For the love of cats!
Most loyal readers of this lofty blog are no doubt aware that I love cats and that I currently have 3: a brother & sister pair named Buster & Bunny that were rescued cats from NYC. They were born in a deli in Times Square 9 1/2 years ago and they've been with me for 9 of those years. They lived with me & Wayne in our gorgeous apartment on West End Avenue. Then they lived in a very old Victorian house with me & Mike in Tiny Town, PA -- where I was only allowed to have one cat so I had to sneak Buster in and keep him hidden for almost 3 years. (I won't make a joke about Anne Frank b/c that would be in poor taste...) Then we all lived in this intensely huge, very old & spooky brick house on the top of a steep hill on a very, very strange street in Tiny Town, PA, where really loyal readers of this lofty blog will no doubt recall that I had an outside cat named Thomas who brought every single cat imaginable over to partake of his cat food that was always out on our front porch. Some days, we'd have as many as 20 cats stop by for a quick bite. It was unreal.
Some days I would look out my front window and a whole litter of kittens would be out there having a bite with Thomas. Since I loved cats, I seriously loved watching all these cats come & go. One rainy afternoon in early July, 2006, Thomas brought an unbelievably cute stray kitten over for a bite and she wound up basically living on our front porch & she was very, very sick. She almost died. In fact, one animal hospital we took her to for emergency care refused to treat her b/c they did not think she was going to survive. Mike, of course, hit the roof. "You can't say that to my girl -- she loves that cat; you're breaking her heart!"
Well, many hundreds of dollars spent at another vet's and 6 months later, the kitten (along with Buster & Bunny) were living in my cute little house here in Ohio. And that adorable little kitten turned out to be Fluffy, the Devil Cat. (Fluffy is a terror; she adores me beyond belief but is nasty, nasty, nasty to the other cats.)
What most loyal readers of this lofty blog do not know, is that I am actually allergic to cats. Bunny usually sleeps with me at night, but she has to stay on her little fleece blanket on the corner of the bed and not get anywhere near my face, otherwise, I can't breathe. I have to keep the cat hair off my pillows, my sheets, my clothes...
This morning, I was in a hurry and left a laundry basket of unfolded clothes, fluffy & fresh from the dryer, in the laundry basket and set it on the chair in the living room & then left the house. Now it is just a basket of Fluffy on top of a squashed-down pile of clothes that have to be washed again!!!! AAAAaaarrrrrgh!
(But isn't she cute, gang?? My miracle girl!)
Some days I would look out my front window and a whole litter of kittens would be out there having a bite with Thomas. Since I loved cats, I seriously loved watching all these cats come & go. One rainy afternoon in early July, 2006, Thomas brought an unbelievably cute stray kitten over for a bite and she wound up basically living on our front porch & she was very, very sick. She almost died. In fact, one animal hospital we took her to for emergency care refused to treat her b/c they did not think she was going to survive. Mike, of course, hit the roof. "You can't say that to my girl -- she loves that cat; you're breaking her heart!"
Well, many hundreds of dollars spent at another vet's and 6 months later, the kitten (along with Buster & Bunny) were living in my cute little house here in Ohio. And that adorable little kitten turned out to be Fluffy, the Devil Cat. (Fluffy is a terror; she adores me beyond belief but is nasty, nasty, nasty to the other cats.)
What most loyal readers of this lofty blog do not know, is that I am actually allergic to cats. Bunny usually sleeps with me at night, but she has to stay on her little fleece blanket on the corner of the bed and not get anywhere near my face, otherwise, I can't breathe. I have to keep the cat hair off my pillows, my sheets, my clothes...
This morning, I was in a hurry and left a laundry basket of unfolded clothes, fluffy & fresh from the dryer, in the laundry basket and set it on the chair in the living room & then left the house. Now it is just a basket of Fluffy on top of a squashed-down pile of clothes that have to be washed again!!!! AAAAaaarrrrrgh!
(But isn't she cute, gang?? My miracle girl!)
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