OK, long story - trying to make shorter. Rexie, male neutered Siamese, 3 yrs
old, had since 3.5 weeks old, spoiled rotten - only 'child'.
I find a stray female this summer, starving and so dehydrated she couldn't even
vocalize. But friendly. Started giving her water, then food. ...

Still doing the juggling act of treating Hobo's opposing diabetes and
kidney dysfunction plus Speckles' hyperthyroidism and chronic
vomiting, both with special diets, insulin, and umpteen pills.  Now
there's a new medication on the shelf.  Speckles spent an unusually

Smokey appears cured of face-biting since the incidents in the Face
Biter thread, but the whole thing reminds me of this heartbreaking
memory:
Smokey, a former feral, was taken off CFB Trenton one evening by myself

I have an extra-long braided bootstring dangling from the closet doorknob.
Persia goes nuts over this string.  It gives her I don't know how many
minutes of continuous play time and I don't have to lift a finger!  This is
a good thing since anything resembling exercise makes me want ...

I have just discovered that Otis has begun to use my new sofa as
another scratching post, well actually DH discovered him doing it, he
wouldn't dare do it in front of me, that's how he  got away with
wrecking the old sofa, he does it when I'm not in the house, sneaky

My mom is having a lot of trouble coping with the aftermath of Katrina.
Sometimes it's comical - like when she tries to talk on her cell phone and
disconnects 5 times during our conversation by accidentally hitting the
"off" button (they still don't have land line phone service ...

Firstly, thanks for all the purrs etc., for Waffles. Much appreciated!
Just got back from TED's place.
There was mucho prodding & poking of Waffles, with a cold glass rod stuck up
the place the sun doesn't normally shine. Much listening to bodily sounds...

I'm up in the middle of the night when I have to be up at 6AM to get ready
to take my insurance licensing exam.  I'm doing this at my father's request;
I don't want to sell insurance. (sigh)  Anyway, here I am, awake halfway to
morning.  I'll be fuzzy at best when I leave the house ...

The young man in the apartment across the hall moved out
over the weekend (sort of - he took his TV set and stereo,
but left most of his furniture, some of his clothes, and his
cat).  He was under notice of eviction, since he hadn't paid

Potjie / Mister / Pugsley is litter-box trained, but messy; he digs to
China and scatters litter all over the place.  Still, much better than
the prospect of having to litter box train him.
["Potjie" is an Afrikaans word for a black, cast iron pot and for some

Is unwell. TAking her to TED and having a week's course of antibiotic hasn't
cleared her urinary infection symptoms. So I've got an appointment first
thing in the morning to take her back. I'm still of the opinion there's a
stress-related element to this, as Marble is being a ...

I almost forgot the good news: TED rang me last week and told me the
ringowrm test was negative!! We're not completely out of the woods yet,
as she said there might still be some spores left, but they are
suppressed by the meds. We will take one last test next month (hopefully

The girls have free reign of the house with one exception. They're not
allowed in the kitchen ESPECIALLY on the kitchen counters... I haven't
caught them jumping up there in a very long time... they creep into
the kitchen when they think we're not looking and come slinking out

Since Dante arrived here, my life at home has turned into almost
continuous slapstick, and the Big Dood and the Little Doofus have
become the feline equivalent of the Three Stooges.  Cats spring out of
boxes like Jack-in-the-boxes, bop each other, and go tearing up the