tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37956320535310958312011-11-27T18:01:59.312-06:00Random snarky blog cataloguing the adventures of first-time home ownership, including finding a litter of kittens under the garden shed, managing finiky adult cats and trying to figure out why the heck the previous owners painted the kitchen red with mauve countertops.Pasadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482801733726620535noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795632053531095831.post-51169396708207045952009-04-24T21:35:00.002-05:002009-04-24T22:11:23.348-05:00

Meet Strawberry, the out-of-focus foster. Not sure if her extremely unusual visage offends the sensibilities of my persnickity Olympus, or if she's simply not used to mugging for the media. Strawberry (as lovingly dubbed by my daughter, Smartypants, because her ears turn a pleased pink when she's pet) is a very rare Devon Rex, and a foster from the Humane Society of North Texas. So... how did we

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Check out this awesome cell-phone leash! I got it from Artsy-Catsy and it's just wonderful. It's custom made, special just for me. I didn't know what I wanted it to look like, so I just sent them a link to a picture of my phone and asked them to make it nice. And they did! The pink and black stones are a perfect accent! ...and the cool thing is, they even sent me a free bookmark with green glass

Pasadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482801733726620535noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795632053531095831.post-31150012114653510272008-09-16T20:47:00.002-05:002008-09-16T20:56:46.988-05:00

Some of you may have noticed that my Mancat Darius sports a hot-pink heart-shaped I.D. tag, and has also been known to wear pink SoftClaws. I would like to go on the record stating that these particular fashion choices are entirely of Darius' own volition. Please record Exhibit A: Why have I chosen to out my lovely miniature puma so cruelly? To send a very strong message. No one-- NO ONE.

Pasadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482801733726620535noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795632053531095831.post-62879346620696933382008-09-13T19:44:00.003-05:002008-09-13T20:12:19.671-05:00

Hugh's Home!Hugh's Home!!Hugh is Home. Ohh, he looks so good! I didn't even know the little guy could look so wonderful. The swelling in his face is gone, his eyes are clear and bright, and he's so trim through the abdomen I'd think he's a Whippet if I didn't know better.He's definitely feeling better, too. The second I let him out into the back yard for what was supposed to be a sedate little

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The Vet called. Let me see if I can put her report in the order of... say, um. Appearance. Order of appearance:HeartwormCardiac DistressPreliminary Kidney FailureBladder InfectionIncidentals:Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever (which is zoonotic and I am FREAKING OUT)(Treated)Hookworm (Treated)So! Hughie contracted heartworm probably shortly after birth. He has a severe case. The heartworm has caused

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Well, I didn't get to amend my blog post last night because when the vet called back...she didn't have much to report. Still waiting on blood test results, etc. I called again this morning and I guess she has to call me back again.Tell me, Tesla (and thank you for responding regarding your bean's experiences with horrible pet owners. Sometimes I do need perspective), how many times can a client

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...To Max and his Woman, for casting their love and sharing Hugh's story with his friends. Max, you also shared your friends with us, and that is sincerely one of the most generous gifts. Thank you kindly....And to everyone who followed Max over here to show us love and bring us healing strength. Your concern and comments really mean a lot to me and they support my spirits as the hours go by and

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I went and did the most un-Crazy Cat Ladylike thing known to modern man.I adopted a dog.Now, there's this little short-furred brown-eyed wet-nosed skinny-bloated un-neutered funky-smelling bat-eared cringing Rat Terrier with a bullet imbedded under the skin of his rear leg shaped hole in my heart!!!!I'm so worried for my little Hughie. I'm so glad I took him to the vet and I knew- knew--! that he

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This is Solace totally hating on me in my now-trashed still sorta brand-new house:This, my dears, is why: Left to Right: Domino, Caesar and Daisy...Domino: "Dis an intervenshun, lady. You needs a peddycure!!" Periwinkle is convinced she knows how to operate the PC better than I do. Guns is suffering from cute-and-cuddly overdose.I have, through every fault of my own solely through the power of

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Solace being surprisingly adorable. She's really come out of her shell lately. She is proactively asking for attention and is seeking company for her naps. Darius in his pea patch. I planted peas under this chair by the tree, and I'm using the chair for a terrace for the peas to climb. Why? Because the chair doesn't have a mate or a place really in my home, and I'm the type of person who would

Pasadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482801733726620535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795632053531095831.post-71974012535219729452008-04-09T17:00:00.000-05:002008-04-09T17:06:42.405-05:00

You know what I'm talking about. It's like the heebie jeebies. You start thinking about creepy stuff like bogeymen and poltergeists and suddenly your entire house is teeming with denziens of evil. Then, there's cats. You start thinking about them. Then, you get one. Suddenly... there are, like EIGHTY knocking down your door. And none of them, fortunately or unfortunately, are figments of your

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You know what I'm talking about. It starts with that one little flutter of longing in your heart..."Maybe a kitten. Just one. We're such a quiet family, I'm almost bored..."Then, the momentum increases..."Ooh, we could Rescue! It would be great! Rescued cats are so sweet... it's like they know, and they appreciate you more..."And you start shopping on Pet Finder. And you set a date: "I'll wait

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Hi!I created a blog after lurking in several other people's blogs. I realized that I was hearing a lot of questions from friends and acquaintances that I could address with pictures and friendly banter, so I figured, "What the heck?" I spend eight hours a day typing on a computer at work about really dry, boring stuff that usually makes people want to pull their lower eyelids up over their heads

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