The New York Times blog “Well,” reports the improbable journey of a lost cat named Holly from Daytona Beach – where she ran away from her owner’s RV – back to her old neighborhood in West Palm Beach. She traveled 200 miles in two months. Holly was found about a mile...
Scott Peck says in The Road Less Traveled that love is not a feeling. It’s an action. I show my love for the cats by the things I do each day, like cleaning the freakin’ litter boxes. Every morning, two littler boxes, very fragrant. Made pristine before I leave for...
My old cat with my 3-year old granddaughter - she loves him. Surprisingly, he seems to be fond of her too. Whereas Odie runs away from LuciaI, Saffron hangs out with Lucia and lets her hug him.
In the film “One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest” Nurse Ratched arranges neat little paper cups of psychoactive drugs on a tray. The multicolored meds look like candy at a kid’s party. She won't rest until every one of her patients is drugged to the gills. Sappy elevator...
The first order of business after I roll out of bed in the morning is to brew a pot of strong green tea. The very next thing: feed the cats. As I peel the lid off a can of Friskies, Odie rubs my ankles then jumps from floor to counter in one effortless leap....
Have I mentioned how expensive my cats are? “I’m putting two cats through college,” I tell friends, when I explain why I can’t afford to go out to dinner. They nod sympathetically, but really as anyone who watches You Tube knows, Maru, the Japanese wonder cat has to...
I am one of the most over insured people on the planet, believing that if something can go wrong, it will. So after I got Saffron settled in my home office, I called the 800 number for Veterinary Pet Insurance. VPI had previously insured my cats with policies I...
Saffron let out a plaintiff meow after I parked the car, so I poked a finger through the carrier door to give him a little scratch. “It’s OK, baby,” I crooned in my best cat mommy voice. Little did he realize that he was about to meet Odie, a supercharged orange tabby...
The story of how Saffron ran away is long and tragic, but here’s the short version: Once upon a time he lived in a spacious townhouse in the suburbs with a back patio, a high fence where he could sit and survey his kingdom, and a huge hill behind the townhouse which...
On Saturday morning, I drove to Mary’s house. As I wound up the hills behind the Claremont Golf Course, one amazing vista after another unspooled in my rear view mirror. I gripped the steering wheel to calm myself, my head full of fears about what lay ahead mixed...