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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.

= 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.
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


Dear Kravitz:

I went upstairs to get my laundry shortly after returning home from the comic shop's board game night, and Mom told me something cute about you. She said, "We don't hear a peep out of him while you're gone, and then he starts yowling, and you walk in the door."

So either you're psychic (Mommy-Radar, as my friend Wendy put it), or you can hear my car coming down the drive. Either way, I'm always happy to see you waiting for me at the door. Thank you.

Love and cuddles,
= Me.

These things happen

Dearest cats at the shelter

Not only did I have to go home early on friday due to being sicker than a dog (with apologies to the dogs there) but I also wasn't there today. I had that one final yard sale, got rid of a few more things, at least.


Oh yes, Velvet my sweet ladycat, I know, I know....I didn't feed you friday night. I had spent about an hour throwing up and having diarhea, and wasn't able to even get up. Even then, had to throw up more. So, as you can imagine (or maybe you just don't care) feeding you was the last thing on my mind. You aren't starving.
For all you others here, Missie, thank you for sleeping on my feet, kept them nicely warm. Spike, Tiger, enough of the Indie 500 at 3am. Mousie....did you HAVE to join in on the 3am racing? Angel, someday you will come out of the kitchen and join the others.

Love you all
Dear Lili,

Sometimes you are so hard to fathom. I know so little of your past and your mood is erratic with trust issues and dementia.

Still, I should have put two and two together before now with your recent odd behavior. I think maybe I should apologise and work out a way to make things a little more 'right' for you.

Little Snuggleboots has been gone for three weeks now. It was just his time, hamsters don't live for long.

I'm not exactly sure when you started scratching my cupboard door, each night, at around 10 pm but I've finally worked it out to be around the same time.

Okay, so I'm dull and assumed it was dementia related, but today I looked at Snuggleboots' empty cage which I stored in there and the penny dropped. You had a routine ever since you arrived two years ago, every evening when Snuggleboots woke and came to his cage door for attention and cuddles. You would all go to the kitchen and get a treat. Then you would nap and watch him have his free roam, or in his ball.

You spent most of every day in the same room as him in his cage and while I would never trust you with a human stranger, much less a rodent, you never once looked at him as prey or even seemed bad tempered or jealous with him nearby. You were always kept carefully apart though, except the once when he escaped and I had a heart attack because I found you asleep together on my bed, you curled around him like a mama cat with an odd little kitten. I snatched him up away from you so damn fast but he was absolutely unhurt and chill with you.

I have no idea if my guess is right that you miss the routine with him, or even maybe his presence and I am so very sorry if you have been grieving too or whatever the cat equivalent is.

I have no way to put things back to the way they were. There is a new (much smaller) hamster in the tank in our bedroom and he's not yet got a routine, but we will make one. For now we shall go to the kitchen at 10 each evening, just me, you and Tiesha, and you'll get your treat. If Tiny can wake up that early he can come with us.

You'll get used to the different smell and activity and hopefully be content to share our room with this little fella instead. Maybe then you can stop looking for Snuggleboots in the old cage in the cupboard.

You'll have to forgive me if I make sure Tiny's tank is absolutely secure and you never get within a paw's swipe of Tiny. Maybe you do have a sweet side for certain friends but you are a cat, furthermore you are a very grumpy old lady. We love you anyway.



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