Cats and things.

I guess I was not meant to be a pet-less household.

A week after Teulu’s demise, I found myself at the local Animal shelter. I admit, I really really wanted another dog. I came very close to taking a dog home, but after walking through the kennels (Oh so sad, those doggies know how to look totally hopeful)… I forced a sharp turn to the “Kitty Condos”

Luckily there was a great volunteer who helped me to “interact” with the cats.  Back in the day I worked at an Emergency Veterinary Clinic, and honestly those cat experiences have stayed with me.  I was surprised at how none of the cats actively attempted to bite me.

I have low standards…

I met my first little lady a gray and white 2 yr old in the first cage.  I had had my heart set on an all gray cat, but there were none to be found, and really, that seemed a bit trivial.  I do like the gray fur because I think it’s a little tiny bit softer and different.  That settled, I went on to look for my second feline friend.  I was all for another gray and white one, but was told the one that I had seen on the web site was actually feral.  I sort of thought, oh maybe she’s just shy… but after some discussion with the animal control officer, I realized that they really know cats, and I’m totally not a “Cat Whisperer”. I strolled about the back area and none of the cats really appealed.  I then went back to the “Condos” and on impulse decided to look at all the cats…the second cat started to purr as I opened the cage door…. I was sold… I mean, that was definitely “the cat”

So I took them home, I had 2 cardboard carriers and felt indeed like I had just gotten a “Crazy cat lady starter kit”the_crazy_cat_lady_starter_kit_by_kennerz27-d5wjl3i.jpg

Our shelter has a great situation right now.  For 15.00 I was able to take home 2 adult spayed cats with some food and medication (respiratory infection now gone) and vaccinations.  So I guess it was kind of a starter kit.

I was terrified that they would not get along…

SO here’s a photo of their first 10 minutes in the home…


They are not glued together, but… they are ok with each other.


This is Mavis Staples…

I will save a photo of Violeta del Rio for later…

My main observations from our first week together… Cats are not Dogs…





Teulu The Wonder Dog

Teulu the wonder dog took his last breaths last evening.  It was actually the difficult end I was trying to avoid 2 weeks ago, but I guess it’s ok.

He didn’t seem too much worse than usual when I got home.  I was mostly annoyed as my dog sitter/friend had seen fit to spray the entire house with some sort of heavily scented air freshener.  My typical pattern to freshen the air in the house is to open the doors and windows.  So all day friday and saturday I was coughing up a storm.

Saturday night we settled in to watch the Duke vs Carolina game… which apparently did not turn out too well for Duke.  In the second half, Teulu started to have what turned out to be one gigantic seizure.  Even for someone who has seen lots of people and animals have seizures, this was disturbing to me.  Especially because it went on and on and on.  He would seem to recover, and then it would start again.  I think it may have actually lasted 10 minutes, which is hugely long for a seizure.  After, he had a prolonged post-ictal phase where he stumbled all around the house, running into walls and in general not doing well.

I made the decision that this was horrible for him, and took him over to the bizarre 24 hour vet office in the next town.  The vet there has a very questionable reputation, but since we were there for a non -diagnostic visit, I didn’t care. In fact, he was very kind and gentle to my dog.  He did give some medicine that was not totally needed etc, and it may have jacked up the price, but in the end I think it was ok.  Teulu did not suffer at all, and in fact oddly wagged his tail all through this visit, until all the medications worked.

Given the horrendous seizure I witnessed, I am not really in a big depressed grieving state that people seem to imagine I might be in.  This was absolutely awful and not at all comfortable for the dog.  I know it was the right time and the right thing was done.  Mostly I feel relief that I don’t have to worry about that at all, and I no longer have to worry about him.  I will miss him, but I do not miss wondering if he was feeling good, etc…

He was a pretty good companion for so much of my life that it does feel a little bit quiet around here….