Saturday, September 24, 2011

Crud. Just...crud. MomBean just got the latest on Miss Kitten. The leg was totally dead, she had a temp of 106 and her bladder was filled with blood. She ran off to the Rainbow Bridge this morning.

If you need me I'll be cuddling with a Sticky Young Human. After giving today a fat raspberry.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Help Needed

See this little girl with the big honkin' cast? She's an 8 week kitten that one of MomBean's friends rescued after it was run over by a car. (AND DROVE AWAY WITHOUT STOPPING.) She's so tiny that she doesn't even have a name yet, but already has a big vet bill from her accident. With a little luck she'll be able to keep her leg, but she's got some healing to do.

Now here's the thing, the amazing person that rescued her doesn't have a lot of money. But she regularly saves dogs from the last minute kill list from local shelters and finds them amazing homes. And this amazing person is very, very humble about what she does and rarely accepts help, if ever. This is where I'm asking for your help.

I know we haven't been around much within the last few months, if not year, but we're asking the kittehs of the Blogosphere for help with this little kitten's recovery. If you're interested we'll pass let us know and we'll pass along the information to you.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Tabby Tuesday

We're all fine down in Maryland after Irene, I hung out in the garage for the evening due to a 'difference of opinions'.

You wanted to go outside in the frakking hurricane!

I was bored.

Even your lardness would have blown away in that!

Phhhhht!

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Farewell Fellow Mancat


(It's an old picture, but once of the better ones I have of him...)

I have some sad news to pass along today. Dude Newman has run off to the Rainbow Bridge. He had developed cancer and was really suffering towards the end. Even then he refused to 'settle down' and just go live inside more often. So his owners brought him in and helped him let go of all of the pain he had been having. He was almost 13.

While he wasn't a 'regular' on the blog, and I wasn't particularly fond of the lug, he did make Mombean happy while he was her cat, and it always made her smile when she saw him around the neighborhood. According to her, he was 'a really good cat'. How can I argue with that.

Take care, dude. You know who you're supposed to check in with when you get up there. I'm counting on you.