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No room for a cat? How about a micro-cat?


Neko came in with her mother and siblings a few weeks ago. For whatever reason, she’s about 1/3 the size of her sister, but she’s healthy and feisty. Most people seem afraid to even touch her, for fear she’ll break like a glass ornament. Her sister is super-pretty but no one seems interested in her either… I am not sure if they don’t want to break up the two sisters, or are worried Neko is sick and Amelia might come down with whatever she has, or if it’s simply a matter of there being hundreds of kittens being born right now and not enough homes for them all.

Please feel free to forward this to anyone who might be able to give either of these girls — or their very sweet mom — a home. If you know of anyone who has cats (or dogs) that aren’t spayed and neutered, please let them know there are programs to help with this. Here in Henderson County, it’s free for low income households and Community Partnership for Pets has low-cost vouchers for everyone else. Mst areas also have programs for trapping and neutering ferals. Imagine – if everyone fixed their pets, the cycle of death could be ended within just a couple of years.

Third time’s the charm?

Back in November of last year, when Joy had first started working at the animal shelter, she came home one day telling me about two beautiful kittens that been brought in to the shelter. The lady who brought them found them, and could not keep them, but they were too young to adopt out and when she found out they’d most likely be put down if she left them, she took them back out with her. “You’re lucky,” Joy said to me jokingly, “one of them was a silver tabby.”

Joy has a weakness for silver tabbies – we both do – and the other kitten had been a smoke tabby, which I also have a fondness for… so yeah, it was probably a good thing the lady left with the little four week old kittens.

Except a few days later, she brought them back.

They really were too young to be alone, and the little smoke male wasn’t doing real well, so they came to our house for a few days for some extra care…


They were SOOO beautiful, and the little silver girl reminded us of our Nipsy. I think the only thing that managed to keep us from temptation was the fact that there were two of them, and we neither wanted two more cats, nor wanted to see them separated.

They had a great time at our house, and we had a great time with them. We named them Harry (for Harry Potter) and Saphire — Saffy for short.

They went from nervous, twitchy little semi wild little things (I called them ‘exploding dandelions’ because of the way they’d puff out, pop up in the air, and hiss when startled) to very cuddy little kittens, in just those few short days. It was very hard to take them back to the shelter. But we did.

About a week later, they were adopted out. Joy had some serious reservations about the person that adopted them, but we tried to ease our worries with the fact that at least they went together. And it seemed like maybe it wasn’t such a bad home after all — they came in to be spayed and neutered a couple of months later, and seemed healthy and happy. Maybe it had worked out for the best.

Last week Harry and Saffy were picked up as strays five miles from the address their owner had given when adopting them. He didn’t call the shelter looking for them. He didn’t return the message left on his voice mail that they were at the shelter. They were starving, emaciated, dehydrated, and covered in fleas.

In spite of all that, they were still the wonderful, sweet cats they’d been, and even more beautiful. They were completely devoted, leaning on each other and grooming. Again we had to resist the urge to bring them home and keep them safe — now even more than before it was just not an option, since we now have Calvin and Winter is, as we’ve mentioned before, very aggressive to other cats. The shelter is so full of cats right now, and we worried what would happen to them if they weren’t adopted before space ran out.

We’re relieved to say that Blue Ridge Humane Society came and took a bunch of cats last week, including Harry and Saffy. It’s not a permanent home yet, but it’s safety for them and they’ll get more exposure to potential adopters there. After all they’ve been through, they really deserve a great home and hopefully the chance to stay together. If anyone reading this might be looking to adopt two great cats, or knows someone who would be, please contact Blue Ridge Humane Society.

If they come through those shelter doors a fourth time, then we’re just going to have to buy a bigger house.

Medical supervision

This is Agatha. She came into the shelter so terribly matted she had to be sedated and shaved down. She didn’t recover well from the sedation so she spent Friday night at our house with blankets and a Snuggle-safe, while her body temperature came back up and she slowly came back around.

The boys were happy to help supervise her recovery.

Brotherly love



Simon loves his little brother… sometimes.

Wonder where we could order a Poodle suit for a 63 lb. Pit Bull?


Poor Paddy, I had to pick up a stainless steel cat bowl we’d ordered (for our thrift-store cat feeder, details will follow) and a prescription for Lindsy and I brought him with me to our vet’s and a local pet shop. Not a single person acknowledged his existence no matter how much he looked at them hopefully. He even tried to sit politely (major self control for him) but it’s like he doesn’t exist, or worse, they literally run the other way. He finally got his wish when the tech who brought the second prescription said hi to him and gave him a pat. Paddy was over the moon.

Cricket, who wants nothing to do with strangers and makes herself as small as possible (not hard when you’re only 5  pounds to begin with) always attracts a crowd of people wanting to pet her. Personally, I’m with Cricket — social interaction is not my strong point. But we’re trying to make sure Paddy grows up well socialized and it’s hard when he’s carrying the ‘Pit Bull’ stigma, that’s one of the reasons we didn’t really want another one (another reason is the rampant health issues that plague purebred dogs, a few of which he suffers from) and had hoped he was the mix he appeared to be when we adopted him.

If my job schedule would actually let up on the 12-14 hour days, I’d like to enroll him in a class. He loves people so much he gets really excited, so we need to get him around more social situations so we can work on his training. He’s really good at home with the commands he knows but needs to have more exposure to distractions. We had a bit of a setback with what I call ‘parkarrhea’ (excitement-induced diarrhea) that’s kept us from taking him many places lately but he seems to be getting better with that. Maybe next week he can go visit his friends at Wag! – there’s an Orbee soccer ball there we know he’d love.

Paddy would like me to add that he is happy to report Joy’s training is going better. He finally managed to weasel his way onto her lap, after months of working on her…