“Uh… Heather? Can you come here for a second?” David’s voice sounds hushed, a little odd. “O…kay…” “We have some visitors at the back door.” Who? Who would be walking all the way to the back door? Everybody comes to the side door – the one to which the other door, the first side door…
Minuit hated the kittens as soon as they entered our home. Despised them. She exhibited such violent loathing that we frequently had to physically remove her from their backs and spray her with water. At the age of 4, Minuit was well-on her way to being crotchety (not to be confused with crochet-y – although…
We turn them crazy… our cats. They start off normal, but somehow along the way, they lose their little cat minds. After a move, or the introduction of new kittens – they invariably go off their nut. Minuit went mental when we went to live in New York for 6 months. She had been fine…
Toms and Kittens, Strays and Collared, the Curious and the Curiouser… Step right up!!! We welcome you to the Best, the Brightest the most BREATHTAKING of playgrounds! A veritable CAT CARNIVAL! Mainzer Cat Circus circa 1950s Never in your cat lives have you experienced such Magic, such Mayhem, such MAGNIFICENCE!!! Stare for hours at…
It didn’t really come as a surprise that it’s dirty. The basement, I mean. Seeing as its floor is comprised of dirt and gravel. And seeing as the foundation leaks a titch, it should also have come as no suprise that the dirt part of the basement has a tendency towards muddy after a…
It’s spring. Honest-to-God, grass-greening-up spring. Warmer air, buds on the trees and… cats. The cats are outside once more. Lazing on sidewalks in sunbeams, trotting up to you when you “puss-puss-pussssss…”, rolling around on their backs, begging for a tummy rub. There I am, walking back from the bank – I’d already had my cat…
We have an indoor/outdoor basement in our new home. Built in the mid-to-late 1800s, the cellar sports a gravel and dirt floor, parts of which are in various states of damp depending on how quickly the snow is melting. The cats are… ecstatic. As indoor cats, their new proximity to ‘outdoors’ has them doing their…
In the middle of moving day. I was at the new house, already unpacking. David was back at the old house to help lead the movers in a second rendition of Should it stay or should it go. “Hello?” “…Hi…” He had a tone. “What’s wrong?!?” “Well, Minuit seems to be…” “What? Seems to be…
It was one of the worst days of my life. My friend Shannon had died. It was about 2 weeks after she’d had a successful stem cell transplant – her prognosis had been good. Except now she was dead. I almost threw up when her partner John told me, my knees threatened to buckle, white-knuckled…
Thud. Thud. Thud. Yowl. Yowl. David and I share a glance. Shake our heads. Thud. Thud. More pitiful yowl. “I don’t understand why she has to be in here with us. Rissa’s door is wide open – she could just be in there.” Thud. Thud. THUD. We jump. “She put her whole body into that…