Late Night Open Thread

Even a king sized bed is not big enough for me to have a decent sized area to sleep:

It’s like he pulled some Pythagoras out of his ass just to get himself smack dab in the middle.

Late Night Open Thread

Okay, y’all, it’s time for me to feed the kitties and go to bed. There are plenty of other threads on which to vent and speculate about the day’s doings, so why not save this one for pleasanter thoughts.

Zooey suggests relaxation exercises.

Another Tuesday Open Thread

This is what happens when it is 90 degrees outside and 48 hours later it is 55 and your owner is a cheapskate who refuses to turn the heat on under the premise he is going to lock in the cool air for a hot upcoming day. You snuggle:

Thurston and Rosie were spooning downstairs but by the time I got the camera ready Thurston was all up in my grill.

First Things First

Thanks to John and Adam for asking me to join the distinguished group of key-holders. I feel at home already, having had John step on one of my guest posts and having enjoyed all your animals since John slipped on the ice with Lily. That’s about when I found Balloon Juice.

I understand that a placating offering is required for a smooth relationship, hence this post. I’m a morning person and not good at smart stuff at night. I’ll do another introductory post tomorrow or on the weekend. But let’s get to the important stuff.

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Cat Blogging: Update from Bella (via Dalai Rasta)

Got this note Friday, but didn’t have the chance to FYWP-ize it…

Thank you so much for your help. I’ve scheduled an appointment for Bella for tomorrow, but I may have to reschedule for later in the day because my father has some difficulty in getting up in the morning (74 and a blood disorder).

Let me introduce you to the rest of the crew:

At top: Bella with her frenemy, Dobby, age 10. They actually get along really well, though Dobby can be tempermental at times. He is also missing his right eye, though he lost it due to an infection as a small kitten.

Dobby while awake (sorry about the redeye):

Daphne, age 7, who is the most like Bella in temperament, though she seems to enjoy making my mother scold her:

Daphne’s a little groggy in that picture, and part of Bella can be seen at the bottom right. Almost all of Daphne’s pictures are of her in a cardboard box.

Here’s Noel, age 6:

The cat on the monitor behind Noel was her mother. Pollyanna. Polly had a rear limb deformity, and I eventually passed her along to SpayMart. Unfortunately, I don’t know what has become of Polly; she was taken from SpayMart’s sanctuary by a former employee without permission. I miss her a lot; she was incredibly sweet, but fiercely independent and very much the boss of things. Noel has a lot of her personality, but she’s had less luck in getting the other cats to succumb to her leadership.

This is Oliver, age unknown:

Oliver lives in my father’s workshop. I bought a small window unit AC to keep him comfortable. He’s very people-friendly and affectionate, but he tends to want to fight or chase when he’s around another cat. I’d like to get him adopted, but I haven’t yet had any takers. He’s a real sweetheart, despite being a bit of a Joe Palooka.

Again, thank you for promoting Bella’s fund. Balloon Juice really is a nice community.

Thanks for the pics, Dalai, and fingers crossed for Bella!

Cat Rescue Bleg: Bella in Louisiana

From commentor Dalai Rasta:

I hate to do this, being that I only rarely post here, though this blog is one of my daily reads.

My cat just had a seizure today. This cat.

I don’t know what to do. I can’t afford care for anything serious.

I’m disabled. I receive SSI. I have seizures myself, as well as chronic depression. I can’t drive, because even with medication, I have 3-4 seizures a month. I’m obviously unemployed.

I live with my parents, both of whom are on Social Security. My father receives chemotherapy one week a month for myelodysplastic syndrome. He occasionally requires injections for low blood cell counts. My mother uses a wheelchair when she’s out of the house, and otherwise spends most of the day in bed, She has osteoarthritis and fibromyalgia.

Our house is a wreck. None of us can keep up. We have leaks in our ceiling and a tarp on the roof, which has been there since after Hurricane Isaac.

We have four cats, all of which I adopted after I started looking after the feral cats on our street. I was here all the time; I needed some way to feel productive, so I started getting them spayed and neutered, and feeding those who stayed in our yard. I took in those who had injuries; every single cat in my house had some medical issue when I took it in. I’ve been doing this since Hurricane Katrina in 2005…

I probably shouldn’t be posting this. I’ve managed not to do it hundreds of times before. But Bella is my baby. She even tries to look out for me. She pesters me to go to bed at the right time, and wakes me up to take my medication in the morning, and again to start my daily routine. She’s the calmest, sweetest cat imaginable, and I can’t bear the thought that I can’t take care of her.

I just need advice right now, and a sympathetic ear at a difficult moment. I know this to be a place where that’s often on offer.

Bella’s GoFundMe page is here. Even if you can’t donate, please share on Facebook and other social media — it actually does help!

If you want to get in touch with D.R. directly, send me an email at annelaurie dot verizon dot net, and I’ll forward it to him.

Spring Haircut

Steve got his spring shave:

He still weighs 25 lbs, but looks so tiny without all his hair. Look how big Lily looks next to him!