June 23, 2010
posted and written by Heather McShane
George had been acting ornery. He had jumped over the back porch railing a few times. Even in the rain, he would try to escape. By escape, I mean escape in the sense of explore. George is a cat.
Although George has always been adventurous, I suspected another reason for his actions because I noticed that George was getting fatter and I wondered if the plastic he liked to chew and eat was accruing in his system and causing blockage. I scheduled an appointment with the vet.
I cannot simply carry George (and/or Milo) to the veterinary clinic, even though it is within walking distance. George moves around too much in the cat carrier, making it unwieldy.
So, of course, we befriended people on the short bus ride to and from the clinic. Because, yes, George is alright. He had an expensive adventure, and I got to borrow his X-rays for a few days. (See—he is a little fat.)
April 27, 2010
posted by Caroline Picard
what follows is an excerpt from WOOF., (what an uplifting book, right? jeez)
The first thing Tobias sees on the second floor.
A young man spanking a cat perched on a radiator in the far corner of the room. Crouching down on its front paws, the cat has its hind quarters in the air, its tail stiff and erect, eyes closed. The boy, smiles drunk, “It likes it!” he squeals, “It likes it!” happily, turns his whole body to bring the flat of his palm back, above his head, before turning his torso once more down, focusing the brunt of momentum on his hand and smacking it square on the cat’s back, just above its tail. “Hahahaha!” The boy laughs. “Hahahaha! My hand hurts. Hahahaha! She likes it!” and then turns his torso again, drawing his hand back again above his head, stretching the hand higher this time—