Sick kittehs
A visit to the vet with more than one patient is never fun. Or cheap.
A visit to the vet with more than one patient is never fun. Or cheap.
Little E and I went to eat at the park again the other day, and as usual, the regulars were hanging out, waiting for us. In case maybe we wanted to share our lunch.
The itty bitty kitty is now someone else’s welcoming committee!

Here she is, just a few minutes before her new family came to pick her up. Her name is now Spook, and she’s spreading kitten kraziness to a new home. I hear she’s making the whole family very happy.
Bon voyage, Spooky cat. We were glad to have you here with our motley assortment o’ kitties, but we’re even more glad you’re bringing the pint-sized fuzzy crazy to a new family.… Read more
The Tail Waggin’ Mail Wagon has once again made a pickup and now needs to make a delivery. This would be kitty #6 for us, and with me presently not employed, the sustainability of having the existing five cats is a big question mark. Number Six needs to find a new village. She’s a very pretty kitty.
Meet the latest addition to the pantheon of critters hanging around my house. This one is a first though – we have a new semi-regular who has no paws, but does have wings. We haven’t had one of those before. But this one’s kinda pretty – and potentially very useful on the earning-one’s-keep scale. … Read more
So, Xena has given up on her career of chasing bunnies out of our yard. She used to keep us awake all hours with her quest of vengeance to keep dastardly bunnies away from the house, but evidently our guard-dog has moved into semi-retirement. Or she’s got union-guaranteed bark breaks or something. Whatever. The point is: we suddenly have a healthy population of big brown bunnies roaming our yard.
It started with one particular big (and I mean big) brown bunny, who I named Stu after I noticed he wasn’t going anywhere. That way, he was Rabbit Stu, or at least he would be when Xena got back to the business of chasing and, occasionally, catching and dismantling big-eared yard intruders.
Obviously, it didn’t happen. Soon Rabbit Stu was joined by his friend, Flufferella and Little Johnny (sort of a miniature version of Rabbit Stu – I’m sure you can work out what’s going on here). I wouldn’t be surprised if Flufferella is expecting little Buffy sometime soon. The point is: there are now as many bunnies, and I mean regular recurring cast members, as there are cats. And mom and dad are as big or bigger than any of the cats. There are many copies. And they have a plan.
Xena, what gives? Do we need to find you a trainee dog? Did these little cotton-tailed bastards chase off Todd the Possum and Mystery Cat? Do we need to make like Aussies and build a rabbit-proof fence? Please let us know. Soon. Before Buffy is followed by little Ignacio.… Read more