Hello fellow cat lovers or persons who feel led to read this blog post! I have been on a few business trips this past month (actually on a flight home as I write half of this blog post to you), in addition to being extremely busy writing submissions the days I am in the office (I … Continue reading It’s a Car, It’s a Plane, No, It’s a Cat!
Have you ever noticed that when the sun starts coming out regularly that you aren't the only one in a better mood? Does the sun perk your kitty up? Ever wonder why? I know I do. I mean who doesn't love the sun, right? But there is no doubt that big ball of warmth-ness in … Continue reading The Sun: It’s The Cats’ Meow
Those adorable wee paws we all hope will brush against our arm for attention. Oh when I say "we all", maybe I just mean "me"? And maybe you don't take pictures of your cats from your shower view? But anyway.. how much do we truly know about those fascinating little feet our kitties use to … Continue reading Paws-itively Claw-tastic
Cats make us smile. Well, at least cats make me smile. A simple snuggle with a kitty can brighten and lighten so many stressful days. So how can we make our cats smile? Here are 10 subtle and simple suggestions to make your cat's day: Open a window or door (with a secure screen) on a … Continue reading 10 Subtle and Simple Ways to Make Your Cat’s Heart Smile
I found a lump on sweet Gandalf last week. Instantly worried, I texted Dr. V. She suggested I watch for changes and make an appointment to see her soon. Dr V. did an examination on Gandalf. She aspirated the lump and checked out the sample under a microscope. It appeared to be an infection but not necessarily … Continue reading Perish Barbaric Lump
That Cat With a Crooked Smile An original poem by Carly Miller was the name they had given him But the name Miller, alone, seemed a little grim So Captain we added And his belly we soon padded 4-paw declawed they said Which made my heart hurt and feel dead His teeth a mess Which we soon … Continue reading That Cat With a Crooked Smile
Every morning, a precious striped kitty, named Gandalf, awakes in my house and eats his breakfast. Nearly every morning, he then proceeds to find me. And in these glorious morning moments, it is as if he has been separated from his human momma for weeks. He slams his head into my hands as if he is … Continue reading Jubilant Dribble