Here comes the sun, and I say, it’s all right. Nineteen pet sits today, up at 5, lots more dogs than cats (this irregular/imbalanced truth often arrives like the rush of retail), Greta and Tala’s (and Sophies [see Come See Me, Sophie]) family leaving later because new baby is teething, colder day, easier on the … Continue reading Here it comes
“I’m not what you think I am. You are what you think I am.”—Unknown. I’ve been blessed and cursed with an overactive, curious mind, swaying from science towards philosophy then beyond to where Rumi lays in that grass and the world is too full to talk about, and always I come back to “I don’t … Continue reading “Cat”
In about five minutes I’m going into a house to try to help a kitty—Henry/Cheeks; a new family to me, an 8 yo recently-adopted rescue—feel safe. Henry/Cheeks is a long-haired grey and white kitty who ended up at Best Friends Animal Society after having been found tied with rope around his waist that was cutting … Continue reading To: “That” guy
The collective anxiety right now is incredible; lots of people unable to feel a sense of safety so it’s coming out as worry, desire to control things and a reaching out for near-constant reassurance from the world which in other circumstances would be eased by their own effort via coping skills and established resilience. If … Continue reading What would my asshole cat do?
“And I wanted him to feel like part of a family so I said, ‘Puppy, this ball is mine. In fact, the toys are mine, the people are mine, and all the areas you see are mine. But hey: don’t worry about it, buddy; we’ll get there.’” (Via Spot, a kitty I sit for)
Or you CAN touch but you’re gonna pay for it. Thank you to my oldest daughter for tagging me in this on Instagram because it’s a big moment in a parent’s life when they’re finally able to connect with their kids on the profound life issues.
Some pics belie the tenderness behind them. Because when I met introverted Earl--whose history included the passing of his former owner, the relatives for whom did not find new homes for his cats and Earl was put on the street--his eyes seemed almost too sad to overcome the emotional hesitation. And as a pet sitter, … Continue reading Muh Earl
Pics of George and I during his full-service snuggle sessions complete with hug, tender paw to face AND nose, with capstone experience to include rolling over on my lap, gazing into my eyes, and listening to me talk about my shit. (from 9/2018) *** I turned 50 years old on October 1, 2018. I’ve … Continue reading Finding home
“Caturday is basically where the spirit’s moved you so powerfully the only thing you can think of to do is demand that humanity worship you.” (Dolly seemed to be clinging to her bed with such ferocity last Saturday that it looked like she might be having a religious experience)
Cheeky had a little catnip before playtime and the last face she makes here titled this video “That Friday night moment when your head flings back with rage and you scream at the couch, ‘Bitch, you did not just do that!’” I think we’ve all been there.