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Photo by Dr. Jeff.

I yelled at her for pushing on the screen.

Photo by Dr. Jeff.

Yo, Mr. Super. I know we’re a week into May, but can I get some heat up in this here joint? Poor Shelley is buried under the comforter.

Today is Shelley’s third cativersary as a resident of Chez JMG. It’s hard to believe that it’s been that long since the day at the East Harlem ASPCA when I fell for that sick, scrawny, skittish, shelter kitty. 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 …

Shelley remains ever vigilant should the elderly German Shepherd across the alley learn to climb the fire escape.

Dangling bits of roast beef can be dangerous to the dangler.

It took about a week to wean Shelley off her beloved ratty little bed that came home from the shelter with her, but she’s finally loving her new throne. You may kiss the paw.

So the super and a couple of workmen are in my kitchen this morning measuring for a new floor. Apartment door: open. I look over from my desk and catch a glimpse of Shelley out in the hallway. Shit. I make an awkward jump over the workers just in time to see her dashing up the stairs. I pursue. Fourth …

She’s no longer a tiny scrawny shelter kitty, but she still squeezes into the little bed that came home with her two years ago.

Two years ago today I brought Shelley home from the East Harlem ASPCA. She was 18 months old, very undersized, timid, and FIV+. She’s still not very talkative, but has put on five pounds and spends most of her waking time demanding attention or patrolling the windows to make sure that the elderly German shepherd across the alley doesn’t learn …