In case you missed it over the weekend, I posted on Saturday about Livia (who still needs a home!). A ton of people shared it on Facebook (for those of you who shared it, THANK YOU so much!), so hopefully the right person will come along and realize they need a Livia in their life.
Liza has a question that hopefully someone(s) out there can answer:
Do you or anyone you know have experience with mast cell tumors in cats? I just found out that Iggypuss has them, and has to have surgery. It’s expensive, but doesn’t look like here are any other options. Just looking for info from someone who has been through it.
Anyone out there have knowledge or experience about this? Please leave a comment or, if comments aren’t your thing, email me and I’ll pass your email along to Liza.
Also! The surgery as mentioned is expensive – if you could chip in and help to pay for the surgery, I know that it would be very much appreciated. You know I always say it, but I insist on repeating it: every little bit helps!
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And if the widget doesn’t show up for you, here’s a direct link to donate.
Lastly, you can follow Iggypuss Rex on Facebook, here!
On Friday I covered for the morning cat room cleaner at Petsmart. This time, I remembered to take along the camera and got pictures of some familiar (and not-familiar) faces.
This is Shania’s brother, Tippin. He’s a talker! He didn’t want to come out of the cage, but once Orlando stormed into their cage, played with all their toys, and sat in their little hidey cave, Tippin decided to go exploring.
This is Tomato. (She had siblings named Bacon and Lettuce, of course) She was initially adopted out as a kitten in 2008, but returned earlier this year. She’s a sweet girl, and gets along well with the other cats, though she was mostly interested in watching the other cats play from the safety of her cage. It always amazes me when torties aren’t adopted immediately.
Recognize this one? This is Tricki. She was a little nervous at first, but either she remembered me or was reassured by my petting. I coaxed her out of her cage for a while, and she slunk around and batted at a few toys.
Ugh, adoptions are just so SLOW right now. It’s driving me nuts!
I wish Sheriff Mama (Kara) didn’t have to wear that collar* all day long. It messes up some really good pictures of her!
*The collar works with the underground electric fence we have around the back yard (we have a physical fence, too.) If she gets too close to the fence, the collar beeps a warning. If she keeps going, the collar will shock her. At this point, all she needs to hear is the warning beep, and she runs away from the fence. She does, however, test her boundaries constantly, and if the battery in her collar is dead, she knows it within a few hours. We’ve managed to reinforce the physical fence enough that none of the other cats can get over it – so they don’t need to wear collars – but she’s tiny and wily and EVIL, so wear the collar she must.
2013: No entry.
2012: No entry.
2011: “What you mean it’s not eatin’ time yet? Izzat a trick statement? It’s ALWAYS eatin’ time!”
2010: The Bookworms illustrate just how terribly difficult and grueling their sad little lives are.
2009: But Phyllis just sits there.
2008: River has decided that he’d rather kinda like to be out of that thar kitten room.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.