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Shelley is giving a grumpy glare because I wanted to sit in her chair. The nerve of me. She’ll stay on the back of the chair when I sit down, but occasionally bites my ear just so I don’t forget my place. To answer some emails: she never had her re-spaying last week because she went out of heat the …

When Shelley is displeased with the day’s selection of wet food, she buries it by scooping over her dry food (center bowl) on top of it. Even though she makes a mess, I’m impressed with how much dry food makes it into the wet bowl. It’s a tense day in Chez Shelley, as we’re on stand-by from the vet for …

When Shelley is feeling needy (about every 15 minutes) she gets between me and my keyboard for her favorite game, Fang Roulette, in which I guess how many times I get to pet her before she (playfully) bites me. It doesn’t seem possible, but I’ve had her for six months this week. She’s morphed from being skittish around strangers to …

She’s a killer queen. Dynamite with a laser beam. And that “Oh, yeah, I’m bad” look is on her face because Shelley just made her first kill, a ginormous waterbug/roach that came in under the front door. I got it away from her before she ate it and then she wanted to give me kisses. Blech! Too soon for yet …

Well, mostly out. Shelley’s been in a destructive phase, pulling stuff off the shelves and batting things off the counters. Last night she smashed a salt shaker, scaring both of us and sending her under the bed for an hour.

By request, here’s a new shot of Shelley, lounging on the furry sleep-pad that I picked out specifically because it matched her coloring. I guess that makes me a big sissy. Don’t be suckered by that innocent look, she just finished stealing a big hunk of roast beef off the kitchen counter.

I think. Blogger had one its semi-annual meltdowns this morning. At least the outages are shorter and farther apart than in years past. I understand the occasional glitch, that happens to everybody, I just wish Blogger hosted their status page somewhere that doesn’t go down when the rest of the service does. And Blogger outages make Shelley sad.

Shelter Kitty sometimes keeps a wary eye open during her naps, just in case somebody gets overwhelmed and feels the need to scoop her up for kisses. Her current hobby is batting the wires until she pulls the cable box down on her head. It’s now been over three months since I brought her home from the Harlem ASPCA and …

Shelley’s new favorite place to nap is on top of my stove, which longtime readers will know I disabled years ago – so no worries about her getting burned. I guess she figures that if she’s right there next to the counter, there’s no chance in missing out any possible roast beef sandwich preparations. She’s warming up to friends a …

….stalking yer lunch.

Shelley Winters has discovered climbing and there is no height in my apartment that she has not scaled. I came home yesterday to find her crying on top of the cabinets over my kitchen sink, which I presume she got to by a counter to microwave to cabinet route. Her favorite perches are the back of my desk chair (but …

Some of y’all have been nagging me for a kitty update, so here’s a shot I took of Shelley this morning as she begged for a bite of my breakfast. She’s decided she does like human food, unless she doesn’t, in which case she drops it in her water bowl. She’s also taken to waking me up to feed her …

Shelley Winters plans on spending her holiday weekend pursuing her two favorite hobbies: spazzing out attacking random objects and creating pillow forts. Myself, I’ll be haunting the various gay blogger meet-ups that are scheduled for GB:NYC4, where I hope to run into lots of y’all that aren’t escaping to the beach.

OK, you got me. Another cat post. But this one does have a purpose. Sometime last Saturday it started to seem like Shelley was in heat, showing all the usual signs: yowling, rolling around, being overly affectionate. Impossible for a neutered shelter animal, you say? I checked her records and called the APSCA who confirmed that Shelley was indeed spayed …

Shelley Winters (her name) loves to begin her day of pigeon stalking in the pre-dawn hours, when the birds start their racket in the airshaft. She’s also decided that the best time to play with her squeaky toys in somewhere between 2am-3am, forcing me to hide them before I go to bed. I have to wonder if the downstairs neighbors …

Shelter Kitty has turned into a competely wacky, manic, galloping, nuzzling, purr monster. Which suits me perfectly. Her socialization took about 48 hours and now she can’t bear to be more than 10 feet away from me, which isn’t that hard in a studio apartment. Her hobbies are chirping, laying in her windowsill sun bed, stalking the pigeons outside my …

Victory is mine. She slept on my pillow last night. That grumpy look is because she’s waiting for me to open the blinds. She is already the boss of me. OK, I’ll stop now.

I swear that JMG is not going become a cat blog (not that there’s anything wrong with that), but since there was such an interest in yesterday’s post, I thought I’d give y’all an update. Last night Shelter Kitty slept on the sofa instead of under the bed, which is pleasingly rapid progress, yes? She’s still very quiet, I haven’t …

And now for the most cliched blogpost: I exist, and I have a cat. After my Tuesday bike ride past the window of the ASPCA, I came home and went to bed, where I dreamt about the sad kitty I’d seen in the window. Taking that as a sign, last night I returned. Window Kitty was on “behavioral hold”, unavailable …