Paolo continues to be very sick. Normally, I'd write about Ramona being sick (which she is), but Paolo is just so much sicker. Both of them have upper respiratory infections, but Paolo has black snot all around his eyes and nose. I've cleaned it off, but his face doesn't stay clean long. He's wheezing and you can hear all the phlegm in his ( Read more... )

Ramona moved in to my spare bedroom today.  She's an unusual looking cat -- kind of a mix between a calico and a tortie and something stripy with a very round face.  The meet and greet has not been completely growl-free, so she's going to hang out there for another day and we'll do a gradual getting-acquainted process.

Paolo -- the pathetic guy I ( Read more... )

So I picked up a stray cat on my way to work today.  The poor guy was dragging what looked like a painfully broken leg through the sleety, slushy, cold yuck on Baltimore Avenue ( Read more... )

Yesterday, someone I know called me about a cat her boyfriend found.  I said I would check to see if City Kitties had any room, but we didn't.  I could have offered to foster the cat, but I'm just so tired of fostering cats and so in need of a break.  She said her boyfriend would foster the cat until they move in two weeks.  Then they're not sure ( Read more... )

Us catfolk need YOU!

For reasons too fucked up to go into here (and when are the reasons not fucked up when it comes to problems involving cats?), we are in pretty dire straights.  We have, on our hands, FIVE cats in need of foster homes.  They're all at the Cat Doctor, but we can't board them there forever.  Would any of you Philadelphians ( Read more... )

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One of the trio of stripetastic kittens currently hanging their little
hats chez moi.  This might be Garamond.  Or Marlette?  Or Tahoma?
I might be spelling their names wrong too.  I wanted to name cats
after fonts and Julie and Michelle went with those crazy names/fonts.
I had been thinking Helvatica,  and Ariel,  and Times New Roman.

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If you're going to watch the first half of a documentary about September 11th -- you know, the part where the planes hit and everyone is stunned and  covered in gray dust and you know that things are only going to get worse because the second tower hasn't come down yet -- it's best to do it with at least one kitten by your side ( Read more... )

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There are too many animals in my house.

ETA There is too much poop in my house.