Sunday, September 13, 2009


We haven't had a Midget update in a while. She is doing great. Her fur--shaved off by her previous owner--has grown back to its normal length.

She is lively and indomitable, spending a great deal of her time chasing Lola--or anyone else who will run from her. Although she can't jump very high because of her stiff back, she polices the floor and everything up to about two feet above it.

Lola retreats to the top of the cat tree.

I haven't caught Midge up that cat tree yet, but she somehow managed to climb to the top of the cat tree downstairs.

And she was very proud of herself.

Thursday, September 10, 2009


Clarence's sister--and Bart's daughter--Lola is small-boned and fluffy like her mother. She reminds me of two of my favorite cats. She is small, black and fluffy like our Little Miss Newt with the out-going, Gemini personality of Dinky. She's plenty special on her own, too.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

In The Cat Condo

I don't know why I named him Clarence. He just looked like a "Clarence", I suppose.

It was about six years ago that we trapped him and his family and brought them into the world of humans. He is still shy but has an affectionate nature.

Sunday, September 6, 2009


Frannie takes an afternoon nap on the sun-warmed kitchen couch, while the fabric-kitty watches over her.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Another Sunbath

Black Jack spent last summer roaming the neighborhood and scrounging for food. He lost his freedom but gained a home when we caught him last September. He has adjusted well to life as a "kept" cat and although he enjoys the cat run--especially after I put down a fresh layer of hay--he doesn't seem to miss his life in the great outdoors.

He is a very engaging cat. He likes people. So where did he come from and how did he find himself on his own? He is young--probably four or five--but he had been hanging around the neighborhood for two or three years--long enough to learn to distrust and avoid humans.

As always, I'm just glad to be able to offer him a safe place to live.


Edited to correct the name--I called Black Jack "Bart"! Sorry for the confusion.

Thursday, September 3, 2009


Sweet old Grendel--still feral but getting more comfortable around us. I guess she should--she's been living with us now for over a decade. She lets me pet her when I feed her but only in her eating place. The rest of the time she prefers if we keep our distance.

I made a vet appointment for her--a geriatric check-up. She has begun to lose weight and I suspect our time with her is drawing toward an end. I want to make sure she is comfortable and that we are treating any ailments that are treatable. She has taken up so little space in our home but I know that being here--inside and safe with all the other cats--has made her life longer and fuller.