

Chloe: I know you're overwhelmed with a puppy and a kitten coming into your house at the same time. But can you at least try to be nice? Murray just wants to play with you. He's a friendly kitten and he wants to be your friend. I know you have to tell him you're the top cat. And you stay away from the puppy anyway. But quit being mad at all of us, will you? We love you too. I love petting you if you'd quit trying to bite me.

Murray: Leave my cords ALONE! They are not chew toys. And learn that 1am is not when the human wants to play. We want to sleep. Also, Chloe's tail is not a toy, so leave it be or she'll just slap you and hiss at you again. Our feet are not toys either. Those claws are sharp.

Zoey: I know you want to play with Murray, and he wants to play with you. But, you are a little over his size now and climbing on top of him and trapping him in the corner will not endear him to you.

My bit of an update for the week

For all those at the shelter and Petsmart

I know there are at least fifteen of you grey tabby kittens. All of you look alike, and, frankly, after the vet just tossed you guys into whatever cages, you're all mixed up. I don't know if I put Sage, Sassy and Sissy together, or if Gerald was put in with his sibs. Thank goodness Gin, Tonic and Martini are all different. Of course, now there is Brandy, and about four others, all grey tabbies. Enough to make me want to cry, since you are all the same coloration, size and everything. The only differences, some are boys, some are girls, and a couple of you are medium haired. Oh well....once you all get adopted, I won't worry. Might have to get some cheap collars though...just so I can figure out who is who.

Now, to the rest of you. RIP Ginny. You were a fantastic mama cat, and if you had shown the slightest bit of improvement, I might have suggested we hold you as a barn cat. Lunging at us when Ronnie tried to get you with the cat knabber...I think he has a slight understanding of what I've been going through with you these past three months. Not that Yvette is any better. Your kitten, Yvette will be taken from you in a couple of weeks, at that time, your fate too will be sealed. Sorry, pretty girl.

To Mars, Midas, Waldo and the new one, you guys are no longer feral, that means I get to weigh you, check you out, vacinate if needed. 'yay' Waldo...if you indeed do have ringworm, we have a problem. I don't have anywhere to isolate you. the only thing I can do is put a towel over your cage and make sure to continue to lyme dip you. All you other kittens...I'm doing my best guys, but the boss doesn't see any reason to get actual kitten food. (and it took him a week to get rabbit food)

OJ, you are do much better. Start cuddling up to people and you'll be gone. Three legged cats always get adopted. For everyone else, whiskers up...adoptions seem to be up, so there is always hope.

Cats at home...sighs....I know, I'm tired. Always like this this time of year. Missie, I'm sorry girl, but the kids went through the time, trouble and money to get that nice bunk bed, I'm going to use it. (although I can see getting one of those foam toppers, getting too old to have a hard mattress) Yes, that means, I'm no longer sleeping on the couch. You'll have to find someone else to cuddle up to...there are five other cats here...be nice, maybe they will clean your butt.

To my cats at work and at home

Dearest cats at work,
You spill my blood nearly on a daily basis. You make me smile, laugh, cry, get angry, get scared. Some of you come up to me and want a cuddle, others seem to want to kill me. I fall in love at least a hundred times a day, and want to walk out dozens of times a day. I hate getting up to go to work, but can't stand the thought of not going. I'm so glad when it is time to go home, but hate the thought of leaving.

I've seen so many come in, go out, have problems of various kinds, and sadly, seen so many who had to be put down due to various things. I may not remember all their names, but the glance of a cat can make me remember something that can bring a smile, or a tear.

I clean cat boxes, cat litter,floors. I cuddle and love over the scared kittens, when I can, try to make all of you adoptable. I do my best with what I have.

What I truly have is a deep and abiding love for all of you, those in shelter, those who have been and gone, and those who will be coming in. I also have hope and faith that as many of you that come in, most will be adopted by loving and furever homes. This, more than anything, should tell everyone, why I love my job. Even when it is one heartbreak after another.

Yes, I am the cat lady.

Now, to the ones at home....
Velvet, I know, it's summer, the time you just don't eat that much. Well...not a lot I can do about that, my toothless wonder. Except keep tabs on if you're eating at all.
Missie, now nicknamed Missie the Hut....are you actually (gasp!!!) LOSING WEIGHT????? Seems so, since you can almost clean your own butt. Of course, if you would be nicer to Spike and Tiger, the two boys would probably be happy to help out. Yes, I know, Tiger is more like a dog than a cat, still...he grooms Mousie all the time.
Angel, you are doing better. Not that I blame you for hiding in the kitchen. Having a seven year old who...frankly needs a LOT more discipline that he gets at home (not to mention, a STABLE homelife, not going from house to house with slutmama, and whoever she's banging this week....thank the Goddess she's not my actual daughter...but son in laws daughter by first wife...still, I just want to slap her silly, beat her until she begs forgiveness, then take her kids away) but still....he can be a fairly good kid....and he's slowly (very slowly) beginning to learn a few things. As for you two...Spike, Tiger....yes, sure....try to cuddle up to Missie. She at least is front declawed. (and has roundly defeated Spike by powderpuffing at least twice) Just do me a favor...don't go after the Queen and Empress of all she Surveys....aka Velvet. She HAS claws, she is not afraid to use them. Love you two goofballs anyway.

Hey, Methuselah.

Dear Kravitz:

Holy crap. You're really seventeen this month. Seventeen! That's the longest any of my family's pets have lived while in our ownership. I didn't know we'd make it this far, especially with needing to get all your poor teeth removed, nuke your thyroid, and then deal with your failing kidneys. But you're still here, a little slower, a little more sleepy, yet in surprisingly good health for an old man.

Thank you for sticking with me. Thank you for tethering me to life when I wanted to complete my will and get it over with. Thank you for cuddling with me in bed and purring away as we slip into slumber. Thank you for giving me your opinionated sass, for sitting with me on the couch while we watch TV, for making me laugh, for giving me a reason to come home at all when my basement-mates were driving me mad. Thank you for healing my heart and allowing me to adopt you when I was still lost due to having to put down my little Dachshund Simon.

In short, thanks for everything. I hope that however long we have, I make you as happy as you've made me.

Love,
= Me.

More notes to the cats

Ian, you silly boy....stop with the biting, ok? Yes, I know, you don't like being picked up. Gonna do it anyway
Maple, Sweetie, Buttercup, Shandi, Ken, Rasberry, Rhubarb, Birdie, BooBoo, Jack, all of you are just waiting, don't worry, there are people out there.
Jinx, Scraps, Carmen, you are next. Well, ok Carmen, you're still on hold.
Oj, I'll see how you are doing now that the vet has amputated that leg. You're a sweet boy, you should go fast.
Lavender you really are shaping up to be a lovely girl. White with blue eyes. Sad to say that white cats don't seem to do well here. We'll see if you can break the jinx.
Dandy, enjoy your new job as barn cat. Glad you're gone.
Ginny, you are a GREAT mama. Your babies are fat, eyes open, and beginning to move around. They even seem to be ok with people, despite you being so wild and mean. Don't worry, lovely girl, they will be fine with people, and they should go pretty fast, in a couple of months.
These next few weeks will be interesting though.

Tiger, Spike....not much I can say to you two silly boys. Angel, stop puking on the furniture ok? Mouse....you're fine, my two are not going to hurt you....I hope. Missie, bath time my dearest dainty darling. Velvet....if you would EAT, the others wouldn't eat your food. I am NOT going to stand there and watch you.

More from the shelter

Hurrah for you two Moon and Sun...you got adopted TOGETHER which is great. Sirius, you were taken home by your owner, which is even better. Buttercup, I'm sorry, but your owners decided that they didn't want you after all. Well, that is ok, big boy, we'll find you a good home. Hopefully, you won't run away again.
Kittens, you are being adopted,slowly. Toadstool is gone, and it looks like a couple more are gone as well. that means....Titania, Oberon and Maude....you three are next on the list. I'm thinking you three will go just as fast, if not faster, being that you three are just the sweetest things. All purrs and cuddles. Shooter, you are just adorable as well, with the added benefit of being just about two months old. One big eyed stare and someone will melt like ice on a steaming hot sidewalk.
For all my adult cats, Birdie, Annabelle, Maple, Sweety, Loki, Buttercup, Ian, Shandi, Ken, Rasberry, Rhubarb, that means, you've got competition. Still, those kittens are not up front, so you guys and girls can shine. Yes Ian, you are more or less the 'lobby' cat for now. Do me a favor, don't trip anyone up, ok?
Ginny, I'm NOT hurting you or the babies, chill out. Rosemary, you are taking SUCH good care of Basil, BooBoo, you need to get your fur back, Scraps, you still look like a kitten who got hit by a car, but at least you're mending. Razz, Jinx, Dandy.....I don't know what I can do with you three.

Missie, Velvet, you do NOT need to continue to tell the others that you two are now queens of the house. Mousie....glad to see that you're beginning to cuddle up to me. Tiger, is there a brain in that head of yours? I see you looking, but honestly, light is on, but no one is at home...Spike, can I have my chair? Angel, you are so sweet, but let us be honest, you are NO match for my evil calico lady. Missie, maybe, but not Velvet. Yes Missie, despite the fact you weigh in at about 20 pounds, you are STILL my dainty darling.
Ok...
To the six kittens, maine coon mixes, you guys and girls are now ready for adoption. Our Adoptathon is this weekend...that means, Appaloosa, chill out you furry terror...you are the second cutest of the bunch (Toadstool being THE cutest, love those HUGE ears)
Ginny, you had your kittens, so you are, in fact, saved from euthing....for now.
Birdy, Maple, you two were both spay/aborts, hard decision on you, Birdie, but one must realize that economics do come into it. Get you done, even though your kittens were due within a couple of weeks, and get you adopted and out...or trust that your sweetness and lovely looks would breed true, but have to have you and kittens for three to four months. Maple, you weren't that far along, and you were just way too skinny.

As stated, adoptathon this weekend, so yeah....everyone at the shelter who is ready...chins and whiskers up. As many as possible will be heading out to the adoption area, with, one hopes, lots and lots of people ready to take home a new companion.

For my 'at home' cats....that flea treatment did NOT hurt you. All it is is apple cider vinegar, a bit of baking soda and water. Actually....I think the treatment is to get the vinegar inside you (excessive grooming follows said treatment) which kills the fleas from the inside....like a MUCH cheaper version of capstar. So far, no fleas, so I will continue the vinegar in the water (and I'm doing that in the shelter as well) and the once a week spray down, so we can also check on everyone (Missie....I'm looking at YOU) for any fleas)
In the meantime, much hugs and pettings....and Missie....could I have a LITTLE bit of room for my feet? I'm old cat...I can't sleep all scrunched up.
Sad tidings, Scruffy, Sylvester, you two were both felv+. Both put down, and I hope to meet you both at the Stone Bridge. Hugs to Mirage, you turned out Fiv+ and were taken to the rescue for such. Live long and prosper my lovely boy. Monkey, you got so sick, but we could NOT get to even touch you. Sadly, you too had to be put down. Your brother now has a home, not that he was any nicer, but he is now a barn cat. You evil feral kittens are now fostered, except for one. I will get you to cuddle yet. Love my long haired orange kitties....I've so many of you.

Ken, I don't think you're getting better. That prolapsed prostate...nope, not good.
Czar, you're now at Petsmart, you can WOW them my boy. Sunshine, Moon, KittyGirl, Muffin, and all you others at Petsmart, chins and whiskers up, and act pretty....at least until you get adopted, then you can act like you always do.

Sky, you'll be going home ASAP. Ian, Gracie, Terry, Mittens, Tilly, Trip, you're all getting better, no sneezing, so pretty soon.

Larry, Tiffany, Random, Shandi and Percy, you do brighten up the lobby.
Now for the squees....Enoch, Dinah, Delilah, welcome to the shelter. Three of the CUTEST kittens. One grey and white (Enoch) one tortie (Delilah) and my fave calico (Dinah) Just two months old, not the first kittens to come in, but three of the prettiest so far. We are supposed to get Mama in as well, but she is recovering from her spaying. Hope she is a pretty girl too.

Missie, when you sleep on my feet, you KNOW I move now and then. Deal. Tiger, Spike, my sleeping area is off limits during the nightly Indie 500. Velvet, you are taking those joint pills. You just don't know it. Eat your canned food like a good girl and you'll continue to feel less stiff and achey. For all of you...flea season is upon us, you WILL get the flea treatments. ONe way or another. That is not a threat my loves, that is a promise.

Dear cats at work and home

Czar, Ian, Sky, Larry, Terry, Spike and Ken,
You are my sickies. Hoping all of you get better and soon. Sky, someone wants you, and we just need to cure the sneezings. Well, the same is for all of you. Hugs to all of you, take your meds like the good little furballs I know you can be. Spike, I know, that stuff tastes HORRID (got some spit into my mouth...YUCK) still, that wound on your side is finally closing up. Get healed up, fixed and you too can get a furever home.

Mittens, Stacey, Gracie, Random, Kittygirl and Shandi....you are my 'adoptables' for now. Sadly, there are not a lot of you. Still, you are all looking VERY good indeed. Whiskers up ladies, and Random, there are homes out there.

Scruffy...I think you're a burmese mix under the hair loss, general horrid condition. I'm sure you can be a handsome boy, should you not be sick. Lupine, I so feel like telling that whack job of a lady who adopted you, (then brought back because of a little blood in his stool...I've not seen any) that as a long haired cat, you NEED to be inside and BRUSHED often. Otherwise, you'll get mats. Oh..and she needs to take you to HER vet. (if we let her take you back) Mirage, soon lovely boy, you'll be out front as well.

For those not so dear cats...all you ferals....I'll feed you, I'll clean your cages. Monkey, Shakespeare, I know you two were brought in by your former owner, still...you've been hissing, growling and lunging at me from day one. As to you little kittens, I'll tame your asses yet. Feed you until you can't eat any more, and start in on the lovings.

Velvet, Missie, I'm so glad you two are creating YOUR places in the new house. I know, I dumped you two down into a place with four other cats AND a toddler. Velvet, you've pretty much shown everyone here that you are NOT to be messed with. You can tame down the hissing and growling any old time. I'm NOT impressed. Missie...I'm sorry my lovely girl. But...as a ragdoll, and a fat cat, toddler has decided you are 'her' cat, and a wonderful pillow. Tiger, Spike, Mouse, Angel, thank you for the snurslings and such. Yes, I will continue to get up early, make sure you all have food and water, and a clean litter box.

My Ever Adoring Children

Dear Daenerys,

It's come to mind that you have been with us for about two years or so now. You have been nothing short of the sweet little girl I had hoped for. I love how much of a daddy's girl you truly are. You have really adapted well to the home we have given you, which makes me quite happy. You are nothing short of an angel, though you have your moments where you don't quite listen very well to what you are asked to do, like stop eating plastic. We are getting better at picking up the plastic, which means you don't have a lot of that around. You are so sweet to your brother, which makes me very happy. I'm proud of you little girl.

Dear Sir Faithful,

You are a rambunctious little boy, but I wouldn't have it any other way. You've brought joy to the house and lots of laughter. I love your sweet moments where you demand your cuddles, and you receive them ten fold. I love how you taught your sister how to be a cat, and that it's ok to go crazy of her favorite toy. You're turning two soon, and it's really hard to believe! But you sure have grown since we first took you home. You just keep growing! I'm proud of you little boy. Keep being the sweet little boy you are, and I will always be a happy momma!

Much Love,

Your ever adoring momma

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