So Long, Old Buddy

I lost my Buddy on April 28th.

Technically he wasn’t really mine. Buddy was our neighborhood cat a few of us cared for when his so-called guardians ignored him. Truth be told, they didn’t deserve a unique, engaging character like Buddy.buddy on lawn againLet’s call his so-called guardians The Heartless Ones just for clarity sake, shall we? So The Heartless Ones have dogs that live indoors but their cats are generally relegated to the porch. Not allowing them inside defeats the purpose of having them, don’t you think? Buddy thought so. Therefore, he looked for greener pastures. And he found them. Continue reading

You’re Hired!

So I’m walking through my family room last Friday. To clarify, I also walk through it every other day of the week. After all, it IS on the way to my favorite place — the kitchen. This is evident by my protruding belly. But on this day, out of the corner of my eye, I caught something furry hunkered alongside the Ab Roller I haven’t used in weeks. Again, evident by my protruding belly.

lonely ab roller Lonely ab roller

My first thought upon seeing this wad of fur: What did the animals bring in now? My second thought: How to catch and release it outside, assuming it’s still alive? And that’s when I saw it. No, it was not a mouse or a rat. Nor was it a bird or a bat. Could it be a squirrel or perhaps a cat? Oh me, oh my, what IS that?!Dr. SeussOkay, so I’m no Dr. Seuss. I’ll end your suspense now. Drum roll please… Continue reading

Where Did I Go Wrong?

My dogs wear diapers.

Yes, you read that correctly. I have diaper-wearing dogs, otherwise known as Skip and Nellie. Only Callie sleeps au-naturel. So I ask you….where did I go wrong

No question I’m an animal lover. In fact, I have a slew of them. But recently I’ve been forced to admit I may not be the greatest guardian. I mean, really. Who else do you know that diapers her dogs before bed? Nobody, right? I knew it. There’s something wrong with me.

All my animals use a dog door to come and go into the backyard. Well, maybe not ALL of them. There’s Skip, my incredibly adorable Corgi mix who sucks on a blanket like a baby with a pacifier. He hit a home run in the too-cute-for-words department but struck out when it came to having smarts. I call him my special child.

Skip and his ever-present blankie Skip and his ever-present blankie

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Never a Dull Moment

Until recently, I sported scabs on both temples and another at the base of my nose. Yes, I was the recipient of an unprovoked altercation where apparently I was the loser. In fact, it happened so suddenly I couldn’t defend myself.

I mean, who knew torbies were a bit bi-polar?

A couple months ago I adopted feisty Tippi, a feral kitten I trapped living under a grocery store. She tamed down nicely but her chronic upper respiratory infection didn’t respond to treatment, making her unadoptable at the humane society. So now she’s mine. Or, if you ask Tippi, I’m hers.

In the short time I’ve had Tippi-toes, I’ve discovered she’s not what you’d call boring. Even so, I thought she’d be like my 3 other cats: easy-going, mellow and predictable. Let me clarify something; Tippi in no way resembles any of those adjectives. When she’s lovey-dovey, draping both arms around my neck, nuzzling me in a warm embrace, I know that tender moment can evaporate as quickly as a puddle in the desert.bipolar cat

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Animal House

what was I thinking

I promised you in a March, 2014 blog (Here We Go Again), that I was perfectly happy with my 3 dogs and 2 cats. No way was I going to adopt another 4-legged creature anytime soon.

But you know what they say about best laid plans

You see, I foster “challenging” cats in an attempt to make them adoptable. These felines are what I call conflicted. I think that sounds so much nicer than psycho, don’t you? Turns out cats are just like people in how they can be a tad unbalanced.

Not what I meant

Not what I meant

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