Shelter Cats and Redemption

So, what's new pussycat? Admit it, the song is on your head now too, right? Well, it occurred to me I haven't been blogging as much as I used to.  I apologize. Between feeling under the weather and the new job taking up a ton of my brain power, time is just escaping me lately. So, what's been new with my cats? TONS! Let's break up this update into two halves.  The innies and the outies. First up, the innies. Sophie, Tucker, and Minnie are better than ever.  Loving life, loving each other, and making each day worth while! Tucker and Minnie are now cuddle buddies: Tucker is two years into his life in his forever home! Tucker even recreated one of Jackson's famous poses: Sophie remains the matriarch and every bit in charge! Minnie has taken over for Jackson as the laundry inspector: Next, the outies! First and foremost, Minnie's brother Speck made a return appearance afte...

On this date, and day, back in 2000, I brought Tyler home from Little Shelter.  I've been so wrapped up in my new job that, amazingly enough, this didn't pop into my head until the middle of the afternoon.  Sorry, Tyler.  I think that was your way of reminding me right? Speaking of reminding, here's the story of that awesome day. Saturday, December 9th, 2000 “What does that mean?” I asked my mother.  Serious?  A cat doesn’t smile, they ALWAYS look serious. “I don't know, he looks like an owl, or a bandit.  He has a serious look on his face.” “I think he’s cool looking.” My father replied.  Well, thank god at least he shares my opinion. We went inside.  Now, as I said, we were living high on the hog in those days.  My father had a well-paying job, my mother had several credit cards with a large amount of credit, and me….well…..I was just starting out in the museum world as a budding curator.  What’s a curator?...

Something awesome occurred to me the other day.   I should end this blog right here, right? Shut up. No, seriously, this is important. Sophie broke the curse! What curse, you ask? Bear with me as I explain this one. Tyler, my first and best cat, lived with me for just about 14 of his 15+ years. Tiger, my second cat, lived with me for just over 4 years.  To be exact, just 6 days shy of 4 and a quarter years. His successor, Jackson, lived with me for exactly the same amount of time.  Just 6 days shy of 4 and a quarter years. Notice a pattern?  I call it a curse. Why the fuck did that happen?  Coincidence?  Russian hacking?  Some strange conspiracy?  I think not.  Whatever strange thing caused both Tiger and Jackson to cross the Rainbow Bridge after precisely the same amount of time with me will forever baffle me.  Whatever caused it, it was not enough time. It never is, is it? Until Sophie, that is.  Sophie, as o...

Coming soon to a theater near you! Not really, just my annual tradition of making movie trailers of my beloved cats using iMovie. Enjoy!

So there I was. 3am.  This morning. Wide awake.  I didn't need to be awake for two more hours. Minnie, as is her habit, woke up, walked right into my face, gave me a rub, a purr, and a soft MEOW, and jumped down to snack on some of her dry food.  After a  quick trip to her litter box, she jumped back on the bed and curled up on my side under my right arm. Whatever stress that may have caused me to wake up so early was, at least for the moment, gone, replaced by a smile and happy thoughts of my little former stray girl. It got me to thinking. What can our cats teach us?  What have my cats, and two decades of cat ownership, taught me? Plenty.  So much, in fact, that I thought it would make a great little blog post. So, from Tyler to Minnie, here's what my cats have taught me. 1. Tyler. Tyler, my first cat, taught me so much.  First and foremost, Tyler taught me about love.  What love really means, and what true love is and when t...

This Friday, August 17th, marks four years since Sophie came to live with me. Four years already?  Seems like just yesterday, and seems like even longer. Four years as the new boss cat.  The alpha cat extraordinaire.  I honestly could not have asked for a better successor to Tyler, as I've mentioned before. Four years ago, she popped out of her carrier, literally, and stormed into my life. While Sophie remains the most difficult cat I've ever dealt with, the rough first few weeks/months were definitely worth it.  Today I simply cannot imagine life without her.  She's the matriarch, the center of my family, and she knows it.  No one loves more than Sophie, and no cat gives better hugs or purrs louder. She's my queen, now that Minnie is the princess, and I love her to pieces. Let's go back, once again,  to that day when I met her for the first time, shall we? Sunday, August 17th, 2014 A text popped up on my iPhone. “We’re outside.” ...

Fifteen years ago this summer, I took what became THE famous.... Tyler sitting funny picture. Summer, 2003.  I don't remember the exact date.   My first apartment, Glen Cove, NY. One summer weekend, on an otherwise normal, uneventful day, I happened to be walking into the living room from the bedroom, when.....I noticed....an extremely funny sight. Tyler was sitting on my living room recliner in this exact pose: Before I could even let out a chuckle, I grabbed my camera (an actual camera, with film!) and snapped this now famous shot before Tyler could move. The rest, as they say, is history. Since this was 2003, a year or so before Facebook was even invented, I couldn't share this anywhere. I think friendster may have been around?  Myspace?  I don't recall offhand.  I did, however, email it to everyone I knew.   Since then, this photo has been my go-to pic to prove that, without a doubt, Tyler was the ultimate ham. ...