So our fearless leader Sean has a hairy problem. Well, two. They also have claws and soft little ears. They are Kira & Pig. They are about to be homeless.
These little ones actually belonged to our friend & former metblogs author Caryn, who recently moved to England. She thought she’d found a home for them, but after she’d left to cross the pond, said potential home flaked. LAME. Now Sean is stuck cat-sitting, and he’s running out of time to find them a new home, especially with his constant traveling and impending move.
If you, or someone you know, has ever thought, “Maybe I should get a cat? I wonder…”–this is your chance to get two loveable, snuggly and sweet kitties. It’s not their fault that they’ve gotten stuck in this conundrum, and they’re really at the mercy of the people around them. They need someone with a big heart to take them in & love them. That love will pay in dividends.
Our furballs in question are 14 & 13, respectively, and very attached to one another. Sean tells you all about their personalities here. At a time when many people are trying to change the meaning of the holidays from a celebration of excess to a celebration of love & charity, this would be a true act of kindness: opening your home to a pair of little animals who really depend on us for survival.
You know you have space in your house & your heart. So drop me a line and let me know–lucindamichele (at) gmail (dawt) com.
I recently moved into a little bungalow in the middle of an old part of Canoga Park. The block holds three large groves of eucalyptus trees–holdovers from when the property had not been subdivided and had been part of local ranches–and a good amount of overgrown open space, and as such plays host to all sorts of fauna adapted to living on the loose in suburbia: Raccoons. Possum. Rats. Mice. Hawks. Owls. Parrots.
I am allergic to cats. I never cared much for cats. I was a Dog Person.
Then I moved into this house, and realized it came with Yard Cats.
Cats are pretty highly modified from their wild counterparts. Their constitutions are not as hardy as, say, bobcats or ocelots. They survive ok on their own, going feral and clawing their way through a short and hungry life, but they aren’t built for that. They were bred for a gentler kind of life.
Click through for the saga of Meowlers, my little ball-less wonder, and the wonderful service that is FixNation.
* Ok, only karmic profit…and no, not much fun, but a good deed nonetheless.
Hello, friends. This is a rough time for pets. Whenever the economy takes a dip, dogs and cats get treated as ballast on the sinking ship of a family on the brink of financial ruin. L.A. shelters are overfull and the list of innocent animals marked for the big sleep is getting bigger and bigger.
July 4th is another factor, fireworks go off, dogs get scared, run off and wind up in a shelter.
I think I’ve mentioned it before, I have raccoons in my yard. The block on which I live has several groves of eucalyptus and “wild, untamed” Valley floor. I live in a tiny house in the center of the block, off the street. It’s like being in the middle of the woods, right in the center of suburbia. This mini-habitat supports hawks, owls, way too many squirrels that eat my hibiscus flowers, opossum, feral cats and, yes, a number of raccoons. At least three, in fact, one of them very large. I thought this was charming.