Thursday, December 15, 2011

Lena - Conehead

Hematoma. Stitches are supposed to stay in three to four weeks. So is the collar.

All she wants for Christmas is to scratch her ear...

Sunday, November 13, 2011

A Couch-full of Kitties

I guess if I moved some pillows, we could fit a few more in there...

Clockwise from top--Bart, Sammy, Mimi, Nashley and Precious.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Missing Frannie

I neglected to post after we let Frannie go on August 22nd. I am sorry to have left you hanging. It was just so damned, glacially inevitable. I guess we had a special bond because of her deafness. She was always observant of where we were and what we were doing. She had been through a series of different homes in her first year of life--I figured she didn't want to risk losing us in the confusing, silent world that she lived in.

She knew she was loved, though she never heard those words.

I held her in my arms--to the end and beyond--so she would know she wasn't alone.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Synchronized Sleeping

Precious and Bart enjoy the afternoon sunlight.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Checking the Woodstove

I know winter is coming when the night is a series of soft-focused, almost-awake forays into the shop to check Maxie's wood stove.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Sunday, October 9, 2011


The woman who brought him to the shelter had seen him as a stray for three years.

His two upper canine teeth were broken off, so the shelter had those removed when they got him neutered. His tattered ears show signs of having been frost-bitten at some point.

He loves to sleep between us, resting his paws against us, knowing he is safe and warm.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

When Sammy was at the Animal Shelter

He was named "Conan" at the shelter, and this is how he was presented on Pet Finder in August:

Conan is a 4 yr old rugged looking fellow. He is a total lover boy and will follow you around to" lend a helping hand" every where.

Thursday, September 1, 2011


So, we started the month by bringing home two black cats from the Animal Shelter.

Sammy (formerly "Conan") looks apprehensive during the ride home.

Little Happy explores her new haunts in the back room.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Tipping Point

Frannie June 2011

I don't want the power of life and death.  I don't want to be the one to decide.  But it has come to this and as I watch her struggle through her daily life, I know this is a hole she can't climb back out of.  She has lost interest in food and water and just spends her days dozing uncomfortably, waiting for death.

The worst part is her plaintive meow.  She, who was always so vocal and assertive now sounds as weak as a kitten.

It rends my heart.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Saturday, July 16, 2011


Frannie has been losing weight and began to turn yellow, fighting some challenge to her liver. We have her on medications and she is still eating okay, though she doesn't seem to feel very well.

I fear this will resolve only one way, but as long as she is hanging in there, we will support her.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Rabies Clinic

Mr. Twitch waits his turn
The free rabies vaccination clinic was held today.

I cleaned out the Suburban and scrounged the attic and out-buildings for cat carriers. I planned to take twelve cats in for their shots--but Clarence and Skinny had other ideas, so I ended up with ten cats to transport.

Four in the front...

...and six in the back.

Everyone cried but Max and Twitch. The clinic was well-organized and we were done in ten minutes--I would walk to the door with two carriers and the techs met me with the last two ready to go back. The gang was remarkably well-behaved and we were all back home in a half-hour.

It's nice when things work out.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Wary Skinny

She will share the house with us--but she doesn't have to like it.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Friday, April 1, 2011

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Wednesday, February 16, 2011


I stood on the back porch and called to Max. I had his breakfast ready for him in the shop.

But Max wouldn't budge from his Lava Buns(tm).

Friday, February 11, 2011

Hot Seat

Max is our resident sun-worshipper.

Some of our other cats seem to engage in a primitive rite that involves their toys and the food dish, but for Max, it is always the sun. He makes a point of greeting the rising sun and will spend an hour or more basking in the first warmth of the day.

Max seems undaunted by the rigors his ritual demands of him in these colder months but Denny felt bad for Max. When he saw him this morning, sitting outside on the frosty deck, he took out the insulated seat he uses on the backhoe for Max to sit on.

The idea was an instant hit with Max.

Now he will expect it all the time.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Halfway to Spring

Frannie watches the snow flakes fall--about two-thirty this morning.

By daybreak, there were seven inches on the ground. The sky was overcast and the snow continued relentlessly all day.

Irregardless of that, I think were going to have six more weeks of winter anyway.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

The Precious

She has been a cat in search of a name. After bouncing around the "M"s for a while--Matilda, Magdalene, Madeleine--I started to call her "Mona," based on her mournful mew. Mo-mo for short. "Princess Mona," if you want to believe her.

But, I suppose, since she has fixated on Dennis as her person, his wishes have the most weight.  He just refers to her as "my Precious" in a Gollum-like voice.

So "Precious" is how she will be known.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Alaskan Cat

Max is our first truly "outdoor" cat. He was a terrible housecat and seemed miserable when we forced him to be one. Since moving out to his own shop (the new shop addition), he has been in his own element.

He has a set of trails that he patrols around our property, though when the temperatures have been near zero, as they have for the past few days, he doesn't move too far from his heated shop.

We took advantage of the warmer afternoon temperatures (the heat of the day is around twenty) to go for a walk in the back yard. Max accompanied us in the manner of cats, sprinting from tree to tree and dodging out to ambush us at appropriate times.