If you’re in the Cary, NC area, there’s a senior cat who needs a home. The following was posted on the Love & Hisses Facebook page; I don’t have any additional info, but there’s a contact email at the bottom.
Could you help get the word out for my friend who has to find a new home for her senior cat because her (the friend’s, not the senior cat’s) elderly mother has moved in and the cat is posing a safety hazard in that the mother is in danger of tripping over the cat and taking a bad fall (and we know how devastating a fall can be for the elderly). She’s checked two nearby cat sanctuaries, and they are full up and can’t take her cat. She’s going to try contacting local vets this week and is very worried that her only recourse may be to put down the cat. She is in the Cary, NC area. I’m hoping that somehow some solution can be found. I don’t have any info on the cat just yet, but will update when I do. I haven’t yet gotten her OK to post her contact info, so for the time being, people can e-mail me at cfu (at) alumni.northwestern.edu
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A bit of housekeeping: if you look at the sidebar, you’ll notice that I finally put the “adopted!” text on Mr. Stripey and Sungold’s pictures. I’ll leave all those pictures of the adopted Pickles, Weeds, and ‘Maters up ’til this weekend, whereupon I’m going to take them down. (You know there’s a link in the sidebar to a page of all the previous fosters, right?)
Along the same lines, I’m assuming that everyone’s ordered their calendars by now, so when I take down the “adopted!” pictures, I’ll take down the calendar links as well. I’ll probably leave the link to the Stompers store up for the time being just in case anyone has an overwhelming need for Stompers swag.
Which reminds me! Between the calendars, the mugs and other Stompers products, AND the people who bought some “I (love) cats, it’s humans who annoy me” gear, guess how much we raised for Challenger’s House? Go on, guess!
$163 and some change! Considering that in previous years there’s been less than $25 raised altogether, $163 is amazing. I hope all of you who bought calendars and other stuff are happy with your purchase. I bought one of each of the calendars (Stompers will be the patron calendar kitty of the foster room) and I’m loving them.
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Bitsy, starting to tip over – but she managed to catch herself before she fell, and avoided the embarrassment (and the excellent picture) that would have resulted.
“I’ve got it!”
“Or not.”
Baby Beans looks like he’d rather smack Barney than the feather teaser.
I love whiskery kitten profiles in the sun.
“GOT IT!”
Bitsy takes a moment to reflect and remember the time she caught the feather teaser and how awesome it was.
Baby Beans is reflecting that the feather teaser could have been HIS if that stupid Bitsy had just stayed out of the way. HMPH.
The Beans now have the run of the house during the day. After I got back from Petsmart on Saturday, I opened their door and let them have the run of the upstairs. It was my intention to do that for three or four days and then let them have a little time in the rest of the house and see how it went. But of course Fred is too impatient to do things the RIGHT way, and on Sunday he said “Let’s let them out into the house!” I hesitated and he said “I’ll take that as a yes!” and went up to do so.
It went just fine, as it always does. Bitsy and Barney are a bit more drama queen-y than I would have expected them to be, and Baby Beans just wants to be friends with the big cats (which honestly surprised me a LOT). I was laying on the couch Sunday afternoon, and Bitsy was laying against me. She started whining and growling, and I looked down on the floor to see Corbie looking up at her. Just looking, but she was all “DON’T LOOK AT ME! I KEEL YOU!”
Nothing less threatening than a growly, hissy kitten, by the way.
Another thing that surprised me – but shouldn’t have, given how he got his name – Baby Beans really came to life when he walked into the kitchen and smelled the meat loaf I was making for dinner. Oh, his eyes got all BRIGHT, and he paced me as I walked across the kitchen, and then when I sat down to eat, he said “DON’T MIND IF I DO!” and tried to stick his face in my plate. I was able to dissuade him with the help of the can of compressed air, but he remains positive that the kitchen is where dreams are made.
They – specifically Bitsy – were very unimpressed when we put them back into the foster room at bedtime, and Bitsy whined for a while, then settled down for the night. First thing in the morning, as soon as she heard me moving around, she was yelling for me to come let her out.
Spoiled rotten, those kittens.
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Yesterday was so cold (33ºF) and rainy and dismal that all Newt wanted to do is cram himself into a warm spot and sleep the day away.
Later in the day, after a bite to eat, he moved to a box for a change of scenery.
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Previously
2012: No entry.
2011: No entry.
2010: “Flu, my floofy tail. She’s just lollygagging! Get in here and give me my pettins, woman!”
2009: No entry.
2008: All in all, I like the Roomba.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.