Tag Archives: Kitty

JMG reader David writes to suggest a “sanity break” with an open thread for everybody to show off their fur babies, which we haven’t done for quite some time. Shelley endorses this idea, although she takes a dim view of my suggestion of adding another household member, primarily so I can name the new addition Hillary Kitten.

Eight years ago this week I brought Shelley (formerly “Little Gray”) home from the East Harlem ASPCA. She was 20 months old, very underweight, timid, and FIV+, the last of which might explain the “owner surrender” notation on her adoption papers. Shelley was so freaked out upon arrival in my apartment that she first tried to escape by climbing up …

Seven years ago today I brought Shelley home from the East Harlem ASPCA. She was 18 months old, very underweight, timid, and FIV+. And she was so freaked out on the first day in my apartment that she tried to escape by climbing the chimney. Today she’s a healthy ten pounds and the friendliest cat I’ve ever worked for, if …

Six years ago today I brought Shelley home from the East Harlem ASPCA. She was 18 months old, very underweight, timid, and FIV+.  Today she’s a healthy ten pounds and the friendliest cat I’ve ever owned, if also the quietest. As I like to do on this date, I encourage you to visit your local shelter and consider adopting an …

The JMG household has voted unanimously. How about your own families? I’m seeing lots of frustration in my Facebook feed.

Thinking I’d give Shelley a break from Whisker Lickens, I picked up a bag of treats that I thought were normally meant for rabbits. Flipping the bag over at home, I realized that the treats are made out OF rabbits. That’s very different. Shelley, as it turns out, does not care for ground up bunnies. But woe be to the …

Also known as “Get Off The Damn Keyboard Day.”

Five years ago today I brought Shelley home from the East Harlem ASPCA. She was 18 months old, very undersized, timid, and FIV+. She’s the quietest cat I’ve ever owned, other than the occasional questioning chirp she rarely makes a sound. But she’s also the friendliest. Sit on my sofa and she’ll be in your lap in ten seconds. And …

– “Is it cold in here?”– “How was your breakfast?”– “Where did I put my glasses?” She never answers. I’m turning into a crazy old cat lady.

Yes, yes I do totally want a Cat Scratch turntable. Even if Shelley never touches it. Want.

Four years ago today I brought Shelley home from the East Harlem ASPCA. She was 18 months old, very undersized, timid, and FIV+. Today she’s a chubby little lap snuggler and every visitor’s instant pal, despite the stern look she’s giving us above. As I like to do on this date, I encourage you to visit your local shelter and …