A rescue here in North Alabama is up for a $10,000 grant. If you guys wouldn’t mind voting, it would be very much appreciated! The rescue is called Hard Knocks Rescue and Training, and they concentrate on rehabilitating abused and neglected dogs who are considered “unadoptable” due to anxiety triggered behavioral issues. You can see their Facebook page here.
You can read the article about it here, or vote for them here. Click on the picture of the adorable brown and white dog with his tongue sticking out, and then click on the heart to the left side of the picture to actually cast your vote. (That’s how it works on my desktop – I’m not sure how it works on mobile devices, but I’m sure y’all can figure it out.)
You can vote once a day through Sunday – so please vote!
Was wondering, Robyn, what was it that made sweet Stefan a permanent resident of the Anderson household considering the fact that he left and returned very quickly?
Stefan actually never left and came back – Fred convinced him we were okay, I talked to Susan about him becoming a Challenger’s House cat, got the okay, and about 10 seconds (literally) after I hung up the phone, Fred started lobbying to keep him. I’d love to tell you why Fred wanted so much to keep him – I’m sure that part of it was all the work that went in to gaining Stefan’s trust, but the rest of it was probably due to his innate Stefan-ness, which we haven’t been able to define.
(By the way, speaking of cats who showed up at Crooked Acres, 9 years ago today was my post about how Jake and Elwood showed up.)
Also, updates please on Oksana and Torvill, Katia and Kristi.
How is it possible that Oksana and Torvill have not been adopted? I feel so bad for them, still waiting for their forever home!
Oksana and Torvill were at Petsmart in Jones Valley, but last week they cleared the cat room out so they could do a deep clean. At the moment they’re at Michelle’s house, and will return to Petsmart when the cleaning is done. There was a family interested in adopting them both, but the adoption unfortunately fell through.
As far as I know, Katia and Kristi are still doing well, but I’ll try to remember to ask for details when I see Michelle next week.
I LOVE that cat basket!! Can you tell me where you found it?? I would take a MOOP in it as well.
Edited to add: You can find it at Wayfair, here! (Thanks, Dorothy!!)
I got that cat basket at Coupaw several months ago. Unfortunately, the deal is no longer going on. It’s called The Cat Countertop Storage Basket by Boston Warehouse, and the only place I’ve found it available online is at Fishpond.com, which is located in the UK, and it costs $64. It’s a cute basket, but it’s not really $64 cute, in my opinion (I got it for $14 from Coupaw.)
(I actually had stuffed teddy bears sitting in that basket, but took them out to wash them and store them elsewhere when the ringworm was in full force. I need to get the teddy bears out and see if Moop still finds it as appealing!)
That Moop is one of a kind, however, and will be available after he’s neutered next week. JUST SAYIN’.
I was wondering, now that you live in the “city” and have that fancy fence, however will the wanderers find you? Will Fred have to find them on his treks through the countryside?
After the breath-taking amount of money we spent on vet bills this month, I’m hoping that no wanderers show up for a good long time. To my knowledge Fred has never seen any cats while he’s been hiking (he’s seen several rattlesnakes, though. He hasn’t brought any of those home… YET.)
Is it just me, or does Eliot have a little bit of the LOON going on?
Eliot definitely has a bit of the LOON going on. That girl is a goofy little thing with a loony little face!
Is there any chance Dewey will step up and fill the ‘Uncle-to-the-Fosters’ void Stefan’s passing leaves? IIRC Dewey loves everyone and most everyone loves/tolerates him.
It’s possible, though Dewey has kind of turned into a keeping-to-himself kind of cat. He and Frankie were such good friends at first, and now they really don’t get along. He’ll accept head butts from Jake and Khal, but for the most part he prefers to hang out by himself and only occasionally wander along for a pet or a snuggle.
I love Eliot as a girl’s name – if you wanted to, she could be Ellie, which sounds a little girlier. But I like Eliot!
Ever since Dr. Elliot Reid on Scrubs, I think of Eliot as being a name that works for a boy or a girl. And I’ve actually been calling her Ellie (also Ellie-Belly) since I thought she was a boy!
At first I thought that towel fold up by Arundel’s face was her arm and she looked like she was trying to give you the finger!
YES it does! But she’s such a sweet girl, she’d never…okay, maybe she would!
KENNETH KHALSSON BORKBORK McMOOPERSON! I am shocked! SHOCKED. All these weeks I’ve been thinking he is a sweet vulnerable little runtkitten kept together only by curiosity and a dark-matter floof forcefield. But NOW I find he’s a savage, wild, terrifying predatory animal! That growl is phenomenal…
When he’s challenged, that boy has a serious growl, doesn’t he? It cracks me UP.
That is a great picture of Khal and Jake, lounging in their respective beds. Reminds me of Chandler and Joey when they first got the leather recliners for their apartment.
I can totally see that!
This Russian Blue getting its ‘Loon’ on reminds me of Jake.
That is some loony action for sure (and totally something Jake would do!)
Here’s something that has surprised me this week: ever since Stefan left us, the sheriff has become more vocal. She doesn’t walk around the house howling, but when she comes in from outside, she chirrups and meows, and I have to go check on her to make sure she hasn’t brought in a bird or something else. Occasionally she’ll walk into the room and meow at me – and before this week, she’s been a pretty quiet cat. I would have said that Stefan and Kara didn’t really interact, but I also believe that cats have relationships with each other that we know nothing about, so maybe they were actually best friends.
And speaking of Kara, newer readers might not know that she came to us as a foster a little more than 10 years ago. She was very pregnant – the first foster cat who gave birth while with us, in fact – and gave birth to 4 kittens. One of those kittens was named Inara. Inara was adopted as a kitten, and this is what she looks like now that she’s a grown girl of 10 years old.
2017: “Admit it, innernets. You wish you could have a pillow made of kittens too! They’re very comfy, but wiggle a lot.”
2016: Hemlock was such a hot little mess that day.
2015: Our center is gone, and we are reeling.
2014: No entry.
2013: Hallo there, Norbs. You need a snuggle?
2012: And Wellington, you’re not so bad, either.
2011: The thing about Molly Peppers is that sometimes her mouth writes checks her Paw o’ Doom can’t cover.
2010: Something about grocery day really gets the Bookworms riled up.
2009: his hernia is FREAKIN’ ME OUT, MAN (also: Jake and Elwood show up!)
2008: No entry.
2007: (We don’t let Newt wander freely through the house, because being inside freaks him out and he’ll sit at the door to the outside and howl to go out. He’s not an indoor cat at ALL.)
2006: No entry.
2005: That’s just the way it seems to go for us.