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National Cat Day

28 October 2009
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Tomorrow is National Cat Day.  As a dedicated cat lover, I have been asked by my feline overlords to remind you that, while many cats have found loving and attentive human servants, there are many, many more orphaned and starving kittens who are sorely in need of a home.

If you can possibly find room in your home for a homeless cat, the folks over at the National Cat Day website have set up an adoption portal with links to the major adoption resources and sites, all of which are well-regarded.

If you already have a feline master or mistress (or a few), I would also remind you to ensure that you have them spayed or neutered, to prevent the growth of the already over-abundant population of homeless cats.  If you don’t already have a cat, and are in a position where adoption isn’t a feasible option, donations of food, old towels, and such are always welcome at shelters and cat fostering agencies.

If, however, you’re just not certain, well, there are so many things I could tell you about how living with my cats has added something to my life. They are such individual creatures, each one with a different personality.  Among my four are a vain, attention-seeking princess, a gentle giant, a roly-poly clown, and an ever-present helper. When I’m at rock-bottom and none of my human friends can cheer me up, they never fail to offer comfort or make me laugh in some way.

Some cats can be difficult, yes — one of mine can’t stand to be touched, and doesn’t like to cuddle — but sometimes the difficult cats can turn out to be the companions you miss the most.  My first cat, my constant companion for nearly 20 years, was notoriously mean to anyone who wasn’t me… but I still miss her, and stories of her antics still make family stories at gatherings.

Especially at this time of year – when cats, especially black cats, are most likely to fall victim to animal cruelty, and animal cruelty rates rise  – anything that you can do to help is welcome.

And so, I leave you with some pictures of my babies, who will be getting a fresh bag of catnip tomorrow in celebration of their special day.

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Mothers, motorcycles, and foxes?

13 July 2009
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TOKYO - JUNE 24:  A baby Fennec is seen at Sun...
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I’m a little late posting today because of a couple of reasons…first, my only coworker had jury duty so my downtime today was zilch, and I spent what little time there was over on My Tweeple removing twitter spammers from my follows.

Twitter‘s such an awesome thing – as long as you do a little pruning now and then.

I had the *strangest* dream over the weekend.  It just sort of stuck in my head as vivid as if it had actually happened.  It involved me, my mother, a motorcycle, and a fox.

My mother hates motorcycles. Thinks they’re dangerous death machines or something.  So you can probably imagine my surprise when, in my dream, she pulled up in front of my house in a custom pink, glittery chopper with a sidecar, declaring that we were going on a shopping trip to Augusta.

If you’ve ever been on a shopping trip with my mother, you know there’s no way that she can fit even a fraction of what she’d end up buying on a motorcycle, even with an empty sidecar.

Oh, and she wanted me to drive.

So I throw on some clothes, she complains about my t-shirt being too tight and my shoes being “ridiculous” and she “just doesn’t know why I go out in public looking like that…”  I straddle the monstrosity of a motorcycle, rev her up, and off we go.

Augusta’s about a two hour trip for us.  This trip resembled, in no small part, the trip that the two Henry Joneses took in the Last Crusade.  Except it was two redheaded women on a pink bike.

Somewhere along the way we reach an underpass with two of the children of one of my mom’s coworkers sitting underneath it with a bunch of cages full of fennec foxes.  They’re feeding and cooing over the foxes.  My mom declares, in no uncertain terms, that she must have one.  So we “adopt” a fox, somehow lose the cage, and end up driving the rest of the way to Augusta with my mom in the sidecar next to me, with a fox in her lap.

I don’t know, really, whether we managed to ever get to any real shopping, because we’d just arrived in Augusta proper when I woke up and gave an appropriate “WTF?”

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