So there I was, Marc Jacobs in one hand, orange urine collection jug in the other, when I decided some Kitten Therapy was in order.
Beyond the fact that I was feeling low in spite of efforts to shop my way out of my bad mood, it was hot as hell. PS9 is air-conditioned as well as on my way home from the spot where Uber Pool dropped me off. Stopping in for a visit seemed like an easy call. Continue reading
I approached Sunday’s arrival with nerves but excitement. Why? Because I told my friends at PS9 Pets that I would take Serge home with me on a foster-to-adopt basis.
After a few days, I would then see how my allergies did and how I felt about the responsibility of having a pet. Growing up, I never had a pet–unless you count tropical fish where were mostly cared for by Dad. Continue reading
I’m thinking of adopting a cat.
Not just any cat. This cat.
His name is Serge. Sergio. Sergei. He’s flexible. Continue reading
Hi. It’s me again. Your friend, Debbie Downer.
At some point, I’ll post about the why and the what. But for now I thought I would share some pics and vids that were really popular on Twitter.
Yep, it’s more kitten therapy. He, named Tupac by the lovely staff of PS9 Pets, is a street rescue of approximately four weeks. Continue reading
After my terrible summer, I have been hoping for an easier fall. So far, that hasn’t happened.
On Saturday after a workout, I went to visit my favorite kittens. PS9 was hopping. A nice couple was in the process of adopting this little furball.
I was holding my favorite kitten. Officially she is nameless, but I call her Kerry Washington because she’s black, beautiful and made me work for her affection. I have not met actress Kerry Washington, but I’m guessing her affection needs to be earned too. I dream of keeping Kerry – the kitten, not the actress. Continue reading
I take a deep breath as I open the door.
“Will they think I’m a creep?” I worry. Jeez, I hope not.
Because I’m going in anyway.
“Careful,” I think. “Don’t push the door too hard or too wide.”
I can see that today there are a few little ones running free, drinking from a fountain and playing with toys.
Here I am again at PS9 Pets, a store in my neighborhood that also finds homes for cats and kittens.
I’m not stopping in to get a pet. Or to buy supplies for a pet I don’t have.
I’m just here to look at sleeping kittens and playing kittens. I’ll take pics of the lil cuties and show them to my friends who might take one home.
And if someone suggests it, YES I WILL CUDDLE A KITTEN. Because this is my therapy: kitten therapy.
I’ve been really sad of late, and for obvious, real reasons. I miss my dad.
Right now, the sweetness of a kitten trumps my allergies. And it’s preferable to crying.
If anyone from PS9 reads this, thank you for tolerating me.
Your favorite blogger* was home sick today. When I wasn’t coughing, sleeping or eating carbs, I was looking at cats on the internet.
I looked at this story about a photographer documenting men who love cats.
Photo by David Williams via MyModernMet
David’s site features dogs too, cat haters.
This video, though, is even better. Please enjoy.
*OK, maybe not favorite, but hopefully you like me a little
I made plans to meet my Twitter friend Wendy Brandes. I was already looking forward to it when she kindly offered to introduce me to Fitzroy and his dog siblings Gigi and Henry.
In spite of my allergies, I was really, really excited.
But first Wendy warned me. “He’s shy so you have to ignore him till he gets interested!” When I arrived, Fitzroy didn’t scamper away and hide, which I took as a good sign.
Confession: I have a little blog crush on this week’s Twitter Spotlight participant, Daile. She’s got sass and even without makeup, she looks like this:
Not fair, right?
She also has this adorable cat named Bixby who reminds me the darling Fitzroy Brandes.
Better to crush on Daile than to be a jealous hater, I figure.
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But I totally could be, if not for my allergies.
It doesn’t help that my college friend Erin does amazing work helping animals and posts pictures of her foundlings on Facebook. They all make me want to foster, if only I could.
Recently I went to YouTube and before my intended video, this ran. And I didn’t click to skip it when I could have.
Confession: I watched “Catalogue” again while drafting this post.
Alas, in spite of a good two years of allergy shots for this, that and the other thing, and taking Allegra 180 every single day, I’m still super allergic to animals. Recently I spent less than five minutes chatting with my neighbor at the threshold to her apartment, which houses a ragdoll cat, and by the time I returned to my own apartment, one of my eyes was swelling shut and the other wasn’t far behind.
Any notion of owning an awesome cat like Wendy Brandes’ Fitzroy quickly went out the window. I’m left to admire him from afar and watch cat videos on YouTube.
Yes, Mike Kelton, I know you hate this post.
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