It’s Okay!

At first, I LOL’d over Monday’s “Shame Your Pet” cat calendar page. I have a cat that yowls at 3:00 am out of pride for the smelly Baby Ruth he leaves uncovered in the litter box. Yeah, cats are weird. Then again… There are times when I think we’d all like to yowl about something at 3:00 am or any time of the day over the things that bring us joy. The first bike ride of the season. The coolestRead more

The Talkative One

This guy. Doesn’t always know when to shut up. He is the most talkative, boisterous cat that has ever owned me. Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow. The reason for the non-stop cat calling? Not sure, but I have a few guesses: I’m hungry Pet me I’m hungry Love me I’m hungry Pay attention to me You’re home now, which means I’m hungry Play with me I’m hungry Are you eating without me? I’m hungry Is NatashaRead more

Kitty Kat Blues

This one has the Kitty Kat Blues. He’s not feeling well. We’re in the middle of Round 3 of antibiotics for what appears to be a bladder infection. That was the result, twice, of urinalysis. Except that Gibbs only responds positive for a few days, then returns to frequenting the litter box with a dabble of pee here, a dabble of pee there. The litter looks like it’s been hit with shotgun pee pellets. The boy wanders in there everyRead more

The Island of Misfit Pets

Originally posted on The Jackie Blog:
photo cred: tao lin on Flickr ? I did it guys. I finally got a new cat. I know you were worried. That’s why I sent out last week’s blog post as a silent cry for help on the wind rather than written words. Because I was preoccupied with forcing two distinct members of an incredibly territorial species to work through determining who the Alpha between them will be without losing fur or blood…

The Insanity Cage

“Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage.” ~Ray Bradbury~ In this instance, a bit of insanity prevailed. Neither Gibbs nor Ziva like their cages (a/k/a evil cat carrier), and they definitely do not like the car ride. Both should be thankful. Their annual trip to the vet was delayed by six months due to their human’s schedule and lack of desire to take them out into freezing temperatures and snow. Last week Tuesday wasRead more

Talkin’ Food

He’s a talker, that one. I wish I knew what he was saying. He wants something. Perhaps love. Perhaps prey. Or perhaps nothing but to hear the sound of his own plea. Food, human, food! Don’t you understand? He yowls, that one. I wish I knew what it meant. Is he scolding someone? For the bane of winter enclosed? For lack of a thousand cat toys? Or maybe nothing but to admire the sound of his own majesty. Food, human,Read more